Saved by the SEALs: A Reverse Harem Romance Page 5

  I rocked against him, grinding, before he grabbed me around the waist and, with a quick kiss, slipped out and flipped me over.

  He slid back in just as easily as he had the first time, and exactly the same way, but this time was on top. He held my gaze as he pushed deeper into me, and my mouth fell open – my eyes getting wide as I held his gaze in return, setting my hands on either side of his face. Slightly more romantic.

  Slightly more intimate than I had gotten used to expecting over the past two days. But it was really nice. It was really really nice. And having something familiar playing on the TV helped. It helped me get lost in the moment, enjoy myself more.

  I was going to cum. But it was different than all the other times. It wasn’t going to be hard or extremely wet or leave me shaking.

  But it was going to be extremely satisfying. I could feel it. It was building and the tension was getting to be too much.

  He drove himself deep inside of me and kept working his hips, swiveling them, pumping, holding my own hips down so that each thrust drove him down to the base of his cock.

  He looked up at me, his eyes glowing with supernatural light in the wake of the movie’s intermission card. “How do you feel?” He asked softly.

  “Really good. So good,,” I moaned, dragging my nails down his back and pulling him close. “Really really good. I feel great. I want you more. I want your cock. I know I’m going to come soon, let me have it.”

  He didn’t need a lot of convincing. He was already well on his way to orgasming, also. He wasn’t going to deprive me of anything.

  He pulled all the way back, inching out – until he had nearly pulled all the way out. Then he drove himself deep again, and merciless, all the way to the hilt. I couldn’t help it – I cried out, and I came so hard at the same time.

  Not as wet as before but it shook me to the core in an entirely different way. It had been building up from all the pressure – all the pressure of his body so close and his hips grinding against me, and then the plunge, being stretched, his cock going so deep.

  I put my arms around him and didn’t let go. For a long minute it felt like I was going to never stop orgasming. My whole body was feeling it, and my head was going to spin off my shoulders. God! But it felt so good.

  He watched it cross my face and he smiled. Seeing me orgasm, satisfied that I was satisfied (and able to feel how wet I was, how I clenched around his cock), he started pumping again. He moved his hips faster and faster, plunging, pulling back, driving himself deep again.

  He was so close, he had been so close this whole time, that in the darkness, in the soft glow of the television, he came.

  I was panting, gasping. I sat up next to him, pushing my hand through my hair and trying to get it all out of my face. “That was amazing…”

  “I’m glad to hear it,” he grinned. “Because I don’t like this movie much.”

  Chapter Six

  THE CHOICE

  “What do you mean, you can’t pick?” Zoe asked, tapping her spoon against the rim of her coffee mug.

  It was the first time we’d had a chance to meet up in days, and here I was delivering bad news. I couldn’t pick a “winner’” for the bet that the guys had between them.

  It was just impossible. I liked them all so much. Craved each one in a different way, and wanted to get to know them all, more than I already had.

  “I just can’t pick,” I said. “I mean, you said you didn’t want the gory details, but I…”

  “I said I didn’t want the graphic details. No epic descriptions of cock shafts and manroots, please, but don’t spare me anything when it comes to your orgasms.”

  “Right, sorry.” I rolled my eyes.

  “Look, you are not getting any sympathy from me.” She said. “They are all hot. You banged them all. I’m jealous. It’s like a fantasy come true. You know the rest of this story.”

  “Yes, it is like a fantasy come true,” I murmured. “But as my friend, you could help me by maybe, I don’t know, just drawing a name out of a hat so I don’t have to.”

  “Just tell them you can’t choose,” she shrugged. “Let them fight it out. Maybe they will actually fight. Wouldn’t that be great? Four Navy SEALs fighting over you?”

  “Sure,” I said, then frowned. “Actually, no. That would be awful. They would get thrown out of the bar. We would never be able to show our faces in there again.”

  “You wouldn’t,” she sniffed. “I have no part in this.”

  “I don’t know,” I muttered. “I mean, you did introduce me.”

  “Whatever,” she sipped her coffee again. “I stand by what I said. “Tell them you can’t make up your mind and see what they do. If they fight, they fight. If they don’t end up fighting, well. Who knows what could happen?”

  “It’s the who knows’part that I’m afraid of.”

  “Sure,” she said. “But you won’t know until you get there.”

  * * *

  The guys were all waiting at the dive bar when I arrived that night.

  My stomach was in knots. I just wasn’t sure how I was supposed to feel. Of course I wasn’t going to be able to pick.

  I wasn’t going to be able to choose a favorite among them when they had all proven themselves to be so good, so different.

  I didn’t want a fight, though. When Zoe said that, it scared me. It was something I hadn’t considered, because they all seemed so decent, so kind, so wonderful.

  It was more than being kicked out of a dive bar I had been haunting since high school. It was something else. They clearly had such a great sense of camaraderie between them and I didn’t want to be the one to break up that bond.

  They were all such good friends and they had been through a lot together. And even after I was gone, they were still going to go through it together. I had no idea what to think.

  Of course, it also didn’t feel like my fault. I’d been blaming Alex in my head this whole time. This was all his dumb idea.

  I swung my bag onto the counter when I got there and took the barstool that was in the middle of their group. They all turned towards me, not saying anything at first. They had such expectant expressions. Except Mark. His was cool and passive as always.

  I took a deep breath. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to phrase what I had to say, so I was just going to say it and hope it made sense.

  “I don’t think I can pick,” I said. “I am just…not going to do that.” I lifted my chin, defiant in what I expected would be opposition. “You are impossible to choose between. You all proved yourselves to be great in different ways…”

  “Somehow, I am not surprised that happened.” Mark said. “We do share a lot between us, including secrets, tips, and women.”

  I narrowed my eyes. Alex jostled him in the ribs.

  “We could pick for you,” Jamie said, and laughed at his own suggestion.

  “You could,” I said. “Or I don’t have to pick at all. And neither do you. We’ll just set it down here and call it done.”

  “Well, sure,” Clint said. “Except you run into this problem It’s our last night in town, and we have nothing to do when we are all bored with drinking.”

  I hesitated. I knew I probably shouldn’t speak what was on the tip of my tongue, but I was going to miss them, and if they were only going to be in town one more night, why not go for the gold. The Navy SEAL gold. The Olympics of sex. I giggled a little. “Do you guys want to come back to my place?”

  They looked at each other, weighing their options, and then looked back at me, nodding.

  “Yeah!” Alex said. “Yeah, we would love that.”

  “Awesome,” I said. “I can call an Uber.”

  “We can take my car,” Mark stood up. He gave me a very secretive look and smiled only with his lips. “Some of us, anyway.”

  “Everyone pile in Mark’s car!” Alex pushed his fist into the air. “Which means Jamie foots the bill for this round, yeah?”

  Jamie rolled his eyes and s
hook his head. Too much like me, probably. A chronic people-pleaser.

  “Let’s get back before it gets too late,” I said. “You know how the crowds can get here.”

  “Yes,” Alex said. “Yes, of course. The crowds.”

  * * *

  We didn’t make it through the door.

  I don’t know what made me think that we would. And once again, it was Alex’s fault.

  He took hold of me as soon as we crossed the threshold and pulled me in for a kiss. I was frozen for a moment, but then I took hold of his face, seizing the opportunity to kiss him back.

  He opened his mouth for my tongue and then picked me up, setting me down on the kitchen table. I squeaked a protest, not sure how far he was willing to go with all of his friends around.

  But then I felt Mark’s hands on my waist, caressing my ribs, going up to pinch my nipples through my shirt before pulling that off – and then the thin sport’s bra underneath it.

  He peeled it all away and let it fall to the floor, kissing my neck as he did so, sucking on the skin and nipping on a spot that was already sore. It made me shiver and I leaned back against him.

  Alex put his hands between my thighs, spreading them apart. My skirt rode up well over my hips, flashing my pink thong that had all but disappeared between my wet space. Alex ducked his head between my legs, his tongue snaking forward to grab the strings, pulling them out just enough for him to grip with his teeth before he peeled it back.

  My thong fell to the floor with everything else, and then Jamie walked forward to join in.

  Jamie leaned in for a kiss and I felt a hand on my chest – possibly Clint? – pushing me back against the table. Another gentle hand guided me to roll over onto my stomach and I felt another set of hands spreading apart my thighs.

  The sensation of having so many hands on my body at once was almost too much to bear. It felt like the room was spinning, and I could see starts starting to flicker in on the edges of my vision. I wanted to find some steady ground but everything was just happening so fast. And I was so wet. I was so, so wet and eager.

  Fingers – Jamie’s – found my mouth. I opened my mouth up for him and he slipped his fingers inside.

  I sucked on them, closing my eyes and moaning, and he made a soft, satisfied sound – pushing his fingers into my hair. I could feel Mark’s hands again, skating down my back, clipped nails dragging along the length of my spine.

  I shivered, and then I felt another set of hands – I wasn’t sure whose – move to slip a pair of fingers between my legs. I moaned around Jamie’s fingers, feeling the others push deep into me, going as deep as they could possibly go, past the second knuckle and then twisting, thrashing.

  It was all so good. So unbelievably good. The fingers that were inside of me spread apart, opening me up a little wider, and that was heaven. That was exactly what I needed.

  I moaned and lowered my head, my hair brushing against the surface of the kitchen table, and my nose pressed against the wood. The fingers inside of me moved in and out while the fingers in my mouth pulled free.

  A moment passed, and then a cock – someone’s – pressed up against my mouth. I didn’t open my eyes to see, part of the fun seemed to be that I wasn’t sure who was doing what – and I sucked on the head – prodding the slit with my tongue to get the salty pre-cum gathered all up.

  The adventurous fingers pulled free from between my legs and journeyed upwards, slipping back and forth between my ass cheeks, prodding curiously, as if to see how I would react.

  I caught my breath, freezing for a moment, but the consistent, gentle stroking motion allowed me to relax.

  I felt like I could breathe, like I could trust whoever was back there. The curious fingers prodded deeper, which was a little difficult without lube, aside from what I had naturally given them. Someone else’s condom-sheathed cock – thick and wonderful, honestly – pressed itself between my legs.

  Every entrance I had was being filled with someone… and I had no idea of who was what or who wanted what from me. But they were all being so considerate in every way.

  So good at what they were doing. There was a reason I hadn’t been able to choose between them during this bet.

  The cock between my legs slid itself deep inside of me while the one in my mouth pushed itself in deeper at the same time.

  I moaned, long and loud. My hands stayed braced underneath me, and the limited mobility added to the heightened sensation.

  I knew I wasn’t going to last long like this.

  Everything filled, everything being so well taken care of. The idea of all of my men (for I thought of them as mine, I had claimed them) pleasing me at once was more of a turn on than anything else.

  My hips were rocking back and forth as the cock between my legs started moving faster and faster. Thighs smacked against the edge of the table and making it sway beneath me, pushing and pulling me onto the cock that was in my mouth.

  The fingers between my ass cheeks kept probing deeper and deeper, adding a second and then a third. I felt stretched to the limit. Consumed in every capacity.

  I sucked hard on the cock that was in my mouth, my tongue running up and down every vein, sucking and running along the ridge. I couldn’t get to the base as much as I wanted to because of the angle, but I opened my throat up as wide as I could just in case.

  Then they all started to get into the same rhythm, their motions matching perfectly. The cock that was between my legs, the one in my mouth, the fingers between my cheeks and the nails dragging up and down my back.

  It was all perfect. Perfectly in sync. I was so stretched. So filled. So absolutely satisfied and yet starving. I wanted more. And I was so fixated that I could not even hold back or notice how my body was trembling. Shaking, I needed, I wanted this.

  I was going to implode. I was going to come so hard. Harder than I ever had before in my life, I could feel it.

  My legs were splayed apart. My hands were pinned underneath me. I was entirely helpless.

  And I wanted them all, I wanted them all so badly. I rocked against the table, trying to push myself down onto as many of them at once. The nails that were dragging along my spine stopped to reach underneath me, to stroke my clit, to swirl around and bring me closer and closer, gliding with my own wetness and then—

  I came with a long, low moan around the cock in my mouth, I came. I shattered at the core, soaking whoever was inside of me, gushing down my thighs, making my skin and the table slick and hot.

  I pulled away from whoever was in front of me, blinking, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I didn’t look up to see who it was, but then I opened my mouth again, sinking back down onto the shaft and sucking.

  “You are amazing,” Alex whispered. “You know that?”

  “You’re perfect,” Clint’s voice was husky. “So perfect…”

  That just made me more determined. I clenched around whoever was inside of me. I sucked, I dragged my nails helplessly against the wood as much as I could. I could feel them, throbbing inside me, I heard hands on cocks that were not occupying entrances – everyone was going to orgasm at once, and I had already, so hard..

  It was like they were on a timer. My mouth and between my legs were filled at the same time.

  I swallowed all I could but some still dripped down my chin. I wiped it away with the back of my hand and pulled myself off, for good this time, and took a deep breath. They all pulled out of me, one by one, and helped me sit up, resting hands on my back and shoulders to make certain I was all right.

  I grinned, pushing my hair away from my eyes and looking up. I wasn’t sure who had been where, and I didn’t ask. But they were all so perfect. Muscular, sated. And they were all mine.

  “How was it?” Alex asked, concern on his brow. I shot him my cockiest grin.

  “Perfect,” I said. “It was perfect, you are all perfect.” I tossed my head, shooting a coy look over my shoulder at Mark, who was standing right behind. “And I want to do it al
l again. Who is up for it?”

  “Wait,” said Alex, roughly. “We have a question. When we get back, will you be here for us? For all of us?”

  I pulled him in for a quick kiss, then looked at the rest of them. My men. Mine.

  “Absolutely.”

  THE END

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  I knocked on her door. I didn’t groan when she opened it, but wanted to. Christ, she looked incredible. Gorgeous. After years being around Marines in the desert, she was a feminine oasis that sent my testosterone level sky-high.

  Her hair was longer than in high school, and not up in a bun like it had been earlier in the day at the restaurant. Tonight it was loose and curly, a perfect shade of honeyed blonde. She wore a tight black tank top and even tighter jeans, and little sandals that showed off her perfectly polished red toes.

  “C’mon in,” she said with a big grin, standing aside and allowing me to enter.

  Her cottage was homey comfortable, with girly touches of flowers and plants. I took a big inhale.

  “Did you bake cookies?”

  “No, that’s the candle,” she pointed. “It’s supposed to smell like a birthday cake.”

  I shoved my hands in my jeans, trying not to stare at her breasts. When we’d hung out in high school, she’d mostly worn baggy t-shirts. I’d suspected she wanted to hide her body and while I’d fantasized about it hard back then, I never saw them on display like this.

  I jerked a thumb at the door. “So, wanna hit up the Icehouse? I hear that place is pretty good.”

  For some reason, Samantha’s smile faded and her eyes darkened.