The Promotion (Contemporary Reverse Harem 3)

“Is there such a thing as a sultan-ess? Being worshipped by her eager harem?” Anson murmured from somewhere behind me.

It seemed so.

My panties joined the rest of my clothing on the floor, where someone helped me step out of them. I was bent forward until my breasts hung in Brade’s face, when behind me, a tongue lapped my slit from one end to the other now that I was folded at a ninety-degree angle.

One finger, and then another, entered my pussy and the sensation nearly drove me over my edge right then and there. I took deep breaths to maintain some modicum of control, digging my fingers in Brade’s shoulders to remain upright. He tipped his head back to meet my lips, and I moaned into him as the fingers inside me began pistoning, allowing my juices to run down my inner thighs.

Fuck, these guys were incredible.

Brade pulled back, speaking just loud enough to be heard over the stereo. “Can one of you guys get me a condom from that drawer?” He pointed somewhere in the room, and I whimpered in expectation of what was to come.

I heard someone rustling about. When the condom had been produced, I watched Brade roll it over his brutally hard cock. He pulled me toward him on the sofa, placing one of my knees on either side of his hips. The action spread my legs, leaving me nice and open for him. I reached to run his hard-on through my slick moisture, rubbing him back and forth between my pussy lips, already swollen with anticipation. I could barely breathe, which was fine because all time stopped, anyway. I was completely in the moment, neither thinking back nor ahead. The perfect balance.

And while I was hyperaware that I was about to fuck Brade, it was really as though I were making love to each guy in the room.

Love.

Yup. Love. I loved these guys, each in a different way.

Shit, was I in for a heap of trouble.

Brade’s wide crown pushed against me, and I sank onto him, taking the first inch or so he offered.

“Go slow, baby,” he said. “I don’t want you sore. The other guys might get mad at me for spoiling their night.”

Light laughter erupted behind me. It might have been funny, but it was goddamn true. I had to pace myself. We all did.

Brade lifted me slightly and lowered me back down, gradually sinking deeply inside me. He stretched his arms along the back of the sofa, gripping cushions until his knuckles were white, his gaze locked on mine. My hands clenched his shoulders for leverage as I began a slow bucking rhythm.

“Hey, baby.”

Cato appeared on my left and placed one foot up on the sofa next to me while Brade thrust his hips to meet my bouncing. I reached for Cato’s fly, fumbling through his undershorts and trousers until I freed his thick penis. I traced its length with my tongue from the drop of glistening precum on its tip, down to the root where I brushed my fingers around his balls. He sucked in his breath at my contact.

“Taste me,” he murmured.

I ground on Brade’s cock while I ran my lips over the head of Cato’s erection. I glanced up at him, and he looked back at me, I would swear with love in his eyes. I took him deeper in my mouth until I nearly gagged. With two cocks pummeling me, I was a whimpering mess, and with my eyes closed, there was nothing but sensation. Four other hands wandered over my body, one reaching for my clit. As both my mouth and pussy were being fucked with a visceral hunger, my clit was rubbed in hard, quick circles. Like a grand finale, Cato, Brade, and I came within moments of each other, the groans in the room drowning out the music. I rode a beautiful wave of one orgasm after the other, savoring my handsome, sexy guys. With my eyes shut tight, I imagined ways to make them feel just as wonderful. I’d do anything I could for them.

I came to, tucked under a down comforter. For a quick moment, I wasn’t sure where I was, but the moonlight coming in the bedroom windows told me I wasn’t at home. I looked around, my heart startled into a panicky rush.

Oh. It was Brade’s house. Okay.

But where was he? Where were the other guys? My guys?

I crawled out of the empty bed to visit the bathroom, and I found the same robe I’d seen the last time I was there. I pulled the plush terry cloth around me and stepped into the hallway, where I could make out soft voices talking about sports, scotch, and a variety of other guy things. I headed for the game room, where I’d last seen everyone.

Standing in the room’s doorway, no one noticed me right off. Damn, they were a good-looking lot.

“Hey, guys.”

Four heads snapped in my direction. Four very handsome heads, that was.

“Hey, look who it is.”

“Sleeping beauty.”

“Baby’s out of bed.”

There were a few other comments, but my head was too fuzzy to track them. I padded over to the sofa, took a seat, and snuggled up to Von. He pulled me to him, planting a kiss on my forehead.