Three Swedish Mountain Men: A Reverse Harem Romance

Eli looks over. “Oh, baby. It looks even better on you than I imagined.” He reaches out for me, and I walk into his arms, letting him rub his fingers over the fabric on my hips. “Fuck. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

I sway into him, then jump as I feel hands on my shoulders. Riven turns me gently to face him, spinning me in place like a ballerina. He runs his eyes over me slowly, drinking me in so thoroughly that heat rises to my cheeks. He notices, and lifts a hand to stroke a thumb over my cheekbone, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You have good taste,” he tells Eli drily.

Eli doesn’t respond, too busy smoothing his hands over the silk on my ass. He cups my cheeks, squeezing, then gives me a little stinging pinch, making me jolt. Riven slips a finger under one of the little lacy straps, tugging it off my shoulder. Then he pulls me closer and buries his face in my tits. I actually cry out, overwhelmed by the feeling of his hot lips trailing down the sensitive skin. His stubbled cheeks rough against me as he mouths at my breasts, breathing hard.

Behind me, Eli slips a hand up the inside of my thigh, reaching between my legs. He slicks two fingers down between my folds, sucking in a breath. “Baby. You’re soaked.”

I shiver and don’t say anything as he trails his thumb around my slit, teasing me until I buck my hips back into him. He lifts up the hem of the slip and nips at my buttcheek, making me yelp.

“What do you want,” Riven says, kissing his way over my breasts. My eyes flutter closed as he sucks on a nipple, wetting it through the fabric.

“You. Both. Now.”

“Why don’t you take her first?” Eli says, sliding his fingers between my lips one last time, then removing his hand. I watch as he sprawls back on the couch, throwing an arm around the back of it, and licks his fingers off lazily. “I’m quite enjoying the view.”

Riven looks at me, and I nod, running a hand through his curly hair. “Condoms?” He rasps.

I consider. We’ve already had The Bareback Talk; Riv produced bloodwork results for both of them, and I got tested right after breaking up with Sam. I’ve had the coil for the last couple of years, so we’re in the clear to do whatever we want.

Whatever we want.

I want a lot of things.

“I want you to come in me,” I decide.

Riv makes a noise at the back of his throat, then wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up, right off the ground. I yelp as he spins me around and slams me up against the wall, so his chest is pressed against my back, and his cock is rubbing between my asscheeks. Sliding a hand under the slip, he feathers his fingers down my pussy. “You’re so wet,” he mutters. I push back into him, keening, as he rubs up against me. His hands rove all over me, cupping my ass, squeezing my hips, and I clamp my eyes shut, feeling waves of tingles rush over my skin. The hard tip of his cock presses between my legs, teasing me until I start bucking back onto it, trying to take it inside me. Riv swears in Swedish  as he gives in and pushes into me slowly. I feel myself opening up for him, blooming like a flower. He slicks inside of me, inch by inch, and my mouth falls open at the intense feeling of fullness. My hands fly out. I grasp onto his taut, trembling bicep, and for a moment, we’re still.

“Good?” He murmurs, and I nod.

“Please. Please, please.”

He flattens a hand on the wall and presses a kiss to the nape of my neck. “Sweet girl,” he whispers, then starts to fuck me with strong, heavy thrusts. I let my head fall back on his shoulder as he drives into me hard, melting in his embrace. I can’t do much else; I can barely stand. His fingers clench on my hips, and I feel the muscles in his chest and arms flexing as he pounds into me, his thick cock sliding against my sensitive walls over and over and over again. My toes curl, and I choke for breath as I feel my orgasm already shuddering up inside me, dangling over my head, just out of reach. I squirm, but I just can’t get there. “More,” I rough out.

He obeys, pressing me even harder into the wall. My breasts are crushed up against the wood panelling, my nipples rubbing against the teasing, slippery silk of the slip. His hot breath stutters against my neck as he picks up the pace, battering into me. I start to moan over and over as each thrust draws me a tiny bit closer to the edge. Riv licks his finger, then reaches down and drags it around my clit.

It’s too much. I jerk against him. “Oh, God, Riv—”

“Shh,” he whispers, nipping at my earlobe. He starts lightly stroking the side of my clit in time with his thrusts. His touch is teasing and frustrating, too light to do anything but inflame me more. I wriggle against him, gasping and sighing. He just keeps thudding that perfect spot deep inside me, smacking the sensitive nerves, sending pleasure sparking through me. Right when I think I can’t handle it anymore, I’m actually about to murder this man, he gives in and rolls his thumb over my clit. I half-scream when my orgasm hits me, bursting up in my stomach and shooting all through my body. I collapse against Riv’s chest, and he holds me up as I tremble and writhe, grinding back on his dick, clawing at his forearm. His thrusts are getting shaky and uneven. He’s close, but he’s trying to hold back. I push my ass back into him, rubbing into him as my orgasm fades, and I think I hear Eli wolf-whistle in the background.

“You’re sure?” Riven rasps against my ear.

“Yes. God, just come, Riv. Come in me.”

I cry out as he digs his fingers into my hips and finally lets go. His orgasm is a full-body shudder, and warmth spreads through my belly as he spills into me, filling me deep. I close my eyes. It feels incredible. He keeps pounding into me as he comes, grinding against my G-spot, panting into my hair. Eventually, though, his thrusts slow to a stop. We both stand, panting, our hips still making tiny little rocking motions against each other. He rubs his lips down my neck, across my shoulders, his hot breaths fogging against my shivery skin.

“You’re a dream,” he rasps.

“Good show?” I call weakly to Eli over my shoulder.

“Critics give it ten out of ten.” He stands, shaking his auburn curls out of his eyes. His bottom lip is red, like he’s been biting it, and he’s breathing too hard. He takes my hand. “My turn, I think.”

Riv touches his lips to the back of my head, then pulls out slowly. I rub my thighs together, trying to fill the empty ache he’s left behind. Warm, sticky wetness dribbles down my legs, and I smile. My whole body is humming. I feel hot as fuck.

Eli gently eases me out of Riv’s arms, tugging me into a tight hug. I’d honestly expected him to just toss me onto the couch, so the gesture is kind of heart meltingly sweet. I snuggle into him, feeling my breathing settle.

“How d’you want it, sweetheart?” He whispers in my ear. “From behind?”

“On my back,” I order. “Wanna see your face.”

“Who wouldn’t?” He grins, pushing me toward the sofa. I’m spread out on my back, and Riv, still sweating and breathing hard, slips a couple of pillows under my shoulders as Eli gets into position between my legs. I dig my heels into the muscled V of his back, trying to pull him into me, and he rubs his cock against my lips, making me moan and squirm.

“Eli… please…”

“Come on, honey. Get me all slick for you. Don’t want you getting sore.” He rolls his hips again, spreading my wetness down his length. I don’t know how he’s handling it. He’s so hard it looks almost painful, his thick cock flushed and weeping. As I watch, he reaches down and cups his balls, a look of discomfort flitting over his face. The poor man’s probably been hard half of the day.

“Does it hurt?”

“Like shit. I’d rather be kicked in the nuts.” He grins. “Not for much longer, though, right?” He reaches down and starts to play with my clit. I tremble, moaning, and his smile gets even wider. “These noises you make. Can I record you? Make you my morning alarm?”

“No you fucking cannot.”

Riv slumps back into the armchair to watch. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch him stroking himself back to hardness. I choke as Eli gives my clit a little pinch. “ELI. Fucking get inside me.”

He laughs, lining the head of his cock up. He doesn’t need to ease himself in like Riv did; I’m already loose and aching for him. Instead, he grabs my knees, pushes them apart, and then spears into me in one solid thrust. I gasp, every nerve in my body electrifying as he starts up a punishing pace, slamming into the front wall of my pussy, lighting my insides on fire.

“Higher,” I moan. He lifts my hips a little, hitting a better angle, and I just about melt into the couch. “Oh… Please…. Please… Please…” is all I can say, as he drives himself into me. It feels incredible.

I’m so distracted, I barely even notice the creak of the kitchen door opening. It only registers when Eli freezes mid-thrust. My heart drops into my stomach. Slowly, I tip my head back to see Cole, standing in the kitchen doorway, holding a glass. He’s shirtless, dressed only in a pair of jeans. His blonde hair is damp, and his bright blue eyes are wide as he looks me over. Holy shit, the guy is jacked. His abs are like a pile of bricks stacked on top of each other, and his arms are roped with muscle. I glance up to his shoulder, and see Riv’s taken his stitches out; the bite is already fading to a reddish scar. It fits right in—he’s got scars all over him, some new, some old. He looks like some kind of Viking warrior.

He doesn’t say anything as my eyes finally climb back to his face. The others are still frozen around me, waiting for me to say something.

I hold my hand out to him. “Wanna join?”