STRIPTEASED (Roommate Reverse Harem Romance)

And then I felt it… the bulbous head of a large cock running along my seam. Was it Austin? Or Tonio? It could have been any of them, and I loved that I didn’t know. That meant I hadn’t had to choose one over the other. Or more like I’d chosen all of them.

The cock continued to stroke up and down my slit, and I knew I was wet by how easily it moved. It pressed against my clit and almost as if on cue, the men pinched my nipples. A sharp cry escaped me, but it turned into a moan as the cockhead lined up with my entrance.

My breathing sped up as I waited to feel that first stroke. I wanted it more than anything. But whoever it was made me wait. Finally, I tried to lift my hips, hoping the hard cock would slip inside me, but I didn’t have enough room to move in this position.

There were more chuckles, and while I was distracted by that—the tip of the cock pushed past my entrance.

My body froze as I got my wish. One of the men I cared so much was inside me. The large cock stretched me and it felt full and different and wonderful. My breath came out in shuddery bursts.

There was no doubt his cock was big, but that didn’t tell me much. They all were like that. There was something special about one of my guys being the first man to fill me this much. It felt amazing. Right now, the strokes were long and slow, but tension was building inside me—and I sensed it in my partner as well.

The strokes grew longer, and when he pushed in as far as he could go, I squeezed myself around him, trying to keep him there. He moaned and I willed myself to ignore the sound. To not analyze it and figure out who it was. I truly didn’t want to know. “Music,” I gasped. “Please turn up the music.”

Someone obliged as the thrusting intensified. A finger slid down my stomach, passed my mound, and zeroed in on my clit. I couldn’t be sure, but I didn’t think it belonged to the man inside of me. He was probably using all his attention to deliver such incredible thrusts. He drove into me harder and faster, and my moans filled my own ears, sparing me from hearing and possibly identifying his.

The whole bed shook as he drove into me, and the finger on my clit was doing a damn good job of hurtling me toward a climax. My gasps reached a crescendo. “Please,” I panted. “Oh please… please come with me. I’m so close…”

In answer, the cock pounding inside me sped up, making me feel so full. I squeezed my internal muscles, making it tight and inviting for him.

The finger working my clit eased just a little. “No, please, don’t stop,” I begged before I realized he was likely trying to help us come at the same time. “I’m so close.”

The man who filled me drove into me with long, deep strokes, and suddenly the finger on my clit picked up speed. The men on either side of me spread my knees farther apart, and then they captured my nipples with their teeth.

The combination of sensations triggered the most powerful orgasm of my life. I screamed as my pussy spasmed. A raspy male voice cried out, and the cock inside me pulsed as he came, too.

My head whipped from side to side as euphoria filled me. I hadn’t known it could feel like this—that I could come this hard—that my guys could make me feel this damn incredible.

My breath came out in jagged gasps as aftershocks rocked me. The men on either side of me had released my nipples and freed my hands as well. As I gingerly lowered my hands, I did my best not to touch any of the guys. I didn’t want any clues about who was who.

The man who had given me so much pleasure slid out of me, and I pushed against the hands holding my legs up. They let go and I was able to stretch out—which was a good thing because none of my muscles worked anymore.

There was a small sound, and it took a moment to identify it—it sounded like the lid of something being popped off. Then I registered the smell of massage oil again. One man smoothed some along my leg in long, broad strokes. Another started on my arm. I imagined them passing the bottle around.

Soon all four limbs were getting the same kind of massage they’d given me before. Their soothing strokes plus the orgasms I’d just had were almost enough to lull me to sleep—but that’s not what I wanted. I knew exactly what I wanted, and I told it to my guys. “More.”