Theirs To Protect: a Reverse Harem Romance

by Stasia Black

  By the look of absolute freaking ecstasy that took over Danny’s face, Mateo would bet so. Danny’s fingers grasped at the flesh around her hips and his pelvis thrust forward. Audrey’s body jerked and Mateo snapped, “Gentle.”

  “Oh.” Danny’s eyes popped open, looking down at Audrey. “Sorry, are you okay?”

  Audrey’s only response was to hum around Mateo’s cock that was halfway down her throat. God in heaven, was she trying to kill him?

  “I’d say you’re fine,” Mateo gasped, clutching at the bedspread.

  Danny grinned and pulled his hips back, then thrust in again, though more gently this time. “Holy shit, sex is fucking amazing,” he whispered, voice full of awe. His eyes were locked on the spot where his cock disappeared into Audrey.

  Mateo laughed. Actually laughed. He’d never imagined feeling this good again in his life. That sex could feel this good. Light. Beyond the blowjob—which was fucking amazing—he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so carefree. He wanted to stay in bed with Audrey for weeks on end, playing and exploring with her body, laughing with her.

  The other guys too. Just having some fun for once in his life. It was a foreign concept but suddenly he wanted it more than anything.

  “Well shit, will you look at that?”

  Mateo glanced up to see Clark and Graham at the bedroom door, their eyes alternately flicking back and forth between Audrey’s mouth on Mateo and Danny at her backside.

  Danny grinned and started pumping more energetically. “Shit, you guys see me fucking her pussy? I’m fucking her so.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust.

  Mateo watched in fascination as Danny’s mouth dropped open and his forehead scrunched, his whole body going stiff as he clutched Audrey’s hips.

  Mateo imagined Danny’s cum spurting deep inside her and it was enough to set him off too. He tapped Audrey on the head. “Baby, I’m gonna— If you don’t want to—”

  But she just swallowed him deeper down her throat with more suction than ever.

  His whole body lit up as he came so hard that for a moment he felt like a fucking god.

  And even when he came back down to earth, he was still riding high. Because there was Audrey, lapping at his cock like she couldn’t bear to miss a single drop of his cum.

  He ran his fingers through her hair, breathing so hard he felt like he’d just outrun a damn bobcat.

  Clark lingered at the door, eyes dark with lust, but Graham strode right in. “Is it my turn now? Can I fuck you, Audrey?”

  Chapter 31

  GRAHAM

  Audrey laughed and Graham worried he’d said something wrong. He was always doing that. Saying the wrong thing. No matter how hard he tried to fit in, he was always missing things. Social cues. Sarcasm. He was really bad at sarcasm.

  Why couldn’t people just say what they meant?

  And what was their obsession with wanting you to ‘look them in the eye’? He’d never understand why staring at someone’s eyeballs instead of their nose or a little past their shoulder meant you were paying more or less attention to what they were saying.

  Didn’t they get it? Life was full of a million distractions. A billion ticking, clicking, twitching distractions that would drive him over the edge if he didn’t use his little tricks to help cut it all down so he could focus enough to get anything done.

  Focus. That was all he was after. A little peace and quiet so he could accomplish his work.

  Except lately the distractions were coming from inside his own head.

  Thinking about Audrey.

  And sex.

  And sex with Audrey.

  He had a good life here. His mom had died when Xterminate hit, but so had most everybody else’s. And he still had his dad. He had a job he liked. A good place to live and food to eat. He was happy.

  Well, he thought he was, anyway.

  Till he met Audrey. And he suddenly realized he hadn’t even known what he’d been missing. She was so nice. And funny. And beautiful.

  And she was a really good kisser.

  Before getting married, he’d always thought the idea of kissing was sorta gross. Swapping saliva with someone seemed entirely unsanitary. He thought he’d understood about sex, too. He’d known pleasure was involved, but he’d known it on intellectual level. As in: it was necessary for the species to procreate, so, evolutionarily speaking, of course it was pleasurable to encourage that procreation.

  But it’s main purpose was still functional. To create babies.

  And then came the wedding night.

  When he’d slipped between Audrey’s thighs and his cock sank into her hot, wet pussy, well he thought it might just be enough to make him start believing in God. Because if something could feel that good, if pleasure that extreme existed and he hadn’t even had a clue about it, who knew what else about the universe he might not know?

  He masturbated sometimes, sure. Everyone needed a stress reliever here and there. But it had been nothing—nothing like having sex with a real, live woman. With Audrey.

  And then she’d tried to run away and everything had gotten bad and confusing between everyone.

  Graham didn’t like to think about how bad the past several weeks had been. He’d been distracted at work. Not to mention using the bandwidth for things he wasn’t supposed to. The Commander would be very mad if he found out. But Graham had been trying to fix things. To make it better.

  Now though, it looked like things might be better all on their own.

  Audrey was having sex with them again. That meant the bad time was over. She was happy again?

  She was certainly smiling as she licked Mateo’s cock.

  Graham liked it when she smiled. And seeing her lick another man like that made his own cock so hard it almost hurt.

  So when she was done with Mateo, he went to her and asked if it was his turn.

  But then she laughed and he worried he said the wrong thing. Was that not how it worked? Didn’t they take turns? Or was the wedding night special, and normally she just did one or two of them at a time? Were they supposed to have their own assigned days? Was there a calendar somewhere he could sign up?

  “Yes,” Audrey said, holding on to Mateo’s thighs as she stood up, that beautiful smile still on her face. “It’s your turn to fuck me now.”

  She closed the gap between them, going up on her tiptoes. Graham’s breath stuttered. Whoa. He thought she was going to kiss him but instead, she moved her mouth to his ear.

  “How do you want to fuck me?”

  Graham choked and his cock jumped, straining against his khaki slacks. “I— Um, I—”

  Audrey laughed, throaty and musical at the same time.

  Was she laughing at him?

  When she pulled back, he couldn’t be sure, but it didn’t seem like she was making fun of him.

  She reached down and took his hand, drawing him toward the bed.

  Sex. Sex was about to happen again.

  Graham let go of her hand only long enough to yank his polo shirt off over his head. Then his hands fumbled at the button of his slacks.

  “Let me help,” Audrey said, looking at him from underneath her eyelashes and biting her bottom lip.

  How had he never noticed women’s mouths could be so sexually arousing? He could watch her bite that lip for hours. He could study every nuance of the way her lips moved when she gasped and how they felt underneath his when he kissed them and—

  “Do you want me to ride you?” Audrey asked, running her thumb along Graham’s bottom lip. “Or do you want to be on top? Or do you want to take me from behind like Danny did?”

  Graham felt his eyes widen as he envisioned every scenario. It was like being at a buffet. His mom and dad used to take him to a buffet cafeteria restaurant when he was a kid. There were just too many good options. It was impossible to choose. How did he know which would be the best? If he chose the apple pie, what if the pecan was better and he missed out? Or what if he got the macaroni
and cheese and it turned out runny when the mashed potatoes would have been amazing.

  And now here Audrey was offering him decisions of infinitely more weight. He’d been on top last time because well, that had seemed the easiest for his first time and he hadn’t wanted to embarrass himself.

  But now—should he be adventurous and try something new? Or stick with what he knew worked? But then he’d never know if the other positions felt even better?

  “All right, this is taking too long,” Clark said from the doorway, finally walking in. “He’s gonna ride you, Princess, because I want to play with your ass.”

  Graham didn’t know if he was relieved or annoyed to have the decision taken away from him. But after another couple seconds, he couldn’t say he much cared, because Audrey was helping him get his pants down. Mateo moved off the bed and Audrey pushed Graham backwards onto the middle of the mattress.

  Then she climbed on top of him, smile wide.

  She stroked his shaft up and down. It felt so good he couldn’t help but close his eyes and sink his head back into the pillow. Cutting out all other visual stimuli helped him focus on the sensation of Audrey’s hand.

  Why did it feel so different than when he masturbated himself? It didn’t make any sense that it should. But it did. Whoa, but it did. It was like the head of his cock became a hundred times more sensitive.

  And when Audrey brushed the tip of his shaft against the wet lips of her pussy, Graham couldn’t help but groan.

  Then her hand grasped low on his shaft and she took him into her body. She was so slick, he slid right in.

  The next second, though, she was clasping around him with her muscles. Her body was gripping his cock from the inside.

  “One,” he gasped, eyes flying open so he could see his cock disappearing into her pretty, pink pussy.

  He pulled his hips back and then thrust upwards. “Two.”

  She helped. She rocked her hips back when he pulled out and then forward when he lifted his hips to impale her with his dick.

  He was buried so deep his balls mashed up against her ass. And when she moved her hips down, she did this little grind and swivel thing. It was for her clitoris. He’d read all about the clitoris.

  As soon as he learned he’d won the lottery, he’d read everything he could about female pleasure. He still didn’t think he had a good grasp on it. Sometime he’d need to do an in-depth inspection of her sex. Mateo seemed to understand it really well. Maybe he could show him how it worked.

  “Eight,” he gasped out as Clark knelt on the bed beside them. While Audrey rode Graham, Clark reached out and grasped her breasts. He didn’t squeeze them like Graham would have. No, he just rolled her pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they became hard little nubs.

  It seemed to Graham like it would hurt but Audrey seemed to like it. She gasped out and dropped a hand between her legs.

  Graham tilted his head to watch in fascination as she started rubbing little circles with her middle finger round and round the very top of her slit. Was that where the clitoris was?

  He frowned and almost lost count for a moment. But he shook himself just in time. “Seventeen.”

  Still, his breathing grew more labored as her hips began rocking wildly on top of him, her finger never stopping its quest. And it hit him all over again just like it had the first time—this wasn’t a quiet, respectable pairing for the simple purpose of creating offspring.

  No, Audrey was hungry to orgasm. If any of their previous encounters were an indication, she liked to orgasm many, many times. She was almost insatiable.

  Though, when he was watching her with Mateo and Danny earlier from the doorway, he wasn’t sure if she’d come.

  But she was going to come now. With his cock fucking her.

  “Twenty-eight!”

  Whoaaaa. He wasn’t sure if he’d make it to sixty. She was so sexy. So, so sexy. He’d masturbated multiple times since he’d first had sex with her. But none of it had even come close to what it felt like having her hot pussy clenching around him. To seeing her face scrunched with need as she chased her orgasm. To feeling her wetness mixed with another man’s cum lubricating Graham’s way as his cock slid in, and out, and in again.

  “Fifty-seven.”

  Thrust.

  “Fifty-eight.”

  Thrust even harder.

  “Fifty-nine.”

  His head was going to fucking explode. But no, no, it couldn’t be over this quick. He wouldn’t let it be over. What if she got mad at them again and this was the last time he got to have sex with her for another month?

  “Sixty.” He gritted his teeth, thrusting in, pulling out and then thrusting in again. “One.”

  He breathed out in relief even as he felt his balls bursting with the need to come.

  But he couldn’t come now. Not until he got back to sixty again. “Two. Three.”

  He squeezed his eyes shut as he started the countdown all over again.

  “Lift off him for a sec, baby,” Clark said.

  Graham was about to protest but Clark quickly continued. “Go reverse cowgirl so he can see me play with your ass while he fucks you.”

  Audrey made a whining noise, still strumming at her clit as wildly as ever, but when Clark took her by the shoulders and directed her off of Graham’s cock, she went.

  Clark helped turn her around so that her back and ass were to Graham. His eyes widened. Because while watching her face and breasts and had been great, looking at her sweet, plump ass was just as amazing.

  Especially when she rolled her hips back and forth. He watched the place where his cock disappeared inside her, whispering now. “Seven. Eight. Nine.”

  And then, Graham didn’t see where he’d gotten it, but Clark had a small tube in his hand and he squirted a clear gel on the tips of his first two fingers. Graham’s eyes flipped between his cock and what Clark was doing.

  Too much. It was too much. All happening at once.

  He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on his counting.

  Even with his eyes shut, the stimulation of his senses was still close to overload. So many sounds. The squelch and slap of Audrey’s flesh against his when she dropped down and ground against him. The loud breathing of all four men in the room. Audrey’s high-pitched little gasps. Did that mean she was close to coming? She couldn’t come yet, though. Not till they got to sixty again.

  What if she didn’t understand that?

  He almost lost count, worrying about her coming too soon. Sure it would still feel good, but he didn’t know if he could come then, if it wasn’t perfect, if it all went—

  Graham’s eyes popped back open as he felt himself starting to go soft. No. No no no. He was the one ruining this. Not her. Him and his stupid, screwed up brain.

  Audrey paused on top of him, looking over her shoulder.

  He averted his gaze, feeling his ears burn.

  But Clark apparently didn’t notice anything was off because he used Audrey’s momentary stillness to pry her ass cheeks apart and dropped his head down. “Been dreaming of eating this little asshole ever since our wedding night.”

  And Graham’s cock went ramrod hard again as he watched Clark’s tongue flick out and lick all around Audrey’s asshole. He did it from the side, like he intended Graham to be able to see.

  And it was just so… wrong. So dirty.

  Aubrey’s butt cheeks clenched and her little asshole puckered tight as Clark’s tongue continued licking and thrusting.

  And, his cock fully hard again, Graham couldn’t help but thrust too. He punched his hips upward, eliciting a long whine of pleasure from Audrey. She wiggled her ass against Clark’s tongue and he chuckled.

  Then he brought one of lube-his coated fingers up to where he’d been licking and probed her little asshole with his forefinger.

  Whoa, whoa, was he going to—

  Clark’s finger popped inside Audrey’s ass and she moaned even louder.

  Bed springs squeaked as
the other guys joined them on the bed. Graham didn’t look at them. He kept his eyes locked on Clark’s finger sawing in and out of Audrey’s tight little ass.

  How did it feel? Having both Graham’s cock and Clark’s fingers in her at the same time? Because Clark had slid in a second finger and then—whoa, dang, whoa, no way—a third.

  He was stretching Audrey’s asshole so good. Graham hadn’t even known a woman could be stretched that much. Clark’s fingers were far from small or dainty.

  But Audrey just took it. She even seemed to like it. A lot, if the way she wiggled and shoved back against Clark’s hand was any indication.

  Graham thrust upwards as Audrey pushed down and backwards. Graham was balls deep and Clark’s fingers were in up to the knuckle.

  Then Clark really started working her. There was no rhyme or rhythm to it. He twisted his fingers around and then in and out and then around back and forth some more. Sometimes quick, sometimes slow.

  Audrey’s cries grew louder and wilder.

  She was about to come.

  She clenched and ground down on Graham’s cock and it was so freaking hot. So good. Whoa, if she kept—

  She squeezed his cock even harder. And when she swiveled her hips like that, the tip of his cock dragged along her inner walls.

  Her cries reached a crescendo. She’d hit her peak. Her spasming pussy clenched around Graham harder than ever and with a yell of his own, cum shot from his cock deep inside her. He pulled back slightly and then slammed in again, completely emptying his balls.

  It was only as he fell backwards on the bed that he remembered he’d totally forgotten all about counting there at the end.

  Chapter 32

  NIX

  When Nix slammed in the house and found the downstairs empty, it only made his black mood darker. One of the Scrapper parties they’d sent out eight days ago still wasn’t back. They were due home three days ago.

  There was always a chance they’d still make it back.