Snowed In - A Reverse Harem Romance

by Krista Wolf

  “But—”

  “It was wrong of us,” Shane interrupted, “to make you choose. It wasn’t fair. And so we decided something, together, the three of us.”

  I blinked in disbelief. The three of them?

  “Obviously there’s attraction here. We’re into you. You’re into us. It happens. And it’s not just because we group-survived some dumb avalanche.”

  My whole body started tingling. Suddenly I couldn’t feel the cold anymore.

  “Maybe one of us even dates you after this,” said Shane. “Maybe not. Maybe this all ends when we’re rescued, and we go back to whatever lives we lived before that mountain split in half.”

  Jeremy moved next to the bed and smiled. “Maybe whatever happens in the abandoned hotel stays in the abandoned hotel,” he joked. “The point is, right now? While we’re all here?”

  He leaned down, putting his mouth close to my ear. He didn’t whisper, but his tone was noticeably lower and sulkier as he uttered the next sentence:

  “Right now, you can have all three of us.”

  There were several seconds of silence as his words sank in. When they did, my stomach dropped into my feet.

  All.

  I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly. But in my heart, I knew I had.

  All three.

  “He’s right,” said Boone, stepping up. It was the first thing he’d said. I couldn’t believe he was saying it. “While we’re all stuck here?” His mouth turned up into a sly little grin. “You don’t have to choose.”

  He leaned down, and in one swift motion scooped me — sleeping bag and all — into his massive arms. Then he threw me over his shoulder, like a caterpillar, and carried me downstairs… with Shane and Jeremy at his side.

  The fire was absolutely roaring. Its bright, beautiful heat felt so good against my skin it was almost a religious experience. For a minute or two I just sat there, as close to it as possible. Turning my body whenever it grew too hot, to thaw out the other side.

  Eventually I was seated comfortably on the soft pile of sleeping bags, my legs pulled up to my chest. My eyes followed the dancing flames, unfocusing hypnotically as my mind struggled to take everything in.

  “So what changed everyone’s mind?”

  Jeremy was stretched out beside me, propped up on one elbow. His once-sharp goatee was no less handsome now that it was stubbled at the edges, but his smile was warmer than ever.

  “Well first, it occurred to us that we need to work together.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “That just occurred to you now?”

  Shane chuckled from the other side of me. “Jeremy’s a little slow. Sometimes it takes a while for him to catch up.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “No bullshit. You’re slow, bro. I’m sorry to be the one to have to tell you. Especially like this. I even—”

  Jeremy bunched up a sleeping bag and threw it at him, but Shane ducked easily.

  “What about you?” I asked, turning to face Boone. He sat behind me, so close I could smell him. His scent was delicious, reminding me of being skin to skin with him. It was making me dizzy.

  “What about me?”

  “You… you’re okay with all this?”

  Boone scooted forward until he had one leg on either side of me. I shivered involuntarily as his arms slid smoothly around my waist. His big hands locked delicately over my stomach.

  “Yes,” he said into my ear. “The way I see it, you need all three of us.” I sucked in a sharp breath as his lips closed over my neck. He kissed me there, and a bolt of lightning shot through my body. “And we need you,” he finished.

  He kissed me again. And again after that. Each one was slower, more sensual. His hands opened and his fingers splayed. I gasped again as they moved, ever so slowly, up toward the underside of my breasts.

  This can’t be happening.

  I sighed as I settled into him. One of my arms went behind me, and the next thing I knew my fingers were tangled in a thick mop of silky hair.

  No fucking way this can be happening…

  Boone kept kissing me, lower and lower, his hands sliding up beneath my shirt. He lifted it, and then it was taken from him and pulled over my head… by my other two lovers on either side of me.

  Oh my God…

  I was undressed by six nimble hands. Laid out before the warmth of the fire, by six beautiful arms and shoulders.

  Jeremy’s mouth closed over mine. His tongue was sweet as I welcomed it hungrily into my mouth. He kissed me lovingly, stroking my face, until Shane pulled me in his direction and our eyes met in the flickering firelight.

  Then it was his turn, and he kissed me some more.

  Morgan!

  The voice in my head was very far away now. Lost in heat and lust. Drowned out by soft sighs, and the crackle of the fire.

  Oh Morgan…

  I was laid down gently, my head settled on a makeshift pillow. Someone was kissing my breasts. Someone else, devouring my mouth. Somewhere down below, I felt my legs being spread by two strong hands. I arched my back…

  And gasped in exultation as a warm mouth closed over me.

  Thirty-Six

  MORGAN

  It was like being worshiped. Cherished and celebrated and fulfilled, by three of the most beautiful men I’d ever laid eyes on.

  All at the same time.

  Boone’s lips parted mine, his tongue so incredibly warm and wet as it explored my glistening furrow. His tongue was firm but tentative, stroking me slowly, dragging wonderfully across the tender folds of my pussy before diving deep inside, to scoop out my golden nectar.

  At the same time, his powerful hands contrasted with the soft insides of my thighs. I could feel his arousal, measured by the strength and pressure of his fingers against my supple skin.

  “Ohhh…”

  A moan escaped my lips as he went down on me. I craned my neck to look down my body, needing the visual. I was rewarded with the sight of his gorgeous face buried between my legs. His tattooed arms and shoulders added a dark and thrilling element, especially compared to anyone else I’d ever had there.

  My breasts were in heaven, with two sets of hands working them over. Two separate mouths nuzzled them hungrily, two sets of lips and tongues tracing wetly over my pink areola. Shane was slow and deliberate, kissing and nibbling. Jeremy was sucking away, sometimes taking my nipple between his teeth and applying just the right amount of delicious, delicious pressure.

  “Holy fuck…”

  My hands went to their heads, rolling my knuckles into their hair. I squeezed them hard, letting them know they were welcome, pressing them down against the full swell of my breasts while gasping in ecstasy at Boone’s fluttering, magical tongue.

  Well Morgan, you didn’t want to choose.

  I didn’t. I hadn’t. But I’d never expected this!

  You got exactly what you wanted.

  I couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t let myself believe it. Yet it was actually happening. It was happening right here, right now, my body being laid open for the pleasure of three men at once… spread out against the warm fabric of fire-kissed sleeping bags, juxtaposed against the frozen backdrop of some beautiful, ice-ravaged hotel.

  “Yeah…” I found myself growling. “Oh… fuck yeah…”

  It was an admission of acceptance. My mind catching up with what my body already knew: that for the moment at least, I’d do anything for these men. Anything with these men. Anything they wanted at all, as long as they made me theirs.

  And as long as you get to come…

  That part they knew already, and they were certainly working on it. Boone had already slipped two thick fingers inside me. He glided them expertly in and out, and I found myself developing a gentle rhythm as I screwed back against him.

  All at once Shane and Jeremy were gone. I saw them undressing themselves through half-lidded eyes, their clothes falling away to reveal their amazing bodies before rejoining me on either side.

  “I
… I want…”

  I reached for Jeremy, and found his warm, thick cock. On Shane’s side, my other hand stopped first to linger over the smoothness of his tight abdominals.

  “I want you both…”

  They grinned and took turns kissing me, swiveling my head back and forth between them. I was delirious. Only vaguely aware of where I was. All I knew was that I needed all three of them inside me, each in turn. One by one, taking them into my body. Bringing them to the edge, then taking them over. Feeling them go off inside me.

  But first…

  I bit my lip as Boone increased the speed of his thrusts. His hands were independent of his mouth now, working their magic deep in my pussy while his tongue began dancing around the hood of my clit.

  I was close. I was close and he knew I was close, which is why he’d started applying more pressure with his mouth. Constant pressure with his two amazing lips, pulling insistently between my legs to expose my swollen clit to his flickering tongue.

  “FUCK...”

  It felt so good I dropped everything else. My arms fell to my sides, my hands turning to claws as my fingernails dug into the fabric of the sleeping bags.

  “FUCK!!!”

  I was shouting so loud my voice cracked. My throat felt like it was closing. In the meantime my body felt like it was surging, like everything inside it was welling up from a singular source, located somewhere deep between my belly button and my pussy.

  “Oh… OH GOD… Oh FUCKKKKK!”

  I bucked hard, and my ass left the ground. Boone held me fast as I thrust myself into his face, plunging his fingers in deep and keeping them stationary while I ground down against his hand.

  “AAAAHHHHHHH….”

  His mouth was still clamped over my pussy, and I exploded right into it. I could feel the rush of heat and liquid leaving my body as I gushed and squirted — for only the second time in my entire life — as the intensity of an earth-shattering orgasm utterly consumed me.

  “Jesus… look at her.”

  I came down slowly, to find Shane and Jeremy holding me from either side. Gradually they relaxed their grip. My body quivered all over. I was so spent, so sensitive.

  And so ecstatically, gratefully sated.

  I could see my own shit-eating grin reflected in Shane and Jeremy’s eyes. Boone sat up to admire his handiwork, his face still glazed from nose to chin in what had to be the most powerful climax of my whole life.

  “Guys?” I whimpered softly, totally out of breath. The three of them looked back at me expectantly.

  “One of you needs to fuck me.”

  Thirty-Seven

  MORGAN

  I felt myself being rolled over. Two strong hands went to my hips, and another pair propped up a sleeping bag beneath my belly.

  Oh wow…

  I was face down, ass up. Staring into the fire, while one of my lovers prepared to mount me from behind.

  “Easy…”

  It was Shane. His voice was rich and deep, his grip firm as he positioned me flush against his body. I clenched the fabric in front of me, all hot from the fire. Rolled my fingers into it, bracing myself for the sweet feel of penetration.

  He slid all the way into me on a single stroke.

  My God…

  I was drenched. So wet that I could immediately hear the slippery, sloppy sounds of our sex. Shane screwed me with a push-pull motion that ended every thrust with a hard, beautiful grind. I closed my eyes and went with it, not knowing where the others were for the moment. Not caring about anything other than the pleasure of being packed so full of his long, hard cock.

  A pair of lips closed over mine. My eyelids fluttered open and found myself being kissed by Boone.

  “You okay with all this?” he smiled impishly.

  I could taste myself on his lips. Salty. Sweet. Musky. Still bouncing gently off the end of Shane’s cock, I nodded up at him. “Are you?”

  “Surprisingly, yes,” he said. He kissed me again. “Actually, it’s kinda hot.”

  A particularly hard thrust had me gasping for breath. My vision blurred a little as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

  “Hell yeah it is.”

  Boone withdrew somewhat to kneel before me, and the next thing I knew his manhood was pressed against my lips. I didn’t hesitate for a second. I opened eagerly, swallowing as deep as I could until he tickled the back of my throat.

  What the fuck, Morgan?

  They weren’t just taking turns on me now, they were using me together. Spitroasting me between them. Fucking me from both sides in a slow, steady rhythm… while communicating that rhythm to each other over the broad expanse of my naked back.

  “That’s it,” said Shane encouragingly. I could’ve sworn I felt his hand pressing gently on the back of my head. “Go all the way down on him.”

  I did what he wanted. After all, it was what I wanted too. And I was pretty sure there wouldn’t be any complaints on Boone’s end either.

  Boone’s end.

  Holy shit. I was fucking two guys at once. Two guys, and a third one beside me, running his hands sexily over my body.

  Jeremy…

  I could feel my third lover’s palms cupping my ass. They smoothed over the small of my back. Slid up over my shoulders, to brush my hair back over my ears while I went down on Boone.

  It felt so wicked, being shared this intimately. So indescribably dirty, to have my body pumped hotly from both ends. It was a lot more work than I imagined it might be, too. Having to focus on keeping Boone and Shane inside of me. Satisfying them both. Locking my lips around the thick, hard shaft moving so deftly in and out of my mouth, while forcibly moaning around it from all the filthy, delicious pleasure.

  “MmmmMMMPH!”

  Shane slapped my ass firmly and I jumped. Jeremy took his place. His cock filled me so wonderfully, that after a dozen or so strokes I took Boone temporarily from my mouth to tell him. When I turned back around again, Shane was there.

  “Feel good honey?”

  He held my head up and I smiled. Before I could say anything he entered my mouth, and I was pinned once more.

  I reached out with my free hand, not wanting to neglect Boone. I alternated between blowing the both of them, keeping them hard and wet and ready. In time they rolled me over and spread me wide, only to come crashing into my body again and again. My mind spun away as I was taken and plundered. Penetrated to within an inch of bursting, while being kissed and nibbled, sucked and loved.

  I was overcome with lust. Totally consumed with the idea of giving myself over. Through it all the guys kept urging each other on, telling each other what to do next, what position to take me in, and how best to make me come.

  The chemistry between us was explosive. Somehow, having a trio of lovers attending to me didn’t just multiply the experience by three. It was more like a factor of ten. Or twenty. Or oblivion.

  FUUUUUCK…

  I couldn’t stop kissing them. I couldn’t stop fucking them either. Every time they rolled me over I was even more hungry to get one of them back inside me. My pussy and my mouth were always occupied, at least one or the other and sometimes both. And through it all; the hands, the fingers… the feel of them touching me. It was tactile and beautiful and totally, totally surreal.

  Shane came first, pulling out of me at the last second and exploding all over my chest. It was so sexy, watching his face. Seeing his lips curl back in a primal snarl as he drizzled a warm shower of seed all over my breasts and stomach. There was a lot of it, too. Big, powerful jets of come that made a giant mess of my body, but in only the most glorious way.

  I egged him on with my eyes, maintaining his gaze with my head to one side while whimpering around Jeremy’s cock. He unloaded next — a surprise orgasm, straight down my throat. It was tough to say but it seemed he came even more than Shane did, filling my mouth to where I had to swallow twice to get it all down.

  Jesus Morgan… you’re insatiable.

  I couldn’t tell if the
voice in my head was chastising me or stating its admiration. I’d drained two men in less than a minute, and a third one still had yet to go.

  Suddenly I felt my legs being lifted and placed high over Boone’s broad shoulders. He drove into me deep, staring straight into my eyes as he pistoned hard in and out of me.

  “Go on…”

  I was mouthing the words at first, without sound. Somewhere inside I found my voice, and it was desperate. Urgent.

  “Come inside me. Please…”

  Boone’s thrusts picked up, and his body went rigid. I locked my hands tightly on his big arms, and my fingers barely made it around half of his biceps.

  “Fuck me, Boone. Fill me!” The voice wasn’t even my own anymore. It was huskier. Throatier. Much more daring. “Dump it in me…”

  The muscles beneath my hands shifted. I saw his jaw go tight. His eyes flared, and a drop of sweat dripped off the tip of his nose… to splash hotly in the hollow of my throat.

  “Flood my fucking pussy with—”

  He grunted once, loudly, like an animal screaming in pain or frustration. Then I felt him go off…

  Oh God…

  It was tremendous and powerful. Boone’s cock began throbbing and jumping inside me, splashing thick jets of his searing hot come all over the inside of my womb. I could feel it thrumming, like a motor. Spasming rhythmically again and again, so achingly deep in my pussy it felt like he was somewhere up in my belly.

  “That’s it baby…” I smiled up at him. “Oh yes!”

  If he heard me I couldn’t tell. He certainly didn’t see me. Boone’s eyes were screwed shut like a weightlifter trying for his new personal record. His handsome face was contorted into a beautiful mask of pleasure mixed with torment, and for several glorious moments I just lay there, utterly possessed by him.

  This… this is incredible…

  It was hotter than anything I’d experienced in my entire life. My other two lovers sat by, watching intently while their companion emptied his balls into me. And me, just laying there in awe. Enjoying the sights and sounds and feel of this powerful, gorgeous man who was using my body as his own personal receptacle.