Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 38: On Reece's Lap

*Rose*

My night with Tristan was so different than anything I’ve ever experienced before. Just when I thought I was beginning to get a hang of this stuff, these men come along and do something I have never even thought of before.

As much as sex with the men makes me come undone, that vibrator felt amazing, and the next day, as I am sitting in my room, chatting with Shelby, I am trying to listen to her going on about how Beta Adam likes his eggs, but it’s hard for me to focus. The tingling sensation from the night before has my body trembling in anticipation even now.

“So… really if they’re too hard, he won’t eat the yolks, but if they’re too runny, well, he won’t eat anything on the plate.” She clears her throat, and I meet her eyes. “Are you even listening, Rose?”

“Yes,” I tell her. “Adam doesn’t like it too hard,” I say, and she starts laughing. I feel my face turning red. “I mean… he doesn’t care for white liquid.” I realize I am making it worse.

She explains, “No, the yolks can’t be runny. What’s gotten into you?”

I shrug. “I didn’t realize you had to cook for your husband. Why doesn’t he just eat what the chefs prepare for everyone else?”

A smile graces her pretty face. “He likes for me to cook breakfast for him. It’s the one sense of being a couple we can carry on since we spend nearly every evening in the dining hall with the king. But seriously… is everything full of innuendo now, Rose?” She bats her eyelashes at me, and I can’t help but blush again.

“I’m sorry. Maybe.”

“Well, how is it going?” she asks, leaning forward and resting her chin on her fist, her elbow digging into her knee. “You know, you never tell me about the juicy stuff.”

“Am I meant to?” I ask her. “I thought that was supposed to remain private.”

“Are you kidding? We’re best friends! If you can’t talk to me about sex, who can you talk to?” She swats at my leg.

My initial answer is, “No one,” but I don’t say that aloud. Instead, I say, “Well, you never talk about it.”

“I’m married! I have sex with the same man a couple of times a week.” She shrugs. “I mean, we do fun stuff sometimes, but mostly it’s just, ‘All right, Shelby, brace yourself.’” She impersonates Sam’s voice and makes a face, and I am dying of laughter.

I stop laughing and say, “I’m sorry.” I wonder if sex will ever turn into that for me, but I hope not.

“It’s okay. It happens sometimes in marriages, especially with a husband as busy as mine. But that doesn’t mean it will happen to you when you get married!” I can’t help but think that if I marry one of these men I’m falling for, he will be very busy, too.

“Anyway… have you done anything super fun?” she asks me.

Even though I am shy and don’t want to tell her, I find myself saying, “Well, last night… Tristan introduced me to a couple of his toys.”

She squeals and rubs her hands together. “Like what?”

“Well… he tied me up and then he used this thing called a vibrator.” I shrug, wondering how red my face is. “That was fun.”

She stares at me for a long moment, and I can sense that I’ve said something stupid… again. “Honey, you don’t have a vibrator?”

My eyes shift a few times as I ponder how to answer that. Finally, I ask, “Should I?”

“Hell yeah, you should,” she ecclaims. “Every woman should have one in her nightstand drawer. If you don’t, well, fuck… you’re missing out.”

“But why would I need one? I have four men to do that for me,” I remind her.

“That’s true, but sometimes a girl just need some alone time!” Shelby seems adamant about this.

“I wouldn’t even know where to get one!” I tell her, and she starts laughing. I’m not sure why that is funny. I decide to change the subject. “Now that I’ve divulged something, what about you? What else are you holding out on me?” All this time, she’s known about vibrators and hasn’t said a word.

“Huh, well, have you ever had sex in a chair?”

“A chair?” I repeat.

She nods. “It’s the best!”

For the next half hour or so, Shelby tells me all about how they sometimes have sex in a straightbacked, armless chair, and I know the next time I see Adam, I will not be able to look into his eyes.

Perhaps it is better to keep one’s sexy stories to oneself….

Later that evening, Reece comes to my room. I have decided not to go to his room anymore because it is too… untidy.

We are sitting on my bed, locked in an embrace, kissing, when he asks, “What do you wanna do, darlin’?”

Immediately, my eyes go to the chairs that are sitting around the little dining table in the corner. Two have arms–two do not.

“I have an idea,” I tell him, feeling my face flush again.

“Anything you want, sweet Rose,” he says in a breathless whisper as he kisses me again, his lips lingering on mine.

In my mind, I think through everything Shelby has described to me. I think this shouldn’t be too complicated, so I stand and pull Reece with me across the room.

When he sees where I am going, he seems confused at first. But then, I pull a chair out and dim the lights slightly. If I’m going to be fully nude on his lap in this chair, I probably don’t want the glaire of overhead lights on my glistening body.

“Take your clothes off,” I demand in a sultry voice. Shelby had told me that she likes to say that to Adam, and he digs it, so why not?

Reece’s smile is bright enough for me to see in the darkness as he begins to strip. I watch, and it is a turn on. He takes his time, teasing me, and when he stands before me with only his pants and briefs left, I reach forward and drag my fingernails down his chest as he undoes his zipper and lets his pants fall.

I yank his underwear down, and he barely has time to step out of them before I shove him backward into the chair. He chuckles at me, his erection standing at full attention between us.

“Your turn,” he says to me, taking his thick cock in his hand.

I grin at him as I stand back and pull my dress off over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, so all that’s left is my silk thong. I slid it down my hips, my thighs, and then slip out of it as he ogles my breasts.

Leaning forward, I kiss him first before I finally move into position, my legs on either side of him. He holds his dick erect, and when I come down, I take him in completely.

Both of us gasp from the pleasure of it. I fit so snuggly on his lap with him filling in my every space. It’s as if I’m meant to be here.

He rests his hands on my hips, and I kiss him, running my tongue along the top of his as I slowly begin to move, using the leverage of having my feet on the floor to help me stand up and come down hard on him.

At first, I move with a purpose, grinding against him with every steady pass. But then, the better he begins to feel, the faster I move, the harder I slam into him, until he is moving with me, lifting me and slamming me down so fast, that I feel like I’m the vibrator now.

It doesn’t take long at all in this position for me to start crying out. His mouth has latched onto one of my breasts, and that just makes it feel even better as wave after wave of ecstasy ripples through my body.

When Reece comes, it is violent enough that the chair screeches on the floor, and I am afraid for a moment we might tip it over, but we don’t. His warmth radiates throughout me, and I kiss him once more, quickly, before I move to the bed to lie on my back with my legs up.

It takes him a moment to join me, but when he does, he pulls my head against his chest. “Fuck, Rose,” he moans. “Where the hell did you get that idea from?”

I wonder if he is thinking I may have done that with one of the other guys, and I hate that he even thinks that way.

“From… a book,” I lie, not wanting him to have the same trouble I will have when it comes to looking Adam in the eye.

“Well… you need more books from that author,” he jokes, kissing me.

I smile up at him, wondering if Shelby has any more tricks up her sleeve.