Page 13 of The Cabin-A Reverse Harem Romance
“Please, Trevor,” I’d begged him. “Don’t stop.”
“No,” he said flatly, jumping from the bed.
He hurried and pulled his pants up, zipping them up without even looking at me. Tears had filled my eyes back then too. The rejection hurt me deeply, even though I understood. I’d struggled to forgive him, and things had never been the same. I feared they never would be.
My insides tingled as I heard Trevor jacking himself off though, and all of those old feelings came rushing to the surface. His breathing had gotten loud enough that I could hear it through the walls, and his groans grew ever more desperate. Biting my lip, it took everything in me not to walk through the bathroom separating our rooms and join in, risking everything, just to give him pleasure. To have him touch me again the way he had that night.
If I were being honest, the real reason I dated Brad so quickly was to forget about Trevor and everything I couldn’t have. I thought Brad was the answer. Thought he was the complete opposite of the men I loved with my heart. I figured he might help me see that they weren’t good for me or point out the flaws I’d blinded myself to. Problem was, he only reinforced what I already knew.
I wanted Trevor so badly it hurt. But it wasn’t just Trevor I wanted if I was being honest with myself.
I wanted them all. Each and every one of them I wanted to make my own. Seriously, what kind of fucked up wish was that? It was entitled and wrong. They deserved better than to share me. And it wasn’t like I’d want them to date anyone else either, but I’d expect them to share me – so it wasn’t exactly fair. Even if Aaron would have approved of that choice, it wasn’t right by the guys.
I was just going to have to find someone else, and it was more than obvious that Brad wasn’t it.
I pulled the blanket up over my body and squeezed my eyes shut tightly. The shower in the bathroom turned on, and I pictured Trevor stepping into it, naked and soaking wet. My insides tingled with a need. I wanted to join him, and I almost did it. Almost. It was a fight to keep myself in bed, rather than jumping up, and hustling into the bathroom.
In the end, all it took to snuff that urge was to remember that he was the one who pulled away, not me. I was only assuming he still wanted me, and that my face fueled his fantasies. Besides, Brad was upstairs. We might be broken up, but that wasn’t right. Not with him still in the cabin.
I’d been fondling my breast while talking myself out of joining Trevor in the shower. My hand moved lower and lower, stroking my belly before sliding under the waistband of my yoga pants. The warmth between my thighs felt good against my hand, and just like I thought, I was soaked.
I might not be able to fuck Trevor right now, but it didn’t stop my mind from wandering, and my more sensitive parts from wanting it. Since it was a fantasy, I didn’t stop it at Trevor either. In my mind, all my boys were with me, in this bed. Their hands moved over my naked body, and in the darkness, blinded by passion and lust, I couldn’t tell whose hands were whose. They all melded together in my mind.
I fantasized about the rough, calloused hands of hard-working men stroking my stomach, fondling my breasts, teasing my nipples. Their mouths took turns kissing me. Some kissed my lips. Others kissed my neck, and one mouth – I didn’t even pick amongst the boys but imagined all of them at one point or another – was down lower, kissing, and licking on the hot, wet center of me.
My hand played along my slit, pretending it was a tongue parting my lips. I whimpered as it came into contact with my clit, and I played with myself, circling it and teasing my opening.
“Yes, yes,” I mumbled under my breath.
I buried a finger inside of me, then another. Groaning, I begged my imaginary bed partners. “Fuck me, please. I need you inside of me.”
No one bothered to ask who I was talking to in my fantasy. One of them towered above me, thrusting into me. I arched my back and trembled as I fingered my pussy, thinking about being fucked by each of my brother’s best friends one by one. I wanted them all. They could take turns with me. I wanted each of their cocks inside of me, and I felt guilty for that. Only a bit, however, as this was only a fantasy I’d conjured up to get myself off.
