Halloween Between the Sheets: A Reverse Harem Anthology of Spooky Scenes that Get to the Point
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Moving up so that his legs are on either side of my face, Jude takes advantage of my shock and open mouth, and gently rubs the tip of his dick along my partially parted lips. I gladly open them wider to accommodate his thick shaft, gliding my tongue around the tip until he eases deeper into my mouth.
With both guys filling me, I find myself at a loss on how to proceed, since my hands are bound, and my legs are bent on the table. They seem to realize my dilemma, and promptly begin to find their own rhythm, Lucas setting the pace with his hands and mouth, and Jude following his lead.
The angle is odd, but I manage to suck and graze my teeth along Jude’s shaft, while Lucas continues to work my core. Feeling my orgasm beginning to build, I tighten my hands into fists, but the building slows as Lucas draws away.
I don’t have time to bemoan the loss of contact though, since as quickly as he pulls his hand away, he replaces it with his own erection, pushing inside of me deliberately slowly, while Jude still moves inside my mouth.
“Damn, Sweetheart, I love how ready you are for me,” Lucas growls as his slow pace begins to increase in speed, but with Jude’s dick sliding back and forth over my lips, I can’t respond.
We continue like this while my orgasm begins to build inside of me again, and I use my teeth to lightly graze Jude’s hard shaft. This proves to be the tipping point for him, and without warning, he spills his heat into my mouth.
“Argh! God, Darlin’!” Jude yells out as his release overtakes him, and when he finishes, pulls out of my mouth. With all my focus now on Lucas, I find it easy to swallow down the thick, salty liquid, and look down my body to where he drives into me at the edge of the table, slowly licking up the warmth that had escaped my lips.
Jude returns to my side quickly, and without hesitation, leans forward once more, but this time to wrap his lips around my nipple, sucking on it as his tongue twirls around the tip. Between both of their careful ministrations, I finally reach my own release, and cry out as my orgasm rolls through me, and causes me to clench my legs tightly around Lucas’s waist.
Lucas maintains his steady rhythm, our bodies slapping together with how deep he’s thrusting into me. I’m so caught up in the moment, that I don’t even hear the front door close, or the heavy footsteps coming down the hallway. It’s not until Lucas finally growls out his own release, that I take my eyes off of him, and that’s when I see the other figure.
Standing by the door with a strange look on his face is Eli, my best friend-turned-lover, and though he knows that I am with Jude and Lucas, he’s never seen us together, not like this. A kiss is one thing, but to have walked in to see Lucas driving into me as Jude plays with my breasts is a different story all together.
“Well . . . I wasn’t expecting this,” Eli says by way of greeting.
Like me, Lucas doesn’t seem to not know what to say either, so we don’t reply.
Jude, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to share that problem. He simply moves off of where he still leans on the table, and reaches down to pull up his pants. Watching him slide them on without his boxers, makes my core tighten with desire all over again, and Lucas meets my eyes with a small grin. He saw where my eyes were directed, and knows how it affects me.
Rather than try to deny what is obvious, I just shrug my shoulders and look back to where Eli still stands, his eyes heated as they slowly move over my body.
“You going to come in, or are you just going to stand there?” Jude asks, breaking the tension, and gaining Eli’s attention. While he’s turned away, Lucas finally pulls out of me and pulls on his pants as well.
It’s not modesty or embarrassment that has made him wait, more like respect for his friend. None of us know how Eli is going to react to this, so we are being cautious. Well, Lucas and I are. Jude is being, well, Jude.
“Jude . . .,” I groan, shooting him an irritated ‘what the hell’ look for picking at Eli right now, but he just looks at me innocently, like he has no idea what I’m talking about. I’m not fooled by that look, though, he is far too smart to play the clueless card with me.
“You know what?” Eli speaks up from the door, his eyes firmly back on me. “I think I’ll join you.” He smiles, sending shock coursing through my veins, and causing my thoughts to go wild with the implications of what he means.
He’s never even stuck around while me and the others have done a little heavy petting, so he can’t be insinuating that he would join us during sex . . . no, that can’t be it.
Yet even as I have these thoughts, he prowls into the room like a predator stalks its prey, and I am useless against the hot look in his hazel eyes as he comes to a stop beside me, slowly pulling off his jacket, and placing it neatly in a chair.
“Were you enjoying yourself, Kit Kat?” he asks, and I feel a pulse of desire from his deep voice, and the savage look in his eyes.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly, and squirm a little as he raises a hand to rub across the breast that was in Jude’s mouth mere moments before.
“Do you want me to leave, Kit Kat? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Eli says, and his hand stills where it was just rubbing. He’s offering to leave, and I know he will without question, if I ask him to, but I don’t. I’ve had more than one fantasy that involved all three of them at once, so the moment feels surreal. “Tell me what you want, Kit Kat. I need to hear you say it,” he orders, and I shudder at the command in his voice.
“No! I don’t want you to leave. I want. I want . . .,” I start nervously, but then swallow the fear. No, I’ll not hide what I crave, what I long for. The three of them all hold a piece of my heart, and I want nothing more than to have them all at once. “I want you, Eli. I also want Lucas and Jude. Right now, together,” I finally reply boldly. And I watch as a slow smiles begins to slide across his handsome face.
“Ask and you shall receive, Kit Kat. That is, if these two don’t mind?” Eli words it like a question, but he says it more like he’s daring them to deny him. Up ‘till this point, he’s always been content to keep our alone time separate, but he’s right. It’s not just my opinion that matters.
“I’m not sure if I can go for round two so soon, but I’m sure we can find something to keep us entertained,” Lucas answers as his cool blue eyes roam over my bare body, and goosebumps break out across my skin at the promise in his eyes. A promise that tells me that whatever is about to happen, is going to be very good for me.
“I’m game. Besides, I want to see how loud we can make our girl scream,” Jude adds, and I silently think to myself that I’d like to see that, too.
Since I am still lying across the table, it’s not hard for Jude and Lucas to help me turn over at Eli’s prompting, and for them to push my still tied hands above my head against the table.
“Make sure she keeps her hands up there. I want her completely at our mercy,” Eli adds, and they are quick to follow his instructions. While they do that, he retrieves the last of the rope from the closet and steps up behind where I stand bent over the table. The feeling of him securing my ankles to the table legs follows shortly after, leaving me leaning over and propped up on my elbows, and my heartbeat speeds up in excitement.
With my hands secured, Jude and Lucas stand on either side of me, shirtless as they wait for Eli’s orders. Having both of their muscled chests so close, but unable to reach out and touch, is a torture all on it’s own, and I realize that is partially why Eli ordered it. He wants me to beg for it. I’m tempted to defy him, just for the sake of it, but I’m still too stunned by his willingness to join us, that I just find myself going along with it.
“Mmm . . . I have to say, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about being with you and others, too, but having you stretched out for me like a feast ready to be devoured as I see fit, I have to say, I’m finding I like it very much,” Eli admits, and my nipples harden in reaction. I’ve waited so long, dreamed about this so many times, and now that it’s here, I can barely keep myself from demanding that he get on with it.
He doesn’t remove his pants, but he does unsnap his top button, giving me a view of the trail of black hair that starts there, and I don’t stop my eyes from following it down. Everything is still covered of course, but the bulge in his pants tells me that he is as turned on by the new turn of events as I am.
“I’m not going to take it easy on you, Kit Kat, as you’ve already had a warm up. Plus, I agree with Jude. I want to see how loudly we can make you scream out your pleasure. Not only are your hands going to remain restrained, removing your ability to feel anything but our touch, but I’m going to blindfold you as well. All you’re going to know is me fucking you from behind, while they play up there,” Eli informs me, and he rolls his shirt up to create a makeshift blindfold. After passing it over to Lucas, I only get one last glance of Eli’s wicked smirk before everything goes dark.
The first thing that I feel are strong fingers circling my right nipple, rolling the tip between them. Jude. I think, unless they’ve switched sides in the last few minutes. The action is mimicked on my other side only seconds later, and I realize that he and Lucas are playing a game of copycat. My attention is pulled away from their hands when I feel Eli slowly start to massage his large hand up my inner thigh, stepping in close between my parted legs. A soft kiss is laid on my ass where Eli’s hands stop, and before I realize he’s even moved, he buries himself inside of me with a force that steals the breath from my lungs.
I gasp when Eli enters me, but he doesn’t allow me any time to adjust myself to the sensations of being bound, blindfolded, and filled with his large cock before he starts hammering inside of me with a single-minded focus. He has one objective: To shatter me with pleasure, and at this rate, he’s going to be successful.
Right when I feel like I’m starting to grow used to the darkness, Eli lands a sharp smack across my ass, and I cry out again, but not in pain. I’m too filled with euphoria for his touch to be anything but pleasurable at this point. Lucas, too, moves and gently bites into my neck with a light grazing of teeth.
They’re unrelenting as each focuses on a different part of my body, and the combined touches are so overwhelming that I have no choice but to surrender to them as they take everything I have to offer. I come apart screaming under the three of them, my voice going hoarse as none make any move to stop.
In response to my orgasm, Eli tightens his hands at my hips, and only fucks me harder. At his continued thrusting, my center keeps clenching around him in aftershocks of my release, and I feel him grow impossibly harder, signaling that he, too, is close.
Finally, once I feel like he has drawn out every inch of pleasure that I have to offer, his rhythm falters, and he gives a few last thrusts as he roars out his pleasure above me, wrapping his hand into my hair, and guiding my body into him, enjoying the feel of how I tighten around him in surprise. But after he finishes, he loosens his hand and leans forward, resting his head against my back, as we both pant and ride out the wave of ecstasy our orgasms have brought us.
Lucas and Jude untie my hands, but I can’t find the energy to reach up and remove Eli’s shirt where it’s still tied across my eyes. One of them must realize my inability to do so, since I soon feel the cloth pulled from my face, and I have to blink a few times against the sunlight that streams into the kitchen.
Eli moves from his spot against my back, and I shiver as he pulls out of me, and zips his pants back up, as Lucas walks over with a damp cloth in his hands. I’m just beginning to sit up and clean myself up when a noise outside catches my attention.
“Uh, guys? I think we have company,” I say as I look for my clothes. I’ve barely pulled on my pants when Jude cusses from beside the window.
“Shit! You’re right, Darlin’. There’s gotta be at least ten Sightless outside. They, uh . . . must of been drawn by your screams,” he adds, and we all freeze for a second before a laugh escapes me, their own laughter following close behind.
“You did say you wanted to hear how loud she can scream,” Eli replies in amusement, and Lucas snorts at the statement.
“True, but right now, let’s go take care of those undead assholes. We can work on our volume control later,” Lucas says, joining the conversation.
“Wait! So, there will be a later?” I ask in a hopeful voice, and we all turn our attention to where Eli stands, waiting for his reply. He’s the one that holds all the cards now, so if he didn’t enjoy what we’ve just done together, then it will be the one and only time it ever happens.
Realizing the question is directed at him, Eli takes in the three of us. His eyes cut to both of the guys quickly, but eventually land, and stay, on me. He only pauses for a second before his eyes soften, and he replies, “Oh yea, Kit Kat. I’d definitely say that there will be a later.” I throw my arms around him in happiness, placing a light kiss on his lips.
“Thank you.” I whisper in his ear, but I don’t clarify about what I’m thanking him for. Whether it be his willingness to share me with the others, or that he wants to do it again, I don’t know. I’m just glad that he loves me enough to try it.
After I pull away from Eli, I see that we’re all dressed, so we begin to head outside. The guys start to argue about my coming along, but I won’t have it. I will be careful, since I carry our unborn child, but I won’t let them face this many Sightless alone. I am the only one immune to their bite, so my being out here can prove to be beneficial.
Besides, with the ache of them still between my legs, and the glow of happiness I feel from experiencing us all together for the first time, and knowing that Eli finally accepts every facet of our unique relationship, dealing with the Sightless will feel like a walk in the park. Nothing can bring me down right now, especially not when I have my guys by my side.
About Ellabee Andrews
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Liza Street & Keira Blackwood: A Scene from Dragon Ever After
As dragons, we could take the heat—both in and out of the bedroom. It was always hot, no matter where we were, as long as we were together.
It was certainly hot in my penthouse.
As soon as we entered, Slade slammed me against the wall, his large, muscled body pressing against the softness of my breasts. My gentle giant towered over me, knowing just how much I enjoyed being caught in his grasp. Giddy with the euphoria of a successful job, I giggled.
“We fucking did it!” Taylor shouted, stripping off his fake white Santa beard.
Slade’s tongue was already in my mouth, so I couldn’t respond. Not that I minded. I fucking loved it. His lips were soft yet insistent, and he tasted sweet and warm like my favorite apple cider.
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One desire-filled kiss later, and both Taylor’s and Slade’s hands were unzipping my gown.
“I should wash off my face paint,” I said, breathless.
We’d recovered a stolen tiara during one of the most crowded, drunken revelries in Connecticut, and we’d done it in style. And in costume. Taylor had dressed up like a sexy Santa. His red jacket was sleeveless like a vest, showcasing his muscular arms. His red pants were fitted like a tight present I couldn’t wait to unwrap. Slade was one of the Scottish rebels from Braveheart like he’d been last year. Thin straps of plaid fabric crossed from his kilt to his shoulder, lying flat against the most glorious set of abs the world had ever known. Quentin had been a zombie CEO. Quentin’s costume was probably an excuse to not have to look like anything silly, but that man knew how to rock a suit. And I was the night sky, in a shimmering blue gown studded with rhinestone “stars.”
“Where’s Quentin?” I asked. “Don’t you think he should’ve made it back by now?”
He’d promised to wrap things up with White and meet us in an hour. It was a short walk back from Erich White’s gala, so I hoped he’d be here sooner rather than later...I wanted all four of us together for my favorite night of the year—Halloween.
“It hasn’t been an hour,” Slade said, talking into my neck and pressing kisses there in between each word. The rough hair on his chin tickled and scratched while his lips left a warm trail, and my skin felt like it was on fire. “He’ll be here. He wouldn’t miss Halloween with you two years in a row.”
“True,” I said with a smile. I reluctantly pulled away from his embrace and walked toward the kitchen area.