Trading with the Boys: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Krista Wolf

“Fuck yes…”

  Down below, Tate’s fingers plunged even deeper inside me. I wore no underwear, possibly because I knew this might happen. More probably because I wanted this to happen, as strange as it seemed, as out of character and crazy as the whole thing seemed on the surface of my mundane, everyday life.

  Then again, my everyday life had been pretty extraordinary lately.

  My face tilted downward, to watch them feast on me. Jacob’s sun-bronzed face looked amazing against my porcelain complexion. Tate’s dark, beautiful stubble tickled my sensitive skin. I felt incredible, like a goddess being worshiped by two hot mouths. I spread my legs even wider for them. Rolled my hands into even tighter fists, lodged deep in the softness of their hair.

  Fuck, I sighed inwardly. I want them.

  My hands slid down over their backs, feeling the strength there. I continued further, curling around their sides. I dropped my palms into two warm laps, where I could feel the swell of arousal between their legs.

  Oh.

  I could feel two big lumps beneath their jeans. Giant knots of heat, straining to get free.

  Oh wow…

  Jacob stopped what he was doing to undo his own zipper. Tate took his lead, and together they lifted their hips and slid their pants and boxers down. I could feel them skin to skin now, still beneath the blanket. The heat was overwhelming.

  A decision was made. It came easily and without hesitation. Without even a hint of regret.

  “Take me to the bedroom,” I murmured, as my hands curled into fists. Closing slowly around them, it was like gripping two big rods. The twin controls for some very heavy machinery.

  “Hurry, please…”

  Nineteen

  SERENA

  I was strangely all in. Ready and willing to accept whatever happened, as they carried me into the warmth of my bedroom.

  And of course I knew exactly what was going to happen.

  The two men had spent the past half hour taking turns kissing me. Now they took turns undressing me, which took all of ten seconds. I was stretched out on the bed, writhing against my pillows. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone else had been in here, much less a pair of scorching hot men.

  “Be easy on me,” I cooed softly, enjoying the feel of the soft down comforter against my back. “I’ve never done this.”

  “What, sex?” joked Jacob. I heard the jangle of a belt buckle. The sound of clothing hitting the hardwood floor.

  “No,” I purred, smiling. “I mean, well…” I pointed back and forth to them. Then to me.

  “Yeah, neither have we,” said Tate. “But I have a feeling it’s going to work out anyway.”

  The guys were undressing, and my eyes were glued to the spectacle. They peeled their shirts over their heads like a pair of exotic dancers. Sculpted chests and massive arms sprang into view. By the time they stepped out of their jeans, I was already spreading my legs. One of my hands had found its way down there, and I was shocked at the extent of my own wetness.

  This is so fucking amazing!

  I was surprised at how easily I was adapting to the situation as it unfolded. I could’ve balked. I could’ve convinced myself this wasn’t a good idea. Apparently, the little voice in my head that acted as the voice of reason had taken the day off.

  Good riddance.

  Fantasies sprang to mind — things I’d always wanted to try. Movies I’d wanted to watch with ex-boyfriends and even my husband, involving scenarios just such as this. Back then they’d seemed dirty and naughty, maybe a little crazy, too. Yet now that it was about to happen, it seemed a lot less complicated.

  As they climbed onto the bed to join me, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

  “Ah, Mrs. Nelson…” one of them sighed, slipping his head between my thighs. “Unbelievable. I fucking love it.”

  It was Jacob, my landscaper. The guy who’d been mowing my lawn for the better part of a decade, now about to go down on me.

  “You still want to do the Mrs. Nelson thing, eh?” I murmured, shivering as he touched me. “Would that turn you on?”

  “A little maybe,” he admitted.

  I stretched my arms to the headboard and sighed. “Fine. Go for it.”

  A hot mouth closed slowly over my mound, and I let out a long, contented hiss. Before I could open my eyes again, Tate’s hard body was molded alongside mine. His lips crashed against my exposed breast, his tongue swirling wildly over one stiffening nipple.

  My God.

  I reached out to stroke him, finding him already big and hard. I continued the up and down motion as his tongue traveled slowly upward, dragging along my neck until his mouth was buried in my hair, his lips pressed right up against my ear.

  “He can do the Mrs. Nelson thing if he wants,” he growled throatily. “But you’re always going to be Serena for me.”

  The fantasy was double-sided. It flattered me greatly that I’d been a sex object in their adolescence, but it also made me feel womanly now that they were such big, strong men. Their roles in my life had changed. After my divorce, and especially after having put myself last for most of my adult life, so had I.

  I turned my head and began kissing him, as Jacob’s beautiful mouth went to town between my legs. I moaned as he slid a finger inside me, then bucked my hips as one finger became two.

  This is unreal.

  Tate’s kisses were so deep now it felt like our souls were touching. His masculine, calloused hands roamed my body, even as I felt Jacob’s two heavy palms working to keep my thighs apart. His fingers were sawing in and out of me, his tongue circling the swollen hood at the very top of my sex. I wanted to scream but I didn’t want to break the spell. Everything felt so wonderful, I didn’t want a single thing to change.

  Well, almost anything.

  My bedroom was warm, dark, shadowy. Too shadowy. I was a visual person. If I were committing to this, I wanted to see all the beautiful things they would be doing to me.

  Stretching one arm high overhead, I punched the little button on the wall near the headboard. The string of LED lights along the ceiling blinked on, illuminating the room warmly in a muted, pink glow.

  “Nice!” Jacob quipped, peeking up from between my legs.

  “Don’t let it distract you,” I teased, pushing his head back down. I sighed as his tongue slipped inside me. “You were doing juuuust fine…”

  I’d strung the lights one valentine’s day, as a surprise for Eric. He’d hated them, of course. Since then I’d used them on nights I felt lonely, and didn’t feel like falling asleep in the dark. And there were too many of those, unfortunately.

  Right now none of that mattered. I was too consumed with Tate’s kisses, watching dreamily as he pushed up on two big arms and hovered over me. Too focused on the pleasure of Jacob’s hot, churning mouth, as he devoured me like a hot meal.

  Holy shit.

  I ran my fingers through his thick blond hair, pulling his tongue deeper inside me. It felt almost sacrilegious when he finally withdrew, shifting his body forward.

  This is it…

  I watched, dreamily, as Jacob held his wonderfully thick cock in one fist. My breath caught in my throat as he guided himself between my thighs…

  “No.”

  It happened in a flash: Tate leaned forward and grabbed my ankles, then spun me around like a top. When I looked up again I was facing entirely the other direction! And then he flipped me over…

  “She’s mine first.”

  … and I was face-down on the comforter, with my ass in the air.

  Ooohhhh…

  Two huge hands went to my hips, and I felt something big and bulbous throbbing against my entrance. I was so sopping wet he glided right in. So totally turned on, I hadn’t finished my moan of gratified pleasure before he was already buried inside me.

  “Yessssss!”

  I hissed the word through clenched teeth, as Tate and I became full-fledged lovers. He was so achingly deep, too! Our bodies so beautifully and wonde
rfully connected, as he began slowly and lovingly screwing me from behind.

  He could only go fast, though. I was so unused to this, now. So unexpectedly tight.

  “Been a while?” he chuckled, leaning over my back.

  “Told you so.” I sighed.

  I gasped as he pulled out and shoved himself all the way back in again. Two times. Three… Four… It was getting easier with each stroke. The feeling of fullness and completion, more and more incredible.

  “Don’t worry,” he murmured into my ear. “We’re going to break you in all over again.”

  Break. You. In.

  The words coming out of his mouth made my thighs quiver. My pussy flooded.

  “The both of us,” Tate whispered hotly, rolling one hand into my hair. “For the rest of the night.”

  Twenty

  JACOB

  I’ll never forget the sound she made, as Tate took her and made her his own. Her pretty little mouth opened. Her eyes rolled back, as she let loose the cutest gasp.

  Damn.

  I was jealous, but not because he’d taken her first. It was only because he’d spun her away from me at the last moment. Tore her from my grasp, just as I had my heart set on burying myself inside her.

  “Yesss…”

  She was saying the word over and over now. It became her low, breathless mantra, as she bounced steadily off the end of my friend’s hard, unyielding abdominals. They were the same abdominals I’d seen him crunch a thousand times before, as the two of us worked out together at the local gym.

  “You’re not going to believe this, but I kissed Mrs. Nelson.”

  These were the words I’d said to Tate only a couple of days ago, while the two of us stood there sharing the same press machine. He’d continued doing tricep pull-downs for another few reps, before grinning back fiendishly at me in the gym mirror.

  “And do you wanna know what I’ve been doing with her?”

  What he told me after that had completely blown me away! I’d been excited. Thrilled. Envious… and then excited all over again. I couldn’t believe he’d had the same experience with her as me! Only somehow, he’d gone a whole hell of a lot further.

  From there we’d gone back and forth, all but fighting over this beautiful woman who’d long been the subject of our fantasies. In the end we’d come up with something totally radical together. Something unorthodox.

  Something that had somehow ended exactly like this.

  The woman I once knew as Mrs. Nelson’s chin tilted upward, as Tate rolled his hand through her hair. I placed my hands on either side of her cheeks. Gently I guided her face forward, until it was nose to nose with mine.

  “God, you’re beautiful.”

  I kissed her with her eyes adorably crossed, from staring so closely and deeply into mine. Our tongues danced, our lips rolled. She grunted faintly into my mouth with the exertion of getting fucked, and the idea that one of my closest friends was at the other end of her body sent my arousal levels skyrocketing into all new territory.

  This is intense!

  I continued kissing her, while sliding my hands underneath. Her breasts were full and beautiful, and swaying gently with the rhythm of movement. I reached out and cupped them, feeling their warmth and weight. Her nipples went rock hard against my palms.

  “Jacob…”

  I pulled back just enough to look into her lust-soaked eyes. They shimmered in the pinkish light, as her mouth curled into a smile.

  “Let me see it.”

  Serena reached for me, and I gave myself over. I was so damned hard, and had been for the better part of an hour. As her mouth finally closed over me, so impossibly warm and wet, it felt like being quenched in molten lava.

  Ohhhhh… FUCK.

  Soon her hand was working me at the base, as her mouth sucked me in time to Tate’s slow, deep thrusts. It was the living embodiment of every fantasy I’d ever had about this. The fulfillment of something that was always nothing more than a dream.

  I… just can’t believe…

  Serena bounced happily back and forth between us, spitroasted in every sense of the word. She looked born for it. Her body, built for it. I knelt proudly before her sex-flushed face, pinning her hair back so I could see her expression of pure, wanton lust. Her gorgeous lips remained locked tightly around me, as I fed her every last inch of my throbbing manhood.

  I glanced up at Tate, who looked even more rapturous. I could only imagine what was going through his mind. As good as her mouth felt, I longed to be exactly where he was. I wanted my hands screwed tight to those shapely hips. I wanted the feeling of being way up inside her. Of being buried deep in that hot, wet channel, pumping away as the rhythm of our bodies became one.

  Tate raised an eyebrow at me, pointing downward at her bouncing, gyrating ass. The gesture was unique. Hot and amazing.

  “Yes,” I nodded eagerly. “My turn.”

  Twenty-One

  SERENA

  The guys took me again and again, plunging desperately in and out between my warm, willing thighs. I was screwed on my back, propped up on my knees. Spun around into whatever position they wanted, whenever they wanted to switch, and those positions always accommodated the both of them, each from one end.

  I was helpless, defenseless, totally theirs. My body was completely at their mercy. Their hot, sensual toy.

  And I was in love with every second of it.

  I loved being filled from beneath or behind, screwing my ass to meet their thrusts. And there wasn’t a moment my mouth wasn’t busy, either taking their thickness deep into my throat or being held by strong, calloused hands and kissed until I was dizzy.

  At one point I came hard, grinding my hips against Jacob’s railroad spike of an erection while staring crazily into Tate’s stunning green eyes. He clasped hands with me, interlacing our fingers as I squeezed his knuckles white throughout my orgasm. In that moment we stared past the arousal, through the lust. All the way to that magical place behind the eyes, where it feels like you’re looking at someone’s soul.

  After trading me off in every position and screwing me all but senseless, the boys had a palpable need for release. Tate went first, pulling out in the midst of a few dozen furious thrusts and spilling himself all over my trembling belly. The sight of all that raw heat pooling on my quivering stomach must’ve sent his friend into overload, because not even a minute later Jacob was kneeling before my face. He drizzled his hot come all over my cheeks, my lips, my neck… and the rest of it in my open, willing mouth.

  We collapsed together, wordlessly, as I stared at my pink-hued ceiling. Then, a few towels later, the night got ever more surreal…

  … as we were sitting around my kitchen table in our underwear, laughing and talking and eating pizza.

  Strangely that was the most fun part I think, at least non-sexually. The three of us ate ravenously, making small talk and telling stories. Talking about anything and everything except what we’d just done together, almost as if it hadn’t even happened.

  I learned that Tate’s father passed when he was young, and his grand-uncle had pretty much taken him under his wing. I learned that Jacob’s truck read ‘Two Brothers Landscaping’ because long ago he’d started it with his much lazier brother, who’d quit after only three weeks.

  I told them some things about my divorce, but didn’t go into specifics. Eric and I had drifted apart rapidly, especially as he began the overseas trips that created an emotional barrier to go with the physical distance between us. These eroded away at whatever feelings we once had for each other, so when the papers finally came I wasn’t all too surprised.

  The talk turned lighthearted, and we spent the next hour making each other laugh. Glancing around I realized it was probably the most fun I’d ever had in the house, which was a little bit sad.

  Finally the plates were cleared, the small talk died, and a midnight silence fell over the kitchen. The three of us stared at each other for several moments, exchanging shared, knowing glances.


  Then, giggling, they chased me back to the bedroom and did me again.

  The second time around was shrouded in even more shadows, as we killed the lights and climbed under the covers. There, the boys made love to me slowly, lazily, individually. I spread my legs and opened my arms, welcoming them inside me as they rocked me gently but deeply into my bed.

  Ohhhhhh…

  I clawed Tate’s back as Jacob kissed me non-stop over his friend’s broad, rock-hard shoulder. It was an act so taboo, so unspeakably hot, it made me instantly climax around him. When he pulled out and finished against the inside of my thigh, I took my beautiful landscaper into my body next. Jacob pumped me like a machine, the two globes of his perfect young ass operating like a pair of engines as he pistoned in and out of my hot, swollen sex. I clawed those globes as I came again, the euphoria of having climaxed two times in such rapid succession sending my brain into a delirium-fueled haze.

  Breathless and spent, I left him to use my body to his heart’s content. It wasn’t long before I felt that familiar hot rain against my skin; a warm shower of Jacob’s seed spilling across my hip. It ran down my ass as I moaned and turned sideways, crossing my legs at the ankles to squeeze even more delicious contractions from my superheated core.

  My new favorite part of the night came last, as the boys shifted again on either side of me. With their naked skin pressed snugly against mine, I fell into the warm, beautiful valley of being spooned from either side.

  My Goddddd…

  Jacob was behind me, one arm around my waist. His two great thighs felt at least a thousand degrees pressed against mine. On the other side, my body was molded comfortably and perfectly into Tate’s rippled back. I slid a hand upward, spreading my fingers over his beautiful ribcage as the first yawn finally overtook me.

  It took seconds, not minutes, to fall fast asleep sandwiched between them.

  Twenty-Two