Two Billionaires For Her: An MMF Romance

by Ellie Rowe

  “At times,” I admit, grinning. “But it doesn’t matter now.”

  “It doesn’t, because…” He draws a deep breath, and then shakes his head, as if he can’t quite grasp what’s going through his head. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, Peter, but I’ve never stopped thinking of you. We’ve spent years apart, but you’ve never left my mind. Never.”

  Deep down, I already knew that, but to hear it...it still feels like I’ve been hit with a sledgehammer. How do I even begin to process this?

  “Does that mean what I think it means?” I ask, even though I’m pretty sure I already know the answer for that. After all, I feel the same thing he does. Darian has never left my mind either.

  “Yes,” he says. “I want you, Peter. I always have.”

  “Not as much as I want you.”

  “Alright, boys.” Becky laughs, the sound of it so vibrant and lively. She claps her hands together and looks from Darian to me. “Have you forgotten that I’m here in the room with you?”

  Darian and I exchange a quick glance, and our smiles turn into a grin.

  A grin that’s as wide as it is wicked.

  “Oh, we haven’t forgotten.” I turn my hand around and squeeze hers. Darian does the same. “We’re only having this conversation because you’re here. You made this possible, Becky. You brought us together.”

  “He’s right,” Darian says. “And I think he’ll agree with me on what I’m about to say.” He looks at me, as if giving me an opening, and I immediately know what he’s waiting for. I mean, shit...it couldn’t be any more fucking obvious.

  “We love you,” we blurt out at the same time.

  “I’ve never had anyone tell me that in a chorus,” Becky whispers, her devilish grin turning into a heart-melting smile. She throws her arms over our shoulders and pulls us together. “I love you both, more than anything.”

  She brushes her lips against mine, and then does the same with Darian. Then and there, I feel our energy rushing through one body to the other, almost as if she’s the conduit that keeps us united.

  “We’re lucky to have you,” I whisper, softly kissing her neck.

  “We sure are.” Darian’s hand finds her knee, and his fingers wander up to the hemline of her dress.

  “Alright,” Becky says all of a sudden. She throws her head back, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. “I guess we’re really doing this.”

  “Still harboring doubts?” I ask her.

  “None,” she replies without a moment’s hesitation. “Are you?”

  “No,” Darian and I say in unyson. “None.”

  Becky slides down from the sofa and goes up to her feet. She turns around and, when I look into her eyes, I immediately notice the lustful fire that’s burning there.

  “Then I guess it’s time,” she breathes out, dragging her teeth over her bottom lip. “Let’s make this official.”

  Twenty-Seven

  Becky

  I watch my boys falling back in love with each other, and the feeling that alone gives me… well, I can’t even describe it. Peter turns to Darian, brushing his fingers along his jawline.

  They meet each other’s eyes with the same soft, knowing smile, before pressing their lips together. And once they do, everything changes. I can see it. Their body language goes from nervous and unsure, to determined, and passionate. These two were meant to be, they always were.

  And they were definitely right about one thing- I did bring them together. If it weren’t for me, they might have never forgiven each other. Which leads me to believe that this whole thing was meant to be as well.

  It may not be conventional, but who the hell cares about that anyway, as long as you’re happy?

  Peter and Darian are still going hot and heavy, and I’m ready to see more.

  “Undress each other,” I order them.

  They break away from each other to look at me, a smirk on both of their faces.

  “And who will undress you?” Peter asks.

  “I will.”

  “What, are you afraid of me?” Darian says to Peter, sneering at him.

  Peter growls and lunges for Darian, who leaps away, making Peter chase after him. Finally, Peter catches him, and they tear each other’s shirts off within seconds.

  I bite my lip, watching the passion flow between them. I slip my clothes off, walking over and sitting on the arm of the sofa in my bra and underwear, watching them.

  Darian gets on his knees, unbuttoning Peter’s jeans and slowly pulling them down as he looks up at him. When he gets to his boxers, Peter grabs his wrist, pushing it away from him and pulling them off himself. His giant cock springs out, right in front of Darian’s face.

  Darian looks up at him, winking, before taking his whole cock in his mouth all at once. When it hits the back of his throat, he moans so loud, I can feel my pussy get wet. Darian slowly pulls his mouth back off, spending extra time at the tip. He licks him from his balls and back to the tip, before getting to his feet.

  God these men are hot as fuck.

  As soon as they’re eye level again. Peter pulls Darian to him, kissing him roughly, before letting go and tearing Darian’s pants off. Once Darian is naked, he gets onto his knees, and perfectly mimics exactly what Darian did to him.

  But before he gets back up, he buries his face into his balls, sucking, licking and massaging them. Darian throws his head back, and for a moment I think he’s going to fall straight back and land on the floor.

  I saunter over, slowly removing my panties and bra. I’m so turned on and I’m so ready for this. They turn to me, making a movement as if they’re about to kiss me.

  I wag my finger at them.

  “I’ve had my time with both of you before, and I’ll have my time with both of you later. Right now, I want you two to enjoy each other. Don’t focus on me.”

  They don’t miss a beat, lunging for each other’s lips again. As they kiss, I slide my hands on both of their dicks, beginning to jerk them off.

  They can’t seem to get enough of each other’s mouths. I honestly think they’d be fine with just kissing, considering how many years they’ve spent longing for each other- but I want them to do much more than that tonight.

  “Let’s take this to the bedroom, boys.”

  They both scoop me up and carry me to the room, throwing me down onto the bed. I grab their arms and pull them onto the bed with me, giggling.

  Darian nuzzles his face into my neck, leaving kisses along my neck and up to my ear, giving it a little nibble.

  “I want you to ride my face,” he whispers.

  Chills run down my spine, both at his words and from Peter, who’s drawing little circles along my inner thigh.

  Darian lays flat on his back while I begin to mount his face. Before I do, I look back at Peter, who’s already gotten busy with Darian’s cock. I turn around, so that I can watch him. I’ve always fantasized about something like- and Darian apparently got a little impatient.

  He pulls my hips down, slamming my pussy into his mouth.

  I gasp, fully lowering myself onto him. I rest my hands on his chest for support, and slowly begin riding his tongue.

  “Ohhh, fuck Darian,” I moan.

  While he works his magic, I watch Peter sucking him off. He’s deep throating him, and I can tell that he’s actually enjoying it.

  He glides his dick all the way to the back of his throat, forcing himself to choke on it over and over again as he massages his balls with his free hand. It’s so hot I could cum even if Darian weren’t moving his tongue in ways I never knew were humanly possible.

  Darian moans into me, arching his back and wrapping his legs tightly around Peter’s neck as he succumbs to the pleasure. As he reaches his climax, he speeds up his tongue, gripping my waist harder.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop don’t- fuuuck Darian,” I scream.

  I cum on his face while he cums down Peter’s throat. Peter wipes his mouth and smiles up at me.

  �
�Fuck me.” I order him.

  He slides off the bed, gesturing me towards him.

  He turns me around so that my back is facing him and bends me over the bed. Darian, who was recovering from the intense orgasm Peter gave him, slides off the bed to join us.

  Peter enters me slowly, then pounds into me when he gets close to the hilt. He continues this over and over again before pausing for a moment. I look back to see Darian behind Peter, kissing him softly down his back.

  Darian pushes Peter down into me, and slowly begins to enter him from behind. Peter grabs a fistful of my hair, jerking my head to the side.

  He moans as Darian goes in deeper and deeper.

  “Fuuckk,” he groans, followed by a noise that sounds like a low moan mixed with a growl as Darian enters him fully.

  He arches his back and pulls his fistful of my hair back with him.

  Peter begins fucking me again, pulling Darian in deeper and deeper. We begin a rhythm-slow at first- that starts with Peter and Darian pulling back at the same time, then Darian slamming himself into Peter, causing him to slam into me. Each time, Peter emits that same sound of absolute pleasure, and soon enough- I’m joining him.

  Twenty-Eight

  Darian

  This is something else.

  Pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave, whipping at every single one of my nerve endings, and it feels as if I’m burning from the inside out. I close my eyes, clench my jaw, and let out a lustful groan. Seriously, I don’t know why people take drugs when pleasure like this exists in the world.

  “Fuck,” I breathe out, rolling to the side and collapsing on top of the mattress. It isn’t long before Peter and Becky join my side, breathing so hard that it seems their lungs are about to pop.

  For a long time, none of us say a word.

  We simply remain laying side by side, drifting on a pool of the sweetest ecstasy.

  Becky is the first one to break that stillness. I’ve always considered myself as the kind of guy with an insatiable hunger, but Becky...she’s truly insatiable. Any other woman would be ready to sleep for a week after what we’ve just done, but not her. Becky doesn’t know the meaning of surrender, and you’ll never hear the words ‘I’m too tired’ coming out of her mouth.

  “You’re not giving up on me, are you?” She purrs softly, kneeling between the two of us. Her hands wander up our legs, only stopping when they meet our hard cocks, and I take a deep breath when she wraps her delicate fingers around my length. The warmth of her hand seeps into my cock and, just like that, I’m ready for another round.

  “Holy fuck,” Peter cries when Becky leans forward. With a quick motion, she rolls her lips down the length of his cock, only stopping when she has him against the back of her throat. The sight of it is enough to make me go crazy. Thankfully, Becky hasn’t forgotten about me.

  Just as fast, she shifts on the mattress and takes my cock into her mouth, the warmth of her lips making me delirious. How in the world did I ever get so lucky? Becky isn’t a woman. She’s a fucking goddess.

  I’m still trying to process all that’s happening when Becky climbs on top of me. Straddling me, she holds my cock in place and lowers herself. I gasp, feeling as my hard length slips deep inside of her, straining against the tight embrace of her inner walls.

  “Fuck,” I groan, putting my hands on her ass, my fingers digging deep into her flesh.

  “Yeah, that’s the word,” I hear Peter say as he sits up. Not one to sit still while I have my fun, he places himself behind Becky, his hands running down the side of her body. He grins, and then his hands are on her ass, kneading her soft flesh as he gets harder and harder.

  When Peter finally closes the distance between them, he does it in a single motion. One moment he’s kneeling there, waiting, and the other he has buried his cock deep inside Becky’s ass. I close my eyes, barely believing that this is my life now.

  Back when we were younger, Peter and I were nothing but two dumb assholes, but now...oh, now we’come to learn the beauty of sharing. And you can trust me on this, there really is nothing better than sharing a woman...especially a woman like Becky.

  We remain locked in that embrace for a long time, both Peter and I pistoning into Becky as hard as we can. Her moans get louder and louder, growing in pitch until they fill the bedroom, but her voice remains as sweet as ever. I force my eyes to remain open, wanting to drink in the shape of her breasts, the hardness of her nipples, the flush that creeps up her neck and into her face…and all that just makes me thrust even harder.

  Beads of sweat trail down my forehead, and exhaustion starts settling in my muscles, but I don’t let that stop me. If anything, I just double my efforts and give Becky all that I have to give.

  Peter seems to share that sentiment.

  He’s fucking her impossibly hard, his powerful thighs slapping her ass over and over again, so much that the sound of flesh on flesh is enough to overpower Becky’s ecstastic moans.

  It doesn’t take long before I feel a rising pressure inside me. A fire goes down my spine, my cock starts throbbing inside Becky’s pussy, and I—

  “Don’t,” Becky says all of a sudden. She does it loudly, almost as if she’s shouting. Leaning forward, she buries her fingernails into my chest. “Don’t you dare come. I’m not done with you yet. Same goes for you, Peter.”

  Moving impossibly fast, she frees herself from our embrace. With a wicked grin, she swings her legs off the bed and goes down to her knees, her eyes glimmering with a lustful fire.

  “What are you waiting for?” She purrs, her eyes on us as she cups her own breasts. “I’m waiting for you.” As if to prove a point, she opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out.

  “That’s an invitation I can’t refuse,” Peter says, his grin as wide as my own. Moving as one, we slip out from the bed. We tower over her Becky, our shadows falling over her naked body, and we immediately start stroking ourselves. It’s only a matter of time until we change it up, and start stroking each other.

  When we come, we come hard.

  Jets of liquid cum erupt from our cocks, arching through the air and bridging the distance to Becky’s body. Ropes of it land across her breasts, and then drip over her nipples and onto her belly. Others land on her tongue, coating it in milky white. Becky keeps on looking at us as we cover her in cum, her face a mask of pure delight.

  “Fuck,” I breathe out, “that was amazing.”

  “It sure was,” Becky agrees, smacking her lips together as she swallows it all. Then, for good measure, she licks her lips clean. As for her hands, they keep on moving over her breasts, making a mess of her naked body.

  And, fuck, what a deliciously wicked mess.

  I don’t even think about what I’m doing.

  I just kneel in front of Becky and crush my mouth against hers. I part her lips with my tongue, and let my taste and Peter’s flood my mouth. Not wanting to be left behind, Peter does the same, and we take turns kissing Becky...and each other.

  When we finally climb back onto the bed, we’re so fucking exhausted that no one says a word. We just lay there, dead to the world as reel from all that fucking ecstasy. Then, as gently as I can, I reach to one side and lay my hand on top of Becky’s. When I lay my other hand on Peter’s, the words just appear on my lips.

  “I love you,” I whisper, “more than anything.”

  “I love you too,” they whisper, their voices echoing each other.

  So this is how it feels to be happy.

  I like it...

  I really fucking like it.

  Twenty-Nine

  Peter

  “What the…?” I roll to one side of the bed, and there’s a naked woman there. I roll to the other side, and I find a naked man. I close my eyes, wondering if I’m still fast asleep and dreaming, and that’s when the memories rush back in. Naked and tangled bodies, moans of pleasure, and mind blowing orgasms. It all comes back at once. “Oh, right.”

  I smile, remembering the way our three
bodies turned into one last night. As I sit up, I realize that a deep ache has settled into my muscles. It’s a sweet ache, though, one that imprints into my body all of yesterday’s madness.

  Not wanting to wake Darian or Becky up, I slip out from the bed and pad my way out of the bedroom. In the kitchen, the morning sun is playing on the window panes, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a bird’s eye view of Central Park. I’m not one to gloat—okay, I am—but being rich sure comes with amazing views.

  I’m busy scrambling some eggs for breakfast when my phone starts ringing. I told my assistants I didn’t want to be bothered today, so this must be important. I grab the phone from the counter, and then frown as I see a private number on the screen.

  “Yeah?”

  “Mr. Silver?” A woman’s voice says. “This is Amber Willow, I’m the assistant to the US Attorney General. I was asked to inform you on Max Kleeberger’s process. As of now, he’s being transported to a federal prison.”

  “Already?” I ask. “That was fast.”

  “Well, some powerful people would be happy to put Mr. Kleeberger under the ground,” she said. “The Attorney General is doing this for the man’s own safety. We want him to go to trial.”

  “Fair enough.” I shrug, not really caring about what happens to Max. He was involved with a lot of powerful men, criminals who don’t want their secrets revealed to the DOJ, and it’s more than likely they’ve already put a hit on him. Right now, Max should be praising the gods for the DOJ’s thoughtful mercy.

  Grinning, I waltz into the bedroom and clap my hands together. Becky stirs in her sleep, the bedsheet falling to her waist, and my eyes are immediately drawn to her naked breasts. My cock twitches with enthusiasm, but I remind myself this isn’t the time for it. I mean, there’s plenty of time for that after breakfast.