Harem: An MFMM Romance Page 7

  It takes me a second to process what just happened, but I look up and into the eyes of another man that decided to pay me a visit tonight.

  11

  David

  Chris is a big man. About my size. We struggle for at bit and I manage to land a solid shot in Chris’s stomach.

  “David!” Elodie says, a mixture of gratefulness and worry in her voice.

  Chris doubles over and clutches his stomach. I am not the world’s most honorable man, sure, but I really want to kick this fucking cunt while he’s holding onto his beer for the night and praying it doesn’t defy gravity. Because he fucking threatened Elodie.

  “I got you, babe.” I look at Elodie and smile. I’d never fucking let anyone hurt her. Not ever.

  She’s so strong, one second she’s doing her best to kick the shit out of him and she up on her feet and looking at Chris with pity. Still, I know that before I showed up, she must have been scared.

  I’m fucking glad that I couldn’t stay away. I know that Elodie and I have every reason to stay away from each other, but that’s not what keeps me up at night, fisting my cock and remembering how she tastes. No, all I can think about is how it feels inside her. How I need to be back inside of her, every moment of every day that I can.

  I can’t tell her why her father’s case is bullshit, and I can’t make her trust me. Fuck, even if I told her, she probably still wouldn’t trust me. But I need to be able to touch her, taste her, see her cum again. I’m a man fucking possessed over here.

  “You okay, Elodie?” I reach out and touch her face, stroking her jawline and seeing that she’s unscathed.

  “Yeah, he didn’t have time to do any damage.” She nods back. “Let me wash out your knuckles, get you a drink.”

  Well, that was not exactly how I expected to get Elodie to invite me in, but I’ll take it.

  “Sure thing, let me just get the cops to take care of this prick. Do you want to file a report?” I look at Elodie and I just want to hug her. All this shit she’s been through lately, and she’s so strong. I want her to be able to let go. I want those perfect little pedicured toes to be curling up off the edge of the bed while I make her legs shake.

  “Am I the world’s worst person if I say no? I think I better just call him a cab. He’s drunk and he needs to go home.” Elodie sighs. “This shit bag is my ex. I always pick awesome men to fuck.” The raise in her voice is just a tiny crack in the strength she’s been displaying, so I’m going to not actually take that jab too close to home. My pride doesn’t need to be wounded when she probably still thinks that my partners and I did something to fuck up her father’s surgery.

  “Ouch. I’ll call that cab and you can get me that drink? He’s not your problem anymore.” I smile at her.

  She accepts, giving me a grateful smile and heading to her kitchen. I watch her perfect ass for a few seconds as she’s walking away and I almost forget what it was that I just told her I would do. I pull out my phone, get a cab to come pick this prick up, and put a wad of cash in his hand. “Wait outside for your cab. Go get drunk and play in traffic. I don’t give a shit what you do but you forget you know Elodie’s address. You forget you ever knew her. You stay the fuck away.” If I could growl, I would have. The ferocity in my relatively quiet voice definitely strikes some fear in Chris’s heart because he cowers down like he’s trying to make himself smaller and avoid being in my path.

  I watch him leave and think, fuck, Elodie doesn’t pick good men, does she? Julian, Stefan, and I could do a thousand things for this community but I don’t know if we’d ever be as pure-hearted and good as Elodie is in even a minute. We don’t goddamn deserve her. But in all my years as a surgeon, I’ve learned that there’s no natural justice or fairness in life. And I’ve learned that you can’t control who you love.

  And make no damn mistake. You’re reading this story and you probably knew it before any of our dumb asses did. We love Elodie, all three of us, and we want her to be our girl. So even though the odds are stacked against us, you’re still rooting for us, right? I mean, we need all the help we can get. If her shitty ex hadn’t shown up, I might be stumbling away on the other side of that door, and you know I want to treat her right.

  “Elodie,” I say, nodding at her as I walk in kitchen.

  She points to a stool for me to sit on.

  “David, thanks for coming by. I…I would have been in a Lifetime movie next year if you hadn’t shown up. And I really have had enough starring roles in any movies of any kind for the rest of my life.”

  Her half-hearted laugh breaks my heart and I just want to make her feel better. I sit on the stool.

  Elodie takes my hand and dips the rag into a bowl and cleans out the scrapes on my hand from impacting Chris’s face a few times before I went for the stomach.

  I smelled the beer breath and figured this was not some fair fight and I just needed to knock his ass down.

  I take a sip from the glass of water that Elodie made me and look at her as the cool liquid refreshes me going down. She’s looking at me with lust in her eyes, her lashes sweeping over her face and her body turned fully towards me.

  Maybe she would have let me in today without my not so gallant but-necessary moves today.

  “What did you do today, babe?”

  Elodie pulls my hand up to her mouth and she kisses away from the scrapes but near my hand. “Gotta take care of these, you’re a surgeon.” Elodie says, her voice almost sing-songy. “And I spent all day thinking about how I wanted to do anything but think about everything that’s going on…and how much I want you.”

  Elodie washes off my hand and I don’t want a second longer to drag her back to her bedroom. I lay her back on her mattress and look at her. Fuck, this woman is so damn sexy. I have never wanted someone so much in my life.

  12

  Elodie

  David eyes take me in with a wickedness, a desire on the surface dangerous…and calming. He pushes me back gently and I lay back on the mattress, looking up at him with eagerness. Still grinning, he undoes his tie and takes it out of his collar, unrolling it without taking his eyes off of me.

  He lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder, the tie still in his other hand.

  I immediately know what he wants, and my clit twitches in anticipation. This is exactly the kind of distraction and escape I need from today.

  I stick out my hands and he ropes the tie around me wrists.

  “Lift your arms.” David licks his lips as he ties my hands to the bed’s overhead bar.

  I test his knot and try to break free - there is no getting out.

  “If you want free, you just tell me, Elodie.” The sultry sound of David’s voice is almost as good as his touch on my skin.

  “I don’t want free. I want to escape…but not from these.” I wiggle my hands, pushing my breasts out as well to get him to touch me even a second sooner than he plans to. Having my hands trapped is making me particularly needy, I realize. I actually whimper with need. Things are always so intense with David, but this is really dialing it up a notch.

  Which I really fucking like.

  Climbing on top of me, David kisses my forehead gently, then kisses the tip of my nose and my lips.

  “I need you, Elodie.” I see the raw need in his eyes that I feel in my body.

  “I need you too,” I whisper back. It was such a simple thing to say, almost pointless, but I still love the way those words feel in my mouth. I want him to know that I do feel the same. That right now, everything he wants to do to me is everything I’m aching to experience. I want to escape into wanton lust with him and worry about nothing else right now.

  David runs his hands up and down my body, stroking first over my sweatpants, and then yanking them off and revealing that I’m not wearing any panties. David runs his fingers back up my thighs and I’m aching for him to touch me more. I sway my hips from side to side, almost begging for him to touch me there, but David doesn’t…yet.

  His hand goe
s to my cheek, stroking it, and then David brushes his thumb over my slightly parted lips. I open my mouth wider and he places his thumb inside my mouth. I suck on it, just a tease of what I could do to him. He runs his fingers down my jawline, then my collarbone, and then to the valley between my breasts. He brushes his fingertips over the curve of my tits and then he continues down to my stomach. When he reached there, he lifts my top and slides his hand underneath it. David’s hand under my shirt makes me ache with need but he doesn’t touch my breasts like I’m aching for him too. Instead, he tears my shirt right off.

  I didn’t expect that and I moan in surprise, my heart threatening to beat right out of my chest.

  David strokes his fingers along my back, teasing up my spine and making me shiver.

  I arch my back, feeling my chest rise, begging him to touch my breasts I’m trying to shove into his touch. But, again, he doesn’t do what I want or expect.

  This is about need, not want. David’s not going to give me what I want, but what I need more than anything. What we both need.

  Despite knowing this, I’m slowly going crazy watching David as he just stands there and watches my reactions as his fingers stroke up and down my sides. I’m shivering, I’m needy, and I want so much more that what he’s doing…but I love the anticipation no matter how crazy it makes me.

  He grabs the hem of my pants and pulls them down my legs. I lift my ass up, making it easier for him. Here I am, my arms tied to a bed, naked, and still David isn’t really touching me. I can already feel my wetness dripping down my inner thighs.

  Just fuck me already! I beg mentally. Or kiss me or… Just touch me, please!

  Instead of doing any of that that, he rises from the bed and, turning his back to me, crosses the room and opens a drawer. I can’t see what he was doing, but when he turns to me, David has two scarves in his hands and a truly wicked look in his face. That look tells me that I’m in for one amazing night, whatever it is that he has in store for me. There’s a lightness to David right now that makes me feel lighter, too. He’s somehow freer right now than when we were talking earlier. I want to say something to him, do something for him, I don’t know.

  I only have my body and this experience to make sure that David knows, even in some small way, how I feel about…this moment.

  Fuck, I don’t have lie to myself or to you! I want David to know how I feel about him. Of course, to know that, I need to know how I feel about him…right?

  Wrong!

  David unrolls the scarves and, sitting at the foot of the bed, wraps each one of them around my ankles and ties them to the bar, spreading my legs wide.

  “David…” I whisper, the sound of it almost like a moan as I squirm in place what little amount of movement I can manage. “Don’t you want me, too?”

  David smiles at me, knowing he has total control and I’m playing my own game here, trying to goad him into giving us what we both want right now. “Patience, Elodie. Of course I want you now, but I also need to give you everything I can before you cum. I want you drunk on desire, sated on pleasure, blissed out and satisfied..”

  My jaw goes slack because his every word is like erotic poetry to me. I fucking crave everything he’s looking to give me but my body is so eager I can’t control the little whimper that escapes my lips.

  He sits next to me, lowering his head so that his lips are just an inch away from mine. I try to lift my head and kiss David’s lips, but I am tied tightly and his lips are just out of my reach. I lay there, neck craned out and lips parted, craving his kiss.

  David gets a wide smile on his face. His voice is commanding yet quiet as a whisper “Someone’s very eager,” he says, resting one finger softly over my collarbone and making my skin prickle. Just one touch of his finger and I am already losing my mind. He let his finger slid down, stopping right between my breasts, then outlining his finger around each. I can feel my nipples pulsing, yearning for his touch. But he doesn’t touch them - he traces the contour of each of my breasts with his index finger, circling around it with only his fingertip smoothly brushing against my skin.

  I strain against my binds, closing my eyes and biting on my lip. I can’t believe what a frenzy he’s worked me into when in truth he’s barely touched me.

  I let a moan escape my lips as his finger goes over the curve of my breast and circles my hard nipple without touching it. Then he goes down to my other breast and does the same there. He leans into my breasts and a sense of relief washes over me as I think he’s going to take his mouth to my nipple; yet, once again he stops just an inch from it, blowing softly. His cool breath on my breast was making me dizzy - I am sure I will go insane if he doesn’t touch me soon. Just how long can I endure this erotic torture?

  David takes his hands down my body, fingers stopping just short of my clit as he trails down my sensitive skin. I’m shivering and aching with need, and I try to press my pussy forward and into his face. I want to feel more than his breath, more than his fingers tracing around me. I want his tongue, his lips, on my pussy.

  And his lips just lightly kiss and I think I hear a choir of angels singing ‘Hallelujah’ in my head.

  His lips lift off my pussy and I cry out.

  “Don’t keep being greedy when you know I’m going to take care of you,” David says. His voice is so sensual it makes my pussy throb just listening to it. I think he could read me a grocery list and it could turn me on. That’s how erotic his voice is.

  “What do you want, Elodie?” he asks, taking his fingers up my belly and back to the base of my breasts. “You seem awfully impatient.”

  “David, please…” I half moan. “I want…” I struggle to get that much out and I kinda devolve into a whimper.

  “Want what?” David’s voice folds over me, enveloping me with desire so strong that it makes me curl my toes.

  “I want you to fuck me… Please…” I’m already begging, but the throbbing in my pussy won’t let me shut up and let David work his magic.

  David laughs, his mouth close enough to my pussy that I feel his warm breath over my skin and shiver .“I will… when you’re ready.”

  “Mmmm.” I can’t say much more right now. I’ve totally devolved into being non-verbal, but at least it is keeping me from shouting out just how ready I feel right now.

  “Good girl,” David says with a smile.

  I can feel David’s eyes all over my exposed by body, but I squeeze my eyes shut in hopes that soon he’ll be touching me because I’m losing my mind.

  I feel the tip of his finger brushing over one of my nipples. It takes just that touch for me to moan as loudly as if he was inside of me. If I am already responding like that I can’t even imagine what it will feel like when his cock is finally inside of me.

  David presses a trail of kisses down my jawline and then my neck, then continuing down to my collarbone and to the base of my breasts, laying gentle kisses around them in a maddening climb to my nipples. I can feel my muscles already twitching, every sensation heightened as I am acutely aware of his mouth on me.

  I moan as his tongue touches me, licking in circles around my nipples when finally he flicks it actually over my nipple!

  More, more, more! A parade could be marching inside me right now, or fireworks getting shot off. After so much teasing, finally he’s licking my nipples. It feels so good I think I might cum right away, just from this.

  He lowers his head and fits my nipple between his lips, sucking on it slowly as his fingers trail down my belly and crawl down to my inner thigh. My hips sway on instinct, my pussy aching and begging to be touched. He takes his time, stroking my inner thighs and teasing, coming close to my labia but never actually touching it.

  And then he does!

  He runs his index finger from the base of my pussy to my clit, brushing against it so softly I can barely feel it - and yet, in such a way that I couldn’t feel much more than that. There is no pressure on his finger, it felt as light as a feather on me, but as it rubbed against my
clit it is as if lightning has struck my body. I convulse, my limbs straining against my binds as I arch my back and thrust my hips upward while ecstasy banishes all my thoughts.

  David presses hard against my pussy now, cupping it and pinning me against the mattress as I succumb to my orgasm. I didn’t know that I could be teased into that much of a frenzy I could orgasm like that! It is absolutely insane, and it only makes me want more. God, I am hungry for his body, for his cock. It is a good thing that he didn’t release me from the tie and scarves, because I would have climbed on top of him and buried his cock inside of me as hard, quick, and fast as possible.

  Oh, yeah, in this moment I am that crazy for David.

  “David…” I start, not sure what to say. “Fuck.”

  “That,” he said, smiling at me and leaning in to kiss me, “was my absolute pleasure. Yours too, I see.”

  “More,” I grin at him, licking my wet lips. “I want more.”

  “I live to serve, Elodie,” he replies, pressing his mouth against mine. I let my tongue reach for his, violently dancing and flicking at it while I tilt my head from side to side. He stops the kiss when he grabs at my hair behind my head, forcing me to tilt it up and bare my neck to him. He kisses it, his mouth then jumping to my breasts and sucking hard on my nipples, all the slow tortuous teasing finally over. His hands squeeze my breasts hard, his touch sending flames of wanton desire down to my drenched pussy.

  I am the wettest I have ever been in my entire life.

  I lift my ass up from the bed and rock my hips against the mattress, calling his attention there, begging for his touch between my legs. His hand darts there in a fraction of a second, pinning me down as he cups my pussy, his thumb right above my clit. He presses down on it, rubbing it in circles and making me gasp.

  I want to grab his hand and make him finger me, but I am helplessly bound, so all that I can do is moan and beg. Perhaps he takes some pity on me, because David starts brushing his finger along my pussy, parting my labia as he does. Then, in a flash, he slides one finger inside in a hooking motion. I gasp, choking down a loud moan, and he slides in one more finger as he keeps rubbing my clit.