Unconventional Reasons: A Reverse Harem Love Story

by Saint, Olivia

  Vanessa grinned. "All right, all right. So where's this deck of cards? And do you actually have chips this time?"

  "Heads up, as always." Brad winked.

  "I get the feeling you two have done this a lot."

  Harrison settled on one of the queen beds with a whiskey and shrugged easily. "A number of times, but probably not as many as you're thinking."

  "Any excuse to see each other naked?" Vanessa teased.

  Brad laughed. "Trust me, we don't need girls to do that. I'm around this schmuck enough, I could pants him in a heartbeat. That said, there's something inherently beautiful about the female anatomy, and we like to explore it. I know traditional threesomes are full of tits, but this is like the best of porn, for me, anyway. I get to watch, I get to participate, it's perfect."

  Vanessa nodded and took another sip of her drink. "I see. So you're doing it to see Harrison's dick."

  "Obviously I'm doing it to see Harrison's dick."

  They laughed and the room fell into a silent lull. Brad jumped up from his bed and rifled through a suitcase until he happened across a deck of cards, and tossed them on the table.

  "Never leave home without them."

  "Serious question." Vanessa sat up. "Do I need to worry about STDs, oh Champions of the Threesome?"

  Things she never would have ever thought to ask as a college student. Adulthood taught her a lot, like how an STD screening was her best friend while navigating the waters of Singledom.

  "Serious answer: no. Always good to get checked, but we're clean. We use condoms now, like big boys, and I swear, Vanessa. We aren't little sluts who can't wait to bag the next sweet ass while we travel. We only do this with girls who are special to both of us, and that number is disappointingly small."

  Vanessa warmed and felt her panties dampen. "Special, eh?"

  "One of the best." Harrison leaned forward. "You're gorgeous, only gotten better since college, you're intelligent, compassionate, and caring. All it takes is one look to realize your heart is incredible."

  "He speaks the truth." Brad nodded. "Also, you've got amazing tits."

  "Amazing tits."

  Vanessa laughed. "How can a girl pass up two sexy guys lavishing her with praise? Deal the cards!"

  Everyone piled on one of the beds, and an anxious energy filled the room. Harrison turned on some music from his phone and Brad dealt out the cards. Vanessa couldn't shake the flashbacks from the first time they played this. Both of them had gotten hotter, and carried the kind of confidence that came with knowing they were attractive. Between sly winks and teasing pokes, Vanessa ended up, once again, in just her underthings. Only this time, Brad remained startlingly dressed.

  "I think this game is rigged." Harrison announced, sitting in his boxers, large bulge already showing. Vanessa licked her lips, and it didn't escape his notice.

  Brad shrugged. "Look, can't help it if I'm on fire tonight."

  "I call Mulligan!" Vanessa laughed. "Absolutely insane that you're still dressed. I command you to strip!"

  "She commands! She commands!" Harrison cheered. "Who doesn't love a good striptease?"

  "Fuck the tease, I want the whole thing." Vanessa threw her cards at Brad. "Strip! Strip! Strip!"

  Brad laughed and rolled off the bed. "All right, all right! Only because the lady requests it. Harrison, give me something good to work with."

  Soon, the opening chords of Finger Eleven's Paralyzer filled the room. Harrison straddled Vanessa from behind and ran his hands along her bare skin while Brad danced. It was silly and full of air humping, but watching him peel back layers of clothing, while Harrison had his hands all over her, made Vanessa's breath catch.

  Harrison slipped his hands inside her lacy bra and gently rubbed her nipples while kissing the back of her neck, causing goosebumps to explode across her skin. One hand stayed in her bra, and the other made the descent down to her panties, where he slipped one finger under the fabric and slowly ran across her nub.

  "You have no idea how sexy you look right now." Brad stared at her with a hot intensity, his clothes now pooled around his feet, save for his boxers. He started dancing for her for real now, reminding her of Channing Tatum in Magic Mike.

  A groan escaped her lips. This was heaven, being pleasured and kissed and rubbed while watching a pair of sexy abs dance before her. Brad's cock was practically begging to explode from its fabric prison, and she reached out to touch him, that rock hard stomach all the way down to what she really wanted. She leaned away from Harrison and pulled down Brad's boxers, revealing the gorgeous cock she remembered, usually while she was touching herself.

  Vanessa rolled over onto her back and pushed herself to the edge of the bed to take Brad's length in her mouth. It was just as silky, just as smooth, just as huge as she remembered, maybe even more. While she licked and sucked, she ran her hands across her breasts, toying with her nipples.

  Harrison let out a small growl and kissed down her stomach to her pussy. His scruff tickled her legs and sent heat to her middle. His tongue mimicked his fingers, slowly licking across her nub, gently licking her opening, nibbling on her tender flesh. Vanessa hooked her legs around his broad shoulders and anchored him to her.

  Brad thrust into her mouth slowly, like he was fucking her. He reached down and pushed her hands away so he have her breasts to himself. It was an incredible sensation: cock in her mouth, hands on her breasts, an incredibly talented mouth on her pussy. Vanessa could barely keep sucking off Brad because of her moaning and panting, raw lust firing like lightening in her veins.

  She thrust her hips into Harrison's mouth, pulling him deeper into her. He slipped a finger into her opening and bit down on her clit, eliciting a loud cry from Vanessa. She writhed and panted against him, Brad popping out of her mouth. He let out a groan of frustration, but joined her on the bed, taking one nipple in his mouth and the other between his fingers.

  She was being worked over by a pair of sexy men who knew exactly how to work her body. Vanessa arched her back and pushed against Harrison's mouth, the knot within her mounting and steadily building towards a crushing orgasm. They both bit down on her at the same time, and she broke apart - shivering and crying out as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.

  Vanessa had barely finished shaking when Brad pulled out a pack of ribbed condoms. He pulled her towards him, leaving her legs dangling off the bed, and entered her with a forceful push. She could die right now and be happy, filled with his cock. He rubbed his thumb across her clit as he fucked her.

  Harrison took to her breasts with his expert mouth, caressing her gently as he did. Between the rough fucking and the gentle touches, Vanessa felt like she was on sensory overload--in the best possible way. Harrison kissed her, and she tasted herself on his tongue. It made her wet all over again. There was something deeply erotic to her about tasting herself on someone else.

  Maybe, one day, she'd have to try this with another woman involved. The thought made her pussy warm.

  “My turn!" Harrison said. He and Brad high-fived and switched, Harrison slipping a condom over his much bigger cock and Brad curling up on bed with one hand on his cock and the other on her breasts. His kisses were different: they were fast and hard, where Harrison was much gentler. He was not gentler during a fucking, though. His large cock rammed through her like a bull, threatening to split her in two.

  Vanessa spread her legs wider so he could go deeper inside of her, and she played with herself as he did. It was amazing, this act of love with so many hands and lips and tongues. Harrison fucked her until he came with a loud grunt, sweat dotting his brow. They switched again, Brad now filling her up, Harrison surrounding her with kisses.

  "You're amazing," he murmured against her. "Absolutely amazing."

  His words stole her breath, and in that moment, she came again. She cried Harrison's name, and then Brad's as he fucked her, and Brad came quickly after. He thrusted heavily into her through the orgasm, intensifying the waves knocking across her.
It was thick and heavy, leaving her almost dizzy with pleasure.

  They pulled their clothes back on, all of the shyness obliterated. Brad bent down to clean up the cards they'd abandoned across the floor, and shook his ass at Vanessa. She laughed.

  "You guys... you guys are something else."

  "You need to come visit us sometime." Harrison finished his buttons and kissed Vanessa on her forehead. "We need to do this again before another five years have passed."

  "Aren't you guys in California? Aren't there plenty of hot girls there?" Vanessa asked, but she didn't mean it, not really. What she wanted to say was HOW ABOUT NEXT WEEK, but she didn't want to come off as desperate.

  "We told you, Van." Brad clicked his tongue. "You're special. Hell, if the two of us could date you, we probably would."

  Harrison flexed. "Except I'd kill you for touching my girl."

  Vanessa's cheeks warmed. She wasn't used to this sort of attention, particularly from men like Brad or Harrison. She wasn't used to it, but she could sure get used to it quickly. "Pity you live so far away."

  "We come here for business a lot, though." Brad said. "We should make this a regular thing."

  "Absolutely," Harrison chimed in.

  Vanessa grinned. "I think I could do that. You know, so long as my single status remains."

  "A girl like you should never be single." Harrison shook his head. "Be ours."

  "Be serious."

  "We are." Brad joined Harrison, the two of them pitted against her. "Be ours. We'll come visit, you come visit. Look, we aren't asking you to marry us into a world of legal sin or anything. We are exceptionally good at sharing, as you have seen. We want you, Van. We want all of you."

  Vanessa chewed her lip. "Long distance sucks."

  "Long distance is a gift. Every moment together is treasured. Besides, we travel a lot with the surf biz." Harrison took her hands. "I adore you, Vanessa."

  "I do, too." Brad put an arm around her. "We think you are amazing. And we know you think we are amazing."

  "So cocky."

  "So right. All the time." Harrison and Brad high-fived. "No more dancing around this. Be ours. Please say yes."

  Vanessa stared at them. What they were asking was crazy. Absolute insanity. But she couldn't stop herself from saying, "Yes. I can't believe I'm saying this, but okay."

  Harrison kissed her, followed by Brad, two back-to-back kisses that left her breathless and wanting more, despite the sex they just had. They must have felt it, too, because Brad waggled his eyebrows and Harrison began undoing his buttons.

  "The way to make this official," Brad took her hand and led her to the bed. "Is to christen it with another orgasm."

  "I have a feeling this is going to be a very happy relationship," Vanessa laughed. "You two are insatiable."

  "Are you telling us no?" Harrison asked, nuzzling her neck. "I love your neck."

  Vanessa gently touched his face and closed her eyes. "I don't think I could ever say no."

  "That's our girl." Brad leaned forward and kissed her. "Ours."

  As they laid her down and undressed her, Vanessa closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of them on her skin. Eliot was never going to believe her. For a while, maybe, this would be her little secret. A secret she was going to revisit again and again and again.

  "You're too good to me," she murmured.

  "No," Brad shook his head and kissed her. "You're too good to us."