Sext Addict: A Sexy Romantic Comedy Reverse Harem

by Virna DePaul

  But that arousal died quickly when I noticed that they were all still standing just as awkwardly as before, not moving and definitely not getting hard. Neither Jamie nor Cade even glanced in the direction of Ellis.

  “Should I light a candle?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “Lay down some rose petals for you boys? Do we need some champagne?”

  Jamie’s voice was gruff as he mumbled, “We just don’t really know this guy is all, lassie.” His eyes darted to Ellis before looking back at me.

  “You guys know Ellis,” I said flatly.

  “Yeah, and we’re fine with you moving on to being more than friends,” Cade interjected. “It’s just that… well… “

  Cade’s voice faded off and he and Jamie both seemed to be struggling to find the right words as I waited, confusion growing.

  “It’s just that you’ve never seen it,” Ellis blurted out.

  Three pairs of eyes, my own included, turned in surprise to stare at Ellis.

  He looked at Cade, then stared Jamie square in the eyes. Finally, he turned to me. “And by ‘it,’ I don’t mean my dick. I mean us. You and me. Together. Men are visual creatures,” he said to me, voice suddenly low and seductive as he walked—make that stalked—slowly around his bed to my side. “They need to see things for themselves what’s real.”

  I watched his eyes check to make sure Jamie and Cade were watching us. “Meaning?”

  “I got to see the way they pleasure you for myself, Tessa,” Ellis said, his fingers skimming down my chest and making me shiver. “I got to see the way your back arched from their hands on your naked body.”

  I exhaled softly as his fingers moved to my nipples over my bra. But it turned me on even more as I realized Ellis wasn’t just trying to turn me on with his words, but Jamie and Cade too. By the way they watched us, it was working.

  “I stood in the hall and watched Jamie’s massive cock drive into your sweet, little pussy,” Ellis continued as he moved to stand behind me and slipped his hand into the front of my cotton shorts.

  I moaned softly, leaning against his bare, hot chest as he easily found my clit. Through half-opened eyes, I saw Jamie’s hand move to press down on his growing bulge. Cade’s attention was on my chest as Ellis unhooked my bra with a quick flick of his fingers.

  “I watched you suck Cade as he pinched your nipples,” Ellis continued. “I heard all those little sounds coming from your lips wrapped around his cock.”

  As my bra slipped off my shoulders, he squeezed a nipple and my hips bucked up into his touch, wanting more. Ellis’s hands cupped my exposed breasts as he rested his chin on my shoulder. I knew his eyes were on Cade and Jamie. And I knew their eyes were on him.

  “I suppose it’s only fair that Cade and Jamie get a turn to watch, too,” he stated, his voice seductive against my bare skin. Ellis sucked at my neck, his tongue hot and wet, before he circled back around to the front of me and dropped to his knees. He didn’t need to make sure that Jamie and Cade were still watching. We all knew they were.

  Ellis looked up at me, pupils dark with arousal as he pressed a sweet kiss to each of my hipbones before pulling down my shorts and thong. He trailed his fingers down from my waist, over my hips, along my thighs. I shivered as I stood fully exposed for Ellis, Jamie and Cade to see.

  Before, I would have felt the need to place my hands over my hard nipples, or cover my less-than-toned waist with my forearms, or reach for my T-shirt again so I wasn’t so vulnerable under a man’s gaze. But with all eyes focused on me, I no longer felt any of that insecurity.

  They were looking at me completely naked. And I liked it.

  I gasped as Ellis buried his face between my legs, and shuddered as he licked long, slow circles around my clit. My fingers found their way to Ellis’s silky brown hair and I twisted until his own fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs. He moaned against my pussy and I couldn’t help but moan myself.

  As Ellis made my legs start to quiver, I focused on Jamie and Cade. They had both slipped off their pants and were each stroking their own hard dicks. Jamie moved at a rough, aggressive pace while Cade teased the head of his penis with a slow swirling motion while fondling his balls. Each of their chests rose and fell heavily as their harsh breathing mixed with mine in the large penthouse bedroom.

  The sight of them watching Ellis make my knees weak was hot, but I needed them closer. I needed their fingers on me. I needed their breath on my neck and their heartbeats under the palms of my hands.

  “Come here,” I whispered, voice wavering as Ellis’s tongue moved faster over my clit.

  Neither Jamie nor Cade hesitated, and soon each was on either side of me, the heat of their bodies radiating over Ellis and I. Jamie continued to stroke his cock with one hand and used the other to grip my chin firmly and pull me into a passionate kiss. I lost my breath entirely when Cade’s mouth began to suck at the other side of my neck.

  I rested a hand on each of their broad, firm shoulders to keep myself standing as my pussy grew wetter and wetter, my knees weaker and weaker.

  Jamie’s teeth sank into my lower lip and tugged until my fingernails left indentations in his tattooed skin. He pulled away and gave me that devilish smirk with dark, lustful eyes before turning my chin to Cade. Cade’s kiss was soft and sweet and I sank into it like a crystal clear pool of sun-warmed water.

  Ellis slapped my ass, and then his hands were gone from my thighs. Moments later, Jamie growled, his teeth locked around my earlobe and Cade moaned into my mouth. I opened my eyes and sucked in a breath to see Ellis’s hands wrapped around Jamie and Cade’s hard, throbbing cocks. His tongue hadn’t even missed a beat between my quivering legs.

  “Fuck,” I groaned as I watched, transfixed.

  Cade and Jamie both tipped my breasts up to their mouths, then licked and sucked and teased my sensitive nipples. I trailed my own hands up to the nape of their necks and entangled my fingers in their hair.

  My whole world was reduced to these three men, my three men, and the intense pleasure only they could give me. I was breathing heavily and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

  “Somebody needs to fuck me,” I managed to gasp somehow. “Now.”

  Before I knew it, Jamie had lifted me up over his shoulder. He smacked my ass, hard. “Lads,” he said as I stared, upside down, at his own fine ass. “You heard the little lassie.”

  He flopped me onto the bed, and I squirmed in pleasure as all three of them stood above me, faces hungry with desire. When Ellis moved to walk around the bed toward my head, Cade stopped him with a hand on his bare chest.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Jamie grinned darkly, licking his lips as his eyes traveled down to the obvious outline of Ellis’s erection in his jeans.

  Ellis looked between the two of them with hesitation in his eyes.

  “Jamie, I do believe we were promised a show,” Cade said.

  “Hippie man is right. Time for you to perform.”

  Cade rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless when he saw the obviously amused grin on Jamie’s face. They each crawled onto the bed, one on each side of me. They played lazily with my breasts as all three of us looked up at Ellis, who still stood at the edge of the bed. I smiled encouragingly at him and stretched my foot to run my toes up and down his jeans over the length of his hard dick.

  I realized in that moment that I wanted nothing more than the four of us together. I wanted this to work—not for the sex study, but for me, for us. We were perfect pieces by ourselves, but we were a perfect picture together. Ellis was the missing piece.

  He had always been the missing piece.

  Ellis’s gaze fell on mine, and more was communicated in that silent look than any words we ever could have exchanged. We saw each other, we accepted each other, we each loved the other, entirely and completely and fully. Jamie and Cade were a part of me now, and so I knew Ellis would love them, too.

  It took just a single look.

  Ellis’s fingers moved t
o the button of his jeans. He didn’t say a word, but focused first on me, then Cade, then Jamie, as he pulled his pants over his hard cock. The rise and fall of my chest increased when I saw Ellis’s body naked and exposed before us. I breathed heavily in anticipation as he moved between my legs, fingers ghosting up and down my inner thighs as he eased my knees apart.

  I reached out and wrapped my hands around Jamie and Cade’s pre-cum glistening cocks. I circled my thumb over their heads before stroking their wetness up and down their shafts. Ellis’s cock twitched at the sight, and he lined himself up with my wet folds. Somewhere he’d found a condom and slipped it on, I noticed. His hands gripped my hips and he locked eyes before thrusting inside of me.

  There was nothing but trust between us.

  Things moved quickly from there. It was all harsh breathing and desperate moans as Ellis fucked me deep and slow, hitting places inside of me I didn’t even know could be reached. Jamie and Cade’s tongues returned to my nipples and I writhed on the mattress, trying to keep up the rhythm on their dicks.

  My orgasm crashed over me with almost no warning and my back arched as I gasped and groaned and squeezed my eyes shut. I collapsed onto the bed again, covered in sweat as my heart raced. Moments passed before I felt strong enough to open my eyes, and when I did, it was to find Jamie, Ellis, and Cade all staring at me, none of them moving any longer.

  “We can keep going until you all come,” I whispered, sucking in breath between words.

  Cade scratched the back of his neck and bit his lip. “Well, I already came.”

  I turned to Jamie who grinned from ear to ear. “"Fuck if I didn’t come, too, lassie,” he said.

  My eyes moved to Ellis last. He rubbed his hands up and down my thighs. “Tessa, I came harder than I’ve ever come in my life,” he said softly.

  He leaned over me and pressed his lips to mine. I sagged into the bed as Jamie and Cade joined in, peppering my whole tingling body with hot kisses. I lost myself in the bliss of it all, surrounded by the heat of the three men I loved.

  The sex study was supposed to test the compatibility of four people, one girl and three guys. But I didn’t need any lab report to tell me what I already knew.

  We were meant for one another.

  Chapter 19

  Tessa

  Over the next few days, we adjusted to our new normal. The boys argued over who got to drive or who got to make dinner (despite my protests that ramen was just fine) or who got to buy me lingerie. The abundance of testosterone flared up occasionally, but for the most part we were making it work, the four of us.

  And a girl can’t complain about getting a sweet, white lace bralette, sexy, black underwear with garter clips, and a pair of thigh high red fishnet stockings. I wouldn’t say the whole ensemble matched, but it was perfect nonetheless. It was all my guys together.

  How could it not be perfect?

  We spent several lazy afternoons intertwined on the couch in my apartment, studying my script and and sipping mint juleps with fresh mint from Cade’s community garden and Irish whiskey Jamie had smuggled through TSA in crystal glasses Ellis had brought over. Nighttime had us skinny-dipping in the rooftop pool of Ellis’s building overlooking glistening and glittering LA before heading to his gigantic bed. Our bodies felt like silk against one another in those cool, clear waters.

  But I couldn’t get it out of my head that the audition date was growing closer, and now I had only one more day before I either reverted back to Old Tessa or continued to grab life by the balls. Although I’d come to learn I rather like grabbing balls, so I figured Old Tessa wasn’t going to be a problem.

  The script, the one I was initially fearful to even touch with the tip of my pinky let alone open, was scattered out across my bed in my apartment. There wasn’t a page unmarked, whether it was a line covered in yellow highlighter or a specific word circled vigorously in red ink or a note (or ten) scrawled in every available corner with black and then blue when the black pen ran out. Corners were dog-eared, edges torn, sections crumbled or stained with very mysterious bright orange fingerprints that we’ll just never, ever, know the explanation behind. That script figuratively had on it my blood, sweat, and tears. Literally, it had my drool from many a late night staying up practicing and reworking and diving deeper and deeper into the material.

  It amazed me how each of my guys supported me in their own way and how their help was everything and anything that I could need. Jamie found playlists to encourage me, help me focus, and even allow me to relax when I felt myself starting to grow anxious. Cade cooked healthy, organic, locally sourced food to help me focus, to keep me strong, and to combat anxiety pimples that threatened to wreck my budding confidence with one bright red spot. And Ellis spent countless hours listening to me read lines, gain confidence, lose confidence, break down, cry, wash, rinse repeat. He worked tirelessly with me and never lost his patience, never made it seem like there was somewhere he would rather be, never even hinted at giving up on me.

  Now as I flipped a page back and forth to work on a line I had been struggling to nail, Cade, Ellis, and Jamie chatted in my kitchen as bacon (aka not bacon, aka fake bacon, aka something called jackfruit from Cade’s recent farmer’s market haul) sizzled, coffee brewed, and French toast cooked in the oven I previously used only as extra closet space.

  My toes wiggled in the air as I lay on my stomach, listening to drumming Jamie had recorded just for me. It was a strange feeling, but in that moment I felt ready.

  I felt prepared.

  I felt excited to audition.

  I actually stood a chance of landing the role if my audition went as well as I hoped it would. My three men said I was ready. They believed in me. And if they believed in me, I believed in me, too.

  Tidying back up the hopelessly untidy stack of well-used and abused papers, I climbed off my bed and dumped the script into the wastebasket in my bedroom. I didn’t need to look at it anymore. The lines were in my mind, in my heart, in my soul.

  I was ready.

  “Hey, cutie,” Cade said, the first to see me as I closed the door of my bedroom quietly behind me. “Ready for breakfast?”

  He greeted me with a soft kiss before returning to the pan with the faux bacon. Ellis pulled the (real) French toast from the oven and smacked my finger when I reached over to grab a piece.

  “It’s hot,” he chided. “Don’t you have any patience?”

  “Nah, the lassie knows what she wants, and she ain’t going to let anyone stand in her way,” Jamie said from the single barstool my parents couldn’t sell on Craigslist. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap, already cupping my breasts, the insatiable man. “Ain’t that right, Tessa?”

  He peppered my neck with kisses, and I was suddenly craving an entirely different kind of breakfast.

  “What were you guys talking about while I was practicing in there?” I asked. “And if you say butt stuff…”

  Cade chuckled as he flipped whatever that was that was masquerading as bacon. “No, no, we were just talking about the sex study,” he said.

  The sex study. I hadn’t thought about the sex study in days. Ever since our first time all together, I had forgotten about it, pushed it entirely from my mind, gave it not a single care out of the whole day. I frowned as I plopped a grape into my mouth from the bowl of fruit on the island.

  “The sex study, huh?” I asked, not sure why I suddenly felt anxious.

  “Yeah, I was reading up on it.” Ellis looked over at me from the other side of the island, bag of powdered sugar at the ready for the French toast. “It’s really interesting what they’re doing.”

  “Really?” I said.

  Jamie was slipping his hand under my shirt, but I no longer felt hungry, for anything. Nerves I had thought I’d vanquished had returned, but this time they weren’t caused by the upcoming audition.

  “They’re going to test our compatibility versus traditional sex between just two people,” Ellis continued, returning his attent
ion to the French toast and not my forced grin. “They’ll hook us up to lots of machines and monitors so they can get all this quantitative data. None of that feeling, emotion stuff, you know? They want to judge us by our heart rates, like whether they’re spiked or not. They want to measure our blood pressure and the dilation of our pupils and, like, how crazy the pleasure centers of our brains go and stuff. Cool, right?”

  “So it’s all about compatibility?” Cade asked.

  “Yep,” came Ellis’s response.

  “It’s all a little kinky,” Jamie said. “A medical experiment to figure out compatibility. That’s some kinky shit even for me, and I like kinky shit.”

  I nibbled my lip and didn’t add to the conversation, trying to understand what was going on inside of myself. For some reason, my feelings were irrationally hurt by mention of the study. I told myself to cut it out; there was no reason to be upset. We were all together now precisely because of the sex study. So why was I feeling uncomfortable? Irritated? Hurt, even? None of those emotions seemed logical.

  And then I knew. I knew why I’d been avoiding the subject of the study, why I hadn’t even printed out the application papers yet.

  Because I thought we all already knew, the four of us, how compatible we were. We didn’t need some stranger in a lab coat to confirm this truth.

  Or at least I already knew. Did they not feel the same way?

  I told myself I was being stupid. I was being stupid, right?

  I forced a smile as I slipped off Jamie’s lap and moved to the counter to poor myself some coffee. I didn’t want any of them to see my face. I knew they would immediately know that something was wrong. Jamie would catch the way I bit my lower lip. Cade would sense the way the fingers of my left hand tapped a little too rapidly on the edge of the counter. One glance in my direction and Ellis would know I was avoiding his gaze.

  I hid my discomfort by sipping at my hot cup of coffee, then noticed Ellis looking at me. I stared at him over the lip of my cup, past the billows of steam. I was afraid to ask the question that I knew I was going to ask.