Two Billionaires For Her: An MMF Romance

by Ellie Rowe

  Snap out of it.

  But then I realize that it’s really her. It’s Becky, she’s here- she’s actually here. I honestly thought I was just daydreaming again. But I wasn’t and Becky is standing just a few feet away from me, chatting up some boring corporate executive.

  I stare for a minute, knowing that I want to approach but unsure of what I’ll say.

  ‘Hey, it’s Darian, remember me? Yeah, I’ve been dreaming of blowing your back out since we last saw each other, how about you?’

  No, definitely can’t say that.

  I’m about to turn back around and get just one more drink at the bar for a little bit of liquid courage, but then Becky happens to look over, and we lock eyes. Her lips turn up into a wicked smile, and then she quickly ends her conversation and begins strutting towards me.

  “Are you stalking me?” She questions me.

  “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You do know that this is a gala for developers, right?”

  “Are you saying you want me to leave?”

  I would never.

  “Only if it’s with me,” I wink.

  “Ohh okay, he’s got jokes! Good one, Darian.”

  “You remembered my name.”

  “How could I forget?”

  She leans in and begins whispering in my ear.

  “I always make sure I know who the dicks I touch belong to.”

  “Wow, that’s a lot of names to remember,” I joke.

  Becky bursts into laughter, and playfully punches my arm. And once again, I’m struck by her. But this time, not by her looks, by her laughter. It’s musical, like a song, and I catch myself staring at her lips.

  “You’re funny,” she says.

  But I don’t hear her, because I’m still staring at her lips.

  “What?”

  “I said, you’re funny. Like actually funny.”

  “So I’ve been told.”

  “You know, I’m happy to see you here,” she says.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, you’ve kind of been stuck in my mind.”

  “Ooo, what kind of things have I been doing in your mind?”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she winks.

  I would. I would very much like to know. But there’s something else I would like to know, and something that I’ve actually been wondering since I met Becky. What the hell is a girl like this doing around Max Kleeberger? Makes me wonder what he’s up to. Or what she’s up to.

  “So, what are you doing here anyway?” I ask.

  “Oh, I’m here as Peter’s date! He’s off somewhere talking to some clients I think.”

  I stop short. She’s here with Peter? My archenemy Peter? Why the hell would she be here with him. Are they together now?

  I can tell she’s watching my face and waiting for me to say something, but I’m so filled with rage over the fact that Peter is going after the same girl I am, just like he did back when we were in college, that I forget where I am for a minute.

  The thing with Peter and I was never really resolved, and so it’s still there, in the back of my mind, always. I mean, Pete and I were best friends. Maybe even more than best friends at a certain point. But he did the unspeakable to me. And I can never forgive him for that- especially when he never even apologized to me for it.

  “Darian? Did you hear me?”

  “Huh?”

  “I said I’m here with Peter, as his date.” She smiles.

  “Oh, yeah sorry- for not paying attention and that you’re here with Peter. Hey, can I get you a drink?”

  “I would love a drink. And what is up with you and Petey anyway? Any time either of you hears the other name, you both get all weird. What’s that about?”

  Gross- Petey? They’re already exchanging cutesy nicknames?

  “Oh, just some old college drama. It’s nothing. anyway, what’s your drink of choice?”

  “Double shot of Don Julio, with a little spritz of lime.”

  “Nice choice, I’ll have the same.”

  Becky and I maintain eye contact as we take our shots, and I realize that now’s my chance. I grab her by the hand and whisk her off to the nearest lounge.

  I shut the door behind us and push her up against the wall. Our lips collide, instantly feeling their way around each other and working in unison. It’s better than any daydream I could’ve thought up.

  The more we kiss, the more I never want to stop. Finally tasting her lips on mine awakens something in me that I didn’t even know existed. It’s a hunger, mixed with deep satisfaction that I’ve never felt in an embrace with any other woman.

  I knew that I needed this woman.

  Nine

  Becky

  Trust me, I know this is wrong.

  To kiss a man while I’m on a date with another man? Yeah, that’s not something a nice lady should be doing. Then again, I’m not exactly a nice lady, am I?

  I’m Becky ‘Not a Nice Lady’ Brash.

  That might not make me immune to judgement, but at least it gives me enough fire to do this. In fact, you can scratch the ‘enough’ out of that sentence—the fire that’s burning inside me is powerful enough to torch the entirety of New York City.

  Not that I want to do that. As fun as it might be to set things on fire, what I want to do is more...carnal.

  “What are you thinking of?” Darian whispers, his deep rumble of a voice turning into a whisper. He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, and I notice he has a fire of his own, tall flames of lust dancing in his dark eyes.

  “Does it matter?” I move the hand I have on his chest down to between his legs. I turn my wrist around, splay my fingers over the hard shape hiding his pants, and give it a hard squeeze. “This thing here doesn’t seem to care about my thoughts. It seems more interested in other things.”

  I’m deflecting, but that’s because I’m more interested in his thoughts than he is in mine. What secrets does he hide behind these rakish dark eyes of his? What’s his connection to Max Kleeberger? I hope there’s no connection between Max, Peter and Darian, aside from the plot of land Wiggle Jiggle has been built on.

  Like I said before, it’d be a shame to put handcuffs on two men like that. Unless it’s all part of a kinky game and my bed posts are involved. If that’s the case, then I don’t mind whipping out the handcuffs.

  “Agreed.” Darian places a hand on my knee, and his long fingers slide up to the hem of my dress. “I’m sure your thoughts are lovely, but right now…” Without a moment’s hesitation, his fingers dive underneath the fabric and make for my thighs, his eager fingertips caressing my flesh.

  When he pushes the palm of his hand against my drenched thong, there’s little I can do but moan. My eyes roll in their orbits, pleasure cracks its whip at every single one of my nerve endings, and I get lost in the fog of lust.

  Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve hooked my fingers on his shirt. I drag him across the deserted lounge and toward one of the couches by the corner. Darian stops me halfway and a lazy grin dances across his face.

  “Gimme a second,” he says, and then he grabs a small couch and drags it toward the door. He jams the headrest under the handle, locking the door in place, and then walks up to me. “Done. No one’s going to bother us now.”

  “What?” Now’s my turn to grin. “You don’t want an audience?”

  “The things I’m about to do don’t require an audience,” he throws back, and then his mouth is back on mine. We kiss in a desperate manner, and soon enough we find ourselves on a long couch, our eager bodies laying over plush cushions.

  “Fuck, you’re delicious,” Darian whispers as he peppers my neck with kisses. His hands are busy too. His right one has returned to between my legs, where the slightest movement of his fingers is enough to make me gasp, and his right one goes from my right breast to my left.

  “Am I delicious?” I laugh, and then grab his hardness as viciously as I can. That makes him groan, but that groan comes brimming with pleasure. “What
about you? Are you delicious too?”

  “You’re more than welcome to have a taste,” he whispers again, and his hand goes from my breasts to my hair, his long fingers losing themselves there. When he grabs a handful of hair and pulls my head back, I offer him a savage grin as I look into his eyes.

  “Maybe I’ll do just that.” I free myself from his grasp fast. I turn my hips, slam my hands down on his chest, and force him to sit down on the couch. When I slide down from the cushions and kneel between his legs, I can’t help but notice Darian’s cock throbbing under his pants.

  I tear the clothes off his body as fast as I can, and his hard cock springs free to salute me. One lustful gaze into Darian’s eyes and then I go on the offensive, rolling my lips down the length of his cock. I only stop when I feel it pressed against the back of my throat.

  “Fucking hell,” he breathes out, his fingers threaded in my hair. He guides my movements for a while, but it isn’t long before I take back the reins, my mouth and hand working in tandem.

  “I need you,” Darian growls, hands on my wrists. He pulls me up and into him, and I’m out of my dress in the blink of an eye. It’s a miracle he didn’t tear the fabric apart.

  What he didn’t do with my dress, though, he does with my underwear. As soon as I’m out of my bra, my breasts spilling free, he hooks his fingers on my thong and pulls it against my thigh. There’s a ripping sound, and my drenched underwear is soon laying on the ground in tatters.

  “You’ve ruined it,” I say. “I might have to punish you for that.”

  “And how exactly are you—?”

  His words die in my throat as I lower my weight over him, easing his cock inside me. He’s impossibly thick, and that thickness pushes against my inner walls, stretching them back, but there’s no pain here. Instead, there’s only ecstasy, bright fire spreading from my aching pussy to the rest of my body.

  I ride him as if my life depends on it, and Darian thrusts upward just as passionately. Driven by lust, he soon turns me around and has me on all fours, my knees sinking into the padded cushions. He slams his cock back into me, his powerful thighs slapping my ass over and over again, and the sound of flesh on flesh explodes in the empty lounge.

  “Harder,” I moan, but I don’t even know where these words are coming from. All I know is that I want more of Darian, and I want that ‘more’ served as hard as possible.

  Instead of obliging, he pulls back from me. When I look back at him over one shoulder, there’s a devilish grin on his face. “Harder?” He repeats, and then his fingers are brushing against my wetness...and then up to my ass.

  “Harder.” I close my eyes and let him close the distance between us. No more than a second later and I feel the tip of his cock pressed tight against me...but not on my pussy. He takes his time as eases himself in but, once his long inches are buried deep inside, he goes back to that furious thrusting of his.

  Time seems to dilate and contract. He fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before—only Peter rivals him—and when the pressure starts rising inside me…

  It happens fast.

  One moment I’m moaning, the other I’m screaming, my voice exploding in the air violently enough to shatter my glass. A wave of ecstasy crashes against me, rippling over my body, and only then do I feel Darian’s cock throbbing, spilling his seed in my ass with each beat.

  Minutes later, when we’re both trying to catch our breath, I find myself saying the unthinkable.

  “Write down my address,” I tell him, “and pay me a visit later.”

  As I watch him type my address on his phone, his cock still half-hard between his legs, I feel my heart tighten inside my chest. I’ve only fucked Peter—and now Darian—so that I could get close to them, but if that’s the case…

  Then why do I feel so over the moon?

  Ten

  Darian

  I wake up feeling on top of the world, and it’s been a long time since I felt anything close to this. My night was amazing, and I slept like a baby. And I have a certain someone to thank for that.

  Becky.

  I honestly feel like I’m walking on clouds as I get ready for work. I’m not even stressing about the stupid board meeting I have to attend today. All I’m thinking about is my experience with Becky and how much I want it to happen again.

  So I think about that all the way through work. And through my morning coffee…and halfway through my board meeting.

  “Darian? Are you coming any closer to making a decision yet?” Brandon says.

  Brandon has been with the company almost as long as I have.

  “Sorry, what? A decision about what?”

  “About Max Kleeberger, and whether you are going to give him a see on your board or not. The offer is not going to be here forever, so it would really be best if you made a decision soon.”

  “Yes, I understand. But Mr. Kleeberger only made the offer a couple of nights ago. Becoming a board member overnight is just not going to happen. I will have to think more on this and get back to you.”

  “We understand. Do you have an inkling of what you might do?”

  “I’m leaning towards yes. He seems knowledgeable of the field, and I admire his

  determination to get the job. I just have to check a few more things before I officially offer it to him.”

  “Mr. Strong, let me remind you that if you allow Mr. Kleeberger to become a board member, he will have access to most of the company funds. We don’t even know this guy,” Alex, another board member, points out.

  “I am aware of what he would have access to. But I think he would be a good asset; he appears to be very good at what he does. I will let you guys know my decision soon. I’m calling this meeting. Good day everyone.”

  Jeez. I could not get out of that meeting fast enough.

  To be honest, the only thing really stopping me from bringing Max on right away is Becky. There seemed to be something weird between them, and I’m still not sure what that is. But before I hire him, I need to find out. Something tells me it may be important.

  I call my driver, Mateo, and leave work early- I’m determined to get some answers. so that I can get this shit over with. As soon as he arrives, I tell him to head to Greenwich Village, where Becky lives.

  I cross my fingers that she’s home- I don’t want to lose my courage to knock on her door. But the closer we get, the more I psych myself out. What is she going to think about me if I show up at her door the day after we hooked up for the first time? I don’t want to come off as desperate to a woman like her.

  Ah fuck it, who cares.

  Mateo drops me off and I head straight for her apartment and knock, giving myself no time to overthink any more than I already have.

  “Coming!” I hear her magical voice call from inside.

  She answers the door in black yoga pants and a matching sports bra. No makeup on, platinum hair in a messy bun- and even prettier than I’ve seen her yet.

  “Oh! Darian, hi! Come in, sorry- I was just about to head to the gym. What’s going on?”

  “Hi Becky. I’m sorry to come unannounced, but I had something I needed to ask you.”

  “It’s no problem at all Darian- always happy to see you. Let’s talk on the couch.”

  I try not to let her comment get to my head and throw my focus off as I follow her to the couch.

  “Okay, so ask away!” She says as she plops down next to me.

  “So, Max Kleeberger.”

  “Ahh, Sleezeberger.”

  “Huh?”

  “Ha-ha, oh it’s nothing, that’s just what the strippers at the club call him,” she laughs.

  “Ohh, I see. Well look, I’m supposed to be closing this big deal with him and it’s really important. I’m leaning towards giving him what he wants, but I’ve been wondering what your relation to him is.”

  Becky stays silent.

  “Look, I’ll do the deal if it means having you…”

  A look that I can’t quite place crosses her fa
ce, and right then we hear a knock at her door.

  “Sorry, let me just go get that. Probably my neighbor, she always brings my mail up when she gets hers.”

  She crosses the room and as soon as she opens the door, my entire mood changes. A fire flares up in my chest and I feel like I’m about to explode. It’s Peter fucking Silver.

  We lock eyes and his expression changes, mirroring mine. I can’t even fucking believe this guy. Always showing up to ruin shit.

  She invites him in, being a little too friendly in my opinion. He glides in, a smirk already forming on his face. And suddenly I’m transformed back to college.

  Peter and I were roommates. Best friends. More than best friends. We went to each other for everything, spent practically every day and night together. It got to the point where it was becoming more.

  I loved Peter, of course I did. But somewhere along the line, it became more than a friendship. Somewhere along the line, I fell in love with him. The most intense, and real love. The best thing I’ve ever felt.

  But for some reason, I couldn’t come to terms with my feelings for him. I was confused, because he was the first man that I ever felt anything like that for. I had always been with women before him.

  So one night, I took his sorority girl, Vanessa, back to our dorm. Peter walked in while she was on top of me. Apparently, he had been coming to confess his love to me. If I had known, I never would have taken Vanessa back to our dorm that night. If I had known that he felt the exact same way about me as I felt for him, I would’ve reacted in a completely different way.

  So a few days later, I tracked Peter down to apologize and tell him how I felt about him. He had been avoiding me ever since that night. When I found him, he was fucking the same girl, Vanessa. I was livid.

  We’ve been enemies ever since then. In fact, we’ve barely even spoken, despite being on the same career path. It’s safe to say that that friendship is long gone, let alone anything else that was between us.