Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  I have no doubt he’s sampled the dating pool to a large extent. He seems like the kind of guy that would do that—a player.

  We get to the opera house, and Finn himself opens the door for me. Once we get out and walk up the steps, people stare at us immediately.

  “Why are people staring at us?” I ask him.

  “Correction: they’re staring at you. It’s because you’re gorgeous, Aurora. You really have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?” he asks.

  I have no words to answer his question. I like to look my best, yes, but I’ve never considered myself to be gorgeous.

  Finn’s changing all that already. I start to see myself through his eyes.

  Under his gaze, I feel worthy…and wanted. I feel a strange amount of desire creep into my body. He makes me feel special, safe, and admired.

  And most of all, he makes me feel as though I can finally let go—because he’ll take care of the details.

  For once, I’m not in control. He is.

  We walk into the building, and everywhere we go, people seem to know Finn, and they congratulate him on taking over his father’s business.

  “Finn, I’m so glad I ran into you tonight—and with a date, no less! This is my husband, Bobby. We’re so sorry to hear about your father but are equally glad to hear that you and your brothers are taking over the business. It will do extremely well,” a woman says.

  She’s wrapped head to toe in fur and diamonds. My dress is nice, but suddenly I feel naked compared to her.

  Finn doesn’t seem to think so.

  I catch the look of pride on his face as he introduces me. “And this gorgeous woman is my date, Aurora. Aurora, please meet Mr. and Mrs. Langston, friends of my late father.”

  “Oh, it’s nice to meet you, dear,” she says, patting my outstretched hand.

  Finn kisses her on the cheek, and we make our way through the crowd.

  All manner of people engages with Finn, and he always introduces me with a special flourish. I’m getting to know the New York society set, and I guess it’s not too bad.

  Finally, we make our way to the private opera box he’s had arranged for us. He orders us a bottle of wine to share, a rare vintage. The opera is about to begin.

  I take the golden binoculars that are on my seat and peer down at all the people, but mostly at the stage. The show begins, and I become entranced.

  The opera has a way of transporting you to another time, a time held in the feeling of the music. It has a way of making me forget about my problems as I’m transported into the world of the characters.

  I’m enthralled by the music, but most of all, I’m enthralled by Finn, the handsome man sitting next to me.

  He rubs my back, and we share a moment, both united in the beauty of the music. I feel like I’ve known him my entire life. We have an instant rapport.

  I sip my wine and can’t help but think of other things to come.

  I let myself get lost in the moment. I let myself get lost in him.

  What’s the harm?

  Chapter 19

  Finn

  Do I feel bad that I’ve broken the verbal contract my brothers and I made?

  Not one fucking bit.

  I couldn’t stay away from her for one more moment, and I now I don’t have to. She’s a vision in red, looking over the railing at the people below.

  “Tell me, Finn,” Aurora turns toward me. “What do you do for work?”

  I furrow my brow. I didn’t take her out to be talking about my fucking work.

  “Let’s not talk about work.” I counter. “I mean, who wants to talk about work at the opera with such charming company as this?”

  Her lips curl up into a smile.

  She shrugs. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to come across as boring. And I know plenty of people don’t like talking about their work, but then again, plenty of people do.”

  Instantly, I regret my choice of words. I don’t want her to feel as if she’s done the wrong thing.

  “It’s not your fault at all,” I start and stop.

  The lights are being dimmed and the curtains are being drawn back, the show about to start.

  All I have eyes for is the goddess to my right.

  Turns out she isn’t only exquisitely beautiful, she’s also smart, kind, sensitive, and caring. In a word: she’s fucking perfect.

  I still can’t believe she’s here with me. My plan worked. I asked her out, and she agreed to come.

  And she looks simply awesome tonight. Red velvet is a stunning fabric on her. Her long blonde hair has been styled up somehow, exposing a delicate swan-like neck. I just want to sink my teeth into it like a goddamn vampire

  She shoots me a sideways glance. I can’t keep my eyes off her.

  “Thank you so much,” she whispers. “I’ve never been to the opera before. It’s exhilarating, isn’t it?”

  I drown in those blue eyes of hers. They suck me in and take me under.

  “I think there’s something much more exciting here tonight. And it’s sitting right next to me.”

  At my words, she blushes.

  Fuck, she looks even hotter with those cheeks a little redder.

  “And I hope the night will live up to your expectations.”

  Poor Aurora. Her eyes widen, and I know she’s understood the innuendo.

  “I’m sure it will,” she whispers as the music starts below.

  She leans forward a little, which gives me prime view of the gap between her tits. Pink lace of a silk bra hides those delicious nipples from my sight.

  Her breathing is a little fast and shallow already. I can see it from where I’m sitting.

  My hand moves from the back of her seat to her naked back.

  A moan escapes her lips. My index finger traces tiny circles on the back of her neck.

  “The trick in any opera,” I whisper into her ear, “is not to get bored.”

  She nods, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the stage.

  I drop my hand around her and let my fingers push down toward her tits. With a little bit of effort, I can just brush her right nipple.

  Aurora looks at me and licks her lips.

  “Lucky for you,” I continue, “I’m an expert at not getting bored at the opera.”

  “Really?” She’s breathing hard, as if she’s just run a hundred meters.

  Slowly, I take my hand away and change my tactic. The expression in her face speaks volumes.

  The long skirt of her dress means I have to simply push it up and out of the way. Lucky for me, our private box is out of anyone else’s eye sight. No one will be able to see the now exposed leg of my sex goddess.

  “I mean, tonight should be all about you. So please let me know if at any stage you feel you’re being distracted, and I’ll stop.”

  My lips find her earlobe and start to suck on it. Instead of a reply, Aurora lets out a muffled moan. She throws her head back a little.

  Below us, Carmen and her friends are entertaining officers.

  With absolute care, I let my hand slowly travel along the inside of her leg, barely touching her skin. My finger just hovers as it moves upwards.

  Her thong is already wet. One feel with my finger, and I know she soaking.

  Good.

  “So, my little fucking vixen,” I murmur and see a shiver run down her neck and back. “Ah, you like a little dirty talk?” I chuckle and push her panties out of the way.

  Her eyes close, and her hips push forward in her seat toward my hand.

  I retreat. No point rushing this. I mean, this is an opera in four acts.

  “So, tell me little fucking slut, do you like it when I do this?”

  My index finger and thumb squeeze her clit hard before I quickly release it.

  “Ooh” is all she says.

  “Mm, I’m not sure I speak that language. Let me try again and see what response I get this time.”

  When I repeat the movement, I feel her body tense a little.

  “So, let me gue
ss, you like it when I do this?” And I squeeze her clit hard a third time.

  “Yes,” she whispers. “Yes,” she stops. “I…please…”

  In my pants, my fucking massive cock is about to have a breakdown. It’s rock hard and ready for action.

  All in good time. I’ve got all fucking night.

  To change my tactic a little, I use my fingers to push into her. Slowly, I go in as far as I can. Again, her pelvis thrusts forward to meet me.

  “I can see you also like it when I do this.”

  Now I curl my fingers over and push against her G-spot. Aurora’s biting her lip, her body quivering.

  If I keep going, she’ll come very soon.

  “Tell me, Aurora,” I smother her neck in butterfly kisses in between my words. “Are you ready to come at the opera? You can climax before it’s all over. Do you want to come before the fat lady sings?”

  Her eyes find mine. I lean forward and push my mouth onto her lips. We kiss long and deeply, all while my fingers are rubbing rhythmically inside her.

  I want her to come. I want her to come all over her elegant fucking dress. I want her to remember this night for a very long time.

  We’re locked together in this kiss for what seems like hours. Below us, the scene moves on, but we don’t pay any attention. Right now, we’re in our own opera—a sex opera.

  Act I, and Aurora is about to come. I can feel the walls of her pussy tightening, and she’s clutching onto my fingers.

  At the same time, our tongues are engaged in an act of intimacy. If I could, I would fucking devour her.

  She comes in an almighty explosion. Her body tenses before she erupts and unleashes her juices around my hand, and her cream threatens to stain her velvet dress.

  I love the way I’m looking right into her eyes when she has her first orgasm.

  When I pull my fingers out, she grabs my hand and brings it to her face. At first, I’m not quite sure of her intention—and then she leans forward and licks her own juices off my fingers.

  My cock inside of my pants threatens to break out and rip my trousers at the seam. If I don’t do something for my cock, things might get real ugly.

  “If my fucking cock doesn’t get some pussy soon, I can’t be held responsible for what might happen.” I murmur into her ear.

  With innocent, wide eyes, she stares at me.

  “Really?” Now a wicked little grin spreads across her face. She extends her hand and puts it on my crotch. “Oh, dear. It does feel rather urgent, doesn’t it?”

  The warmth of her hand spreads right through me. My cock throbs, and I think I’m going to come in my pants right here, right now.

  “What do you propose we do about it?” she asks.

  Her innocence is fucking driving me crazy. It takes all my inner strength not to succumb to animalistic instincts and rip her red dress off her body so I can fuck her right here and now.

  “We could leave a little bit earlier,” I say in a hushed tone.

  The woman is driving me insane.

  “I don’t know.” Her fingers push against my bulge, sending millions of volts of electric shockwaves through me. “Isn’t it a little bit rude to leave before, you know, the end?”

  I roll my eyes. “I’ll tell you what’s rude: if I spray my cum all over you in this box.”

  She nods, her expression serious, and says, “I guess that would be rude.”

  Now her hand massages and kneads me as if I were dough.

  “Let’s go,” I growl and grab her by the hand.

  Every man has his limits, and I just reached mine. If I stay here any longer, like I said, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.

  Laughing, we leave the private box.

  By the time we reach the limo, I’ve undone the button and zipper of my pants.

  Chapter 20

  Aurora

  Millions of butterflies caress my bare skin. I’m sitting on the edge of my seat.

  I can’t believe Finn’s fingering me right in the middle of the opera.

  Carmen plays below, but I’m in a love story of my own making.

  His fingers leave my insides burning with desire.

  I look around to ensure we’ve gone unnoticed. People seem absorbed in the opera and not so much in us. Besides, the VIP opera box Finn’s arranged is pretty private. But still, I feel like I’m on display—and I can’t say for sure that that’s a bad thing.

  This is so unlike me. Up until a few days ago, I was still a virgin, and now here I am—allowing a man to expose me like this in public.

  The combination of the fear of people seeing what’s happening and of the pleasure rippling through me intensifies the experience—if that’s even humanly possible.

  It feels like too much. Too much sexuality. Too much intensity.

  In fact, the waves of pleasure that course through my body threaten to make me pass out. The tingling sensation from the pressure on my clit expands outward, one after another.

  Further and further, the sensation spreads, until my body becomes tense with pleasure.

  It’s difficult to keep thinking straight and to restrain my own growing desire. I want him inside me, but I don’t say so.

  As Finn works his magic, I think back to the other night when I lost my innocence. My mind clutches onto the image of Finn’s cock.

  It was massive. All their cocks were massive, and just the thought of that makes me hungry with desire.

  Being with triplets is an amazing thing. Is it wrong that, even though Finn is taking me to the heights of pleasure right now, his brothers are also on my mind? I just remember the feeling of being with them all at once.

  And I would give anything to replicate that.

  When Finn was inside me before, when they took my virginity, I thought my body would simply dissolve. I simply had never experienced anything so amazing.

  And right now, to have even just his fingers inside me again, well, it’s fucking amazing—and I fear I might just melt.

  It’s difficult for me to think clearly or to focus on the opera. My head’s spinning.

  He leans into my neck and whispers seductive things. “So, my little fucking vixen…ah, you like a little dirty talk?”

  I nod my head, and with a hungry expression, he begins to torment my pussy more fiercely with his fingers. He tips my head back and plants the most tender of kisses on my lips and down my neck. I shudder with fear and feeling, as the excitement of it all threatens to overwhelm me.

  When my body’s gripped by my first orgasm, I try to ride the wave of pleasure, but it’s impossible. I crash down into an abyss of pure torment and need. A tidal wave overcomes my body, and it’s all I can do not to moan out in the middle Act I.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I can see his huge cock straining against his pants. All manner of nasty things run through my mind, and I realize that I’m getting in deep with this man.

  As if reading my mind, he decides it’s time to go. I don’t resist when he grabs me by the wrists and drags me out of the private box. What’s coming promises to offer way more entertainment than the sad love story unfolding below.

  Laughing, we run to the limo. My heels are slowing me down, so I stop to take them off.

  “Wait, Finn,” I say breathlessly.

  He glances back and comes to my aid, allowing me to use his body to steady myself.

  “Are you alright, babe?” he says, concern in his voice and eyes.

  I nod. “My shoes, they’re too high.”

  With one quick look he assesses the situation, and he bends down and picks me up.

  “I can always take care of you,” he whispers into my ear, and I feel goosebumps on the back of my neck and arms.

  He voice is so sexy. It caresses my insides and promises so much. His muscles of steel hold my body like it’s weightless, like I’m light as air.

  And the idea of him taking care of me makes me feel suddenly free—as though I’m not alone with my fears and concerns anymore.


  Maybe he can handle me and all of my issues. Maybe I’m not too much for this one, especially with my concerns about Anders and money.

  It seems to take no time at all to get down the stairs and out the door. No one’s around. All those important people he introduced me to earlier are gone.

  Of course, they’re all tucked into their seats, watching the drama unfold of Carmen jilting her lover.

  The limousine’s parked outside. How or when Finn called the limo is beyond me. All I know is that cool air assaults my skin as we leave the building behind us.

  The cold wind catches my bare skin, and my arms wrap a little tighter around Finn’s neck. I nuzzle my face into his chest.

  I bury my cheeks into his warmness, shielding them from the icy cold night air. I feel like he’s my prince, holding me this way so I don’t risk blistering my feet.

  And the urge to feel him inside of me intensifies.

  Part of me almost regrets he didn’t take me in there. I would’ve liked to have had sex on the balcony in close sight of everyone.

  It was exciting. It still is. Just being near Finn makes my life seem like an eternal adventure.

  For a second, Anders enters my mind, and I think I should check my phone or call around to see where he is. But I quickly put those thoughts to the side so I can focus on my man.

  “You okay, baby?” he asks, walking me down the front steps of the building.

  “Yes,” I smile. “I’m just happy to be here with you, that’s all.”

  The driver opens the door for us, and Finn puts me down on the soft leather seats of the car.

  “Now,” growls Finn next to me as the car leaves the curb. “Where were we?”

  My eyes fix on the growing bulge in his pants. Could it be possible that his cock has grown even more since before?

  I feel a sense of anticipation growing by the second between my legs. Throbbing and pulsing rhythms intermingle with my wetness.

  I can’t help it. He makes me feel this way. If my dress doesn’t have a stain on it by the end of the night, I’ll be surprised.

  “I think,” I whisper to him, “you were in need of some help.”

  One hand rubs his crotch while the other undoes his button. My hand’s trembling, and my mouth’s open a bit already, as if this would bring him closer to me.