Three Swedish Mountain Men: A Reverse Harem Romance

Feeling Daisy shake with pleasure against me is so goddamn hot, I almost lose it right there, with her ass jerkily rubbing my cock through my jeans. I tighten my grip on her wrists. I can feel her pulse fluttering against my thumbs. She squirms on top of me, sweating and crying out as Eli keeps licking her, milking out the orgasm. Eventually, though, she starts to shudder with overstimulation. Her hands jerk in my grasp, so I let them go, and she grabs his head, pushing it away. “Oh my God.” She breathes, sitting up on my lap. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair falls loose around her shoulders. “What the—”

Eli stands, wiping off his wet mouth, and grins at me. “Think she’s ready for you.”

Daisy squeaks as I give her nipple one last little twist, then stand, switching positions with Eli. He turns her in place, draping her legs over the arm of the settee, while I quickly lose my jeans. Daisy’s eyes widen as she notes my lack of underwear. I snap open the condom Eli hands me and roll it on, then come to stand between her knees, putting a hand on each thigh, gently parting her legs. She’s pink and glistening in the firelight. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat.

“Yes?” I ask.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”

I trail my fingers down her shining labia, carefully spreading them, drinking the sight of her in. This will be the first time I’ve had sex with a woman in over five years. I thought I might never again. I want to enjoy the moment.

She shifts, restless. Wetness drips and sticks to her legs. She wants to rub her thighs together, to get a bit of pressure to relieve the ache, but I brace her legs firmly, letting the tip of my cock nudge her clit very, very lightly. It twitches angrily, and she chokes, trying to buck against me. “Get in me. Now. God. Now. Please. Please, Riv—”

“Shh.” I stroke her thigh, then reach down to trail my finger very delicately through her folds, tracing the contours of her soft skin. She moans, shivering, then reaches out and grabs my hand. “Please,” she whispers, her brown eyes melting into mine. “It hurts.”

Well, we can’t have that. I finally line myself up, swallowing through my dry throat. Very slowly, I push into her.

She feels incredible. Soft and wet and burningly hot. And she’s tight, too, so much so I have to slide into her in increments, giving her time to stretch and take me. She tosses her head back, a pink flush spreading down her neck and chest. When I’m fully sheathed inside her, she goes still.

I force myself to stop. “Am I hurting you?” I ask quietly.

“No. Feels good,” she mumbles, shifting around. “Full.” She twists to look at Eli. “You, too, please.”

“So polite,” he teases. “Where d’you want me, babe?”

“My mouth,” she says hoarsely.

He doesn’t need telling twice. I try to hold myself steady as he slowly slides his cock into her mouth, but as I watch her full, pink lips curl around him, my hips jump, and I can’t help thrusting slightly into her. She whines.

“Fuck,” I hear Eli mutter under his breath. I grip onto the arm of the sofa, my knuckles turning white, trying to keep my body under control. “Ready, Riv?”

I give him a nod, then roll my hips back and slam into her, hard. She cries out in pleasure, her back arching. I grab her thighs, wrap them around my hips, and start up a heavy, pounding rhythm of thrusts. She moans and twists, pushing her pelvis up into mine as she sucks on Eli. I can see her head bobbing enthusiastically as he fucks her mouth. She’s clearly loving this, throwing herself into it as she tastes him. Her cheeks are pink, and his face is screwed up in pleasure.

I’m amazed at how easily she falls into the swing of things. Finding someone to do this with is more complicated than just scouting out a girl who’s willing; we need to all be on the same wavelength, or the rhythm will be off, and the sex will just be awkward and clunky. I swear to God, it’s never been this easy. It’s like she was made to match us.

I tighten my hands on her thighs and drive into her, feeling her walls clamp down hard on me, sucking me in. She feels like heaven, slippy and hot and greedy around my cock. Through it all, she keeps licking at Eli. Judging by the noises coming out of his mouth, she’s good. Maybe too good.

“Herregud.” I glance up to see him pulling gently out of her mouth. She whines, arching after his cock. Her lips are red and wet, and my balls ache at the sight of them. “Sorry, babe,” he says. “I can’t handle much more of that.” He swallows. “Not ready for this to end.” She presses a sucking kiss to his tip, and he groans, running a hand over his eyes.

“Daisy,” I ask, fighting to keep my voice level. Like I’m talking to a patient. “Do you often have multiple orgasms?”

“Yeah,” she gasps. “When I’m alone, anyway. But never when I’m with a g—”

I roll my hips, hitting the sensitive tissue deep inside her, right at the back of her pussy.

She cries out, her head falling back, and I feel her grip my cock as she starts to orgasm again, her thighs locking around me.

“Pretty,” Eli mutters, watching with hungry eyes as she tosses her head back. “Pretty, pretty, pretty girl. Titta vad fin hon är.”

I nod in agreement. Still coming, she grabs him by the neck and yanks him down to kiss her. The two of them kiss sloppily while I piston into her, fucking her right through the orgasm, slamming over and over again into her tightness.

Eventually, she pulls away from Eli. Her full tits shudder as she heaves for air. “Riven—” She tries to squirm away from me. “I can’t—”

“Relax,” I command. “You can.”

“I can’t do it again, I, I—” I drop a hand to tickle over her clit, and heat rises in her cheeks. “Holy shit.” Her eyes widen. “Oh, oh, oh my God—p-please don’t stop, Riven, please, please.”

I don’t stop. I keep going, pounding into her, gritting my teeth. She cries out with every thrust, arching like she’s being electrocuted. Eli stands and presses the head of his cock back against her lips. She opens her mouth and swallows him down, sucking at him frantically, like she can’t wait to taste him again. I can feel my balls tightening and set my jaw. I can’t hold out much longer.

Apparently, neither can the other two.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Eli says. “Baby, baby.” He touches her shoulder. “You want me to pull out, honey?”

She can’t talk, but she makes a disapproving sound around his dick.

“Yeah?” He pants, his hips stuttering. “You wanna take it, babe?”

She nods. He throws back his head and shouts as he comes. His hand fists in her hair, pulling, and I guess Daisy must like that, because the slow wave of a third orgasm finally hits her, his come still filling her mouth. Her pussy clenches around me like a vice, gripping me as her walls start to pulse, and it’s suddenly all too much. I roar as I finally let go, my eyes slamming shut.

After over five years of rubbing myself off like a teenager, coming inside a woman—especially a woman this unbelievably sexy—is almost overwhelming. My hips batter into her as I explode, losing all control. My mind goes empty and gold and fucking sings like a struck bell, and I keep pumping into her, holding her thighs tightly against me until my balls feel completely drained.

When I finally slump back into my body, I realise Daisy’s still moaning and gasping. I open my eyes to see Eli on his knees, sucking at one of her nipples. He looks up at me and grins. “One for the road.”

“You never know when to quit, do you?” Still catching my breath, I carefully slide out of her, rubbing my softening cock up against her clit. She wriggles and chokes, body jerking, as Eli keeps playing roughly with her nipples. I grind up against her, adding to the pressure.

“I can’t,” she whispers. “I can’t, I can’t, ooh—” Her hand flails out weakly, coming to tangle in Eli’s curls. “Please. It feels so—”

“Sh. You’re almost there, sweetheart.” I stroke her thigh, rubbing my cock harder against her. Her mouth falls open with a gasping frown. I hold her hips steady as she shudders, whimpers, then falls off the cliff one last time. This time, both me and Eli get a front-seat view as pleasure wracks her body, twisting and shaking through her. Her lashes flutter, and a mascara-stained tear track streaks down her cheek. Eli dips to lick it up, then nuzzles into her neck.

How did we get this lucky?

She’s still moaning softly as I slide my hands under her and lay her on the floor. Eli flops down next to us. I dispose of the condom, and then we all end up in a tangle on the rug, panting. Eli’s lying behind Daisy, his face buried in her hair. She’s plastered against my front, her tits crushed against my chest. The fire crackles in the stone fireplace, heating our bodies. I close my eyes, stroking my hand slowly over her hip as she catches her breath. She’s still flinching and twitching with little aftershocks. Her cheeks are flushed, and her brown eyes are all glassy and hazy. She looks wrecked. 

“Our poor baby,” Eli mumbles. “Did we break you, Tink?” He smooths some hair off her face.

“Holy crap,” she whispers. “Um. Wow.” She rolls over a bit, trembling. “I’ve never come that many times.”

He presses a quick kiss to her lips. “That’s what we like to hear.”

“Are you alright?” I ask her.

She looks at me through her lashes. “What do you think?”

“We didn’t overwhelm you?”

She shrugs. “Maybe. Maybe I like being overwhelmed.” She tilts her head onto my shoulder. “How was it for you?”

Eli grins. “The best sex I’ve had in years. Hell, I think Riv saw God there, for a bit. Thought he was gonna pass out.”

Daisy turns to me. “Do you, um, think Cole heard?”

“He might be in the barn. But probably. Does it bother you?”

She shivers as my thumb drifts over her nipple. “No,” she says, biting her lip. There’s something she’s not saying, but I don’t think now is the time to press it.

I stand. “Put her in my bed,” I tell Eli, switching to Swedish.

Eli frowns. “Why not mine?”

“Because I don’t trust your laundry skills.”

“Fuck you, I did my sheets yesterday!”

“Do you even know how the machine works?”

“Yes!”

Daisy smacks my chest weakly. “Hey. Don’t speak a foreign language when you just fucked me. It’s rude.”

“We’re talking about how hot you are,” Eli assures her, swinging her up in his arms. “I’m only putting her in your bed if I can come too,” he informs me.

I roll my eyes. “Fine.” It’s big enough for the three of us.

Daisy snuggles into his chest as he carries her through the hallway and into my bedroom. I flip on the light.

My room is a little messy. Everything is clean, but there are notes all over the desk, and a few piles of books stacked against the wall. Even though I keep buying more bookshelves, I can never keep up with my book-buying habit. It’s probably a diagnosable addiction at this point.

Eli carries Daisy over to the king-size bed, plopping her right in the middle of the white quilt. She rubs her face into my pillows. “Are these silk?” She mumbles.

“They keep Riv’s hair pretty.” Eli tosses back his own curls. “Of course, mine don’t need as much work. I’m a natural beauty.”

I don’t say anything, just enjoying the view of her curled up in my sheets. She’s still completely naked, pink and sweaty. Soft brown waves of hair float over my pillows. She wriggles under my gaze, pressing her thighs together. “What?”

“You look great in my bed.”

She blushes and stretches out her arms. “Come on, then. I want a double cuddle.”

I lift the cover and slide in beside her. She lays her head on my chest, curling up into a little ball. On her other side, Eli presses up against her back, spooning her. She grabs his hand and tugs it to wind around her, so he’s holding her tightly, then sighs happily.

“What do you think?” Eli mumbles. “Did you feel like a pig on a stick?”

I snort. She shakes her head, snuggling closer into me. “I feel happier than I have in a long, long time.”