“Not true. They keep coming back for more.”
He shifts his phone to show me an image. The man is laying on his back in a field of grass. The camera must be at his chin and it’s looking down his body. Between his pectorals, over his abdominals, the sheet that’s casually draped over his crotch is positioned just so that it’s covering his dick and yet, there’s a slight teasing gap where the sheet doesn’t touch his stomach and you can just barely see under. Too bad the lighting is such that you can’t actually see anything.
“Yep, that’s a good one.”
We scrolled in quiet for a minute before turning our phones almost simultaneously toward each other. Mine was a play off the one I’d just shown him but there was nothing covering his body. Just the low light with the sun nearly set in the background and he was holding out his boxers, clearly saying he was naked.
Tem’s was a man with his hands up, braced on a rock arch. His entire body flexed and on display, his ass framed by a jock strap.
“Yep, do that one.”
He grinned, pulling his phone toward him. Tem was looking for more poses and while we were actually trying to find multiple people in the same image while it remained tastefully sexy, we weren’t having much luck. So we’d resorted to single images where he could add more people in.
“And the second man in front of him, clearly naked and peeking over his shoulder. You can see his hip, nothing on him, and his arm curling up their back,” I said.
“Perfect. Taking notes.”
I sighed, shifting to lay my head against his shoulder as I scrolled through more. He didn’t say anything as he moved his hand to rest on my thigh. Keeping me close. Letting us share each other’s body heat.
These moments need to last forever. Just in case forever had an expiration date.
Hadley
Sweet moments turnedinto insatiable hunger. A desperate need to touch and be touched as fear and uncertainty became a familiar skin. This evening, we would be moving out. We would be making our stand. While the sweet moments never stopped, they were loudly punctuated with frantic need to be as close as possible.
I started out the morning with two of my husbands. Notus and Taranis took turns licking me and each other. Stuffing their dicks in me. One of my favorite moments was forming a triangle, our heads connected to another’s crotch. As good as Tara’s mouth was on me, watching Notus swallow Tara’s cock was what really had my blood pumping in my ears.
I loved being a part of their play. It was obvious that they’d been together for years. In the way they moved and touched and teased. Their quiet moments of whispered affection and heated praise.
I would imagine when you join lovers who’ve been together for years, it would be easy to feel like a third wheel. And while that always tickled the back of my mind that it was bound to happen, it never felt like that in reality.
They brought me into their wild, passionate, lingering sex. Never once letting me feel out of place or as an afterthought. While their focus on each other never lessened, their focus on me never felt less than either.
And when we were cleaned up of sweat and cum, we headed down to the spa on the basement level where their tattoo artist was waiting to mark my body as belonging to House Igarashi. I chose my thigh and relaxed in the chair as he continuously stabbed at my leg until I was gritting my teeth.
Wrapped in plastic and a bit of magic to make it heal quickly, we headed into The Harem Project for the final time. I mean, notfinalfinal. But you know. Final in this capacity. Today was the day we were heading out.
Our friends were waiting. With this many together, we no longer fit inside a conference room so we’d taken over a convention room instead. Objects were being handed out all around. The hum of voices filled my head as I momentarily tuned into the conversation around me.
Meanwhile, I stood there with my pants around my ankles and Akello on his knees, his hands on my thigh. Not the newly marked one but the opposite. I looked down as he did his thing.
“These are conductors,” Akello said as he strapped a band to my bare leg. Was I embarrassed to have my pants down in a room full of people that weren’t my men? Yeah, a little. But with the amount of time we spent together in the past several days, they may as well be our family. With as much sleep as we lost, they had too. Tirelessly preparing for this mission right by our sides. “It’ll hold energy, drawing it out and making it sharper. It basically amplifies what you’re already doing.”
I nodded as he stood, bringing the waistband of my leggings with him. As if I were one of his kids, he shifted his hands in the elastic around behind me and pulled it up over my ass. As he situated my leggings, I bit my lip not to laugh.
Akello realized what he did after a minute and paused, his hands still on my hips. Then he swore, and took a step back. “Good thing we stopped having kids,” he muttered. “I dress people without realizing I’m doing it.”
“Should I call you Daddy?” I asked, batting my lashes at him.
Nearby, his human said, “Yes. Please do, Hadley. The way he blushes is fucking hot.”
Akello glared at Jasper, but Jasper just licked his lips, raising his eyes in challenge. He sighed and gave me a flat look. “Don’t call me Daddy.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, dropping my voice to something sensual.
True enough, his cheeks got this adorable shade of pink. He wiped a hand over his face and turned away. “That’s it. I’m leaving you to the dogs.”
Laughing, I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Alright, alright. I’m done. You can dress me and swat my bottom and I won’t even call you Daddy.”
