Triple Team- Reverse Harem Series

by K. C. Crowne

  “Come for me,” I growled when I briefly came up for air. “Come for me, Sarah.”

  I dove back between her thighs, and as if on cue, her entire body spasmed around me. Her legs clenched around my head, holding me in place as the sweetest, sexiest sounds came from her lips.

  She cried out, screaming my name over and over again. I couldn't breathe, I was wrapped so tightly by her powerful legs with my face buried against her but I didn't care. All that I cared about was making her feel good, giving her the best damn orgasm of her life. I held her hips down and kept fucking her with my tongue as her back arched upward and her body flailed around me.

  It felt like an eternity, and yet, it was over way too soon for my liking. She collapsed against the bed, her breathing ragged, and I was free. She jumped when I flicked my tongue against her clit and she laughed.

  “That was amazing. You taste amazing. I can’t get enough,” I said.

  “It was even more amazing for me,” she said. “If you can believe that.”

  Her cheeks were flushed pink and her skin had the sheen of someone who'd worked up a sweat. Her gaze was locked on mine, and there was a playful smile on her lips. With just one finger, she motioned for me to climb on top of her. I stood up, and she sat up on the bed, her hands pulling and tugging at my belt. I helped her remove it and she unzipped my pants, sliding her hand down the waistband.

  “I've been dying to see what Fire Chief Austin had below the belt since day one,” she teased.

  She grinned as she grabbed hold of my erect prick and my knees grew weak for a moment. Her eyes grew wide, and a look of sheer lust filled her face as she smiled even wider.

  “I'm impressed,” she purred.

  I yanked my pants all the way down, exposing myself to her for the first time. I watched her face as she saw me, completely naked, and just for her. Sarah's eyes drank me in, moving from my chest down to my abs, then finally sliding all the way down to my cock. She still held me with a firm grip, and she stroked it, her thumb circling the head as she stared at it with a look of pure hunger. She licked her lips and moved downward, flicking her tongue at the head.

  I groaned, yearning to feel the inside of her She took my cock into her mouth, her lips hardly fitting around the girth, and sucked hard, the feel of her tongue and mouth making me shudder. Her aqua eyes watched me as she moved up and down on my shaft. She was so fucking beautiful. I almost couldn't believe what was happening.

  I knew it was something that shouldn't have been happening, but it was too late now. That train had left the station a long time ago.

  “Take off your bra,” I demanded.

  She reached behind her back with one hand, her mouth still working my cock.. It only took a second before she had it unclasped, and her perfect breasts fell free from their confines. They spilled out, and I reveled in their perfect milky softness as they rubbed against my balls.

  Fuck, I needed to see them better, I thought. I pushed Sarah back down onto the bed, fully naked for the first time, and fell on top of her. My mouth found her small pink nipples and I sucked on them. She wrapped her legs around my body, holding herself against me, begging.

  “Please, Austin,” she groaned. “Please fuck me.”

  She didn't have to ask me twice. My cock twitched at the mere thought of being inside of her, and our bodies were aligned perfectly for it. Lifting my head, I stared into her eyes as I thrust my stiff cock into her. She cried out, her legs quivering around me as I buried my dick deep inside her. God, she was so fucking tight I almost lost it the moment I entered her. She was so warm and wet around my member. Clenching my jaw, I pushed deeper inside of her, spreading her open, and fought the urge to come as her fingernails raked down my back.

  “Yes, yes,” she whimpered “Austin, you feel so fucking good inside of me.”

  Her pelvis arched upward, bringing us closer together, making it easier to fill her up completely. The pleasure ripped through me. I was suddenly overwhelmed by the lust and desire I'd carried for her for so long, and I couldn't hold back any longer. With a growl that sounded more animal than human, I moved in and out of her, desperately burying myself into her again and again. It was impossible to determine where I ended and where she began. Our bodies intertwined and locked together, we became one. Sarah and I moved in unison, my pleasure heightened by her moans and cries of ecstasy. We found a perfect, steady rhythm, and she rose up to meet each and every thrust of my cock.

  Her breath caught in her throat and she held onto me tight, digging her nails deep into my flesh.

  “Oh God,” was all she muttered, and I knew I had her.

  I knew she was orgasming underneath me. Her body tensed around me, the walls of her pussy tightened around my cock, milking me for everything I had. I kissed her long and hard, my tongue probing her mouth as I exploded inside of her. We came together, our bodies shaking like an earthquake until every last drop of me was deep within her.

  It took several long moments of pure bliss, but Sarah relaxed underneath me, and we were quiet for a long time. I kissed her forehead before rolling off and flopping down beside her. As the ecstasy faded, the rush of the moment hit me hard. Suddenly, it was like my eyes were open to what I'd done. Staring into those beautiful eyes, it hit me – and hit me hard.

  I'd just had sex with my subordinate.

  Fuck.

  The panic coursed through my veins, especially as she looked at me with such joy. I cared for her deeply, and because I cared for her, it couldn't ever happen again.

  “Sarah, I'm sorry, but we –”

  “Shhh,” she said, putting her fingers to my lips as if she knew what I was about to say. “Austin, please, let's just enjoy this.”

  She replaced her finger with her lips. It was a sweet kiss that seemed to linger, and I never wanted it to end. But it had to. It all had to end – and it had to end right now.

  “We can't do this,” I said.

  “I think it's already too late for that,” she chuckled.

  “I mean, you and me. We can't be together. This – this is a one-time thing,” I said. “It has to be. I mean, I'm your boss.”

  Her face fell, and it was like a punch to the gut. I hated hurting her, but deep down inside, I knew it was the right thing to do. For both of us. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, sleeping with me wouldn't be good for her career either. It could be damaging to both of us if word got out. I could be accused of favoritism, sexual harassment, you name it. I could lose rank, pay, and even my pension.

  I didn't think she'd accuse me of any wrongdoing, but if word ever got around that we were sleeping together, others might, just to boost themselves up a rung on the ladder. God knew, she didn't need that hanging over her as she moved her up the ranks either. Sarah was a damn good firefighter. She had a future in this field; one that she would earn on her merit, not on her sexual exploits. The last thing she needed was the taint of impropriety that would undoubtedly come if people knew she'd slept with me.

  I couldn't stand in the way of her advancing in a field she was so passionate about and dedicated to. I just couldn't.

  Sarah rolled away from me, turning her back to me. She hid her face from view, but her voice was thick with emotion and cracked as she spoke.

  “Yeah, you're right,” she said. “You should probably go then.”

  I wanted to stay with her. I wanted nothing more than to hold her tight and fall asleep with her in my arms but we both knew it was wrong. I could hear it in Sarah’s voice. She’d never have given me up that easily if she’d thought any different.

  I moved toward the end of the bed and threw on my clothes as quickly as possible. Sarah didn't say a word. She remained quiet and motionless on the bed, not even looking at me.

  “I'm sorry,” I tried.

  “Just go, Austin,” she said, heaving a sigh. “This was a mistake.”

  “Yeah, it was,” I agreed.

  She laughed, but it wasn't a friendly sound.

  She muttered, “U
nbelievable.”

  “What is?” I asked.

  “You're just like every other man out there,” she said. “And here, I thought you were different. What a moron I must be.”

  “I'm not like that –”

  “The hell you aren't,” she said, sitting up in bed so I could see her face for the first time. Tears streamed down her cheeks but any sadness inside of her had been completely replaced by anger. “You get what you want and then leave – like every other guy around. I get it – oh trust me, I do. But I expected better of you. I thought you were different. Guess I was fucking wrong.”

  “Sarah, it's not about not wanting you. Come on, you know that deep down.”

  She reached down from the bed and picked up my shoes, tossing them at me one at a time, narrowly missing my face. I had to bob and weave like a boxer to avoid getting hit.

  “Go,” she said. “Now. So I can sleep. We have an early shift tomorrow.”

  She was right. I needed to go. Feeling like an asshole, I carried my shoes out to the living room, slipping them on as I snuck out the front door, locking it behind me. I felt like a real dick in that moment, knowing how upset Sarah was.

  But, better to be thought of as an asshole than to destroy both of our careers. That was, unless it was already too late for that, a voice inside my head taunted me.

  3

  Sarah

  Sleep had been impossible to come by the past few nights. I tossed and turned, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. My body was exhausted from a hard few days of work, but I couldn't get my mind to shut off. I dozed off somewhere around three in the morning only to wake up to my alarm blaring at five. Normally, I went to the gym and worked out, and it was supposed to be leg day.

  “Fuck leg day,” I cursed, hitting the button to shut off my alarm.

  I laid there for another hour staring at the ceiling, unable to fall back asleep. It had been a few days since Austin and I had slept together, and work had been nearly unbearably awkward. Thankfully we’d been busy with small, non-life-threatening fires and hadn’t had too much time to sit around and pretend nothing had happened between us. As I laid there, frustrated as hell about not being able to relax, I kept thinking that I should have just gotten up and gone to the gym. At least that would have been something productive and might have helped me burn off some of the angsty energy flowing through me. Finally, I just gave in and pulled myself out of bed.

  The air in the apartment was thick with the rich, dark brew I favored. The coffee maker was automatic and was always set to have a fresh pot first thing in the morning. Normally, Nora was there too, and between the two of us, we could go through a pot of coffee most mornings. Especially her. She worked more than most office assistants I knew. Well, if you could call it work. She seemed to love her job and loved being gone long hours.

  Most of the time, it sounded like one big party to me, but she was always at work, or was out with her bosses. She always had early mornings, followed by late nights. She'd been on a work trip for the last few days but was due home at any time. I looked forward to hearing her regale me with stories of her exotic “work” trip.

  Living near the beach, I saw no reason to visit tropical locales. I had everything I needed right there in San Diego. Palm trees, the ocean, surfing if I'd wanted it. Though Wes was more of a surfer than I was ever going to be, every now and then he'd ask me to come out with him to catch a few sets. I always looked forward to those mornings, especially in the off-season when it was just him and me out in the water. He was nice to look at in his wetsuit too, I thought to myself. Yeah, maybe I had a bit of a crush on him too, but Wes didn't seem like the type to want to settle down. I didn't want to ruin our friendship for what would likely be a very hot, but short-lived, fling.

  I leaned against the counter with a warm cup of coffee in one hand, my phone in the other. I'd tried to distract myself with the news, and a little social media. Pictures of families decorating for Christmas brought about a tightness in my chest. I envied what some of them had. Nora and I had put up a small, fake tree in the corner. Nothing fancy, just something to set the mood. Besides that, there was no other sign of the impending holiday in our house. I still needed to do some Christmas shopping, I rarely had the time. Hell, might as well do it now, I thought to myself. Anything to get my brain off the track it seemed inevitably headed down. I didn't want to go there. Wasn't' ready to go there. Yet, it seemed bound and determined to take me there anyway.

  I never made it over to Amazon, however. My head was swimming with thoughts about everything that happened a few night before. I pushed those thoughts away ruthlessly, as I clicked on a news story about a fire burning north of the city. The fire fighters had it under control, so it was unlikely we'd get called in, but the fact that there was another large fire burning concerned me. I thought back to Luke's belief that it was a string of manmade fires we were dealing with, and I had to admit, it was starting to sound credible.

  I finished my coffee and continued reading the news when I heard the jangling of keys in the lock. The front door opened, and my best friend and roommate stepped inside. She was grinning from ear-to-ear. Her perfect honey blonde bob was ruffled to look like she'd just stepped off the beach, and she had a nice golden all over tan. I kind of wondered if she had any tan lines. I had to wonder how much work she'd actually got done while on her “work trip,” but kept my curiosity to myself. I was sure she’d tell me anyway. She had several bags in her hands, and knowing her, she had all her Christmas shopping done. Just like that. She always had her shit together.

  “Good morning, sunshine,” she said, her voice as bright and cheery as her face was.

  I grunted back at her, pouring myself another cup of coffee.

  “Rough night?” she asked, dropping her designer handbag on the table.

  Sometimes I'd wondered how we’d become best friends. She was the total polar opposite of me. Yet, despite the differences that existed between us, we'd just clicked back in high school . We were inseparable from almost day one – and the rest, as they said, was history. We both played volleyball and bonded over a million different little things. Yet, I found her obsession with high-end fashion and weekly manicures a bit silly. Then again, she hadn't complained about me coming in smelling like a bonfire most nights, and I knew I could always talk to her.

  We were there for each other through the best of times and the worst of times, and in the end, that was all that mattered.

  “Yeah, you could say that,” I said.

  “Uh oh, what world shaking event in the life of my bestie did I miss?” she asked.

  Nora sat down at the kitchen counter and reached out her hands to me. I gave her a tight smile as I took hold of her hands and gave them a firm squeeze.

  “Just a lot of work,” I lied.

  I didn't open up that easily, but Nora could always see right through me. She'd been able to from the start, and always knew when I was holding something back. She cocked her head to the side and gave me a wry little grin.

  “Seriously? Sarah, I know you better than that,” she said. “You look troubled. Now tell Doctor Nora what’s up.”

  I sighed, knowing there was no way I'd be able to get out of telling her. Nora was like a pit bull with a bone – once she latched onto something, she did not let it go until she was satisfied. I took a sip of my coffee as I organized my thoughts as best I could, and she sat there, waiting patiently for me to lay it all out for her.

  “You know my boss, Austin, right?” I asked.

  “Yeah. Of course,” she asked, raising an eyebrow and the corners of her mouth pulling back a bit, a mischievous little glint in her eye. “The hottie you've crushed on since the day you started down at the fire house? What about him?”

  “I slept with him a few nights ago.”

  She smiled wider, slapping my hands in excitement. “Really? That's great girl – wait, why do I get the feeling you're not happy about?”

  “Because after we were
done, he rushed out of here like his hair was on fire. He apologized but made sure I knew it was a mistake. A one-time thing that wouldn't happen again.”

  Her face fell. “Oh honey, I'm sorry.”

  “Yeah, me too,” I muttered. “I thought he was different. Guess I was wrong about that.”

  Nora had the look of someone who was about to say something, but then she held back. She bit her lip, lowered her eyes and kept quiet, which wasn't at all like her.

  “Spit it out already,” I said.

  She looked at me with an expression of pure sympathy that made me cringe. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel sorry for me. I could tolerate a lot of things, but having people pity me never failed to get under my skin.

  “Do you think – and you know I speak from experience here – that he was just scared?” she asked. “That maybe the situation freaked him out?”

  “Scared of what?” I asked.

  “Scared that this could hurt both of you somehow. Career-wise, I mean,” she said. “You remember when I almost got involved with my boss Nick right? And what a shitshow that almost turned out to be?”

  I nodded, crossing my arms in front of me. “But that was different,” I replied. “Nick owns the company.”

  “It's not that different. If anything, he'd be less likely to get in trouble since there was no one who could fire him. But he could have been accused of favoritism, or hell, even sexual harassment, so we had to put a stop to things. Maybe that's what went through Austin's mind too. Except his situation is even worse than Nick's because he could lose his job over it.”

  “Maybe,” I muttered.

  I hated to admit that she was probably right. Being mad at him felt better than the reality – admitting that we both liked one another but couldn't be together because the powers that be wouldn't allow it. Maybe it was silly and petty, but it was true. I hadn't known he felt anything for me until that night, and I didn't get the sense that it was just a fuck for him. It felt, to me, like there was something more there. Something deeper – and I wanted to explore it further with him.