Saving Savannah - A Reverse Harem Romance, page 11
“So we’re going to a bar, then?” I inquired.
Erik shook his head. “Nope.”
“But I thought you said—”
“Tonight’s special,” interrupted Zane. “The rest of the team can go drinking without us.”
I nodded mechanically, while scanning them over. Their handsome faces were flush and alive, every inch of their exposed skin covered in glistening man-sweat. Roman’s thick dark hair was all wet and slick. Zane pulled his jersey over his head, and I could feel the heat coming off the layers of padding beneath.
It was all so fucking sexy.
“So… what’s so special about tonight?” I asked breathlessly.
They stood around me in a little triangle, the three of them. All of them grinning. Their eyes, glowing with the thrill of a thousand possibilities.
“Tonight we have you.”
Thirty-One
ERIK
The lights were dim, the music soft and low. There was no drinking. No laughing. It was the most mellow after-game celebration we’d ever had, all three of us sitting silently, side by side on the couch in my living room.
And that’s because Savannah was kneeling before us. Taking turns sucking us into her hot, eager throat.
She’d disappeared into our bathroom for a few minutes, before coming out in some of the hottest lingerie I’d ever seen. She wore a lacy red bodysuit that showed almost everything. It stretched tightly over her lithe, perfect body, ending in a sexy frilled skirt that only made it halfway down the curve of her flawless ass.
Every time she bent low to take one of us deep, I imagined I could see her pussy just peeking out of her tiny red thong. But it also could’ve been a trick of the eye. It was hard to see with the lights so low, and nearly impossible to concentrate with her tongue or fingers tracing their way up and down the length of my throbbing shaft.
FUCK…
It was the craziest night ever, and we’d seen some pretty insane nights here. But this was a different kind of crazy. A slow, sensuous journey of watching and touching and feeling. Of sharing the same girl together and experiencing every inch of her smooth, delectable body… between myself and my best friends.
That part right there made my stomach do a slow, sexy roll.
It wasn’t something we’d ever talked of doing, or even fantasized about. The whole thing had just happened. It had all occurred so naturally, so organically, that there wasn’t even time to consider it until it was all over.
And when we did go over what had happened, none of us was really sure what to do.
We liked her, that was for sure. Savannah was fun, funny. Cool and smart. Pretty much everything each of us looked for in a girlfriend, but without the usual drama.
Best of all though, Savannah was chill. She had a stark honesty about her, attached to a no-pressure attitude that made her totally appealing. And of course, she was gorgeous. Beautiful on the outside, hotter than hell on the inside. A gorgeous red spitfire with a molten core…
None of us could ask her out. We’d already been with her. Unless we were all with her, which we’d decided was somehow okay.
Jesus.
It sounded nuts, but if we were all involved, there could be no jealousy. No envy or animosity, no sneaking around behind the others’ backs. In that respect she was a shared experience. And not just an experience, but a person too.
That was the one thing we had to agree upon from the start: that we’d never pressure her. That we’d let this incredible woman move at her own speed, and decide when and where the whole ride ended.
If it ended at all.
For now, we’d decided to enjoy what we had. To make her feel as special as possible, and the absolute center of our attention. If she balked, it wouldn’t be because of us. We had to tread carefully. Respectfully.
“Mmmmmm…”
Savannah let out a contented moan, winking playfully before switching from Erik to Roman. In the process, one of her hands reached out for me. It closed gently but firmly around my rock-hard shaft, pumping it in time and rhythm with her head bobbing slowly in Roman’s lap.
Damn.
I sank back into the cushions, watching her work. Thinking about how warm and incredible her mouth would feel a minute from now, when it closed over my cock.
She’s loving this as much as we are.
That part excited me, even if it confused me at the same time. Savannah wasn’t merely okay with what we were doing. She was actually thriving on it.
And so were we.
Because as much as we were spending time with her, not one of us could get enough. We felt the need for her all the time. To see her as much as we could without scaring her away, and include her in virtually everything we did. Almost like… Well…
Like a girlfriend.
Savannah whimpered, as Roman’s hands sifted their way into her hair. Her lips were plump and swollen now, from all the sucking. She’d done each of us twice already. Her back arched as her head sank down, her ass jutting upward and outward.
I decided I couldn’t take it anymore.
Dropping from the couch, I slid deftly behind her. Savannah sighed as I pressed her heated flesh up against mine. She squirmed backwards as my hands found her hips. My fingers desperately pulling her thong aside, until it was stretched out over one globe of her magnificent, porcelain ass.
“About time…” she murmured.
I didn’t hesitate. She was soaked enough that I was able to plunge inside, filling her all the way up from behind. Losing my mind as I bottomed out inside her, while she went back down on Roman with a primal, satiated groan.
Whatever we were doing, whatever we had, I knew one thing for certain: I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to ride out our time together for as long as we could, for as long as she’d have us.
My hands flexed, pulling that beautiful ass back against me. Burying myself as deep inside her as possible, while trying to stave off an all-new wave of emotions that made my heart physically hurt.
They were emotions I hadn’t felt in a long while. Feelings that had unfortunately always ended the same way, and with the same results.
And those feelings were dangerous.
Thirty-Two
SAVANNAH
They wore their hockey jerseys. Nothing else. That had been my one sexy request, after they’d taken back to back to back showers of course. Right now their bodies were warm. Fresh and clean, with a hint of musk beneath. They smelled like soap and skin and all good things, but each of them with their own distinct feel and taste.
And I was blowing them. Blowing three guys at the same time, from my knees, on their living room floor.
Holy slut.
The overt wantonness of it excited me. The feeling of not having to hold back, or feel even the slightest bit guilty for what I wanted. And what I wanted was them. They made me feel precious, and safe, and comfortable. And very, very hot.
I sighed as Erik slid into me, finally fulfilling the other half of my fantasy. I was doing ‘the team’. Every girl had the thought at one time or another, as foolish or crazy as it always sounded. But here I was, living the dream. Three smoldering hot hockey players in their still-sweaty jerseys, getting ready to plunder my willing body like some forbidden treasure.
I couldn’t fucking wait.
Zane had shifted closer to Roman now, to where I was stroking the both of them. I popped the head of one cock from my mouth with a loud smack, then went down on the other. Ten strokes. Twenty… I switched again, and again after that, going back and forth between them while they took turns stroking my hair and pinning it back over my ears. They wanted to watch. I knew that from the beginning. The whole thing was as visual as it was visceral, for me as well.
“Christ, Savannah…”
I chuckled evilly and looked up at Roman, past his saliva-coated cock. Over the wavy, rippled waist of his washboard stomach. He’d pulled his jersey up for me. Just for my enjoyment. I let him know I appreciated the effort by pumping him hard a few times, then going all the way down on him until my nose brushed the smooth brown skin of his lower abdomen.
Three of them. It was more than a fantasy. More than anything I’d ever imagined, and here I was doing it again. Enjoying it even more this time, because the butterflies in my stomach were now my friends, and they only lent a delectable naughtiness to the whole experience.
“Give her up,” said Roman abruptly. He nodded toward my rear end, which was still planted firmly between Erik’s two big hands. “I need some of that.”
Erik finished out a series of hard, deep thrusts that felt absolutely incredible — either as a parting shot, or to defy Roman just a little bit longer. Then he gave me over to his friend. It was quickly becoming my favorite part: being switched off on. Feeling the hollow ache of one thick cock leaving my body… only to sigh in gratitude as another slid right back into its place.
And it felt dirty, too. In ways that couldn’t possibly be experienced with just a single lover. There was an inherent naughtiness to being shared between several men. A strange liberation that came with surrendering my body to the pleasure of their tight-knit camaraderie.
The guys worked together as a unit, to give me pleasure. In turn I was out to please them with a desperate, almost lawless intensity. I screwed them harder and deeper than normal, taking them from both ends of my body with three times the passion and enthusiasm of any one-on-one encounter I’d ever had.
I found myself craving the relentlessness of it all. The non-stop action of being serviced without slowing or stopping. Whenever someone got close, they tagged out. Whenever someone got tired, there was a fresh hot body, waiting in the wings.
And they were all for me. All focused on me. I exploded again and again, and each time I did they’d slow down just long enough to let me enjoy it… before building back up to where they were pounding me mercilessly again, as I struggled to catch my breath.
Blankets and pillows were brought out, as I sawed back and forth between Roman and Zane. A gentle push later I was on my back, one leg scissored high over Erik’s shoulder as he entered me at such an angle I thought he might split me in two.
I was constantly sucking, or fucking, or both. Straddling one lover and riding him wildly, while grasping the others in two trembling fists. It was indescribably hot, going down on them left and right. Churning and grinding myself greedily on the hard cock buried inside me, while sucking wetly from one dripping fist to the other.
Zane was the first to lose it, warning me just in time to open my throat. I gulped him down hungrily, whimpering around his shaft. Feeling the underside of his cock pulse again and again, as it delivered his hot seed straight to my belly.
Beyond that, things were a sex-hazed blur.
I remember switching again, until Erik was beneath me. He held my hips while pile-driving upwards, slamming that sweet spot that only he seemed to hit. But then Roman was behind me too, somehow at the same time. His hand were on my hips as well. Right below Erik’s…
Oh God.
One cock left me. The other slid right in. Back and forth they kept switching off, one of them holding me steady while the other fucked me hard and fast. They stopped just short of coming. I could see Erik’s teeth clench every time he left my body, and felt Roman’s fingers dig hard right before he himself was ready to switch off. And they did it so quickly, too. Swapping themselves out mid-bounce. Almost as if for a split second or two…
They were both inside you at once.
The very thought sent a shockwave of forbidden excitement straight down my spine. Two at once. Inside me. Together…
It would’ve been beyond hot. Totally fantastic.
Holy shit, I wanted to ask for it.
I looked down at Erik through a waterfall of my own red curls, ready to scream out loud that’s exactly what I wanted. My nails raked his chest. My pussy spasmed, squeezing him tight. Building up the courage to somehow tell him I wanted them both inside me together…
And then he suddenly erupted, roaring my name.
Damn.
I’d waited just a little too long. Narrowly missed the window of opportunity, as Erik’s manhood twitched and throbbed as he emptied himself inside me.
He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down, to kiss me savagely as his friend took his place. Erik’s tongue thrust itself hungrily into my mouth. It swirled sensuously against mine, even as Roman went off behind me like a cannon, grunting and cursing as his thick cock pulsed again and again.
I collapsed forward over Erik’s magnificent chest, as Roman did the same across my back. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep it up. Which of the guys would wear me out first, or vice versa.
But right now I felt like the exhaustedly happy meat in a very yummy sandwich.
Thirty-Three
SAVANNAH
I woke to a distant noise, and sat slowly upright. I was by myself again. Alone and naked, in a strange bed.
Erik’s bed.
I waited until my eyes adjusted to the darkness, then hopped down. The floor was cool against my feet, but not cold. My body however…
Grabbing a T-shirt from a clean pile of laundry on a nearby dresser, I made my way out into the living area. The sun wasn’t up yet, giving me no sense of time. There was a light on in the kitchen, though.
Erik was gloriously shirtless standing in front of the fridge. He raised an arm overhead, tilting his head back to drink, showing off every corded muscle of his hard, tattooed body.
DANG.
His arms were incredible: thick biceps battling triceps, capped by round, striated shoulders. My eyes traced him top to bottom, all along the length of his lithe body. Lingering purposely at the natural swell going on in his boxer briefs.
If he noticed me, he wasn’t letting on. I stepped closer, watching his Adam’s apple bob sexily as he drank.
“I knew you were a bad boy,” I said coyly, “but I didn’t know you were this bad.”
Erik eyed me sideways. “What?” he laughed. “For drinking milk?”
I raised an admonishing eyebrow. “Straight from the carton?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“You’re in a lot of trouble if Zane finds out.” I folded my arms across my chest. “What’ll you give me not to tell him?”
Erik set the milk down on the counter and strode over me in three big steps. My heart was already picking up speed.
“I could give you lots of things…”
He slid both arms around my waist, pulling me against him pelvis to pelvis. His hand found its way beneath the shirt I’d borrowed, which only came down to mid-thigh. His mouth curled into a half-grin as he realized I wasn’t wearing any bottoms.
“The others still here?”
“Gone,” he said, kneading me in his palms. “Roman’s got class tomorrow. Zane headed back to his apartment to make another run of stuff.”
“Ah, that’s right. He told me he was moving in here.”
“Um-hmm,” said Erik. He was definitely distracted now, his hands having found their way into some interesting places. “For a little while, at least.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because the three of us plan on throwing in for a house together,” Erik answered.
I couldn’t hide my surprise. “Wow! Really?”
“Yeah, nothing crazy though. Something just out of town, where the prices drop off.” He leaned down suddenly and kissed me, sending my senses into overdrive. Then, just as abruptly, he let me go.
“Hungry?”
I nodded eagerly.
“Good. I’ll make pancakes.”
I rested my elbows on the counter, content to watch this gorgeous hunk work his way around the kitchen. He added some mix into a bowl, then cracked a few eggs before whisking it in. In all honesty he could’ve been painting a wall, or doing a crossword puzzle, or standing still. With his shirt off like this, it was all very sexy.
“Need any aspirin?” he asked, delving into a nearby cabinet.
“Nah, I’m good.”
Erik popped three into his palm and swallowed them down without a drop of water. He turned to me and smiled. “Just thought you might be… a little sore.”
“Oh yeah?” I smiled back at him innocently. “And why’s that?”
His tattoos danced as he shrugged a well-muscled shoulder. “Well…”
“Because the three of you defiled me last night?”
His eyes flared, either in sudden excitement or because of my bluntness. Possibly both.
“Is that what we’re calling it?”
I shifted my weight from one hip to the other. “You can call it whatever you want,” I said coyly. “As long as we keep doing it.”
My heart was thumping now, hard and fast. God, I couldn’t believe I was saying these things! But it seemed the more I talked about it, the more comfortable everything got.
Erik shook his head and slid me two mugs, so I could pour the coffee. Then he returned to his task, while I admired him from behind. His back had that incredibly sexy ‘V’ shape to it that I loved so much. The one that tapered down to a pair of sexy dimples, right above his waistband.
“Milk and sugar?” I asked, still hypnotized by the curve of his ass.
“Both, thanks.”
I poured slowly, going over him inch by inch. Erik had tattoos everywhere. Black and grey sexiness, all along his arms, even down his back. The biggest and boldest was a large, three-dimensional Celtic cross, which dominated his right shoulder.
“You uhh… religious?”
He flipped the pancakes. “No.” Then, after a pause. “Why do you ask?”
“No reason.”
I guess I couldn’t hide the retreat in my voice. Erik turned, looking back at me curiously.
“This?”
He tapped his shoulder with one finger. I nodded.
