Sharing Hannah - A Reverse Harem Romance

by Krista Wolf

  “I thought you lived on the school grounds?”

  “I do.”

  “Then what are we…”

  I stopped talking as I realized the sidewalk was getting crowded now. Up ahead, a group of young people were gathered around a white and red food truck. Steam bellowed from the top, as the most delicious aroma in the universe wafted over us.

  “My God, what is that?”

  “It’s the Hot Truck.”

  “I… I can see that. But what’s it serving?”

  “Heaven.”

  I would’ve laughed, only he sounded too serious. And the smell! It was so good, so rich and delicious, it told me my date couldn’t be far off.

  “You’re gonna want to order a half-sui,” said Trey.

  I shook my head. “You don’t seem to understand,” I said. “I’m hungry. Why wouldn’t I want the full one?”

  “Because ‘sui’ is short for ‘suicide’.”

  “So?”

  “Trust me. You’ll see.”

  We took our place in line, huddling there out in the cold. For the next five minutes I shivered and salivated, identifying the individual elements of the Food Truck’s hot sub sandwiches. Sauce. Mushrooms. Pepperoni. Mozzarella. All of it, served on an entire load of garlic French Bread.

  “Here, take this.”

  Before I could protest he was spreading his coat over my shoulders, which would’ve been difficult considering I was already wearing a thick jacket. But this was no ordinary coat, and Trey didn’t have ordinary shoulders. It enveloped me perfectly in a welcome layer of all-new warmth.

  “Thanks,” I said genuinely. “That was sweet, but you really didn’t have to—”

  He held up an apologetic finger and turned away to approach the food truck’s main window. Once there, Trey ordered for the both of us. I marveled as he returned with two half-sui’s. Each steaming sandwich was as long as my forearm, and twice as thick.

  “Go slow,” he warned.

  My date carefully unwrapped the tip of my sandwich before handing it over. Inhaling a long whiff of the fragrant steam, I dug in for a very unladylike first bite.

  Garlic. Juices. Meat, dripping with cheese. All of it punched me square in the face, beneath the crisply-baked outer-layer of the softest, most delicious bread I’d ever tasted.

  “OH. MY. GOD…” I moaned, when I could speak again.

  Trey merely nodded, his stubbled jaw still chewing away. I could see by the far-away look in his eyes, he was lost in a similar state of food-induced euphoria.

  “This is better than sex!” I declared loudly, before chomping back down.

  A few people chuckled and looked over at us. My date finished his latest bite before winking back at me.

  “Not the sex we’ll be having.”

  I felt flush all over, despite the cold. Warm on the inside, from the delicious hot sandwich. But below that even warmer, as I thought about the implications of his last statement.

  “So you wanna see my place?” Trey asked, with one raised eyebrow.

  “Maybe,” I replied coyly. I made him wait patiently through another scrumptious bite. “Do you always fatten your dates up with incredible food before taking them back to your lair?”

  “Not always,” he said with an underlying smile. “But on a cold night like this? Nothing beats the Hot Truck.”

  “Except for your lair,” I countered.

  His eyes found mine, and for a moment all we did was stare. I finally blinked as he reached out and dabbed the corner of my mouth with a napkin.

  “Come home with me and see.”

  Fifteen

  “HANNAH”

  The walk was long and cold, made thankfully warmer by Trey’s coat. Three times I tried giving it back to him. Three times he refused. In all honesty the man seemed impervious to cold, appearing just as warm in the dark sweater pulled tightly over his tall, gorgeous frame.

  His place was on the faculty end of the housing curve: a small, clean building that looked recently built. He pulled me through a set of doors, and into a hallway. Pushed his key through a keyhole, and shouldered the door open.

  We were inside less than two seconds before we were all over each other.

  Damn…

  Trey shoved me up against the nearest wall, kissing me like I was always meant to be kissed. His sexy stubble chafed my chin. His soft lips probed insistently against mine, rolling sensuously until his eager tongue found its way into my hot, wet mouth.

  Our clothes were next. Trey yanked his jacket off me and unzipped my own, stopping only to kiss me once more before pulling my shirt over my head. I tried doing the same, but he was already on it. Pulling both his sweater and undershirt up and over his head… then discarding them and pulling me tightly against him.

  We were chest to chest. Skin against skin. Through the lacy fabric of my bra, I could feel his heat pressing against me. I could sense his level of excitement, by the increasingly rapid beat of his thundering heart.

  “I want you,” he said, fumbling at the waistband of my jeans. I nodded, helplessly.

  “I’m taking you.”

  I sighed as he finished the zipper and yanked downward, pulling my jeans all the way to my ankles in one smooth movement. Two big arms went to my waist. They gripped me there, feeling cool against my bare skin. Fingers flexing as he spun me around…

  Oh my God…

  My hand ventured backwards on its own, brushing pointedly over the growing bulge between Trey’s legs. Right now that bulge was being pressed against me. Shoved hard and tight against the crack of my thong-covered ass, while Trey pulled me toward him with his strong, powerful arms.

  I felt a firm tug, and heard the tearing of fabric. My panties being shredded, either by accident or on purpose.

  “I—It’s okay…” I breathed. God, I could feel myself dripping! I was in total heat.

  I heard Trey mutter something low, beneath his breath. It could’ve been a ‘sorry’. It could’ve been anything.

  “It doesn’t matter if—”

  Over my shoulder I saw his arm go tight. He yanked backwards, savagely, and the rest of my thong just ripped away.

  “Mmmmm…” I moaned, spreading my hands against the wall.

  An arm slid thickly around me, bending me at the waist. Adjusting me for his height, and for the angle I knew I’d be taken…

  Then I felt it; the bulbous head of his hard, throbbing cock. It was already pulsating. Already warm and thick and slick with my wetness. With one hand still on the small of my back, Trey pushed it straight inside. I yelped more than cried out, squeezing my eyes shut as the growing pressure transformed to an exquisite pleasure and joy.

  “Fuuuuuck…”

  My lover roared the word as he slid inside me, then began plowing me deep and hard. There was no room for foreplay. No need to take things slow. We both knew exactly what we wanted, and each of us were willing to take it. We’d known it since the Hot Truck, when Trey draped his coat over my shoulders with that devilish but knowing smile.

  Besides, we’d already done all this. So what if we hadn’t done it alone? We’d fucked so much in such a short period of time, it was like we already had free license to each others’ bodies.

  I moaned like a whore, reveling in the semi-darkness of Trey’s little on-campus apartment as he screwed me hotly from behind. It didn’t shock me at all when I felt myself being lifted by the thighs. Didn’t even phase me when he shoved me face-first against the wall, his body pinning me there as he continued plunging in and out of me, while growling into my ear.

  “God Hannah, you feel so fucking good…” he seethed. His teeth were clenched. The arms holding me up were as tight as two iron bars. “All weekend long I thought about you,” he breathed. “About taking you like this.”

  “Then take me…” I grunted. “Use me.”

  “Fucking you…” Trey went on.

  “Yes.”

  “Shooting inside you…”

  “YES.”


  He was stretching me wonderfully from beneath. Filling me so perfectly on every upstroke… rocking my body forward and letting gravity do the work on the way down.

  “I can’t tell you how long it’s been,” Trey whispered hotly. “Since I’ve done that.”

  It was incredibly hot, knowing how worked up he was. How horny that one simple act had actually made him. I wanted nothing more than to give him that pleasure again. But this time, to look deep into his eyes as he exploded inside me. To see his face as I brought him back to total fulfillment.

  Right now Trey had his mouth against my ear, and the heat of his breath was making me even hotter. I couldn’t believe his strength! The raw physical power of his incredible body, flexing and pumping as he worked me over.

  “Give it to me again,” I told him. “I want you to put it inside me.”

  I would’ve taken it, then and there. Thrown my head back as he nailed me against the wall and pumped his seed into me, like some humming, thrumming machine.

  But Trey had other plans. I was picked up again, this time scooped into his arms, my head resting against his chest.

  He looked down at me, and I saw the innocence beneath his tough exterior. Trey bent his neck and we kissed like star-crossed lovers, hungrily, soul-searchingly, as he carried me into his bedroom.

  Sixteen

  TREY

  She was beyond incredible, inside and out. A sensual goddess, as beautiful as she was sexy… as sexy as she was intelligent, and witty, and kind.

  I’d had little faith in the dating site, despite Adam talking it up so much. I’d left it entirely to him. He’d be responsible for every bad date, every miserable failure. Every girl we had to set aside because she wasn’t our type, or lose out on because she was our type, but simply wanted one guy instead of three.

  But this…

  I threw Hannah onto the bed, watching every twisting curve of her delicious little body. She swept back her platinum blonde hair. Looked up at me with those big blue eyes… before flipping straight back over onto her hands and knees.

  God, she’s so perfect!

  She really was. As perfect as the smooth, porcelain ass she was waving back and forth at me, enticingly. Hannah glanced over her shoulder, smiling wickedly. She all but crooked a finger, begging me to slide back inside her molten pussy and continue fucking her into oblivion.

  I knew if I did that, I was going to come. Between the feel of my hands on her hips, and her beautiful ass slamming backward as her body swallowed my cock to the balls? It would be all I could do not to lose it immediately.

  Add to that the visual of her gorgeous blonde hair spilling in a glimmering cascade across her naked back. The wispy fabric of her shredded panties, hanging obscenely down between her shapely legs…

  I grabbed those legs and flipped her right onto her back, as ruthlessly as I’d shoved her against the wall. She liked it rough. She was the kind of girl who could take it rough — I knew that from the foyer — and give it right back to you just as hard.

  “Spread for me,” I grunted, pulling her legs apart. “Now.”

  The words were needless — she was already pulling her knees eagerly open. Still, they made me hot. And the words made her hot too, I could see it by the heavy, glazed-over look in her eyes.

  “I’m going to bury this in you,” I declared, kneeling between her legs. My cock was an iron spike, thumping up and down with every beat of my heart. “I’m going to put it so far up inside you, you’ll—”

  “Yes please,” she interrupted, blinking sweetly.

  Thinking back, I don’t think I’d ever been this hard.

  I shoved myself home, closing my eyes to the pure, delirious pleasure of becoming one with her body again. Hannah squealed, in joy and contentment. She threw both arms over my shoulders, pulling me downward. Lifting her neck to close her mouth over mine, and kissing me so deeply I think I saw stars.

  She’s never done this before. Adam’s words rang out loudly in the hollow of my mind. We’ll have to go slow. Take it easy with her.

  Yeah, well someone should’ve told her that. Because so far we’d done exactly the opposite. So far we hadn’t gone easy on her at all, and Hannah… well, she hadn’t exactly gone easy on us, either.

  Not that I wanted anything to do with easy.

  “Oh my God… fuck, Trey…” she grunted sexily. She was bucking wildly beneath me. Squeezing her legs against my sides, as her pussy screwed down hard on my cock. “Holy… shit… this is so fucking amazing!’

  We were fucking now — really, seriously, fucking. Slamming-the-headboard-through-the-drywall kind of fucking, if my bed actually had a headboard, or if my walls weren’t the stacked, painted cinder-blocks of lower-grade campus housing.

  I could see her face, screwing into a mask of pleasure mixed with confusion. Tears flowed down both cheeks. I was pounding her deeply into the bed, her ass leaving the cheap mattress on every bounce. Our bodies becoming a single writhing projectile, thrown over and over against the relatively thin box-spring until—

  Luckily it happened on the downstroke, while I was fully buried inside her. One of the bed’s lower legs sheared off at the base, collapsing us downward, hurtling our bodies to the floor. We crashed forward, still fucking. Still screwing our brains out in wild, wanton abandon, even though now my feet were braced on the thinly-carpeted floor of my bedroom, rather than on my mattress.

  “Don’t stop!” she cried, thrashing her head wildly back and forth. Her face was pinned over my shoulder. Her legs spread so wide, I wasn’t sure I hadn’t dislocated her hips. “Don’t… you… fucking…stop…”

  Hannah came with a grunt followed by a scream, her whole body convulsing beneath me. Her nails dug into the flesh of my back, raking downward, oblivious to the damage. My own mind was equally oblivious to the pain, I was too concerned with maintaining my balance. Holding her and spreading her and screwing her through her orgasm.

  “FUCCCCK MEEEEEE!”

  Her screams would be loud enough to raise an alarm in my little building, if she continued on. Reflexively I reached up and clamped a hand over her mouth, suddenly thankful for my concrete walls.

  The act was intense and hot and totally filthy — everything I’d ever dreamed it could be. Hannah’s eyes shot over to mine. She was still lost in nirvana, riding out the tail end of a huge orgasmic wave. But those eyes told me to keep going. To keep on fucking her with my hand pinned over her mouth.

  “I’m gonna lose it,” I breathed, not even a minute later. Her pussy was a sopping wet mess. I’d rode out every contraction, every beautiful, twisting convulsion, all somehow without letting go.

  “Hannah did you hear me? I’m gonna—”

  “Come,” she breathed loudly, through my fingers. I relaxed my grip. Released my hold.

  “Do it, Trey,” she whispered wickedly. “Come inside me again. Dump it in me, baby. Put it right inside my little—”

  Her dirty talk obliterated any last shred of my self-control. I let go like a dam finally bursting, flooding her pussy, filling her womb with pulse after magnificent pulse. It was like being shot out of a cannon. Fired through a great wall of blinding euphoria, only to come down slowly, blissfully, to find Hannah planting soft, lover’s kisses up and down the side of my neck.

  We were half on the mattress now, half on the floor. The frame of my bed was completely shattered. Pillows and blankets were scattered both left and right.

  Each of us was breathing heavy, trying to find the oxygen in the room. Heaving steadily through a series of rapid, heated breaths.

  “Holy fuck, Trey,” she grunted, as I finally rolled off of her.

  Seventeen

  “HANNAH”

  “So is it weird?” I asked, tracing a finger lightly up and down his fantastic arm. “Sharing a girlfriend with your friends?”

  We were flat on the floor now, having dragged the mattress into the middle of Trey’s small living room. It was well past midnight. We’d been snuggling and screw
ing and slumbering, making love to each other for hours.

  “Not really,” he said with a yawn. “We haven’t done it much — not seriously, anyway. But when we have, it’s been cooler than any relationship I’ve ever had.”

  We’d done it sleepily, lazily, over and over again. Kissing. Touching. Smothering each other with one another’s bodies, sliding around beneath the hot blankets while the cold of the fast-coming winter raged just outside.

  “And you’ve felt close with these women?” I ventured. “Even though—”

  “Hannah, have you ever gotten into a serious relationship? And found you were spending all of your time with your new boyfriend?”

  The question came out of left field. I wasn’t sure where he was going with it.

  “Sure,” I shrugged.

  “And your single girlfriends miss you, because you’re no longer around? And you miss them, but at the same time, you’d still rather be with this new guy?”

  I nodded slowly. I’d remembered it happening to so many of my girlfriends. Jessica, disappearing almost completely when she met James. Corrine, barely even answering text-messages. One by one, as everyone fell into serious relationships, our circle of friends grew smaller. Even our once-a-month Girls’ Night thinned out, to the point where we started having it only once or twice a year.

  “Now imagine getting a new boyfriend and not having to say goodbye to your friends. That’s what it’s like.” Trey shifted sideways, propping himself up on one elbow. “Adam, Dante and I have always been inseparable. Yet every time one of us would get into a new relationship, we’d virtually disappear. The things we did, the places we went… we couldn’t share them nearly as much anymore. It was either do something with your girlfriend or do something with your friends.”

  His cowlick flopped into his eyes again. He went to flip it back, but I reached out gently and beat him to it. The gesture was sweet. Romantic. In the middle of doing it, our eyes locked.