Room Mated: Standalone Reverse Harem Romance

“You’re getting ten from me, too,” Parker said. His hand struck my ass, making me jump. Somehow, it felt harder in this position. I managed to keep quiet for the next two. Then things changed. “Play with her nipples,” Parker said.

It was a little strange to hear him give orders to Mason, especially considering when I’d first met them, Parker had barely spoken, but I forgot all about that when Mason’s hand snaked inside my shirt. He grasped one nipple and rolled it between his fingers. I moaned, gasping when Parker smacked me again. Mason switched to my other nipple and it felt amazing.

Parker sped up the spankings, and Mason tweaked my nipples harder. Parker said that that was ten.

“Good job,” Jude said. “Didn’t she do well?” he said to the others. It was embarrassing the way he talked about me to them, but it was also part of the game, and it was a game that’d gotten me really hot and bothered. “Do you think she deserves an orgasm for surviving spankings from three men?”

“Yes,” I gasped before anyone else answered.

Mason pinched my nipple. “You don’t get a vote, sweet cheeks.”

“But I’m the one who got spanked,” I protested. “And hit on the head.”

Jude chuckled. “She’s got a point. Is she wet?”

Parker slid his fingers between my legs. His finger circled my entrance twice and then pushed into me. “Soaking.”

“All right, she gets one orgasm,” Mason said. “It’s going to be quick and dirty.”

A moment later, I found out what he meant. He slid his other hand up under my shirt and squeezed both breasts at once. At almost the same time, Parker slid two fingers in me and my entire body jolted.

“She likes that,” Mason observed, which both embarrassed me and turned me on. I’d become used to those twin sensations—and craved more of them.

Parker pumped his fingers in and out of me, and I actually heard how wet I was. Then he spread that moisture down to my clit and flicked his fingertip across it. I moaned louder, especially with the wicked way Mason was treating my nipples.

I felt the couch shift. A hand touched my sore ass and I realized Jude was leaning over the back of the couch.

I heard a sound I hadn’t expected to hear this soon—and maybe not at all tonight. It was the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open.

What? “Wait, are you—”

“Trust us, princess,” Jude said, so I forced myself to relax. Parker’s finger worked my clit and my breathing sped up, coming out in little gasps. I felt something at my entrance.

Not fingers. Not a cock. But it was something hard. It slid into me easily and felt amazing. Then it shifted, as if it had separated into two different pieces and that’s when I knew what it was.

Jude had rolled a condom over the end of his drumsticks and pushed them into me.

My heart took off like a racehorse as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me. Mason’s not-so-gentle tugging on my nipples. Parker rubbing my clit. And Jude sliding his drumsticks in and out of me.

“Oh—” I gasped, unable to form words. My entire body shook.

“That’s right,” Mason said roughly. “You’d better fucking make some noise when you come.”

That’d definitely happen. My breath came out in ragged gasps and the pressure inside me built and built and—

The orgasm that ripped through nearly broke me into pieces. I cried out and would have collapsed if Mason hadn’t supported me. Jude stilled the drumsticks as I clamped down around them, but Parker was relentless as he worked my clit.

I gasped and flailed around as if electrocuted. And when the first powerful wave was over, the aftershocks hit.

Finally, they withdrew and let me curl up in a ball on Mason’s lap. He wrapped his arms around me, his head bent to rest against mine. “That’s my good girl.”

Jude and Parker settled down on either side of us, lightly stroking every part of me they could reach. “Are you okay, princess?” Jude asked.

“Yes,” I breathed back. I took a deep breath, trying to regain control of my voice. “Your drumsticks are forgiven for hitting me on the head.”

He chuckled. “Glad to hear it.”

We were quiet for a while. I felt a little sore but good. I was exactly where I wanted to be—with these three amazing men.

“Do you want me to carry you to bed, sweetheart?” Mason asked. It was only the second time he’d called me that.

“No,” I said softly. “I want to be with you guys.”

“Sure,” Parker said, stroking my back. “We’ll stay here with you as long as you’d like.”

That was nice… but it wasn’t with what I’d meant. “No, I want to be with you. All three of you. I want more.” My voice was soft, but I was as certain of what I’d said as I’d ever been in my entire life.