Breakaways: Reverse Harem Romance (The Challenge Book 5)

by Lily Harlem

  “Aye.” Mason dropped a kiss to her forehead. “We love you and promise to, for always.”

  Evan reached for the opposite tie.

  “No,” Lucas said, resting his hand on Evan’s arm. “I’ll take it from here?”

  “You will?” Evan stilled.

  Lucas nodded.

  “But she’s in need of…” Harry said.

  “I know what she’s in need of.” Lucas tilted his chin. “And I can take it from here.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Mason said, clasping Lucas on the shoulder then stepping away. “You know where we are if you need us.”

  “I won’t.” Lucas set his attention on Olivia.

  “Okay, if you’re sure.” Evan dropped his hands to his sides.

  “I’m sure.”

  Harry hesitated; he studied Lucas and then Olivia.

  “I’m okay with Lucas, more than okay,” she directed at him. “He’ll look after me now.”

  “Of course he will.” Harry smiled, suddenly. “But know we’d all like to be here with you now.”

  “I do know that.” She looked at Lucas. “But I need Lucas, too.”

  “Aye, come on, guys,” Mason said from the doorway.

  Raul slipped from her and stood.

  She pressed her thighs together, enjoying the faint, lingering trembles of her orgasms.

  For a moment she watched them gather their clothes and head through the door. Lucas drew the blind so the now quiet room fell into near-darkness.

  The door was closed.

  She was alone, with Lucas.

  He didn’t untie her as she’d thought he would. Instead, he reached for a soft towel and began to wipe the cum from her chest. Already it was drying. He rubbed it carefully with a look of concentration on his face.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  “I should be asking you that.”

  “I’m fine.” She hesitated. “Were you worried about me?” She knew he had been, she’d seen it in his eyes.

  “You sounded in pain at one point, like they’d pushed it too far not letting you come.”

  “It was pretty damn frustrating.” She smiled. “And I’m glad you intervened when you did.”

  “Good.” He slid the towel to between her legs. “I wouldn’t have wanted to stop your fun too early.”

  “You didn’t.”

  “Open up.” He nudged her right thigh.

  She parted her legs, and cool air washed over her pussy.

  Carefully he wiped away the trickles of release. “Your voice changed,” he said, “the desperation wasn’t enjoyable anymore.”

  “You picked up on that the moment it happened.”

  He smiled. “I know you well.”

  “You do.”

  He discarded the towel then reached for the ribbon around her right wrist.

  As he undid it, she noticed the outline of his cock, straining against his jeans. He was the one husband she had yet to satisfy.

  “Lucas, I want you to come.”

  “Shh, not yet.” He gently took her arm and rested it down at her side, rubbing her shoulder and elbow as if concerned they ached.

  “But…”

  “No. You’re my priority, and you need to rest, Olivia.”

  She wasn’t going to argue with that, at least not for a while. She was exhausted, and her body did ache. She’d tensed every muscle, fought the binds, writhed and wriggled. Her limbs were heavy, and her eyelids wanted to close.

  She gave in to it, sighed, and shut her eyes.

  “Yes, you should do that,” Lucas said. “Close your eyes. But turn over first, onto your stomach.” He nudged her side, encouraging her to roll.

  She did, enjoying the softness of the duvet on her skin and the fresh, cool section of pillow.

  “Good, now relax,” he said.

  The rustle of clothing told her he was undressing, but she stayed in her dark world where satisfaction reigned.

  Suddenly something cool dribbled onto her back.

  “What’s that?” She raised her head.

  “Stay still, it’s massage oil. I found it in Raul’s drawer.”

  “Ohh a massage, what a treat.”

  “I’m not an expert but I’ll give it a go.” He straddled her thighs, his naked ass pressing onto her legs, and set his hands over the oil.

  Slowly he began to rub it in, smoothing it up to her shoulders and neck, then down the gutter of her spine to her buttocks.

  “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said, smiling against the pillow, her cheek bunching.

  “Too much pressure?”

  “No, it’s perfect.” She sighed. “Absolutely perfect.”

  The oil held the scent of lavender, which seemed to deepen her dreamy state.

  On and on Lucas worked her muscles, kneading out tiny knots and kinks, taking away the aches in her shoulders and upper arms. Soothing away the redness around her wrists.

  He moved downward, creating circular movements in the small dimples above her ass. Then he added more oil and set to work on her buttocks.

  “You have the cutest bum ever,” he said.

  “Thank you.”

  “You don’t have to say thank you, it’s an observation.” He kneaded her right cheek, pushing it outward then inward. As he did that, coolness slipped through her cleft right down to her pussy.

  She thought of his hard cock; soon he’d need to come. Otherwise he’d be in the same desperate state she’d been in.

  His attention went to her left cheek. He added more oil, which trickled down the gulley between her buttocks, farther and farther still. It slicked over her asshole, cool and slippery.

  “Olivia,” he said. “I want you so badly.”

  “So have me. I’m yours.”

  He trailed his fingertip down the same route the oil had taken.

  When he touched her anus, she held her breath.

  “I want you here.”

  “Lucas.”

  “I’ve dreamed of it, fantasized about it.” He pressed at the centre of her tight pucker.

  She trembled, just a little. “Okay. Do it.”

  “Are you sure? You can say no.”

  “Yes, I’m sure.”

  “Fuck, really?” he murmured and pushed in.

  She squirmed, the invasion dark, illicit, and so sexy.

  “But you’re so small and tight.” There was uncertainty in his voice.

  “And you’re big, so be gentle, okay?”

  “Of course. Always. I always want to be gentle with you.”

  “I know, and you are.” She curled her toes. “Give me more, another finger in there. And plenty of oil.”

  He did as she’d asked, adding more lubrication then slipping another finger alongside the first. Her hole stretched around them as he slid to his knuckle.

  She groaned and turned to face the other way.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No, it’s nice…different but nice.”

  “You’ve done this before, right?”

  “Yes. So it’s okay, just go slow.”

  “I will.” He almost withdrew, then eased back in. Soon he’d set up a super-gentle, in-out motion, fucking her ass with his fingers. “You feel so soft in here, like warm cushions.”

  She smiled and relaxed into his touch, enjoying being able to fulfil his fantasy. After a few minutes she pushed back onto him. “Now, I’m ready, Lucas. Do it, do what you want to do.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me to stop if you need me to.”

  “I won’t.”

  He stretched over her, his chest to her back, his weight mainly propped onto his elbows, though she relished some of his denseness lightly pressing onto her body.

  She widened her legs and dipped the hollow of her back, presenting her ass for his cock.

  The slippery tip stroked over her hole then settled at the center.

  Lucas was breathing heavily. “I’m going to, now…okay?”

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p; “Yes.” She gripped the sheets but willed her asshole to relax.

  He eased forward, gaining purchase. “Olivia,” he gasped.

  “More.” She bore down on him.

  He took advantage and edged in, the flare of his glans stretching her.

  “Oh, Jesus, it’s amazing,” he moaned.

  “Give me more,” she demanded again.

  “It’s here.” He slipped in farther.

  Her tight ring hugged his shaft, and she arched her spine as he kept on going, filling her, taking her.

  She let out a long low groan, which rumbled into the pillow.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No, no…it’s not sore, just intense.”

  “I’m nearly in, nearly all the way.”

  He isn’t already?

  He kept on going, the denseness increasing and her asshole stretching wide around his thick erection.

  Eventually his balls pressed up against her labia.

  “Ah, that’s it, I’m in you, in your ass.” He’d spoken into the cup of her ear, his breaths hot and fast.

  “Yes, yes…” she managed.

  “Are you going to come again, like this?” he asked.

  “No, I don’t think so…it feels good, but without something on my clit, too…”

  “Ah fuck. I want to come now.”

  “Do it.”

  “But you should, again.”

  “I don’t think I can again, Lucas. You come, I want to feel and hear you come in my arse.”

  “Oh fuck, just hearing you say those words.”

  “Come in my arse, Lucas. Now.”

  “I will. I will.”

  He pulled back, not all the way out, then slid in again.

  “Yes, like that,” Olivia said. “Come.”

  “I am…I am, it’s nearly here.”

  Again, and every bit as gentle as before, he withdrew then sank deep.

  She enjoyed the sensation of him riding high. It was as if he was part of her, he was so far inside her body.

  “I’m coming.” He stilled at full depth, balls deep, and came.

  His root was wide, stretching her, and it throbbed as he released his pleasure.

  He groaned, a deep, guttural, incredibly primitive sound, which echoed around the room.

  “Lucas, you feel amazing,” she gasped. “So good.”

  “So do you…oh, Heaven help me.” He moaned again; he was still coming.

  His body jerked against hers. He held his breath.

  Olivia squeezed her eyes closed and committed the moment to memory. The sound and feel of Lucas orgasming in her ass for the first time was one she didn’t want to ever forget.

  Chapter Six

  Eventually Lucas withdrew from her ass, dragging in a deep breath as he did so. He then flopped onto the bed next to Olivia and exhaled.

  She squeezed her buttocks together as cool air breezed over her back and ass.

  “Bloody hell,” he muttered, reaching for her hand and tugging it onto his chest. “I know my stamina isn’t anything I’ll win awards for, but I’ve never come so fast.”

  “It’s intense like that, isn’t it?”

  “Aye, it really is.”

  He turned to her with a slight frown. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”

  “No, not at all. Don’t worry.”

  “I always worry, you’re small, delicate, I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

  “I’m tougher than I look.”

  “In many aspects, aye, but everyone has their limits.”

  “The others pushed me to my limit earlier.”

  “I know.” He pulled her knuckles to his mouth and kissed them. “Promise me if you’re going to do that again, with them all, you’ll let me watch.”

  “Because you enjoyed watching?”

  “Of course, you know I like porn, I’ve told you that before. And earlier, well, that was my own private show with the woman of my dreams center stage.”

  She giggled. “I guess it was.”

  “A bit odd seeing my brother going for it, though.”

  “Yes, I wondered if it might be.” She turned to look at his face.

  He huffed. “That has never been in any of my fantasies.”

  “No, I guess not.” She paused. “One of my fantasies is to have you and Mason, together.”

  “It is?” He seemed surprised.

  “How could it not be? You’re gorgeous and sexy, and I’m in love with you both.”

  He was quiet, his lips pressed together.

  “Perhaps one day,” she said, “in the future, way in the future. But if not, that’s fine, too.”

  Still he didn’t speak.

  She decided to drop the subject. “I trust all my husbands,” she said. “And I could have used my safeword.”

  “But you didn’t.”

  “No. I didn’t need to. I had you watching over me.”

  “I’ll always be watching over you.”

  “I’m glad.” She yawned. Satisfaction and exhaustion had flooded her body.

  “You should sleep for a while. It’s been a long day. Emotional, too, with saying goodbye to the kids.”

  “Yes, I think I might have a sleep.”

  She closed her eyes and allowed her thoughts to drift. Lucas pulled up a blanket, and it settled over her naked body.

  When she woke, Lucas was sleeping beside her. He was on his back, his lips parted and his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

  She propped herself onto her side and looked over him toward the digital clock on the cabinet. It was nearly six p.m.

  “Hey,” she said, then kissed just above his right nipple. “We should get up.”

  “Mmm?”

  “Come on. I’m hungry.” She peppered kisses up to his neck, then onto his mouth.

  “Olivia,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and dragging her onto his body. “I’m hungry for you.”

  “Behave.” She giggled and squirmed. “No more sex, for any of you, until I’ve had nourishment. I’ll fade away.”

  “Aye, you will fade away.” He frowned. “What have you eaten today?”

  “Not much, which is why my stomach is growling.” She pushed up, then stood. She went a little lightheaded, her vision fogging, and gripped the dresser.

  Lucas was beside her in an instant. “You okay?” He wrapped his arm around her waist.

  “Yes…just a bit dizzy.” She rubbed her temples.

  “Come on, you definitely need food. Or a cup of sweet tea perhaps.”

  “No, just food, don’t fuss.” The swimming sensation in her brain subsided. “I’ll shower and get dressed. I take it we’re only going downstairs to eat.”

  “Yes, that seemed to be the plan.” He held her a little tighter.

  She laughed. “You can let go. I’m not going to collapse. I’m hungry, that’s all.”

  “Sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure.” She gave him a playful shove. “You go and check on the plan. I’ll jump through the shower.”

  “I guess that’s me told.”

  “It is.” She set a kiss on his cheek. “And thank you, for earlier.”

  “No thanks necessary. I had a great time.”

  “You’re my hero, you know that?”

  “And you’re my heroine—one really fucking sexy heroine.”

  She grinned and scooted past him.

  After dragging on Raul’s gown—a dark-gray velvet affair—she picked up her bag and went into the bathroom.

  She set the shower to hot and stood under it for a long time. Her body ached. She was tender between her legs and a little around her ass. When she soaped her breasts, they were delicate, too. She’d had sex with five men, a group session. She loved them all and knew they all loved her. It had been perfect. She’d felt safe, but her boundaries had been pushed. She’d also felt adored, worshipped, and so feminine. Everything about the experience had been a turn-on; the way she’d been tied up, unable to get herself off when frustratio
n had driven her mad. How Harry had insisted she beg, yet crammed her mouth with cock so she couldn’t speak. Evan gripping Harry’s shoulder as he came, cum coating her chest. Mason filling her pussy with his release, then Raul straight after. Her climax had ballooned, refilling all over again and supplying her first multiple orgasm.

  She held her face to the water and sighed contentedly. Sex with multiple men should mean multiple orgasms.

  Thank goodness she had multiple husbands.

  When she emerged from the bathroom, dressed in jeans and a pale pink t-shirt that had a low v-neck, the guys were all sitting in the open-plan area, sipping beers and enjoying the view. A playlist was on, something low-key and melodic. Conversation was minimal, as if they’d all had a siesta and were enjoying being lazy.

  “Hey, boys,” she said, filling up a tumbler with water from a filtered tap set in the refrigerator. “Are you going to feed your poor starving wife or not?”

  “Si, si, we are.” Raul hopped up. “I have Jose on standby, we were waiting for you.”

  “I’m ready.” She grinned and accepted the kiss he placed on her cheek.

  “Mmm, you smell delicious, I could eat you,” he said then laughed.

  “Well don’t.” She ran her palms down his smart black cotton shirt. “At least not at the moment.”

  “You are hungry, si. After all that exercise.” He chuckled. “Come on, we’ll go down now. It’s an hour before opening, we’ll eat without anyone recognizing Harry.”

  “Good idea.”

  “And I have new plates for you to taste.”

  “Oh, that sounds interesting.”

  “It will be, the menu needs revampiring.”

  “Revampiring?”

  “He means revamping,” Evan said with a grin and clasping his hand on Raul’s shoulder. “Don’t you, mate?”

  “Si, that is what I said, revampiring.”

  Within a few minutes, Olivia was seated at the back of the restaurant. The table was set for six, and she sat between Harry and Lucas. Mason and Evan were opposite, though Raul had gone into the kitchen to speak to Jose.

  “Here,” Evan said, filling her wineglass.

  “Actually I’ll just have water.” She licked her lips. “I’m thirsty.”

  “Sure, here you go.” He studied her for a second, then picked up a bottle of sparkling water and filled the crystal tumbler beside her placemat.

  “I wonder how the kids are,” Mason said, resting back and folding his arms.