Saving Her Harem

by Alexis Adaire

  When the first wave hits, I pull Ian against me, my mouth to his ear as I moan my pleasure. He grabs my hips and fucks me as hard as he can. Just as my own orgasm is subsiding, he groans and I feel him swell as he pounds my pussy. A second later he fills me with the orgasm he’s been holding for me, and when I feel his hot cum there’s a resurgence of my own orgasm, or maybe a second one—I can’t even tell at this point. All I know is that Ian and I are fucking so hard it’s almost like we were trying to meld out bodies together permanently.

  Afterward, neither of us says a word. Between the steam and the fucking, we’re both glistening with our hair impossibly messy, both breathing heavily. He kisses me softly, then traces his tongue over my lips.

  I hug him as tightly as I can, our bodies still joined. “My god, I love the way you fuck me,” I say.

  We kiss again, this time more passionately. As our tongues explore, I realize his cock still feels fully erect inside of me.

  “You’re still hard,” I say, clenching his shaft with my pelvic muscles.

  “Because you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I press on his shoulders to lift myself off him, my pussy protesting as his length slides out.

  “Sit up here,” I say, patting the side of the little pool.

  I get a glimpse of his adorable butt as he climbs on the seat, then lowers himself to the edge, his legs dangling in the water.

  “Think you can come again?” I ask as I wrap my fingers around that rock-hard shaft.

  “For you, baby? No question.”

  I stare at his cock as I stroke it, marveling at the feel of it in my hand. Then I look up into Ian’s eyes just before I bend forward and lift his cock so I can lick his balls, gently taking them into my mouth one by one. I kiss my way up his shaft, then softly nuzzle the head with my lips. Little by little, I work my mouth further over him until I have all of him, then I spend the next few minutes luxuriating in the feeling of sucking this man I love so much.

  Since he’s already come, it takes a few minutes for me to get him there again. But they’re glorious minutes and I adore every second of having him in my mouth. His fingers buried deep in my hair, he begins to moan and I suck harder, my head bobbing furiously. A second later he explodes in my mouth and I don’t stop sucking until I’ve taken every drop he has for me.

  When he’s able to move again, Ian slides back into the pool and takes me in his arms, kissing me deeply.

  “Feel better?” he asks.

  I smile and nod. “Much.” A thought comes to me. I know better than to ask, but can’t help myself. “Ian, am I the first girl you’ve brought down here?”

  He smiles at me. “No, but you’re the first girl I’ve ever loved. Does that count?”

  “Really? In your whole life, you’ve never been in love?”

  “I’ve had girlfriends, and loved certain things about each. But no, until I met you, I’ve never really been in love.”

  His words melt my heart and I hug him as tightly as I can. I can already feel my excitement growing again.

  “We should probably be getting back,” Ian whispers. “I’m sure everyone wonders what we’re up to.”

  We reluctantly climb out of the pool and towel off. As Ian slips into his pants, I notice that he’s still pretty hard, despite having just come twice. It makes me feels so good to know I can excite him that much.

  When we’re dressed, he takes my hand and starts toward the stairs.

  “Bradford, turn the lights off.”

  “Turning the lights off,” Bradford intones.

  Within seconds, the only light is coming from the little hallway leading to the door.

  Ian tugs on my hand, but I stop him and wrap my arms around his waist.

  “I love you, too,” I tell him.

  “Good,” he replies. “Because I’m already writing another song for you.”

  9

  We walk back to the main house and enter to find everyone in place already, giving us the eye. I towel-dried my hair as much as possible, but I’m sure between my disheveled look and the embarrassed blushing of my cheeks, they all know what we’ve been doing.

  I take my seat in the purple chair and watch as they get back to working on their new song. At first, I look at each of my men, smiling in return when they look my way. But I can’t keep my eyes off of Ian, because at the moment I feel so connected to him.

  That’s when Griff’s words come back to me.

  You just haven’t seen that side yet. Let me assure you, it’s absolutely there.

  He can’t possibly be right. My five guys are not like Jordan. Maybe they once were, but these men have changed and aren’t reckless young bucks anymore.

  Completely ignoring Jordan, I continue to look at them, one at a time. I know my love for each of them is real, but what if this is just an infatuation for them, a phase they’ll all pass out of at some point? My heart breaks at the idea.

  I think about what I’ve just shared with Ian, and what I experienced last night with Brandon and Jason. As embarrassing as it seems at the moment, I suddenly want to have that same intimacy with my other men, Zilla and Nick.

  The desire is more about the heart than about the body, but just as fierce.

  Tonight, I’ll take care of that craving.

  * * *

  Jordan’s presence still makes dinner uncomfortable, but at least he’s dispatched the two bimbos back to wherever they came from. Since the main topic of conversation is about today’s songwriting and recording sessions, I luckily don’t have to interact with him at all. And of course Ella keeps dishing up the most amazing food, meal after meal.

  Because she seems to have an eye for Nick, I sit next to him, my chair right against his. My mind flashes back to the look on his face when I was dancing naked on this very table.

  He says something that makes me laugh, and I put my hand on his thigh under the table. I get a look from him in return, and smile deviously. Within minutes, my fingers are gently caressing a very hard bulge through his jeans.

  Without letting go, I lean over and whisper to him, “I want you for dessert tonight.”

  Nick grins and I look across the table to see Zilla staring intently at the two of us. The poor guy is the only other of my men who hasn’t had his release in some time. I lift an eyebrow at him mischievously. The burning desire I see in return makes me alter my after-dinner plans. I lean back into Nick’s ear.

  “And Zilla.”

  Now Nick looks across the table at Zilla. The two men share some unseen signal and it’s obvious from Zilla’s expression that he knows the score. Immediately I feel the excitement building.

  Then I notice Ian is looking at me, and that gives me an idea.

  * * *

  An hour later I sit on the edge of my bed, having just been stripped by Nick and Zilla. I rest a hand on the thigh of each guy, leaning my head on Zilla’s shoulder. Nick reaches over and plays with my breast, and my nipple immediately hardens at his touch.

  My hand slides up Nick’s thigh and I’m not surprised to find his cock hard under his boxer briefs. I slip my hand under the waistband and around that velvety-soft-yet-rock-hard erection. I lower my head to his lap, pulling down his underwear and engulfing his cock with my warm, wet mouth.

  I feel Zilla’s strong hands on me, repositioning me on the bed. Without ever taking Nick’s hard-on from my mouth, I’m placed on my hands and knees. Zilla buries his face in my pussy from behind and I melt into the sensation. In no time I’m really worked up, but I get even more turned on when I hear him unzipping his pants.

  I know what’s coming next: Cockzilla.

  No matter how many times I’ve had him in me, it remains thrilling to feel his gigantic presence.

  At the moment, though, his tongue is working me over while I try to focus on Nick’s cock. Zilla’s efforts feel delicious as he licks my slit.

  After my earlier tryst with Ian in the grotto, I don’t really need an orgasm. Zilla’s tongue, tho
ugh, has other ideas. He continues to explore me as I sink my mouth down all the way over Nick, feeling him hit the back of my throat. His hand finally leaves my breast, but only long enough to move to the other one.

  Zilla moves behind me, taking his mouth off me and kneeling behind me on the bed. One hand grabs my hip and I feel that huge cock against my wet opening, slowly pushing into me. I moan into Nick’s crotch as Zilla slides further, and that in turn gets Nick more excited. His free hand braces the back of my head as he begins moving his hips, forcing his cock in and out of my mouth.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ian watching intently from the chair where I commanded him to sit. I know he’d love to join us, but that’s not why I invited him.

  Instead, he sits silently as Zilla gently but insistently fucks me and I continue to suck Nick. Every few seconds, I look at Ian, who seems thrilled to watch his dirty girl in action. The more this continues, the hotter and more excited I get. With Ian looking on, I begin to thrust backward against Zilla’s hips, trying to get as much of that massive cock into me as possible. His ridiculous size results in a sweet pain that’s so delicious it makes me buck even harder against him.

  That proves too much for Zilla, because a minute later he gives an emphatic grunt, then unloads in me. His coming inside me, combined with what I’m doing to Nick and Ian watching it all, ignites my body and throws me into an absolutely massive orgasm. My pussy clenches around that giant cock as my nerve endings seem to explode.

  That apparently sets Nick off, because he thrusts one more time and empties himself in my mouth. I lock my lips around him and let him finish while my own orgasm finally begins to ease up.

  For another thirty seconds, we remain in that position, me with a cock in either end. Then Zilla slowly withdraws from me, leaving an exquisite ache with each disappearing inch. I press my lips hard around Nick’s cock as I pull off of him, draining him as I do. Sitting back on my heels, I look at Ian as I swallow, then notice he’s hard as a rock, with a look of lust in his eyes. Didn’t he just come twice a little while ago?

  Smiling, I climb off the bed and give Zilla a big hug and a kiss. Then I do the same with Nick.

  “You guys never fail me,” I say. It’s moments like this when I feel emphatically alive and as sexy as a woman could possibly feel.

  I see Ian sitting there, his hard cock in his hand.

  I grin at him. “You liked that little show, didn’t you?”

  His sole response is the lust in his eyes.

  “Well, come on, then, let’s take care of that so we can all get some sleep.”

  I kneel in front of him and kiss the crown of his erection before sliding my lips over it, knowing that behind me Ian and Zilla are now the observers. Moments later, I plant another small kiss on the tip of that cock, this time after coaxing an orgasm.

  When they’ve returned to their own rooms, I lie alone and happy in my big bed. Once again, I have the pride of being able to keep all my guys physically satisfied, and the joy I get from being so adored by these gorgeous men.

  This situation in which I find myself is so perfect. Being in a relationship with these five men is worth doing everything in my power to make it last long-term.

  But between Jordan’s dickish behavior and Griff’s warning about rock stars and their true colors, I can’t help but wonder how much of a chance I have.

  10

  Today is a day off, and everyone in the house is happy.

  Everyone except me, that is.

  It’s been a week since Harem started recording their new album, and they’ve already completed demo versions of three songs and are working on a fourth. Jason, Ian and Brandon have been meeting for a few hours after dinner every night to work on the arrangements of the keyboard parts and the vocal harmonies.

  These guys have had no time off at all, and last night when they finally realized how exhausted they were, they decided a day off was in order to keep everyone from burning out. The mood lightened immediately.

  As for me, I started my period yesterday and feel bloated and unattractive. After I wake up late, I throw on some baggy sweats, and I’m halfway down the big staircase when I realize I haven’t even brushed my hair.

  Very sexy, Kelsey.

  I run my hands through my hair to try to tame it a bit. That’s the best I can do. To be honest, I really feel like hiding out all day, so even coming downstairs to make an appearance is an accomplishment.

  When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see nobody in the foyer or the great room. There’s shouting coming through the wide-open front door. As I step through the doorway, the sun blinds me and I hold my hand up to shield my eyes.

  When I’m able to see, I find that the yelling is due to a soccer game the boys are playing in the big lawn next to the guest house. It warms my heart to see everyone so happy. I realize Jordan is absent, which no doubt elevates the spirits of all the others. In addition to my five men, there’s also the producer and engineer and two guys I recognize as technicians sent by Hendrich Recorders to take care of the equipment. Those four have all been living in the guest house with Jordan anyway, and apparently have nothing better to do with their day off.

  “Kelsey, come join us.” It’s Nick, always the most animated of the bunch. “You can even up the sides. Five each.”

  “No, no,” I beg off. “Not today. I’ve got a bit of a headache.” It’s not totally the truth, but it’ll suffice. “I’ll just sit here and watch.”

  They continue kicking the ball around. My eyes are immediately drawn to Nick, Jason and Zilla, who are all shirtless and in shorts. No matter how many times I see their ripped physiques, it’s always a stunning sight. Ian is in shorts and a tight T-shirt that nicely show off his great biceps and forearms.

  Sure, I look and feel like hell, but the sun is shining and there are worse ways to spend a morning. Taut muscles and sweat just totally do it for me, so in no time, I’m as happy as everyone else.

  And then there’s Brandon, shirtless and barefoot in jeans and looking absolutely lost out there. When the ball comes his way, he tries to keep it under control, but from the looks of things, he’s got no soccer experience at all. The rest of them obviously grew up playing it.

  I sit in the sun and watch the glistening bodies. Eventually Brandon gives up and heads my way, kissing me on the cheek as he sits on the grass next to me.

  “You don’t want to play?” I ask.

  He laughs. “I don’t understand this game and I suck at it. Look, they don’t even realize I’m gone.”

  I glance at the lawn and he’s right, the others don’t seem to have noticed his absence yet.

  When I look back, Brandon is staring at me and smiling.

  “What?” I ask.

  “You’re just so fucking sexy.”

  “Don’t tease me. I know I look like shit.”

  Just as he starts to respond, there’s a loud roar from the road. Brandon and I turn simultaneously and watch as a red motorcycle speeds up the long driveway, getting louder and louder. The soccer game pauses and everyone waits to see who’s breaking up the peace and quiet of this lovely day.

  I’m pretty sure I already know.

  My suspicion is proven correct when Jordan screeches the bike to a stop not far from where Brandon and I are sitting. He’s not wearing a helmet, only sunglasses.

  The woman sitting behind him is wearing his helmet. And as they get off the bike, I realize she’s also wearing really tight jeans.

  “Don’t let me interrupt the match,” Jordan says loudly. The woman removes her helmet and shakes out her medium-lengthy dirty blonde hair. She’s quite beautiful, whoever she is. Even more striking is her sexy lace-up front crop top with spaghetti straps, her obviously fake tits pushing at the lacing, doing their damnedest to break free of their cloth prison.

  Jordan winks as he and the woman come our way. They both smile—her semi-politely and him mischievously— as they sit on the grass near Brandon and me.

  She q
uickly judges me and finds me inferior, or at least that’s what it feels like in my current state. “Hi, I’m Holly.” I’m unable to look away from her lovely glacier-blue eyes, even as she turns to the man next to me. “You must be Brandon.”

  From the looks of things, nobody was interested in playing soccer anymore. Everyone is headed our way.

  “What the fuck is this all about?” Jason says sternly as he approaches.

  Jordan defends himself. “I know you wankers said no guests, but it’s our day off. Holly said she’d love to see the band again.”

  “Hi, Jason.” He immediately turns and walks into the house. “How’s it going, guys?” she asks the rest of them, each word a snake slithering off her tongue.

  “You’re a real dick,” Zilla says to Jordan. Everyone seems really pissed off at him. Holly jumps up and approaches Nick as he walks up.

  “Hi, Nicky!”

  Nicky? Who is this woman?

  Ian walks past and puts a threatening finger in Jordan’s face. “Watch yourself. You’re on thin ice already, twat.”

  I look at Brandon and his expression tells me that he doesn’t understand what’s happening, either. I suppose everyone could be upset that Jordan brought a woman around, but at least they’re not recording today.

  The four non-musicians are already walking to their quarters in the guest house. Brandon and I get up and follow the others into the main house. When we walk in, Nick and Zilla have disappeared, and Ian is walking up the stairs.

  In the middle of the great room, Jason and Holly are having a discussion. I can’t make out what they’re saying, and don’t want to stare, so I head up the stairs. I’ll take this opportunity to brush my hair, put on some makeup, and see if I can’t make myself look a little more non-period-y.

  As I’m going up, I glance over at Jason and Holly again. She looks my way and I realize I’ve paused on the stairs, so I hurry the rest of the way to my room, my heart beating rapidly.