Triple Sext: A Reverse Harem Bully Romance (Accidental Stepbrother Book 4)

by Stephanie Brother

  Luckily, there were currently three of me to handle all she wanted. “Then you shall have all you desire, my dear.”

  I sent her a wink as we left and I took her out to the car. I drove a little way out from the campus and headed to the more exclusive part of the city. Out here, you had to have a bank account that could match the prices they charged. It just so happened that my brothers and I had that kind of bank account.

  I left the keys with a valet and walked her into the place. It looked like a quiet estate with a few lights to illuminate the three-story house. On the inside, however, there was soundproofing, room after room was full of different kinds of parties, and on the third floor… well, there was more adult entertainment to be had.

  “I’m not sure this is what I meant, Keith,” she whispered as she looked up at the house and the marble columns that ran the length of the house. It was some old oil baron’s former palace, but now it was a place for rich kids to get their kicks.

  “It is, my dear. Just wait.”

  We went through the door a doorman opened for us and walked into a small entryway. The soundproofing was excellent. You couldn’t hear a sound that came from any of the rooms or the floor above.

  “Now…” I grunted as I removed her coat. I handed it to a girl that stood there, and she gave me a plastic tab to retrieve our coats later. I indicated a door to our left. “Do you want the music, the drinking, and the dancing to be found behind this door? Or, maybe…”

  I held my hand in the direction of the door in the middle which led upstairs. The entire entryway was papered with gold damask wallpaper and the floor was covered in red carpet. It should all be gaudy, but it wasn’t. Even the doors were decorated with gold paint. I slowly ran my hand down the door and stared back at her intently. Every part of me wanted her to choose this door because I wanted to see her reactions to the scenes above.

  “That one.” She pointed and I smiled.

  “Good choice.” I knew she would prefer the delights upstairs over a hangover tomorrow and an exhausted body. At least upstairs, she’d have some pleasure for any soreness she might experience tomorrow.

  The door opened without either of us touching it, and we stepped through. It was like something out of an art-deco artist’s dream. Black iron railings, white marble tiles, and red carpet set off with statues on a multitude of surfaces. There were also several paintings that the world didn’t even know existed but would love to see.

  I took her hand and we walked up the wide staircase to the first floor. From former trips, I knew the BDSM was to the left, with more hardcore stuff that probably would frighten her away. To the right, we’d find group sex, gay sex, and a lot more that was, perhaps, tamer than the BDSM, but just as dangerous.

  “Come with me,” I commanded as I led her down to the right side of the house, a very long corridor filled with rooms on both sides, almost like a hotel. But then, the place was meant to house guests to show off the master’s wealth. Each room had a door and to one side, a window. If the door was closed, you could watch, but you could not join. If the door was open, it meant you could watch, come in, and if you were polite enough, you might be invited to join in. Closed door and curtains meant the room was occupied by someone looking for discretion or empty. If it was empty, the door would be unlocked.

  I knew that the rooms also had glass walls on each side, although there were curtains for privacy. This would be fun. I walked down the corridor until I found the room I wanted. Four men and one woman played in a room decorated with a king-sized bed and two wing-backed chairs. Nothing else. Celia had tried to see what was in each room, but I’d walked so fast, she’d barely had time. I’d her gasp a few times, but she hadn’t stopped me.

  I went to the room to the left of the group sex room and opened the door. It was empty, but a small cabinet would provide us with drinks. We could also order more if we wanted. I lead Celia inside and sat her down on the bed. I went to the cabinet as she took in the scene across from us and poured two glasses of scotch. I also took out a small bottle of orange juice in case she needed it.

  I walked over to her and put the glass of scotch in front of her. She didn’t even look up at me, her eyes were glued on the scene next door. “Drink this, then sit back and watch.”

  She did as she was told and then slid up the bed to the pillows behind her. “It’s so…”

  “Hot?” I asked her, my eyes on her face.

  “Seductive. How can the men not be fighting over her?”

  “They’re interested in her pleasure and theirs. All of theirs.” I answered for her and looked at the dark-haired woman across from us.

  She was being used for enjoyment, but she was also using each of the men for her own pleasure. Every part of that could be touched was stroked, sucked, petted, until she was all but buzzing from pleasure. Then the men would pay away and start the cycle all over again.

  “I don’t understand.” She looked at me finally, her brows together in confusion.

  “It’s simple. There’s no need for jealousy, there’s no need for anger or possession. They all get pleasure and give pleasure.”

  “But isn’t this supposed to be, I don’t know, degrading?” she asked softly as if she didn’t want to say it but felt she should.

  “What’s degrading, Celia? Does she look unhappy or abused?” I asked, equally as softly. She sipped the rest of her drink down and I handed her the orange juice.

  “No, she looks happy as if she’s in control of it all.”

  “You’ve got it, baby. That’s exactly what’s happening.” My nostrils flared for a moment as I thought about her, in the same position, with me and my brothers, not those men next door that had her. “Watch, my darling, and learn.”

  I waited for her to protest and say that she wanted to leave but as she was so still as if she was fascinated by it all. I could tell that she was going to learn, and judging by her grades, Celia was a fast learner.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Celia

  I wanted to run away. I wanted to never leave. Conflicted, that’s how I felt as I stared across the bed and through the glass wall. It was so… hot. But at the same time, so weird. I didn’t know where to look and my eyes moved from place to place.

  “It’s okay for you to look, Celia,” Keith whispered. “That’s why they’ve left the curtains open, so people can watch.”

  “Any people?” I whispered back; afraid they could hear me.

  “Sure, anyone the club lets in. And they don’t allow just anyone in. The only reason you’re here is that I brought you with me.”

  “I see.” But I didn’t. I thought we were going to a club, get drunk, and dance the night away. This was better, worse, a nightmare, but a fantasy too. I groaned and put my hands over my face. People did this?

  “What’s wrong? Is it too much?”

  “Do you want… that?” I gulped around the lump in my throat, shocked by what I saw, by what was happening.

  “Only if you do. That’s why I brought you here, Celia. So you can explore. I know I was your first, but I don’t want you to think that means I have to be your last. Unless you want me to be, that is. But I want you to explore what life has to offer if that’s what you want.”

  He brushed the hair back from my face and looked down into my eyes. sitting right beside me, so close I could feel the heat of his body. “I want you to experience every kind of pleasure there is, Celia, and I want to explore it with you. I want to be a part of your life in so many ways.”

  My nervousness started to ease as I sat there and I couldn’t help it. My eyes moved right back to the group next door. They had the woman on the bed, her knees over one man’s shoulders as he buried his head between her legs. Two were on her breasts and the other? Well, he’d somehow managed to get her head in the right position to suck his cock. I wanted to get up and walk out. It was all too much. Too graphic, too… sexual.

  But I couldn’t look away.

  I wanted to be her. Even if I d
idn’t want to admit it.

  “It’s so… dirty, Keith.” I looked across at the woman, at her face and saw how she enjoyed the moment. How could that be? Wasn’t love supposed to be a man and a woman? Or two partners, that only wanted each other? “I don’t understand.”

  I’d watched movies, read books but none of them had ever mentioned stuff like this. But I felt the way my clit throbbed and how hot my own skin was. I could hear the way my breath came in pants, the longer I watched. It turned me on, but would I?

  “Would you, Celia?” he asked as if he’d read my mind.

  Slowly, I turned my head away from the naughty scene and looked at him. “Maybe.”

  It was the only answer I could give. If he was being honest and he wanted to explore stuff like this with me, then maybe I could. If he was there. In actuality, I’d be happy with only Keith. He made me whole, but if we were just getting off in all the ways possible?

  “Would you want to do it with women, too?” I asked, curious now. Maybe it was the whiskey in my system, or maybe it was just me finally letting my brain wander through fantasies that weren’t so… average.

  “Only if you wanted to, Celia. It would only be what you wanted and nothing more.”

  He didn’t touch me. He didn’t even lean over to talk. He just let me observe and think. To take it all in. It was kind of sexy, watching him watch them and then looking over to watch them myself. I pulled my bottom lip in and chewed on it while I thought it over.

  It could be fun, obviously. The woman didn’t look abused or subjected. She looked as if she was being adored, even as she sucked that one man’s cock. His fingers were lovingly placed on her chin to guide her movements, and it looked so fucking sensual. I wanted it. My pussy and body wanted it, but could I?

  “I don’t know, Keith. It seems so… wrong.”

  “Only because you’ve been taught to think like a good little girl should, Celia. Marriage, kids? That’s not all there is to life. We should enjoy our bodies while we can. We shouldn’t take anything for granted, no, and we should never force anyone to do something they don’t want to. But this, Celia? This is freedom.”

  His eyes never moved from the group next door and I wondered if he was right? Was the world supposed to be different?

  Could having more than one partner be good for you? I wasn’t sure, even if the woman next door had started to come all over that one guy’s face. Fuck, it was hot. And when he stood up and thrust into her? I watched, captivated, as his toned back and ass flexed with each thrust. I could see the way she moved, ever so slightly, as she took him in with pleasure.

  My panties were about to catch on fire I was so hot and I leaned against Keith. I wanted his touch. I wanted to watch and have his touch. For this moment, I wanted that erotic scene happening next door. “Fuck me, Keith. Just fuck me.”

  “With pleasure, Celia.” He moved and I turned over to crawl down the bed. He stopped me before I could turn over to face him. “No, like that. I want you to watch them while I fuck you. I want you to imagine you’re her.”

  “Fuck, I might come before you even get my panties off,” I gasped the images so vivid. I thought he’d pull my panties off, but he was hard and just as ready as I was. He slid my dress up over my thighs, skimmed my ass and then pushed the panties aside to slam into me. He didn’t test me to see if I was ready, he knew I was as if he could smell the scent of my desire.

  My fingers grasped at the cover on the bed, and my back arched so that I could push deeper onto him. I watched them as he fucked me. Somehow, it all became entangled. I could almost feel the suction of those men’s mouths on my nipples, their fingers on my clit, and even the one that teased at my ass.

  I gasped his name and he fucked me harder, deeper, and then the finger on my clit was real. It was mine, but it was real and I exploded into a million shards that screamed only his fucking name.

  I don’t know if he followed me, I didn’t care, I just felt the unexplainable. The rush unattainable for many. I felt so much more than I’d ever felt before. And I wanted more.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Celia

  “Celia, I really need to talk to you and a phone text isn’t the best way to do it. Would you please answer your phone?” I listened to the message Becky had left for me on voicemail the next morning and groaned.

  I’d avoided her for so long. She didn’t seem to be happy that I was with Keith and she’d texted me a few times to ask me to come to the diner with her. And every time I wanted to reply to her I felt like a naughty little schoolgirl, who would be told off by their mom for doing all the things that I did with Keith. Especially after last night.

  Becky and I had made up, sure, but I didn’t want to constantly have to defend my relationship with Keith to her. This was mine, all mine, and I wasn’t about to let anyone take that from me. Even a really good friend like Becky.

  I rolled out of bed, sore from my exertions of the night before, and headed for the shower. I had class and so did Keith. He was already up but in his own shower downstairs. I stepped into the hot water and let it ease the ache away, as much as it could.

  What was I going to do about Becky?

  I frowned and got out of the shower. It wasn’t that easy. This whole having friends thing, I thought as I turned on the hair dryer. Pink fluff danced around my head and I laughed. It was the first time I’d dried it since I’d been to the salon, and it tickled my face as it waved around. I styled it with a hairbrush and smoothed it down when I was done. Not bad. Not perfect like Natalie had made it, but not bad.

  I threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, grabbed my coat and bag before I walked downstairs. “Hey, you ready, babe?”

  “Sure, be right there,” Keith called from down the hall. I went into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of orange juice and one of the pastries Keith had left on the counter for me.

  I ate it as we walked to the campus together, our hands joined. Leaves scattered under our feet, blown by the wind into a dance that created a song, and I smiled. Life wasn’t so bad.

  “How are you, baby?” he asked me, and I leaned into him with a grin.

  “Pretty good.” I looked up at him, gratitude in my eyes. “Last night was majorly eye-opening. But I liked it.”

  “Good. How do you feel about it now?”

  “I’m not sure. I still have concerns, but overall I feel good.” I thought that might be too analytical, but that’s how I thought. “I think it’s something I’ll never forget and it made me so hot.”

  Keith leaned down, close to my ear and whispered. “I know, I was in that hot little pussy of yours, remember? And it couldn’t get enough.”

  I pulled away in mock shock, my jaw down around my chest. “You don’t say?”

  “I do say. And it was magical.”

  “Hmm. I should hope so.” I gave him a look and we came back together and moved on. “This is my building, so I’ll see you later.”

  “You will indeed, my pretty.” He stroked my chin, and it reminded me of how that man had stroked the woman’s chin the night before. While she sucked his cock. “Oh, don’t remind me of that, I have to get to class.”

  “We could duck into the bathroom and I could fuck you against the door, quick and fast. Just to ease that itch.”

  “That is so tempting,” I murmured softly against his jaw but pulled away. “I can’t though. I’m almost late, so I have to run. But think about me.” I winked and pulled away, pleased with my own little attempts to tease.

  I couldn’t think about my class, even though I had run to get there on time. I just sat there as my brain replayed moments from the night before. The taste of the scotch, the scent of Keith’s cologne, the scenes. My stomach was a knot by the time I got through that class and I wanted to just go home to him. But I knew he had another class. I had time to kill though, so maybe I’d go home and try out that shower head function trick he’d tried on me once before.

  I let myself into the house and walked in, without
even a thought as to who else might be there. Which is why I screamed when I caught a glimpse of Keith in the kitchen.

  “Fucking hell, you scared the shit out of me!” I swore more than I usually did. My heart raced in my chest painfully hard before it started to calm down.

  “Sorry. Forgot my class was cancelled. The prof is sick, so I came back home.” He looked agitated, but then he smiled and came to hug me. “Sorry, babe. Why are you here? Usually, you stop at that cafe to study between classes.”

  “I, uh…” Fuck. Now I was the one caught out. “Um, forgot a book I needed.”

  “Did you, now?” I saw a gleam in his eye and knew he knew.

  “Well, that and I was thinking about you. About the way you fucked me so hard and good on that bed last night. And I can’t get that woman out of my head.”

  “Mm, I see.” He kissed down my jaw as he pushed my coat off and undid my jeans.

  I let my head fall back, kicked off my shoes, and then pulled my pants off with my feet. A skill I’d learned with him. In another moment, he had me bare, on the island in the kitchen and his cock was pressed against me. He had on pajama pants, but I could feel him, so ready for me too.

  I grasped at him and kissed him deeply as he thrust into my hand. “Take me, Keith, make me feel better.”

  He pushed his pants down far enough to unleash the thick cock he’d hidden away. Eager fingers slid into my entrance, to test me, to make sure I was wet. When he found me not only wet but soaking, he slid into me. There was no resistance, only a slick, easy glide as he moved in and out of me.

  We fucked frantically on the counter, as though we hadn’t just blown each other’s mind the night before. I clung to him, my nails up under his arms and around his back with my legs wrapped around his hips. After I came, he turned me to bend me over the island and fuck me from behind. I felt a slap on my ass and rather than be mad, I moaned. It felt so good when he did it, and I knew it was something else we’d have to explore, later, when I didn’t need to get to my next class.