The Corner House: A Reverse Harem

by Daisy Jane

  I don’t know how my body doesn’t melt into the mattress but somehow it doesn’t. His words, the delivery of them, the raw tone and the vulnerability in his eyes—it turns my insides to lava. I burn for this man more than I’ve burned for anyone. My eyes fill with that same heat then tears prick at them. I blink them away quickly and nod. “Yes,” I whisper, tightening my fingertips into the back of his hand. “Touch me, Eli. Please.”

  He keeps our hands interlocked but reaches up to my head with his other hand, stroking my hair softly. With a piece of it between his fingers, he rubs, feeling the texture, pulling it to his nose, he inhales.

  “Fuck,” he groans and his eyes flutter closed as he plays with and smells my hair. Then his thumb traces my earlobe, down the side of jaw, under my chin. My body trembles and I don’t know if it’s the anxiety anymore. It feels like trembles of anticipation and need. His hand moves across my collarbone, sending my core into a tailspin, shaking more obviously now. I want this man so fucking much.

  This man who wants the first time his skin is against mine to be private. This man whose hands feel like foreplay even when they’re just holding me. This man who asks me what I live for and what makes me happy. Eli. I’m trembling for Eli, not from the headache, not because of the impending group sex, not from or for anything… except him and how much I need him.

  Blinking away the tears that keep building, I watch him as his eyes follow his hand. He moves down my chest and fills his huge palm with my breast, his thumb passing over my nipple just once. He works slow, as if every molecule of his hand is memorizing everything it feels, and the care and attention that he pays me acts as lighter fluid to the already blazing fire inside of me.

  “Eli,” I whisper, not sure why. I just needed to hear his name aloud while he’s touching me. I need to know that the IT guy with the ink across his chest and the Captain America vibe is real and that he really wants to touch me.

  The weight of his palm on my belly makes me shake and I can feel the arousal building in my pussy, threating to break free.

  “You’re shaking,” he says, stilling his palm over my belly button. I reach down and place my hands on top of his, the size of mine together still not at big as his one. I love how big his hands are. I love how big he is. “Did you mean what you said?” he says, moving his hand over to my hip, where he squeezes gently. “Your chest hurts when you’re next to me?”

  Biting into my bottom lip in an attempt to steady my frenzied body, I nod.

  He looks like he wants to say something or ask something, the way delicate lines form across his forehead. But then his hand starts moving again and I get lost in the way my hands feel on top of his as he moves over my belly.

  “Sloane,” he says, and I look to him. “I’m going to touch your pussy.”

  My body trembles but I don’t speak. I just keep my hands on his hand as he moves slowly down my belly until the heel of his palm rests on my mound. My breathing is shallow and my temples are pulsing. He closes his eyes and takes a breath, reopening them to see that I’ve further spread my legs, giving him a view of the thing he’s about to touch.

  “You’re so wet, Sloane,” he rasps.

  “T-t-touch me, E-Eli,” I whimper, my legs beginning to shake. The anticipation has been building. Messing around with Bodhi got me off but it was only an appetizer for the bigger hunger inside me.

  One finger traced down the seam of my pussy and I moan reactively, loving how sensitive I am, loving how small of a touch it takes to drive me insane. I’ve never been driven insane sexually. In all the romance books I’d read, the woman is always insane for her alpha. Love-drunk and then hungover after, always wanting, always eager.

  I was so sure that was bullshit. Convinced it was fake, that’s why those books were really just fantasy and not romance.

  But I’m insane for Eli and for this.

  I’m overrun with desire; nothing is in my veins but neediness.

  I’m eager and wanting, more than I’ve ever been. More than I knew I could be.

  Moving his hand up my slit one more time, he cupped his palm over my pussy and squeezed gently, making me moan loudly. And no sooner did it start than it was over, Eli’s palm kneading its way down my thigh, knee, then calf. He gave me a tiny taste of what his hands felt like on my body but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.

  “I want more of you,” I protest when he takes his hand and drags it down his face, pulling at his chin.

  He doesn’t respond to that and there is silence. I’m stoned and I don’t know what to say or do, so I just stare at him because he is beautiful and handsome and primal and sexy and—Bastian and Bodhi appear in the hallway, just outside the door.

  “Eli,” Bodhi nods for him to speak with them. He stands, an erection clearly struggling to be tamed inside those fitted slacks.

  “My eyes are up here,” he whispers, then he smiles. I hadn’t seen Eli smile in a while. He’d been so serious and thoughtful. Seeing his smile almost did more damage to me than his hands did. The knowing pulling feeling in my lower half told me that this group thing was going to be multi-orgasmed for me, since I already felt my clit thrumming.

  Smiling at him, I watch him walk out into the hall. I don’t know if they’re whispering or if my brain has decided to just hear the things that are crucial, but their deep voices become a sea of white noise outside of my existence. I lay on the bed, naked, wondering if Sloane three months ago would have ever believed her life now.

  After however long (time is crazy hard to wrap your mind around when you’re stoned), the three of them come into my room.

  “How do you want us?” Eli asks, his fingers working at the back of his undershirt. Bodhi and Bastian have both done the man-thing with their t-shirts, reaching behind their head and pulling them up and off by the neck. I love it when guys do that.

  Pushing up to a sitting position, I tap my chin. I’ve imagined it so many ways. Bodhi filling my mouth, Eli stretching my pussy, Bastian fiery inside my bottom. But as I watch them strip, I realize I need to feel them all with my hands and mouth before they can go inside me. I have to and at the thought, my mouth grows moist and I swallow.

  Scooting to the edge of the mattress, I pat on the bed on either side of me.

  “Bodhi and Bastian.” They both sit next to me, Bastian still in boxers and Bodhi in boxer briefs. Spreading my legs open enough to accommodate Eli between them, I nod down and he steps forward.

  With one hand in Bodhi’s lap and the other in Bastian’s, I fish around until both of my hands are covered by fabric. Wrapping my hands around their cocks, slowly I pump. Bastian is thick like Bodhi, with slightly less length and no piercing. And foreskin. Bastian has foreskin. I run a fingertip over the heads of them and they both groan, precome giving them away. Eli watches me work their cocks.

  “Boys, lie back,” I say, and though my tone is soft, they take it like a command, flopping back against my mattress, jostling me a little in the process. Pain shoots through my brain but still, the weed has me not caring.

  “Take it out,” I say to Eli, licking my lips, swallowing, the excess of saliva suddenly gone. My mouth is dry and my lips stick together. A strap of pressure bands across my chest as Eli’s hands dip under the waistband of his underwear.

  When he takes his cock out, moisture slips past the folds of my burning, needing pussy.

  I feel like Goldilocks with her three cocks. Even though I haven’t tried them all yet, I think I know which one is meant for me.

  Chapter 17

  It is a strange experience, having no expectation for something to turn around and be utterly surprised. How can I be surprised when I really hadn’t allowed myself to think about what Eli’s cock may look like?

  Yet here I am, turgid flesh in both palms, pumping gently, mouth agape at the thick erection sucking up all the real estate in front of me.

  He isn’t completely shaved or waxed bare the way Bodhi is and the way Bastian feels to be. Trimmed short and
neat, wiry blonde hair covers his groin. I want to reach out and drag my nails through it, see how sensitive he is around his cock. I want to kiss it and feel the barbed masculinity against my lips. My grip on Bastian and Bodhi tightens as my head falls to the side, taking in the stalk of Eli’s dick.

  Thick, thicker than Bodhi and Bastian, with a vein running through the middle of it, throbbing. My lip goes under my teeth as I continue to take him in, like a doctor analyzes a patient. The head of his cock is big, in line with his girth, and his length almost scares me. If I hadn’t had smoked pot earlier, it definitely would’ve scared me. Because Bodhi’s cock was the biggest I’d seen. But now, Eli took the cake.

  Cake I very much wanted to have and eat, too.

  A drop of excitement formed at the slit and before I had a chance to change angles and visually take in every single molecule of the biggest, most beautiful cock I’d ever seen, my tongue jutted out and lapped up the moisture. Eli groaned but it didn’t stay in his throat like when Bodhi and Bastian made their manly interested noises. This was audible, a gift for everyone in the room to know that Eli was getting his, too.

  I wondered what it would be like for these guys—who were so close—to listen to one another first hand receive pleasure. Surely, it would be strange, wouldn’t it? But to my surprise, both of the cocks in my hands hardened after Eli’s groan. Running my thumb over Bodhi’s piercing, applying a tiny bit of pressure, resulted in his audible moan, strangled and rough, like he’d been holding it in.

  My pussy tingled, my core tamped down and the craving to take these perfect cocks zipped up my spine, taking over my existence in a way that sort of scared me.

  Because I wouldn’t stop now until I did all the things I wanted to with these guys.

  Eli stepped back and bent down, leveling his face with mine. He looked into my eyes and all the hairs on my arms rose and a single drop of sweat swam down the valley between my breasts.

  “Take exactly what you want from us, however you want it. Our only limit is that we only want you.” Standing back up, Eli’s cock jutted out in front of me. Moving my hands to Bastian and Bodhi’s balls, I began rolling them in my upturned palms as I placed a kiss on Eli’s cock. It twitched against my lips, more moisture erupting at the slit. Lapping it up and swallowing it down, I loved that it was Eli I was taking down, a little salty, a lot sweet.

  “Hold my head and fuck my face,” I commanded.

  Reaching down, he took my face is his palms, forcing my gaze to come up to his before we started. He bent down, pressed his lips to mine and stood back up. I don’t know why he wanted to kiss my lips before I took him in my mouth. Did it mean something? Was it stupid to wonder if it meant something? He pulled me slowly into him until the peak of him brushed against my lips. Easily, my lips parted and my tongue accepted the first few inches of his length. He groaned aloud, his fingertips dipping into the sides of my head, my hair tangling around them as I moved my tongue around him in slow, lazy circles.

  “Fuck,” he gritted, and that one word sent a thrill through me. He likes it.

  It’s a female mouth on his penis, of course he likes it, but it’s different. Remembering Bodhi on my tongue and the way his muscles tightened and released, how his breath became loose and random—that was enjoying a mouth. The lines of tight strain running vertical in Eli’s neck, the amount of precome continual wetting my tongue, the way the word fuck sounded more like a plea than an exclamation—this feels intimate and hungry. Like he’d been wanting this… from me.

  I almost laughed at the thought because look at Eli. These guys could have Kendall fucking Jenner if they wanted. They didn’t pine for no-make up natural Sloane who gets migraines and doesn’t shave her legs. Eli’s just really enjoying himself and treating me like a queen because that’s the guy he is. I need to stop being an egomaniac. He’s just being cool.

  His cock pushes into my mouth another few inches and because I need more, I lift my chin slightly, opening my throat. He growls something and his hands lower, holding me at the base of my skull and neck. Then, slowly and with care, he force-feeds me the rest of him. It feels like I can’t breathe but I try to take in a small amount of air through my nose, and I do. Tears roll down the side of my face as my throat struggles to keep his cock inside of it, and I mentally beg my throat to not force him out. My body’s instinct to not choke is working hard but I’m working hard against it. Because I need Eli filling my throat and holding me this way. My grip returns to Bodhi and Bastian’s cocks and I can feel precome on both of them, too.

  I’d smile if my mouth wasn’t so full.

  Pumping them slower but with a tighter grip, Eli then moves me up and down his length, breaking our connection repeatedly. He does it so slowly that a trail of spit and precome hangs in the air between his cock and mouth, and it intensifies humming between my legs. Right as it threatens to break, he moves me into him, impaling my throat with his erection yet again.

  “This is what you want?” he asks quietly, continuing his pull and release face-fuck. Moving my head up and down slowly, he moans at my physical yes. If he doesn’t want to be tortured, he shouldn’t ask a girl a question when her mouth is full.

  Slowly, he pushes himself into my mouth again and my jaw burns as it nearly unhinges to accommodate his massive size but God if it’s not the best burning sensation ever. I could feel my jaw turn to fire every day to feel this steely dick in my mouth. When it’s nearly all the way down my throat he releases one hand from my hair and drags his knuckles down my throat, gently. It’s magic, the stroke on the throat opens me up and allows the rest of him to slide down. My reflex kicks in but I fight it, then I feel the trickle of salty liquid down my throat as my lips press taut to his body.

  His hair tickles my lip and it feels better than I imagined. Tough and masculine, I like that he isn’t shaved bare. I like that he goes slow. I like that with a cock this size, he knows how to help me take it. And God do I want to take it.

  Bodhi, who I think is more stoned than either one of us, exhales loudly and I feel his cock twitch against my palm, as if this simple hand job is taking its toll on his will power.

  When Eli pulls out and hollows my throat, as much as I want it again, I look up to him. The way Eli’s hands release me, I release my grip on Bodhi and Bastian.

  “Sit up,” I say to them and instantly they do. Bodhi reaches for the apple that he left on the nightstand and lights it, inhaling then lighting it again, passing it to me. I don’t think I need it, I still feel detached from the pain in my brain, but I take it again, anyway, because the new Sloane who gang bangs and lives in the corner house isn’t afraid. Eli, who is standing in front of Bodhi and Bastian, fists his cock in one hand and takes the apple with the other. Bodhi stands, lights the apple as if they aren’t all sporting massive wood, and Eli inhales, then passes the apple back.

  “Get naked and stand in a line facing forward.” I can’t believe it’s me saying those commanding words in a sultry whisper. I can’t believe it’s happening. Looking up at Eli, he gives me one single wink and it acts as scissors to the final tie tethering me to sanity. Moisture slips past my folds and runs down my thigh and when Bastian and Bodhi have lost their boxers and boxer briefs, they take a place on either side of Eli.

  Fisting Bodhi’s cock, I take Bastian into my mouth and try to look up at him but his head almost instantly drops back. “Fuuuck,” he groans, then he turns to Eli and says, “it’s been a year since I’ve gotten a blow job.”

  His cock falls out of my mouth and I fist him, using my own saliva to pump it more easily. He’s substantial, and pushing back the foreskin reveals the meat of him, pink and glistening. Fuck, his dick is perfect, too. Taking a few knee-steps until my mouth is aligned with Bodhi’s cock, I look up and our eyes meet.

  “Hi Sloanie,” he says, with a soft smile. The only thing soft in this room. He wraps his inked fist around himself and pumps, stopping right before that irresistible piercing.

  “Hi Bod,” I sa
y, leaning under his cock, pressing my lips to the metal. He provides a solid grip, holding himself steady so I can suckle at the metal running through him. Pinning it with my teeth, I twist it gently, the delicate skin under his swollen head rotating with the piercing. It probably hurts a little but it must feel good too because Bodhi growls and pumps his cock into my mouth as I suck and tease.

  When he’s walking too close to the finish line, I stop.

  “Hold yourself but don’t move,” I tell Bodhi. Turning to Bastian, my head feels even lighter than before and a spell of dizziness washes over me. I fight it, needing this so bad. I won’t let the residuals from a fucking migraine take this.

  If migraines take this, I will have nothing. Because outside of girls’ club, these guys are the only things making me happy in the last month. Hell, if I’m really being honest, having these guys around me is the happiest I’ve been in a year.

  “Same,” I tell Bastian, and they both do. With my pointer and middle finger curled at the knuckle, I run them up the underside of their heads, teasing the sensitive skin. My knuckle grates against Bodhi’s piercing and he jolts with a moan. Bastian’s thighs begin to tremble as I tease the underside of him, too. And while my knuckles bring those two closer to release, my mouth is free for Eli.

  “Hands on my neck, take it how you want it.”

  Eli puts his hands on my shoulders and massages them before moving them to my throat, where he guides me closer to him. There isn’t much distance to close, since his dick is seemingly eight inches and I’m on my knees in front of him. But no sooner has he pushed into my mouth, then he pulls me out, fucking my face fast and angrily, unlike how he was before. Is this how he wants it or is this because the other guys are right there? It doesn’t matter. I could be knee deep in horse shit and still want to suck his dick, anyway he wanted me to. I mean, I have a migraine and I’m here.

  We do this for a few minutes.