Spite: A Bully Reverse Harem

by Candace Wondrak

  Alec was the first who moved, crawling to my side, his hand snaking around my back as he pulled me onto his lap. His lips met my neck, and I let out a soft sigh when his heated breath and fervent kisses sent my mind tumbling. This felt better than I imagined it would, better than that night at the party, when I’d nearly had sex with him. This was…this was amazing.

  When Alec started getting a little too handsy, when I felt something hard stirring below me, I pulled away from him, turning to Xander, who watched us under his shaggy black hair. His eyes were dark and unreadable. I couldn’t tell where his mind was at, but I needed to know. I crawled off Alec’s lap, moving on my hands and knees toward him.

  Xander did not move away; not that I expected him to. He let me crawl onto him, let me wrap my arms around his neck and pull his face to mine. Our lips met, and I tasted the cool metal of his lip ring, toying with it, running my tongue over it, making Xander moan into me. His greedy hands were on my back, running up and down my spine. His dick was already hard in his pants; must’ve gotten hard from watching Alec and I. I couldn’t say why, but I liked the idea that he enjoyed watching.

  I sluggishly pulled myself off Xander, grinning at both boys. “So…” I started. “About what I said before—”

  “You don’t take no for an answer, do you?” Alec murmured, his voice heavy with wanting. “Fine.”

  Beside me, Xander whispered, “I need you.”

  “And just so we’re clear,” I said, glancing at them both, “until Snowball, this relationship doesn’t leave this room. We can be friends at school, but no hand-holding, no longing looks, and most definitely no kisses.” I added the last one after Xander reached for my arm, trailing kisses up it. The feeling of his lip ring dancing across my flesh made a fire burn between my legs.

  They agreed, although it was begrudging. We found ourselves on Alec’s bed, me nestled between them, turning to each of them, smothering them with passionate kisses as my hands helped them out of their clothes. I was the meat in this sandwich, and I was more than fine with it.

  Leah was going to die when I told her I had a threesome. Just die. She would flip shit, and hopefully be super jealous and non-judgmental. Leah was good with that sort of stuff.

  Soon enough, all three of us wore nothing above the waist, and only our underwear below it. No matter which way I turned, I felt two hard dicks poking me, a constant reminder that I had two horny boys near me, waiting for their relief. Well, guess what? I wanted my release, too.

  I pulled my lips off Alec’s, flipping until I lay on my back between them. I started wiggling out of my panties as I said, “I want one of you down there, and the other up here.” I gestured to my mouth. Maybe I was being greedy, but oh well. I was young. Time to live it up, right? Plus, I was on birth control, so no matter how messy this got, I was covered.

  Xander and Alec looked at each other. Something unspoken passed between them, and Alec was the one who moved and placed himself between my legs. Just when I was worried I was going to have to specify that I wanted his mouth, I watched him lower his face to my apex, his tongue meeting my body in the best of ways.

  With Alec between my legs, Xander moved on top of me, his dick pressing hard against his boxers—black, of course. His body was thin and pale, almost matching the small, crisscrossing scars on his arms, but he was sexy all the same. He kept his legs wide, so as to not knock Alec’s mouth off me, and his arms came down around my head, holding himself up.

  Heat, molten and fiery, traveled up my body, radiating from all the eager work Alec was doing on my clit. I let out a moan, only able to get one out before Xander stifled the rest of my sounds with his mouth. This time, it was Xander who pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I arched my back, needing more, craving every bit of pleasure these two could give me.

  I ran my hands up his bare sides, running my nails down his back, causing Xander to break away and murmur, “Shit. That feels good.”

  Grinning, I ran my nails up his sides, watching as he shuddered. Good to know he liked that. Had to tuck that away for future use. I brought his mouth back down to mine, trying to divide my focus between Alec and Xander. I failed though; I failed the moment I felt something enter me. One of Alec’s fingers.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” Alec breathed out, his breath hot against my skin, and then he got back to work, licking and sucking me while pumping his finger in and out, finding a spot inside of me that made my toes want to curl.

  It was not long before I felt the familiar pressure building inside of me. Just like it had that night when I was on the phone with Alec, only this time, I wasn’t alone. This time I had both Alec and Xander with me. Needless to say, this orgasm put that one to shame.

  I turned my head, crying out as I came. I pulled Xander’s chest down onto mine, needing to hold onto something. My muscles clenched, and I felt my inner walls start to tremble. Heat flooded through me, tingling every nerve, every part of me until I was seeing stars. When the orgasm was done, its pleasure still lingering, I smiled a wide, incredulous grin.

  That was the best orgasm I ever had in my life. Hands down. No joke. It was earth-shattering. After that particular orgasm, I would never be the same. I doubted I could walk.

  Alec was slow to remove his mouth and his finger from me, and I saw my slickness coating his pointer finger. Xander rolled off of me when I released him, my chest heaving, my nipples hardened pebbles, which both boys seemed to stare at quite a lot.

  I rested my head on Alec’s pillow. “So, who wants to go first?” Another grin spread upon my face. “I think you should rock, paper, scissors it. Go old school.” I burst out laughing at their expressions. Surely they didn’t think…

  Alec and Xander moved closer together, each extending an arm.

  …apparently they thought I was being serious. That, or they didn’t care. They just wanted to get down to business. The two boys were really going to play rock, paper, scissors and see who was going to sleep with me first. I couldn’t exactly be insulted, since I was the one who suggested it in the first place.

  The lucky duckling was Alec, to which Xander tried, “Best two out of three?”

  Alec shook his head. “No way. I won, move aside.” As Xander crawled to the edge of the bed, huffing about how everything should be the best out of three matches, Alec shed his body of his boxers, freeing his dick. I’d known what size he was since that party at Jessie’s house, when I was grinding on him like there was no tomorrow, so seeing it didn’t surprise me.

  What did surprise me, however, was how badly I wanted it. Had I ever been this horny? This needy? Had I ever wanted to be fucked so badly? I didn’t think so. I mean, I’d had sex before, but this? This was on another level. I wanted this more than I wanted anything. This was not a case of a traitorous body—this was a case of me choosing to be with him, and then with Xander.

  Would I regret it? God, I hoped not.

  Alec paused, seconds from guiding it in when he said, “I don’t have any condoms.” I wasn’t sure if I should be happy he was condom-less or not. Did that mean it’d been a while since he was with someone?

  “I have an IUD,” I said, knowing neither boy would know what it was. American health class, for the win. I’d gotten it when I turned eighteen, but that was neither here nor there. All I knew was that it helped out with my periods and was ninety-nine percent effective. I was always good at beating the odds, anyway. Doctors said it was a miracle I’d survived so much blood loss before my life-saving transfusion, and here I was, still alive and kicking.

  Wait. I’m getting off track here.

  “It’s okay,” I said, “but if you wait any longer, I might invite Xander to take your place as first.”

  The threat was all Alec needed to take charge. He guided himself inside me, finding little resistance as he pushed in. His eyes squeezed shut, a deep moan coming from him as he entered me. My lungs filled with a great breath; I’d forgotten what it was like, to be full. I never wanted to forget again.
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  Alec’s hips began to move, his dick gliding in and out of me, my natural wetness the only lubrication we needed. “You feel so good,” he whispered, kissing my neck as he filled me up again and again.

  I wasn’t the only one that felt good. He felt good. His dick felt good. His body on top of mine felt good. All of this—it was good. No, better than that. It was great, the best thing I’d felt in so long.

  I closed my eyes, relishing in the sensation of feeling Alec’s dick inside of me. When he pushed all the way in, my body felt like it was going to burst. His breath was ragged and hard, his muscular body sweating and radiating heat. He oozed sex appeal. I ran my hands through his hair, gripping its short brown lengths tightly as his thrusts started to become quick and erratic.

  Alec let out a primal moan, pushing deeper into me as he came, his body shaking as he emptied himself inside of me. He was measured in pulling out, taking his time. His green eyes opened, and he wore a smile. When he leaned back, though, that smile fell off his face, and he said, “Wait!”

  Xander glared at him. I glared, too. I was ready for Xander.

  Stumbling off the bed, Alec reached into his closet and pulled out a clean shirt. His dick was still semi-erect, its length glimmering with my wetness. “Under you,” he said. “I’m not going to be caught washing my sheets when my parents come home.”

  Right. That would make it obvious.

  I lifted my backside, allowing him the space to shove the shirt under me. Now, should any bodily juices leak out, they’d leak onto the shirt instead.

  Xander was slow to trade places with Alec, even slower in taking down his boxers. Whether it was because he was nervous about being with me or having Alec see him naked was beyond me. I didn’t care. We were all together, weren’t we? If swords happened to cross, well, I wouldn’t be opposed to watching.

  Biting his lower lip, tracing his lip ring with his tongue, Xander’s dark eyes met mine. I gave him a tiny nod, which was all the affirmation he needed to push himself inside of me, his length gliding in easily. My body was just as ready for him as it was for Alec.

  I threw my head back, feeling my back move along the bed as Xander thrust into me over and over, his hips rocking in a smooth, fluid motion. I surrendered myself utterly and completely to these two. These feelings inside of me were real. This was real. This went beyond the scheming Leah and I had done. I…I never thought I’d wind up here, never could have imagined I would grow to have genuine feelings for Alec and Xander. They’d made my life a living hell, and I hated them for it for so long.

  Was it wrong of me to give myself to them like this? To practically demand that they shift their loyalty to me, to ask them to be my cronies, my posse, my friends and, more importantly, my boyfriends? Maybe it was, but I didn’t care. This felt too good to be wrong.

  Xander shivered above me, and he hugged himself to me as his hips rocked. I ran my nails down his back, feeling him start to tremble, his body shuddering. The next time I used my nails, drawing them up his back, I put slightly more pressure into it, and he let out a guttural sound, his fingers digging into the sheets around us. When he came, I watched, and before he was finished coming, I reached to his neck, pulling his face to mine and kissing him hard, drowning him in all of the passion I felt. The desire, basic and carnal, and the emotions rising inside of me, strong and undeniable.

  This was right where I was meant to be, I realized.

  Sagging on top of me, Xander yanked back his hips, pulling his dick out of me and rolling onto his back beside me.

  I let out a sigh. It was not a sigh of sadness, nor was it one of regret. It was a happy sigh, a content sigh, a I-can’t-believe-I-just-had-sex-with-two-of-my-enemies sigh. Oh, well. Things happened. You had to learn to roll with the punches. In my case, the punches were dicks.

  I should waddle to the bathroom and clean myself, but first I had to say, “You know, if you two ever wanted to make up, I’m down for it.” The expressions on their faces were priceless, mostly because they stared at each other like they didn’t know what to say. Like they were both open to making up, too.

  Good to know.

  “Now,” I said, sliding off the bed, taking the shirt underneath my ass with me, “if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go clean myself up.” I went to the bathroom and did what I had to do. By the time I returned, I found both boys clothed. I was the only one that was naked, and I leaned on the doorframe, bunching up the shirt that had seen some use. “Where should I put this?”

  Alec took it from me, eyes traveling up and down my naked body. “You should put on some clothes, otherwise I have the feeling my parents will catch us doing some inappropriate stuff.” Right. Because his parents were due home soon.

  “Fine, fine. I’ll put my clothes back on.” I waved him off.

  It was a damn good thing I put my clothes on, it turned out, because his mom ended up coming home a half hour early. She was thrilled to see Xander and Alec back together, and to me, she had nothing but kind words to say.

  Apparently Alec had been talking about me. Go figure. Made me feel all special and tingly inside.

  Mrs. Perry ordered us pizza for dinner, and we sat in the living room, talking and laughing. It was a strangely normal Friday night. I liked it. If this could be every Friday night, I’d be happy.

  Somehow, though, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Call me a pessimist.

  Chapter Nineteen

  That night, Diane was upset with me. I had no idea why, but I was content to just let her be, heading straight up to my room after being dropped off by Alec. Alec, who desperately wanted to come inside and meet my dad, but I told him no. That was not an encounter I wanted to add to today’s memories. Today should be a happy day.

  And it was, until my dad poked his head into my room, gave me that fake smile of his and invited himself to sit at my desk chair. “Hey, kiddo,” he began, and I had to roll my eyes at that. The last time he called me kiddo was…years ago. Before my wrists became home to scars. The truth was I wasn’t a kiddo any longer.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, trying not to sound completely bored.

  “I’m glad you’re getting out and making friends,” Dad said, “but you need to make some time for Diane, too.”

  I looked at him like he was crazy, mostly because he was. There were a thousand questions I could have asked him in that moment, but I went for the simplest: “Why?” Why did I need to make time for Diane? Why spend any time at all with her? If I was honest, I still partially blamed her for the dissolution of my parents’ marriage.

  Stupid, I know. Don’t worry, though, I blamed my dad just as much, if not more.

  “She’s your stepmom,” Dad told me. “She cares about you, and she wants you to approve of her.”

  I barked out an ugly laugh. “Like that would ever happen.” When he gave me a look—you know the one, the one parents were shockingly good at—I said, “Why does it matter if I approve of her? You’re already married to her.” A wedding I steered clear of, from the get go, even though my mom had told me to go to show my support for my dad.

  Yeah, no thanks.

  “Elle, just try. Please, do it for me.”

  I held back a sigh. “Okay,” I said, not sounding very convincing. Doing it for my dad? For him? I barely tolerated the guy. He was lucky I was here, living in his house, and not in my own apartment somewhere. I was eighteen; I didn’t need parental supervision.

  Dad gave me a smile. “Thank you.”

  When he left the room, I laid back on my bed, wanting to scream. How annoying. Diane and I would never get along, not really, and I wasn’t sure why she was trying so hard now. My mom was dead. There was no replacing her, ever.

  I reached for my phone and texted Leah, though I did not exactly tell her I had a threesome with Alec and Xander. Baby steps. Plus, I had no idea if my dad was in the hall, listening or some shit. I didn’t trust him. He didn’t have a stellar track record.

  I must’ve fallen asleep som
etime, for when I opened my eyes, it was daylight. Shit. I was going to be late. Late for…I couldn’t remember. Something. I knew I had something to do today. Grabbing the side of my head, I got up, moving past the bathroom as I headed down the stairs. My dad and Diane were gone, and the front door was wide open.

  That’s odd, I thought, heading straight outside, figuring I’d better check it out. The moment I stepped onto the front porch, the daylight became dusk, the leaves on the trees the colors of autumn, even though I could’ve sworn it was nearly spring.

  Someone stood on the steps of the porch, someone I wasn’t expecting to see.

  A boy who was more like a man, with sun kissed yellow hair and tanned skin, with sparkling blue eyes that were deeper and purer than any ocean, any sea. Muscles on top of muscles; a body that made mine feel insanely small, and I was no shorty. He wore a clean, button-up shirt and pants that made him look even taller, black and sleek.

  I spoke his name tentatively, afraid that he would disappear if I spoke it any louder, “Christian. What are you doing here?” Yes, what the hell was Christian doing on my front porch, looking so damn fine?

  “I came here for you,” he said, speaking lowly. The velvet timbre of his voice sent a flurry of shivers down my spine, and even though I had no reason to, I found myself arching my back, a warm feeling between my legs. “You knew I would.”

  “No, I…” This wasn’t right. This was wrong. All of this was wrong, but…

  Christian stepped closer to me, grabbing my face and bringing it to his. Since he was so tall, he had to bend down to reach me. I was pliant in his grip, melting when I felt his strong hands holding me. My lips melded to his, our bodies pressed hard against each other’s. His tongue found its way into my mouth, and I let out a low moan, kissing him back.

  I ran my hands up his hard chest, having never felt such strength under my fingertips. So wide, so strong. He could break me in half if he wanted. He’d already broken me once. What was once more? One more time, just for old time’s sake.