Falling For Them: A New Adult Reverse Harem Collection

by C. L. Stone

  Then Barret laid back, prepared himself, and set to work massaging his cock. I gaped at them, the four brothers laid out before me, blindfolded, deaf, and masturbating. I could look on them as long as I wished, stare upon their amazing bodies without fear of shame or judgment. It was the best wedding present ever. I strode forward eagerly, a smile spreading over my face. They had given me my pleasure, so I could now take my time with them. I felt no urgency to start.

  What clever men my husbands were.

  I went first to Arnet's tent, the one closest to me, and peered in at his thick body and matching member. He had a fist about himself, and was thrusting his hips up into his hand. It made me shiver, my own hand creeping down my belly. Arnet was so aggressive, and the thickness of his member was daunting as well. I knew I couldn't start with him. So I went on to the next tent.

  Barret. His dirty blonde hair was sticking to his face in places, his expression one of extreme focus as he slowly drew his hand over himself. His body was slimmer than Arnet's, his skin a few shades lighter, but he still had a purely masculine physique. His waist tucked into slim hips and I followed that line down to his blushing cock, and then to his slim thighs. They were clenching and releasing, his feet digging into the silk sheets. His shaft would probably be a good choice to start with, neither too big nor too wide, but I wasn't ready for what Barret might do to me. I moved on.

  Robyn. His dark hair spread out across the white silk like spilled ink, and his stunning face was a study of sensuality; parted lips, the tip of his tongue flicking out, a flush highlighting the crests of his cheekbones. His lightly haired chest was more muscular than Barret's, but not as wide as Arnet's. It rose and fell with his quick breaths. I lowered my gaze to his shaft, where he worked it with expert fingers. Robyn rubbed the moisture from its glistening tip and eased it over himself, groaning my name. That almost made the decision for me, that and the slenderness of his member. It would be a good way to ease myself into sex. But the length of him was daunting. So I went to the last tent.

  Hugin lay there, head tossing, his blonde locks clinging to him as if even they couldn't resist touching him. His pale skin was flushed and his tight stomach was rippling with the movements of his hips. Muscled thighs were spread wide, directing my gaze up to his shaft. The rosy tip curved out of his fist, beckoning me closer. Thick but not as thick as Arnet's, and just the right length. Yes, this was the bed I wanted to lay in first.

  I crawled into the tent and Hugin tensed, letting his hand fall away as a smile spread over his lips. I closed the tent flap behind me, and then reached forward to remove his blindfold. Hugin blinked those midnight eyes up at me, and smiled wider as he pulled the cotton from his ears. I laid down beside him, but he quickly rolled me over, pushing me into the mattress.

  “Adelysia,” Hugin sighed right before he kissed me.

  His hands began working their soft, sweet magic, slowly teasing me, as his hips shifted my thighs apart. One of Hugin's hands delved into my folds and he groaned at how wet I was. His finger slid in as his mouth lowered to my neck, nibbling gently at my skin. Then he slid another finger inside me, and began working the two apart, easing my body open. Yes, this was the right man to begin with.

  Hugin took his time, making sure I was relaxed and open for him. Then he braced himself on one elbow and took his cock in his free hand. He eased the tip into me and I squirmed, wanting more. Hugin pressed gently forward, and my body seemed to pull him in. I tried to move my hips, but he took his hand away from himself, to hold me down.

  “Easy now, Addy,” Hugin was breathing hard. “I don't want to hurt you.”

  “You won't,” I said, but decided to let him set our pace.

  Hugin slid inside me inch by agonizing inch, until he came to the barrier of my maidenhood. He looked up at me in surprise, knowing immediately that I'd chosen him to take my virginity, and my face fell. What if the others realized it was already gone? They'd be so disappointed.

  “They won't know,” Hugin assured me. “Some women break their maidenhead before sex. Or they'll think we've torn it through our earlier ministrations. Don't worry, Addy.”

  “Alright, I won't,” I moaned as he gave a firm push, breaking through that thin barrier, and then settled himself firmly against me.

  One little twinge was all I felt. They had taken the time to build up my desire to the point that the pain was nothing. Something trivial that was soon pushed into the past. The fullness of Hugin inside me, the sweet sensation of his pelvis pressed to mine, the pure joy infusing his face, that was much more important to me than the pinch of losing my virginity.

  “I love you so much, Adelysia,” Hugin said tenderly, spiraling the moment into earth-shattering.

  “I love you too, Hugin.”

  He began to slide in and out of me, slowly at first, then rapidly. Soon, Hugin was tensing, his whole face contorting with desire as he pulled out and emptied himself across my belly. I watched in wonder as he took his silk blindfold and cleaned off the warm swaths streaking my skin. He tossed the fabric aside, then collapsed over me in happy exhaustion, rolling to the side and pulling me into the cradle of his arm. Hugin kissed me tenderly, but then pushed me gently away.

  “Go to them,” Hugin sighed as he settled back. “Don't keep them waiting any longer than they have to.”

  I smiled and kissed him once more before leaving his tent and going to the one beside it. Robyn was working himself, still hard and in obvious need. I closed the flaps behind me and crept up beside him, kneeling next to his head. He felt me there and left off massaging himself as I removed his blindfold. Robyn smiled brilliantly, pulling the cotton from his ears and casting the pieces aside.

  “Addy,” he growled and pulled me over him.

  Robyn's mouth immediately latched onto a breast, and his hand went to work my womanhood. I ground against him, holding his head to me. He grabbed my hips and pushed me lower, then spread my thighs over him.

  “I can't wait any longer, Adelysia,” Robyn begged, “please take me now.”

  My hands went to his long cock, holding it straight for me, as I eased myself above him. I slid the tip of him inside my channel. Robyn groaned and laid back, his hands covering my breasts and playing with my nipples.

  “Try and relax,” Robyn said gently, even though his face was tight with need, “and just ease yourself down on me when you're ready.”

  I did. I eased down his length slowly, making Robyn roll his head on the pillow and bite at his lips. One of his hands went to my pussy and his finger began rubbing at my clit. Circling and flicking. I cried out and dropped down on him completely. He shouted, his hands going to my hips to hold me in place. Panting, Robyn began to thrust up into me, and I took every inch of him. I was shocked at how good it felt to have him so deep inside. I couldn't even move, had to brace my knees around him as he bucked violently upwards. Then he was shaking, and his hands clenched on my hips.

  “Addy!” Robyn cried as he pulled me off him.

  Thick jets sprayed up onto his stomach as he came. Robyn yanked an edge of the sheet over, and I helped him clean himself. Then I fell over him, snuggling into his chest as he lowered his face to kiss me.

  “I love you,” Robyn said as he reached for the cotton. Right, he didn't want to hear how many others came after him. Hugin had been certain he was the first, but Robyn wasn't.

  “I love you too,” I got to my knees, then to my feet, and left him, shutting the flaps behind me.

  Next was Barret, and I swallowed hard to think of what he had planned. I went into his tent and closed the flaps behind me. Then I crawled over his body. Barret's hand stopped its focused movements and he smiled, reaching up to remove his blindfold. I helped him take the cotton from his ears, and then laid my body fully over his. He was smaller than Robyn, but still so much larger than I. And he proved suddenly, that he was much stronger than I was as well.

  Barret lifted me into the air and flipped me over, so that he was crouched over my body on hands
and knees. Then he smiled broadly and pulled the red ribbon out from beneath his mattress, the one he had bound me with before. I shivered, anticipating what he might do. But Barret shocked me by pushing both of my knees up and to the sides of my head. My eyes went wide as he wrapped one of my ankles with the silk ribbon, and then tied the other end of the silk to a hook on the tent pole behind me.

  “Barret,” I started to sit up.

  “Trust me,” he purred, and took my other ankle in hand.

  He wrapped it with his silk blindfold and tied it to the other pole behind my head. My legs were up in the air, my thighs spread wide, and my ass lifted. Barret pulled the pillow out from beneath my head and shoved it under my hips, causing me to be angled up even further. My breasts were falling back against my chin, and my womanhood was bared and lifted to him. Barret parted my folds and pinched the juncture at the top until a little red bud emerged. Then he flicked it with a finger. I screamed and he smiled wider.

  Barret stuck his finger in his mouth and licked it before placing it against the sensitive nub once more, and rubbing firmly. My legs shook and I moaned. He continued to rub me until I was dripping down his hand. Then he slid the flat of his palm down my pussy and back up again. I writhed. He went down once more and laid a wet fingertip to that other place. Yes, there. My eyes shot open.

  He gave me a devious wink as his free hand went to rub my clit again. Then, when I was relaxing into the pleasure, Barret slid the tip of his finger into that other hole. I trembled violently and shouted through my orgasm. As I came, his finger slid further in, and his thumb went into my pussy. He started working both openings, stroking me in and out, until I couldn't take anymore. The orgasm seemed endless.

  That's when Barret entered me. He grabbed his cock and just slammed into me with one move. Barret paused there, pressed hard to me, as I grabbed my thighs and pulled them further back so he could go deeper. I wanted more and more. And Barret saw it. He pulled out and then thrust in again, pounding me hard at the height of every push. He grabbed my thighs, his hands over mine, and drove into me even deeper. Then pulled out, laying himself against my pussy, to keep rubbing against me, while he came violently over my breasts, his whole body shaking. He lifted himself up long enough to wipe away his cum. Then he fell over me, kissed me tenderly, and reached up to undo the ties.

  Barret flopped back with a happy smile and a murmured “I love you Addy,” and then I helped him get the cotton back into his ears.

  I could barely walk to the next tent, so shaky was I from the pleasure Barret had given me. But I made it there, and I was glad that I did. Arnet was still furiously pumping his cock, his face glistening with sweat. I closed the flaps and hurried over to him, removing his blindfold immediately.

  He didn't say a word, didn't even take the time to pull the cotton from his ears, just fell on me. I was under Arnet in seconds, his tongue in my mouth and his fingers working inside me. His thick thumb rubbed against my clit as he slid first one, then two fingers into me. I pulled the cotton from his ears, and Arnet latched onto my neck, biting deep into the muscles there. I rocked up against him.

  Then he grabbed me firmly around the hips and twisted me around, putting me on my hands and knees beneath him. Arnet spread my legs roughly, and then my lips. I felt him nestle that thick head against me there. He pushed in just a little, working his mass inside my body, which was still too tight for him. Arnet growled in frustration and continued to push, he worked the tip in and out of me until he was finally able to slip more inside. With a growl of triumph, Arnet slammed into me fully.

  I shouted with the pleasure of being filled by him. His hands went to my breasts and squeezed hard as he pumped into me from behind. My nipples were drawn between his fingers and Arnet pinched them as he pulled on my breasts. I bucked and he snarled. The sound of our bodies coming together made me bite my lips and shiver.

  Then Arnet pushed my face down into the pillow, tossed my hair out of the way, and worked at my neck again with his teeth. His whole body laid over me now, pushing down with all that strength, and his cock was filling me, stretching me deliciously. One hand suddenly slid between us to find my clit and rub furiously as his thrusts became even more violent. I came, shrieking, and he pulled out as he joined me, hot liquid splashing over my ass.

  Arnet fell to the mattress beside me, and pulled me in to his chest tight as his face angled into my neck. Absently, he grabbed an edge of the sheet and wiped the mess away. So considerate, my husbands. I smiled into his chest.

  “I have never loved anyone or anything like I love you,” Arnet whispered.

  “I love you more,” I whispered back. “But Hugin was right, that cock is a monster.”

  “Are you alright?” Arnet lifted his head to study me.

  “Much, much better than alright,” I smiled, and he relaxed.

  “I think you've tamed this monster,” Arnet rumbled into my ear.

  When I was finally able to get up, I put the cotton back in his ears and left the tent. I'd have to leave them all awhile so they'd think they had each been my first. All except Hugin, who knew he was. I smiled and went back to Hugin, finding him working himself again. I lifted a brow and he grinned shamelessly.

  “I may have listened a bit,” Hugin shrugged.

  “So you don't just like to watch,” I teased, “you like to listen as well, Stargazer.”

  “I do,” Hugin said immediately. And then he nodded down to his cock, “Are you too sore to help me with this?”

  “I'm a bit tender, but not everywhere,” I crept forward and took him in hand.

  Hugin laid back with a groan as my mouth descended to him, and I began to bring my husband to his second orgasm of the evening.

  Later, after I had freed them all from their self-imposed silence, we crawled up into our wedding bed and clung to each other in contented bliss. But there was one thing my clever husbands hadn't considered when they made their plans, the insatiability of youth. Well that, and the affect we had on each other. It didn't take long before they were all ready for another round. They put me back in the swaths of silk, and as I hung there suspended and surrounded by their love, I thought to myself that I would fight seven dragons for them. Seven-thousand dragons. For my husbands, I would brave any monster in the world. Even Arnet's little monster.

  Sometimes you have to fight for your fairy tale. But fairy tales, the real ones, are worth the battle.

  About the Author

  Amy Sumida lives on an island in the Pacific Ocean where gods can still be found. She sleeps in a fairy bed, high in the air, with two gravity-defying felines and upon waking, enjoys nothing more than typing away all day, recording the voices in her head. She, like Vervain, has no filter but has been fortunate enough to find friends who appreciate this... or at least polite enough to lie and tell her they do. She aspires to someday become a crazy cat lady, sitting on her rocker on her front porch and guarding her precious kitties with a shotgun full of rock salt. She bellydances and paints pictures on her walls but is happiest with her nose stuck in a book, her mind in a different world than this one, filled with fantastical men who unfortunately don't exist in our boring reality. Thank the gods for fantasy.

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  Also by Amy Sumida

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  Marked by Death

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  A Taste for Blood

  The Tainted Web

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  Perchance to Die

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  Light as a Feather

  Rain or Monkeyshine

  Blood Bound

  Eye of Re

  My Soul to Take

  As the Crow Flies

  Beyond the Godhunter

  A Darker Element

  Out of the Blue

  The Twilight Court Series

  Fairy-Struck

  Pixie-Led

  Raven-Mocking

  Here there be Dragons

  Witchbane

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  House of Glass

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  Dear Reader,

  Thank you so much for reading House of Glass (Poisoned Houses | Book 1). For those who have read my other books, you might wonder if this is related to the Poison World series. And the answer to that is yes, and no. Poisoned Houses is set in Poison World, in a different stacked city, with a new cast of characters. The series are written so that each stands on its own. You do not have to read one to enjoy the other. But if you decide to, it will make the world that much more awesome.

  If you have read Beneath a Holo-Sky (Poison World | Book 1), House of Glass is set four years prior.

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