Between the Sheets: A Reverse Harem Anthology of Scenes that get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  That didn’t stop her wanting—needing—him to come though. She pushed back on him with every thrust, matching him moan for moan. She could feel him starting to lose it, his movements a piston.

  From over her shoulder, he gasped. “Ah, fuck, love. I’m coming.”

  Isaac jerked inside her, and she loved him filling her with his cum, holding it deep inside her.

  He pulled out, but she wasn’t empty for long. She looked over her shoulder to see Kingsley take his place. The other man was the biggest out of all of them, and she was glad Isaac had prepared her to take his size. She was going to be wet and dripping by the time they’d finished with her.

  Kingsley stretched her so much and she cried out. He felt incredible though, and as she got used to his size, her pleasure built with every slam of his hips against her backside. His big arm reached around her body, his fingers finding her clit. She’d been too sensitized with Isaac to want him to touch her there, but now Kingsley propelled her pleasure onto a whole new level.

  Together they reached climax, both crying out as waves of pleasure swept through her again and again. Finally, her body went slack. Kingsley pulled out of her and her eyes slipped shut as she basked in her orgasmic glow.

  She wasn’t allowed to rest for long.

  “My turn, sugar,” Clay said. “I’ve got something else for you.”

  She was still on all fours, and wondered if he wanted her to move, but then she saw what he had in mind, and realized he didn’t. On her hands and knees was exactly how he wanted her.

  Clay picked up one of the toys left on the bed. She only caught a glimpse. Small, with a rounded peak and a flat base. Yes, she knew what that was for.

  With the amount of slippery cum around, they didn’t need any more lube. Clay placed the tip of the plug to her asshole and gently pressed down.

  “Breathe, sugar,” he coaxed her.

  The coolness of the plug breached her, and her mind flipped with the extra sensation it gave.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Now you can take me.”

  Clay pushed inside her. She was so full, so wet, she heard the squelch of her cream and the other men’s cum as he pumped inside her, but it didn’t cause her any embarrassment. They were all in this together, quite literally.

  The presence of the plug caused all of her inner muscles to tighten to hold it inside her body. When she came, it was with total loss of control, writhing as the orgasm took her in its grip and wrung her out. Clay came, filling her with his semen, and that only left Alex and Lorcan. Who would be next?

  It was Alex.

  The tall, blond doctor flipped her onto her back, and she tensed to keep the butt-plug inside her body during the move. He covered her body with his own, and then grabbed her legs, hooking her ankles on his shoulders. She reached up to place her palms against his smooth chest. She’d always loved his body, and this position meant she got to admire him as he fucked her. The position also allowed him to thrust insanely deep, and meant she could reach between them and strum her clit, making her eyes roll in pleasure.

  “Fuck, you’re so sexy like this,” he told her, staring down at her as he fucked her, watching her tits bounce with every stroke.

  It didn’t take long for Alex to orgasm as well, and she joined him, her inner sheath milking him dry.

  She was so full now—their combined semen slipping from her body and wetting the sheets below. This wasn’t just about sex—though that was certainly the fun part. What they were doing right now might result in their child.

  Finally, Lorcan crawled onto the bed to join her. She was exhausted, and he probably knew that. He moved in behind her, and pulled her into his arms so they were spooning. “It’s okay, princess,” he murmured in her ear. “I’ve got you now.”

  Reaching down to her bottom, he slipped the plug from her body, taking things down a notch. He pushed his thigh between her legs, and she hooked her ankle around the back of his calf.

  He was inside her, but he held still, and reached for her arm instead. She’d been lying on her side, her arm beneath her head, but stretched out. The position put her wrist beside one of the posts of the four poster bed, and Alex took advantage by taking hold of the silk scarf already half tied around it, and using the other end to secure her wrist. She glanced over her shoulder at him, half-drunk from her orgasms, and he smiled at her, and kissed her shoulder. He’d stayed inside her the whole time he’d been tying her up, but now he started to move, slow and deliberate. The insides of her thighs were soaked, and she didn’t think she’d ever been so full before.

  Alex, always aware of her needs, fucked her deep and unhurried. She was pulling inside herself now, her mind focusing only on the pleasure of him inside her. His fingers found her clit and he rubbed languid circles, until she was pushing her hips back on him, feeling as though she’d lose her mind if he didn’t do her harder. He read the cues and gave her exactly what she wanted, fucking her faster.

  “Oh, God, oh, God,” she cried as she came hard, yanking her arm away, the silk scarf tightening around her wrist. Alex came with her, jerking his hips against her bottom, holding himself inside her as he spilled his seed.

  Alex held her as the final throes of her orgasm swept through her, and then untied her hand. He kissed her shoulder again, and pulled out of her.

  Darcy fell back onto the bed. “Oh. My. God.” She felt like she might pass out.

  Isaac wasn’t done with her though. He grabbed her legs and pulled her around, so her legs were straight up against the headboard, her feet in the air. “You have to stay like this now, love.”

  She laughed. “How long for?”

  “At least half an hour. Don’t worry, we’ll wait on you. Bring you anything your heart desires.”

  “I hope you’ll do that when I’m pregnant and the size of a whale.”

  “Absolutely. You’ll be worshipped like a queen.”

  Darcy bit her lower lip, suddenly nervous. “And if it doesn’t work this time?”

  Isaac gave a slow, satisfied grin and looked around at the others. “Then we’ll do this all over again, and love every moment.”

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  Marissa Farrar has always been in love with being in love. But since she's been married for numerous years and has three young daughters, she's conducted her love affairs with multiple gorgeous men of the fictional persuasion.

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  K.B. Everly: Jinxed Alternate Point of View

  Orrin

  I pulled my magic into me, willing myself to get to her side. All I wanted was her right now, and I was going to stop at nothing to get her. I had to tell her tonight. I had to just be up front and explain that this was what I wanted, and I couldn’t do this anymore if she didn’t want the same.

  Almost immediately, I found myself swatting away the left-over smoke from my apparition into her bedroom. My eyes barely had to search the room before I found her sexy body strewn out on her bed. A blood red sweater hung loosely from one shoulder and hid the delectable curves I knew resid
ed beneath. Black, lace underwear peaked out below the hem, enticing me with its slight show of skin under the fabric. I wanted to rip them off with my teeth. The long, thigh high socks going up her legs drew my focus as well, but they only lead right back up to that sweet spot between her thighs.

  I fought the urge to adjust my tie that seemed to be constricting my neck as I gazed at her. I smiled instead. A smile that most likely showed the desire I had for her the second I appeared in this room. It only intensified just seeing her and smelling her delicious scent. I couldn’t control my pheromones unleashing when I saw her swallow. She desired me just as much as I did her, but the pheromones amplified it.

  “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Her sultry voice asked me.

  Don’t let her see the hold she has over you.

  I grinned broadly at the slight breathy shake in her voice and made my way over to sit next to her on her bed. I leaned over her, resting my hand on the other side of her thigh, effectively locking her in her current position on the bed. I watched her eyes travel from my face down towards my arm, where my skin was only a breath away from touching the exposed flesh of hers.

  “Pleasure is your answer, little witch,” I replied, using my nickname for her. “Are you free tonight for me or is this book—” I slowly extracted a book clutched tightly in her fingers, then tossed it to the foot of her bed. She didn’t need that. “-more interesting than I am.” I arched my brow and dared her to take the bait.

  Her eyes practically begged for me to touch her, but she knew I wouldn’t until she touched me first. She knew how I played. It gave us both a sense of power over the other, yet she had no idea. I knew she believed that by her reaching for me first, it was her way of being assertive. But in reality, I always wanted her to touch me first. She fell right for it.

  Her succulent leg moved a fraction of an inch, then slowly caressed up and down my arm. My skin heated where she touched me. All it ever took was one small touch from her and I was unhinged. Control left me as I descended onto her, straddling her perfect, tiny waist. Fuck I wanted her so bad.

  “I do love how you never have to use your words to answer my questions,” I rasped out. I internally facepalmed myself for the shake in my own voice. This was supposed to be about control. I’d already lost a bit, but now, I needed to reel it back in. I leaned down close to her ear and whispered, “But let’s see if I can make you scream for me.” Much better.

  An idea struck me. One I’d been wanting to follow through on for days. I sat upright, still straddling her, and pushed power into my fingertips and began making a swirling motion. Black coiling tendrils of smoke billowed out from them and slithered like anxious snakes toward their sexy prey. Her breath began to come out in little gasps as the cool power of them slid up her arms and wrapped around her tiny wrists. I moved my hands, directing them like a conductor in an orchestra, willing them to move her wrists to the metal frame of her bed. I pushed a bit of extra power into them, making them stronger and more resistant to her pull.

  She gave them an experimental tug, then smiled up at me when she knew she was going nowhere. I mirrored the expression. The need to touch her filled me, so I stopped fighting the urge. My hands slid under her sweater and across her stomach, gliding along her silky flesh. I felt goosebumps rise and hummed a little with pleasure at what my touch was doing. I pushed power once again into my hands, only this time, they were pulses. I’d learned this trick from another Incubus and had been pleased to see just how much it affected her the first time I’d done it.

  Her sexy moans washed over me as her own pleasure rose from the pulses. Her grey eyes were open wide and watching me and her mouth was parted ever so slightly. She was unbelievably gorgeous when wrapped in the thrall of bliss.

  When I lifted a hand to form a blade in my hand, her eyes narrowed. I loved that look. It was almost as much fun aggravating her as it was pleasuring her.

  “Don’t you dare, Orrin,” she growled out in warning. Her teeth gritted together as she fought through my power, willing me not to do what I was about to do. I couldn’t help it though; her sweater was in the way and she was tied up. There was only one solution to the problem.

  I swiftly sliced through her sweater, taking joy in the sound of the fabric ripping wide open and exposing her naked breasts. She was fucking breathtaking.

  “Orrin! You ass! I loved that sweater!” She shouted at me angrily. Though, just at the edge of her voice, I heard her unmistakable desire. She wasn’t nearly as mad as she was pretending to be.

  I simply shrugged with a smile and vanished the blade, happy that one less obstacle was between me and her. Before she could speak another word against what I’d done, I slammed both my hands back down onto her, pulsing out an even bigger burst of energy. Her eyes slammed shut and she cried out in ecstasy, arching her back harder into my hands. I give anything to have her always moaning like this. Always.

  I quickly slipped my tie off and laid it over her eyes, upping the game and driving her senses to the brink. I let her stew in anticipation as I slid from her body and began undressing. Her legs clenched together tightly, waiting to be pried open. When I was fully undressed, I grasped her slender ankles and yanked her downwards, straining her hands against her bindings. I climbed onto the bed and as slowly as possible, dragged her sexy lace panties down her legs. I position my body where her sensuous thighs could rest on my shoulders and brought my mouth a hairs breath away from her tantalizing center. I breathed in deep, taking in her sweet smell; my body shivered with anticipation to taste her.

  “You are by far my all-time favorite snack, little witch. None have ever smelled as tantalizingly sweet as you,” I breathed out in a husky tone.

  She squirmed a bit, obviously growing tired of my teasing. I couldn’t help doing it. It was just so much fun. That was probably the demon within me, though, my fae side enjoyed it just the same.

  I didn’t keep her waiting. I wanted her taste on my tongue more than I wanted to breath. I dove in, lapping at the juices she’d already released. I continued firing off pulses of power from my hands, wanting to amp up her pleasure tenfold. I wasn’t sure if it was out of selfish need to taste more of her, or just because I loved making her feel good. Either way, I didn’t care. Her coming apart in my arms was a prize I loved winning.

  “Orrin!” She cried out; her voice breaking a bit.

  I bit at her sensitive nub in response. Fuck! I loved when she screamed my name. I felt powerful just in the way it rolled off her tongue. She was mine whether she liked it or not.

  Her shaking body and the smell of her sweat had me reeling. Tasting her was amazing but being inside of her was fucking heaven. I quickly pulled away and climbed up her body. My mouth met hers hard, swallowing the moan she let out.

  “I told you I’d have you screaming,” I whispered with a smug grin against her lips. I gave her no time to respond, before lifting her and slamming inside her all the way to the hilt. I hammered into her, reveling in the heat her wet sex generated from the friction.

  “This doesn’t make up for my sweater,” she gasped out. I answered her by pushing into her harder and faster. “But fuck don’t you dare stop!” She added.

  Never. I could never fucking stop.

  I kissed her over and over again as I fucked her. She clutched tighter around me every time I made her cum. Which I’m glad to say, was not just once. Satisfying her only one time was not enough. I had to feel her bathe my dick multiple times before I felt my own satisfaction.

  After feeling like she’d taken all she could, I allowed myself to finally finish. I groaned loudly in bliss before collapsing in exhaustion and just feeling the chest as it heaved up and down from the exertion. Right here was where I belonged.

  And no matter how hard she tried to fight it, Christi Craft would always fucking be mine…

  Milo

  She was no longer with the Incubus. That’s all I needed to know to find the courage to step closer to her cowering form. The hex her mothe
r had placed was burning her from the inside out, and nothing could stop it but intimacy. This was finally my moment to show her just how badly I wanted her. How I had pined for her even when we were children. Though now, there was far more physical attraction. If she’d let me do this for her, it would help her see that I wanted her more than anything in this fucking world.

  I pressed my body into her shivering one. She gasped out when they connected, obviously getting a bit of reprieve from the pain of the hex as it was replaced with a bit of pleasure.

  “Then let me help you. I want to help,” I breathed out softly, hoping she could hear my desire for her in my voice. That I didn’t want to do this out of pity, but out of need for her.

  She drew in another sharp breath when I subtly pressed harder into her, letting her feel more of my desire that pushed uncomfortably beneath my boxers. My eyes never left hers as a war seemed to wage behind them. They flicked back and forth to mine, looking for any doubt whatsoever. When I knew she’d found none and had finally decided to give into the hex, I could see it. I wasted no time in whisking her away from here, vanishing us from her room to mine.

  I gave her no chance to go back on this and crashed my lips to hers, backing her slowly towards my bed until her knees hit the edge. It was the most exhilarating experience of my life to finally feel what those soft, plush lips felt like against mine. I slid my tongue against the seam of her mouth, waiting for her to give me entrance. She gave in easily and immediately started sliding her tongue against mine. Her hands glided up my chest, sending shocks across my body. Hers shivered violently against mine, enticing me to start getting rid of anything between us. I just wanted her skin against mine.