Sext Addict: A Sexy Romantic Comedy Reverse Harem

by Virna DePaul

  He tested my reaction when he scraped his teeth over the hard peak of my nipple. I whimpered, arms shaking as I clung to his bare shoulders.

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  It was the smallest whisper, made even smaller as he placed me down on my table.

  Chest already heaving, my arms hung to the sides and my feet dangled over the edge as Jamie stood, a mountain of a man above me, to look at me. Heat pooled in my lower stomach when he pressed his palm against his erection. But it was nothing compared to what his next words did to me.

  “I’m going to rip your clothes off of you now,” he said.

  I managed half a nod, my mind already hazy with desire, delirious with pleasure. Jamie bent over and his fingers looped inside my tank top. My eyes fluttered closed and my back arched off the table when I heard it rip in two. Then he ripped my shorts off me.

  Beneath him wearing just my panties, I shivered in anticipation. Jamie stared at me, and let loose a string of curses, most of which I wasn’t even sure were English. Gaelic, maybe.

  His hands were on the button of his jeans, but his eyes did not leave my body as he shoved them to the floor and stepped out of them. I felt desired and I loved it. It was intoxicating, the way he looked at me like he wanted to consume me. Jamie’s cock sprang free and I barely had time to admire his considerable size before he was on top of me.

  He sucked at my nipples, bit at the soft flesh around my waist, and then circled his tongue over my hip bones before burying his face in between my legs. I threw my head back when his tongue found my clit, then I scraped my nails against Jamie’s scalp as he circled around and around that bundle of nerves. His hands slid up my calves, along my thighs, and across my stomach to fondle my breasts. I gasped when he rolled each nipple between his calloused fingers. His elbows spread my legs wider and I pounded at the table because I didn’t know what else to do with my hands. I was drowning in pleasure and had no idea how to swim.

  My head lolled to the side as Jamie ate me out, bringing me to the edge before easing off to leave me bucking my hips for more, more, more. I was laid out and helpless, like a sacrifice to some ancient Irish god.

  A massive, muscular, tattooed god between my legs, his fingers on my hard nipples, his cock, red and hard and throbbing, leaking precum, the muscles in his back tense with desire.

  Jamie’s tongue moved faster over my clit and I was mere seconds away from coming in a whimpering desperate mess when he shifted back and pulled my arms to drag me over his shoulder. He lifted me easily and spanked my ass as he carried me toward the wall.

  Jamie set me down and spun me roughly to face the wall. I heard his heavy breathing along with foil crinkling as he put on a condom. Then his hands guided mine above my head, fingers splayed, palms flat, and gently spread my feet apart.

  Breasts pressed against the wall, legs quivering in desire, I groaned when Jamie thrust into me, hard and fast. His fingers kneaded my ass as his breath quickened behind me. He fucked me hard, taking me, commanding me, and it dawned on me how different this was from my time with Cade.

  Cade had let me set the pace, encouraged me to take control.

  Jamie took over and did what he knew I wanted without me even having to ask.

  I loved both ways of fucking.

  Jamie reached his hand around and again found my clit, and I came when Jamie sank his teeth into my shoulder. Intense pleasure washed over me as I shuddered against the wall. Shudders racked my body, and it took what felt like eons for my breath to return.

  Jamie sagged against my back, wrapping his big arms around me, and I relished being held in his strong embrace.

  Chapter 13

  Tessa

  “Cade, meet Jamie, Jamie, meet Cade.”

  To an outside observer, we were no big deal, just a girl standing between two guys outside of a strip club. Yet I couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably in the flashing light of the naked neon girl above me as Jamie and Cade shook hands.

  “Very nice to meet you,” Cade said, even though he didn’t quite have his normal easy-going attitude. I noticed him inch closer to me on one side.

  “Oy,” was all Jamie said in return, his eyes moving up and down Cade as if assessing the man. He wrapped one of his bear claws over my shoulder, making me stumble closer to him and away from Cade.

  Part of me was thrilled that they each felt possessive of me, but the other part of me didn’t see it as a good sign.

  “What if they hate each other?” I had asked Ellis when he came over one night for another movie. The frequency of our movie nights together had increased recently. I wondered if he had finally made his way through all of the dating app girls in the greater LA area.

  “They won’t. They both want you, right? And they both like you, too. Expect tension, but I know you can handle it.”

  He didn’t give me too much shit for picking a strip club as hunting ground for my third sex study participant, but I could tell by the way he wouldn’t meet my gaze and how tight the corners of his mouth went that he wasn’t all that pleased.

  Tough. He wasn’t the one in need of a life-validating adventure, eight thousand dollars and a dude to bang.

  He had, however, just sent me a text. Since we were all in line to pay our entrance fee, I had time to read it after my phone buzzed.

  ELLIS: The boys behaving themselves?

  TESSA: Throwing their dicks on the table is all.

  ELLIS: Makes it easier for you to grab them.

  TESSA: ?? The boys or their dicks?

  ELLIS: Their dicks, sweetheart. Just don’t squeeze too hard ;)

  I rolled my eyes and laughed. My phone buzzed again.

  ELLIS: Or idk maybe do. They might like it. I know I do.

  I read it once, twice. Three times. My head spun lightly. College parties can be a way of finding out the real person behind the facade—alcohol could act like a truth serum—and Ellis had made it clear at a few ragers that he liked it rough, liked it dirty, liked it as wild as wild can be. Now that I’d been with Cade and Jamie, I knew I liked it rough too.

  I also liked it sweet.

  I liked being dominated.

  I also liked being in control.

  Mostly, I liked it passionate and soul-affirming and so, so good I couldn't wait to do it again.

  “Everything alright?”

  Cade’s voice near my ear startled me, and I dropped my cell phone. In my hurry to pick it up, I bumped heads with Cade, who was also reaching down to retrieve it for me. Of course the yoga instructor beat me to the ground.

  “Here you go—” Cade stopped himself when his gaze landed on the screen. He lifted a curious eyebrow, a little mischief in his golden eyes. “You know you can squeeze just about anything looking like that.” His eyes traveled over my body and with it came a wave of heat.

  “Tonya, lassie.”

  I spun around to find Jamie holding up three passes. He frowned when he saw me.

  “What’s got ya so red?” he asked, his Irish accent thick.

  This, of course, just made me blush even more.

  “Nothing,” I answered quickly, though I heard Cade chuckle behind me.

  I would have to remember to thank Ellis later for making this just about as awkward as possible. I could already hear him laughing.

  “Let’s go in, then. Make this foursome thing happen,” Jamie said gruffly.

  Cade held the door open for me, the very definition of a gentleman, but his hand slid down from where it had been on my lower back to cup my ass as we stepped inside. I glanced up at him in surprise, but found him assessing Jamie. He frowned when Jamie pointed to a table.

  Cade shook his head.

  “Over there would be better.”

  “Afraid you’re wrong.” Jamie interlaced his fingers in mine and tugged.

  I quickly pointed to a table smack dab in the middle. “There will do just fine,” I said.

  I slipped my fingers from Jamie’s and strode confidently forward. I couldn’t beli
eve it when they fell into line and followed after me. I secretly grinned on my way to the table. I liked that I had my boys under my control.

  Inside, beams of neon light sliced through dark, hazy air. Girls in various stages of undress were twirling on, sliding down, dancing around, and climbing up silver poles. An audience of men and women watched, some trying (or not trying) to hide their own poles (the guys, that is). Loud, pulsing music, pasties, thongs barely covering shaved pussies, ultra-tall platform heels, and lots and lots of liquor. Standard strip club fare?

  I wouldn’t know, given I’d never been in a strip club before.

  And to think this was all my idea...

  I stood there in awe, taking it all in.

  Nerves made my chest go tight. Bad idea. Horrid idea. I should run. We all should run.

  Jamie held out my chair for me, but before I could sit down Cade grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a wet, passionate kiss.

  “You can do this,” he murmured. “I know you’re nervous, but you have us if anything goes sideways. So just enjoy the night. You never know where it might take you.”

  His kiss and his words eased my tension and I gave him a soft smile. Then I caught sight of a glaring Jamie.

  “Um, can we order drinks?” I asked.

  “What would you like, Tessa?” Cade asked.

  “She wants whiskey.” Jamie’s voice was a challenge. He stood up even taller, if that was possible.

  “How do you know she wants whiskey?” Cade crossed his arms and I noticed he, too, was now flexing. “Maybe you should ask her what she wants.”

  Jamie grinned and cocked his head at Cade. “I know what she wants,” he said, “and it certainly isn’t a kombucha-tini or a namaste-on-the-beach.”

  Cade gritted his teeth as he said, “She’s in charge. Let her get what she wants.”

  Jamie stepped closer to Cade, his knees bumping against my legs. Cade immediately did the same, so I was wedged tightly between them. I guess this was sort of what I wanted...just with less tension and more nakedness.

  Reaching up, I grabbed each of their wrists and tugged until each of them sat down in a chair at my side. A waitress with a tray of empty glasses walked by and I smiled at her. “Three gin and tonics, please.”

  “Sure thing, doll.”

  I looked first at Cade, then Jamie, before facing the stage where a girl’s legs were stretched wide on the pole. The sight held me hypnotized for several moments before I shook my head and got back to the task at hand.

  “Listen,” I hissed like I was a librarian scolding two boys in the quiet section (I made a mental note to keep that image for later, um, “me” time), “we’re here because we need a fourth to do this sex study and we don’t have much time. I have to send in the application in a few days. I can’t think of a place with more eager guys than a strip club, so let’s get over ourselves and get to work.”

  They’d actually tried to talk me out of the strip club idea, unsure whether we could find a guy there who was good enough for me (aw, so sweet!) but then I’d asked them point blank if either of them frequented strip clubs. My point made, they’d given in.

  Still, I knew we probably wouldn’t find the right guy for me at the strip club. But that was okay. It was worth a shot. Plus, I’d been curious about what a strip club would be like. I’d also been curious about how Cade and Jamie would be in a strip club. Would they gawk at the naked women? Would they lose interest in me? That’s what I’d been afraid of, but since we’d walked in, their attention hadn’t wavered from me or each other, which affirmed I'd done the right thing choosing them to be my sex study partners. Even if we didn’t find our third here in the strip club, I’d consider the evening a success.

  The waitress returned with our drinks, and after a little power struggle over who would pay, Cade and Jamie agreed to split, and we were left to sip from our glasses as we watched not the girls on stage, but the guys watching them.

  “What about him?” Cade nodded toward a guy at the front, singles held at the ready.

  Curly brown hair, dark eyes, broad shoulders: he was hot. But while considering him as an option, I noticed the girl he was watching dance. She had legs longer than the Mississippi and a Texas sized ass while still having a Rhode Island sized waist line. It made my pussy feel like Idaho: who would want to visit?

  “Umm, he’s okay, I guess, but let’s keep looking,” I said.

  Jamie nudged me and pointed out another potential guy. Without an ounce of Cade’s subtlety and politeness, he said, “He’s probably got a penis.”

  This guy sat in the back, half hidden in shadows. But I could see his suit and his slicked back hair and his stack of hundreds he passed to a girl. He probably liked whips and gags, but, hey, maybe I did, too. New Tessa was sill figuring herself out.

  I was about to suggest going over to talk to him, but then the girl climbed onto his lap. Her back arched and the lights flashed over her naked breasts. I subconsciously pulled up the top of my own shirt; my nipples were practically hiding in shame.

  “Eh, I’m getting a weird vibe from him,” I finally answered Jamie.

  He raised an eyebrow. “A weird vibe?”

  I nodded. Jamie glanced over his shoulder at the guy practically drooling as the woman grinded her ass against his surely hard cock. I couldn’t compete with how her hips moved, how her hand seductively snaked around the back of his neck, how she rolled her toned, tanned body to the rhythmic pounding of the bass.

  “That’s fine, Tessa,” Cade said and I looked over to find him glaring at Jamie. “If you don’t feel good about him, we don’t feel good about him. How about this dude two tables over?”

  I squinted in the dim light. The guy was watching another perfect dancer, sparkly pasties covering her nipples. None of the guys were the problem—it was the women. New Tessa had gotten me inside the strip club, but Old Tessa’s insecurities would just not go away. “Emm, pass.”

  Jamie nudged my shoulder and leaned closer to say, “You’ll like him.”

  “No.”

  “Him?”

  “No.”

  “He’ll do.”

  “He’s not quite right.” I shrank further into my chair and clung even tighter to my drink. I wasn’t pretty like these girls, sexy like these girls, seductive like these girls. What were Cade and Jamie even doing with me?

  “Jamie,” Cade said, “I don’t see the waitress and I want to get us another round. Let’s just go up to the bar ourselves.”

  Jamie’s eyes searched the strip club and he jutted his chin at the other side of the room, behind my back. “She’s right there, lad.”

  Cade’s voice was tight as he repeated, “I don’t see her. We should go to the bar.”

  Jamie turned his head toward Cade and I was surprised when his gruff “fuck the world” face softened. “Yeah,” he said, “yeah, I don’t see her, either. Let’s go to the bar.”

  They pushed back their chairs at the same time. “Don’t go anywhere, Tess,” Cade said, “we’re going to grab more drinks but we’ll have eyes on you the entire time.”

  I nodded, but they were only gone a couple of minutes before they returned. Without drinks.

  Each of them extended a hand for me to take.

  “We’re leaving?” I said even as I took hold of their hands. Cade’s long, slender fingers were soft and gentle, like a caress. Rough and calloused, Jamie’s beefy hand consumed mine.

  “Not yet, lassie,” Jamie said.

  “Follow us,” Cade added.

  They guided me past the tables toward a staircase in the back.

  “Wait, these are the private rooms. We can’t—”

  But a girl with a tray of champagne glasses stood waiting for us at the top of the stairs. She pulled back a heavy red curtain to a dark room with a large couch and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the strip club below and a stripper pole smack-dab in the middle.

  “Um...”

  Cade gently wrapped my fingers arou
nd the stem of a champagne glass and Jamie guided me by the shoulders to the pole in the center of the room before the window. The girl closed the curtain behind her.

  “What...are...um...I?”

  I turned around to find Cade and Jamie sitting next to one another on the couch. Jamie’s big arms were spread across the back and Cade leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.

  “What’s happening?” I asked slowly, looking from one to the other.

  “We ordered a private dance,” Cade said, his voice dripping with lust.

  The music pulsed against my chest as my heart raced faster. Hurt and outrage crashed through me. They wanted to bring a woman in to dance for us?

  “You’re going to dance for us,” Jamie clarified.

  Oh god. Me? Strip? On a pole? My response was a nervous laugh. I pointed to my chest. “Me?”

  Jamie and Cade remained silent, not even giving me a nod.

  “No,” I shook my head, laughing again, the sound high and brittle in my ears. “I can’t do that.”

  “Take off your jacket.” It came from Jamie’s lips. And it was clear it was a command.

  “Tessa, you’re beautiful,” Cade murmured. “You’re stunning. We want to see you.”

  My laughter died as I looked between them. They were serious. I looked over my shoulder at the floor-to-ceiling window that let us see the girls dancing down on the first floor. Jamie and Cade could see them, too, and if I stripped naked, they’d realize what a big mistake they made agreeing to this sex study with average, plain Jane, me.

  “Take off your jacket.” Jamie’s white knuckles gripped the back of the couch. The need in his voice guided my fingers, shaking slightly, to my faded blue jean jacket. They both sighed as it slid from my shoulders and hit the ground.

  Jamie’s hips shifted on the couch and Cade dragged his fingers through his long hair.

  “You’re perfect.” Cade’s voice was sweet.

  Jamie’s wasn’t. “Your shirt.”

  Again I hesitated, nerves threatening to take over, as I saw the enviable bodies of the girls stripping. Mine did not look like that.