Snow and Seduction: A Steamy Reverse Harem Winter Collection

by Amanda Rose

  Sam ground his bulge against her, loving how slippery she was underneath his fingers. That was certainly how he liked his girls. Nice and wet, ready for whenever he wanted them.

  Knowingly, he removed his hand from her breast. Mary whimpered and Sam couldn't help the smug grin spreading on his face. She was too perfect. Just the right combination of submissive and play-reluctant.

  He clamped his hand over her mouth to smother the moan he knew was coming.

  Mary tried to turn her head, not sure about him silencing her. But with his thumb pressing against her nub and one of his fingers suddenly slipping inside her, she was happy he silenced her.

  "Shhh," Sam whispered, feeling her buck against him. He circled his thumb over her little button, loving how her pussy spasmed around his finger every time he hit her clit. That would feel amazing around his cock and he almost couldn't wait.

  "Will you be quiet?" he demanded, pulling Mary toward him so she completely pressed against his chest.

  "Hmm-hmm," she moaned, nodding her head as best as she could.

  "Good," he grinned, removing his hand from her mouth.

  Mary had never been so happy to hear the sound of a belt buckle or from a zipper being slid down. His belt jingled as he pushed his pants and boxers out of the way. Relief flooded him as his cock sprung free from his waistband, ready for the tight pussy in front of him.

  In a moment of clarity, Mary turned her head. "Do you have—"

  Sam waved a condom wrapper in front of her face. "Got it."

  Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away from her damp core. No matter how many times he'd opened a condom, it was always a little annoying with one or two slippery fingers. And Mary certainly managed to make his finger slick.

  Even his own touch around his cock made his hardened member twitch, but Sam had no moment to waste on jerking himself. He could do that every day. But taking a hottie like Mary? He wished he could do that daily.

  Urgently, he tilted her head so he could capture her lips in a desperate kiss. His tongue sought out hers and for a moment, he lost himself in the slightly spicy tang on her tongue.

  "Ready?" he moaned, pulling her hips against him, his member slipping between her thighs.

  "Yes," she whispered softly, almost scared at how ready she was. How much she wanted him.

  "Spread," he commanded again, pushing down on the small of her back so she'd bend forwards.

  Without any protest this time, Mary eagerly opened her legs for him, inviting him in.

  Sam pulled her panties down, the cold air clashing her pussy making her shiver. But not for long. Impatiently, he drew the tip of his shaft through her lips. He stifled a groan and instead, dug his nails into the soft flesh of her hips.

  Mary whimpered, lust clouding her mind. All the teasing was driving her crazy. Why couldn't he just take her? Why was he not giving her needy pussy what she wanted?

  Him.

  And then he filled her. Hard. Fast. Suddenly.

  A gasp almost escaped her lips, but she bit down on the back of her hand. Fuck, he was big. And urgent.

  Without any more teasing, he slammed himself into her, claiming her and everything about her. Gone was the playing and the toying. All there was left was a primal, raw urge. A need only she and her pussy could fulfil. Not even her. She didn't even exist. At this moment, only the tightness around his member mattered.

  A sensation she couldn't describe bubbled up in her gut. Being desired like this, being lusted over, being used for his pleasure, that was all she wanted. It was hot, raw, and honest. There were no dirty lies, no false promises, no sweet words, no nothing. Just him. Just her. And the unmistakable heat building in her core.

  Sam felt his member twitch, the all too familiar tightening over the length of his shaft. He was close and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

  Greedily, he sought out her little button and with one flick, he made her spasm around him. She was tight, needy, close. And desperate. For him to come. For him to make her come.

  "I'm close," he grunted, unnecessarily. Nothing had been clearer between them than this. He ground his thumb down on her nub, electricity shooting through her core with every circle he drew. He drove himself hard into her. Once more. Once more was all he needed.

  Uncontrollably, Mary shuddered against him. Every muscle in her body contracting as she twitched against him. Around him. Flooded with an immense pleasure, her mind drew a blank. For a moment, there was nothing except the unbelievable rush of ecstasy frying every rational thought in her system. She spasmed, and moaned, and whimpered, and groaned. Her stomach wrapping and unwrapping itself in every knot possible.

  And then it was over. Like always, it was just over.

  Disappointed it didn't last longer, Mary buckled down, glad she had the porcelain basin to hold on to. Sam withdrew and just like that, they were suddenly two people again. Two people who didn't really have anything in common anymore. Gone was the lust, the need, the desperation that tied them together.

  Now, they were just two strangers together in a cramped, little stall.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Twirl my spaghetti.

  Mary shifted her eyes uncomfortably from Sam to Louis. Even though he had been adamant about the two of them sharing, she probably should've asked Louis about it. After all, she was on a date with him. Not Sam. But she had just been so overcome with lust, with want. And he was just far too irresistible. Still, that didn't help the guilt curling up in her stomach.

  Maybe she should've invited Louis into the bathroom instead.

  Ehh, what was done was done. She couldn't exactly take her quickie back. Not that she wanted to. It had been far too long and Sam had hit the right spot. Literally.

  That being said, perhaps she should've declined Louis invitation to join the three of them for dinner. In his house. Where they all lived together.

  Mary twirled the last of her spaghetti around her fork. Then again. The pasta was to die for. She'd brave a whole other lot of uncomfortable for this meat sauce.

  "Dude, that was amazing," Louis grinned, patting his stomach. He pushed his empty plate away and Mary wondered how he managed to scoff down three heaping plates. That was certainly unexpected.

  "It's my turn for the dishes, right?" Noel asked, collecting everyone's forks and spoons.

  Mary gratefully handed him her empty plate. Noel hadn't said much and he seemed rather shy, but he was sweet and polite. That much was certain.

  Next to her, Louis nudged Sam under the table.

  "Hey man, listen... I need a condom," he whispered under his breath, hoping to whisk Mary off to a more private environment where his friends couldn't leer at her.

  Sam clacked his tongue. "I'm out, sorry dude."

  Louis tilted his head, studying his friend. That was unusual. Sam always carried protection in his wallet.

  "You're out? How did that..." He glanced from the guilty look on his friend's face at Mary who was doing her very best not to stare at Sam. "... Happen?"

  It took a moment for everything to fall in place, but when it did, anger curled around his stomach.

  "You didn't," he scowled.

  "Listen..."

  With his whole weight behind it, Louis aimed his fist at Sam's face. With a loud smack, he made contact with his friend's eye.

  "What the hell man!" Sam exclaimed, cowering in pain as he held his face.

  "You asshole," Louis hissed, flexing his hand from the impact. Damn, that hurt.

  "What's going on here?" Noel interfered, dropping the plates in the sink so he could keep his two mates separated.

  "He got it on with my date!"

  Sam winced as he shot an apologetic look at Mary.

  "Wait... I thought you two were okay with sharing," she interrupted, refraining from touching Louis' arm. He already seemed livid and she didn't want to set him off.

  "We are," Sam muttered, gingerly touching the rapidly swelling socket of his eye.

  "Are we?" Louis reta
liated, curling his hand in a fist again.

  With a grunt, the tallest of them two yanked the freezer open and pressed a half-open bag of frozen carrots against his face.

  "Not cool, man. I've got a job interview tomorrow," Sam moaned, the coldness of the vegetables nice against his skin.

  "When did you even get it on?" Louis questioned, glaring at the two of them.

  "He followed me into the bathroom... But I thought you were okay with it," Mary muttered, her cheeks burning up.

  "To be fair, you two have a standing agreement," Noel carefully added, disheartened his two friends were fighting. Over a girl. Again. Last time that happened, it almost tore their group apart.

  "Do we?" Louis spat out bitterly, glaring at Sam.

  "I thought we did," Sam scowled back, not sure why his friend was this angered. They had always shared before, and it had never been an issue before.

  "After what happened with Valerie, you're trying to claim another girl just for yourself?" Louis barked, kicking one of the chairs under the table.

  "Woah, woah, what do you mean? I kicked Valerie to the curb after she pulled that stunt on you!" Sam called back, his face contorted in a painful grimace.

  "Like hell you did."

  Roughly, Sam smacked the bag of carrots on the counter. "I swear, dude. When I found out she pawned your computer, I broke up with her on the spot."

  Louis frowned. That was not what he heard. "But she said you visited her after..."

  "Yeah, to demand the money from her. Where did you think the funds for your new computer came from?"

  "Wait... So you didn't go over there to bang her?" he asked, doubt colouring his voice. The anger swirling in the pit of his stomach slowly settling down.

  "Dude, of course not. She really screwed you over, I wanted nothing else to do with her," Sam defended himself, saddened that his best friend seemed to believe he'd do such a crappy thing.

  "Fuck... Man, I'm sorry, I thought..."

  "It's fine. It was a long time ago," he waved Louis' apology away, not wanting to dig the past back up.

  "It's not. Shit. I'm sorry..."

  "This is why you're being so anal?" Sam asked, nodding at Mary who looked like she wanted to sink into the ground.

  "I just thought..."

  "Well, you thought wrong."

  An awkward silence befell the four of them. Noel quickly turned on the tap, hoping the running water would break the quiet and uncomfortable vibe holding them all.

  "I..." Louis started, immediately shut up by the hurt in Sam's eyes.

  "I can't believe you thought I'd screw you over like that. After all we've been through?"

  Louis' head sank in shame. "I know. I'm sorry, bro."

  "Did you really think I'd touch Val after what she did to you?"

  "She said..."

  "She said a lot of things. A lot of lies, to be more precise. I can't believe you took her word over mine."

  "I know. I"m sorry."

  "You better."

  Louis scratched the back of his neck. "So why didn't you tell me you were going after Mary?"

  Now it was Sam's turn to avert his eyes.

  "Sam?"

  He coughed uncomfortably. "Maybe I wanted to get a rise out of you," he quietly admitted, shame rising to in his chest.

  Louis frowned. "Why?"

  "Because I thought you were behaving strangely around me? I guess I wanted to see if it was true?" Sam muttered. He pointed at his black eye. "I was right though."

  "I was trying not to show it."

  "You were pretty passive aggressive, man," Noel quipped in from behind the sink.

  "Sorry," Louis mumbled, regret replacing the bitterness and jealousy he'd been holding onto for the past months.

  "Yeah, me too. I should've just asked you about it," Sam admitted, holding his hand out to his friend. "We good?"

  For a brief moment, Louis hesitated. Would his friend really forgive him that easily?

  "Dude, shake my hand," Sam teased, hitting his friend lightly.

  With a grin, Louis pulled his mate into a hug, completely omitting the handshake.

  "Yeah, we’re good."

  "Well, this has clearly nothing to do with me," Mary quipped in, grabbing her coat. "Guess I'll see you two around. Noel, thank you for the food. It was lovely."

  Louis hastily scrambled towards Mary. "Wait, don't go."

  She pulled up an eyebrow. "What?"

  "I'm sorry you got dragged into this mess. I'm sorry. But I really do like you."

  "You do?" she asked, surprise clear in her voice. From the way they'd been going, she'd assumed he wasn't all that into her after all.

  "Yes. I know we had a bit of a rocky start, and I know I wasn't the nicest I could've been, but you've definitely caught my interest."

  Mary narrowed her eyes, studying the dark-haired guy in front of her.

  "What about me doing Sam?" she asked carefully, not sure what was happening.

  "Sam didn't lie. We really do share. I mean, only if the girls are okay with it. Well, not girls, in this case, you. Just you," he rambled, his cheeks heating up.

  "Really?"

  "Yes, really. So if you want to see us both, you can."

  Mary narrowed her eyes, a whole list of possibilities rolling through her head. "What if I wanted Noel as well?" she asked, wondering how far she could push this sharing thing.

  Noel dug his hands deep into the hot water in the sink, his cheeks colouring red. He hoped, hoped, hoped, Mary didn't see the reaction he had to her suggestion. Even if she was kidding.

  Louis and Sam exchanged a glance.

  "I guess that would be okay? As long as he is. And we're all honest about it?"

  Mary frowned. "Really?"

  "Yeah... We're a squad. We share everything."

  "What about the fourth member, Nico?" Mary asked, a little baffled. How did they go from hitting each other in the face to happily sharing the same woman? Guys... She would never understand them.

  "If you want Nico as well, sure." Sam shrugged, stretching his arms to release the tension. "I'm going to check my eye. I really got a job interview tomorrow and I still need to prepare," he added casually, surprisingly so for just being punched by his best friend.

  "Mary, maybe we'll meet in a bathroom again," he grinned, the bag of carrots ruining the smoothness of his wink.

  "Okay... So..." she trailed off, glancing from Noel to Louis. This certainly wasn't how she expected this date to go. She hadn't planned on having sex with a stranger in the bathroom, or for her date to be okay with it. Well, he wasn't at first, but now he seemed back to not caring. How unusual.

  "I'm going to my room," Noel announced, the sink gurgling as the water sank down into the pipes.

  The kitchen door fell hard into its lock and another awkward silence befell Mary and Louis.

  "Ummm..."

  "Are you really okay with me sleeping with your best friend?" Mary asked, wanting to make sure she had all of her ducks in a row.

  "Yeah, I am. I mean, I did tell you we shared everything..."

  "So it's not going to be weird between us?"

  Louis shook his head, relieved Mary wasn't leaving. At least, it didn't seem like she wanted to.

  "Did... Did you enjoy it?" he quietly asked, glancing at the dark-haired beauty.

  "Huh?"

  "Did you like him taking you in a public restroom?"

  Suspiciously, Mary inspected Louis' face. Was he really asking her about her shag with his best friend? Was he going to flip out when she told him how good it was?

  "Yeah, it was good."

  A smirk appeared on Louis' face. "Just good?"

  "Actually, it was pretty great," she admitted, recalling how wet and desperate he'd made her.

  Louis' arm snaked around her waist as he pulled her hard into him. "I'm sure I can do a lot better than pretty great," he smirked, crashing his mouth on hers once again. Gone was the chasteness or reservations he had earlier. If Mary was looking
for a good time, he'd show her a good time.

  Possessively, he grabbed a fistful of her green shirt.

  "Take it off."

  Surprised by the sudden switch, Mary faltered for a moment.

  "I..."

  Louis buried his face in her neckline, sucking hard on the unclaimed side.

  "Take it off, Mary. I'm not going to ask you again."

  The rasp in his voice made Mary shiver and without any further protest, she yanked the elf top over her head.

  Possessively, Louis kissed her again. With one hand, he unclasped her bra and left her exposed in front of him.

  "Beautiful," he growled, taking a moment to admire Mary's form. She really was gorgeous.

  She swallowed a lump, wondering how she'd gone from no men to two men in the span of one day. Not that she complained. She wanted it, she wanted them, and she wanted it rough and hard.

  The chill air perked up her nipples as she pressed her back into the counter. What if one of the guys walked back in on them? Would they apologise? Or maybe join in?

  The thought send a shiver down her spine. Louis and Sam seemed to know how to play together. They weren't opposed to sharing. Maybe they'd actually share her at the same time.

  Her pussy twitched at the mere thought of having the two men wrapped around her, their mouths running over her skin, their hands roaming over her body, two...

  "Ohhhh!" Mary moaned loudly as Louis wrapped his lips around her nipple. Teasingly, he drew circles with his tongue as he massaged her other breast.

  Impatiently, Louis pressed his crotch against her, showing her just how much he wanted her. His member twitched in his pants and he almost couldn't wait to take her.

  He softly bit down, tugging on her nipple.

  Electricity shot through Mary's body, right down to her core. Louis wasn't as rough as Sam, but he certainly wasn't being gentle. The same kind of desperation and urgency was palpable with every kiss, every stroke, every breath. He wanted her and he would take it. Take her.

  With a ragged breath, he claimed every inch of her warm skin, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to her stomach.

  For the second time that day, Mary's shorts were yanked down, leaving her just in her panties. For a moment, she worried he'd be able to tell she already had sex earlier. But without any stalling, Louis pulled her panties off and Mary found herself buckling on the counter. His breath was hot, his kisses warm, his tongue eager and playful. With every flick, every kiss, every sigh, he drew her closer to the surface.