Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  Finn pushes my hand away and rips his own pants off. I think I hear a seam tearing.

  I sigh. Such a waste. They were a nice-fitting pair of slacks.

  With his massive cock freed, I feel at last like I might be ready for Finn.

  I mean, I’ve been ready the whole night, but the sight of his cock and just how big it is makes me a little nervous. I’m hungry for him, but nervous all the same.

  Fuck. It’s happening—he and I together with no distractions.

  I quiver a little as my eyes take in the enormous size of this juicy cock between his legs.

  Have I really had something this big in me before? I feel revirginized. It seems almost impossible for me to take in his length—and yet my pussy’s yearning for it.

  I try to appear confident as I say the words, “Can I suck it?”

  He stares at me hard before saying, “Yes. baby. Does my little slut want this cock down her throat?”

  I nod my head in submission. Inside, I’m aching to have him in my mouth, down my throat.

  “Then come here,” he says with a tone of urgency.

  The subtle hint of aggression in his voice is enough to make me cream my panties. I drop to my knees in front of him. Gingerly, I reach for his pulsing cock.

  My fingers wrap around him, barely able to squeeze my hand around the girth of his delicious member.

  Finn groans and grabs my hair. “Fuck, baby, I need you now.”

  My eyes find his, and I can see the desire burning in his eyes. I realize he does need me.

  With the realization, power surges through me. Suddenly, I understand what it feels like to have a man totally at your mercy.

  Without another word, I lean forward, one hand wrapping around his balls and the other steadying myself on the base of his shaft. At first, I only take the tip into my mouth. I fear I might gag if I go too quickly.

  He has other ideas. As soon as my mouth opens, Finn grabs me by the hair and pulls me onto all of his twelve inches.

  I gag a little on him, but I love the sensation and the idea that he’s just so big that he can fill me up entirely. I have to adjust to take in all of him. I tilt my back and feel the tip of him sliding right down my throat.

  Before I can do anything other than massage his balls as best I know how, he starts to pull out of me before thrusting back in. His hips push toward me, and he starts to really fuck my mouth. It happens fast and hard.

  His body is tense, and I can feel the juices of my pussy gush out of me, waterfall-like.

  In the end, he’s got so much force behind each thrust, I fear he might unbalance me. I let go of his balls and shaft, and I grab his hips. My fingernails dig into his skin.

  I can sense he’s not far off coming. I can see those perfect abs tighten, and seconds later, his entire body is gripped by multiple tiny muscle spasms.

  At the same time, he shoots a huge load of cum down my throat. It keeps coming. I try and swallow all of it, but feel the overflow trickle down my chin and drip onto my chest.

  He tastes so good, and just the idea that I’ve brought him to climax like that, right here in the limo, makes me feel special.

  When he’s done, he pulls out of me. The limo is pulling up to a stop. Quickly, he pulls his boxers and pants back on.

  “Looks like you came just in time,” I tease, and he grins.

  “I’ve got perfect timing, babe,” he replies and jumps out of the open door.

  “We’ll see about that,” I say and follow, waiting for him to pick me up, because I’m shoeless, and it’s freezing cold outside.

  Chapter 21

  Aurora

  Gone is the sweet innocent girl of a week ago.

  In her place is a very bad girl.

  I’m not sure what’s happened to her, the good girl. Maybe she’s just hiding, or she’s simply been put in the bottom of a drawer to be pulled out later at a more suitable time.

  Of course, I have no idea when a more suitable time is, or if I even want the good girl to come back.

  At the moment, I’m getting used to the new, bad girl version of myself that comes by being with Finn. Strong, handsome Finn.

  I have my arms wrapped around him, and I nuzzle my cheek into the soft part of his neck. He’s carrying me up to his penthouse.

  I feel tranquil in his arms. He smells like deep musky cologne, and it sends streams of sexual arousal coursing through my body. My lips turn into tiny butterfly wings that start caressing the area near his Adam’s apple.

  A soft sigh escapes his lips, and I press my curves into his muscles of steel. I’ve never met a man like Finn.

  I guess I’ve not really met many men. The ones I did meet were nothing special. A lot of my brother’s friends hit on me growing up, but I always saved myself.

  While I have thought men were attractive, it’s been a fairly easy road for me, as far as saying no was concerned. Now if I had run into Finn or any of his brothers before now…well, things might have turned out differently for me.

  The auction is still fresh in my mind. By now, I have very mixed emotions about the whole night.

  At the time, the hate I’d felt for Anders was burning brightly. But since the actual night with the Grayson brothers, I’ve had to rein in some of my stronger feelings.

  Just like my parents raised me, I try and see the silver lining. And if I’m honest, losing my virginity to the Grayson brothers was amazing.

  I’ve never met people like them. Not only do they ooze self-confidence, they’re arrogant, over-the-top competitive with each other, and incredibly good-looking.

  What am I talking about? They’re practically Greek gods. Zeus himself pales in comparison to these guys.

  I haven’t been able to stop thinking of them for a second, no matter how hard I try. And I never thought I’d see them again.

  When Finn sent me a text, I could barely contain my excitement.

  A glimmer of hope ignited within me. Maybe my happiness could happen. Maybe my feelings are not unrequited after all.

  He must like me. You don’t ask a girl for another date unless you like her, right?

  Now that I’m in his arms, I can feel the answers to my question. There is no doubt at all that Finn likes me.

  I’m sure he more than likes me. Right now, I’d say he’s fucking crazy about me.

  Somehow, Finn manages to unlock the front door to his penthouse and shove it open without setting me down.

  Inside, he wastes no time in taking me to his bedroom. I glide out of his arms and onto the black and grey bedding. My red dress spreads out around me, and I love the dramatic effect.

  Black on red.

  Carmen wears a red dress, I think. Our time at the opera is fresh on my mind, but I’m dying to have his big cock sliding in and out of me.

  Without a word, Finn rolls me onto my back and unzips my dress. It takes less than five seconds for me to lie almost naked on his bed.

  I watch him rip off his clothing, including his tie, and then without any warning, he grabs my hands and lifts them above my head. It takes me a moment or two to realize what he’s doing. He’s using his tie to bind my arms together.

  My heart rate increases, and the juices start to flow. It’s exhilarating, the way my body responds to these new experiences. I’m like a little girl in the chocolate shop, eager to try different flavors.

  Not knowing what’s coming next heightens my senses.

  Finn is not in my field of vision, and I try and turn my head to see where he is and what he’s up to.

  If there’s something expected of me, I’m not sure what it is. I decide to just go along with it and see what happens.

  Finn appears, and at first, I can’t quite make out what he’s holding in his right hand. When he touches me with his object, goosebumps explode all over my skin.

  He uses the feather to draw large circles around my tits before zeroing in on my nipples.

  Holy shit.

  Tiny explosions rip through me. I fear I’m goin
g to go mad with desire. Maybe my body will liquefy. Is that even possible? Would it make the news?

  Body liquefied from too much erotic pleasure

  Perhaps I’ll turn into a substance akin to molten chocolate. Not a bad image. Molten chocolate is smooth, sensuous, and oh so delicious.

  And Finn’s cock is looking delicious, too. If my hands were not tied up above my head, I would grab it now and let my fingers play with it as if they were playing the piano.

  I could practice cock scales as opposed to piano scales.

  Finn stops what he’s doing. Our eyes meet.

  “Tell me, Aurora,” he growls. “What do you want me to do?”

  I bite my bottom lip. Bad girl might have taken over, but she’s still not overly confident.

  His mouth moves toward my tits as his hand with the feather moves downward. His lips suck my right tit. It disappears into his mouth, and I feel his tongue wrap around my nipple.

  At the same time, the feather is running on the inside of my thigh, over my pussy, and back down the other leg.

  Fireworks go off inside my head. I don’t have a single coherent thought left. The only thing I can think of is having his gigantic cock deep inside my pussy.

  “Your tits are perfect, baby, so fucking perfect,” he growls as he pinches and torments my nipples.

  I manage a little whimper in response. My throat’s parched, and I feel as if I haven’t had anything to drink in days.

  “Or would you prefer this?”

  His lips travel from the gap between my breasts downward. They barely touch my naked skin. They don’t have to. His promising to touch my skin is enough to ignite fire within my veins. This was getting too much for me. I needed more.

  “I need you to fuck me,” I murmur and Finn’s head snaps up.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  Since my arms are tied, moving my body is near impossible, unless I want to roll onto my back. I try bringing my legs around Finn but don’t succeed.

  “I need you to fuck me,” I repeat, this time a lot louder.

  His lips curl upward, but he doesn’t acquiesce to my request. Perhaps I should have put it differently? Was that not what he had wanted to me say? Confused, I stare at him to gauge his mood.

  “Demanding little fucking slut, aren’t you?”

  It’s Finn who rolls me onto my tummy. Now I feel very vulnerable. I can’t see what he’s doing anymore, and I can’t use my arms to support me upward to get a better idea of what’s happening.

  A blindfold would have the same effect. There’s a strange noise behind me and before I can dwell on it further, I hear a high-pitched whistling sound, followed by an intense stinging sensation on my fleshy ass. Before I can totally understand what’s going on, four more slaps follow the first. Without getting to see my ass, I’m sure I’ve got red welts over my cheeks.

  To my surprise and horror, the whipping is totally fucking turning me on. The intense combination of pleasure and pain is totally exhilarating.

  My ass is sore, but I want more.

  Whack. The leather whip strikes again. With my face buried in the sheets, I bite into them.

  And then Finn stops as suddenly as he started. I groan into the sheets. How much more of this can I endure before I pass out?

  Unable to do anything else, I start writhing on the bed. Snake-like, I slither backward; not far, but I do move a little. Finn chuckles at my attempts before he grabs me by my hips.

  Then it all happens very quickly. The tip of his massive cock is at my dripping pussy. He eases himself gently into my opening. My tight pussy hungrily grabs at him.

  He pushes all the way in. I feel myself stretch and my hips thrust back and upward to meet him.

  I know this massive twelve-inch plus cock of his was inside of me the other night, but with the other brothers there, it was all a bit of a blur. Now, with only him and me, I can revel in the feeling of his cock deep inside my pussy.

  At first, he’s slow and gentle, but soon, his thrusts become hard and fast. My pussy responds and starts milking his cock for all it’s worth.

  The way I’m lying, my clit is being rubbed against the black sheets, and I feel my orgasm bubbling to the surface. It won’t be long before I’ll erupt fountain-like and my juices gush out of me.

  Before I finish, Finn’s fingernails start digging into my skin, and I can feel his cock grow even bigger inside of me with each inward thrust. How this is possible is beyond me, but it is.

  And then he tenses before exploding inside of me and shooting his big load right into me.

  We collapse in a heap on the bed.

  Finn turns me over and strokes my face.

  “You’re one fucking amazing woman,” he whispers and kisses me.

  I blush at the compliment. I feel like a bumbling newcomer, learning the ropes.

  In fact, I worry my inexperience may be the very thing Finn will tire of.

  But for now, the waves of pleasure are enough. He is enough. And I’m happy.

  Chapter 22

  Aurora

  A delicious throbbing is between my legs.

  I feel freshly fucked and, trust me, this is a new feeling.

  I can hardly believe the night I just had. I shut my eyes and try to remember the exact length of Finn’s cock. Oh, yeah, it’s somewhere around twelve inches.

  Stretching out, I lazily open my eyes. The gray and black tones of his apartment make me feel like it’s still nighttime.

  As I turn to the side, I expect to feel his sleeping body, but instead, there’s only a piece of paper. A note, which says:

  Baby,

  I had to run out. Work calls. Make yourself at home. Order room service. I command it.

  Talk to you soon.

  Love,

  Finn

  I hold the note to my chest, as close to my heart as I can get it. No, I’m not falling for him—but I certainly could.

  He’s the kind of guy I always dreamed of being with. He’s masculine and powerful, but in his eyes, I see a man who I can trust.

  I know he’ll always have my best interests at heart. I know that he adores me. And at the same time, I know unequivocally that he’s in control.

  Something about that idea makes my heart rush with excitement. The idea that I don’t have to be in control for once is liberating. With the business and my brother, I’ve had too much control lately.

  I’d gladly give it up to a guy like Finn—if he would have me.

  A part of me is sad that he’s not still here. I would’ve liked to have experienced him one more time this morning.

  But I have a day waiting for me, too. I stretch as I get up and then I look for the damn button to the blinds.

  His entire place is outfitted with technology, most of which I’d never seen before. I find the button on the side of his bed and, with one push, the blinds go up and show me a fabulous view of New York City.

  I whistle. He really does have it all. He lives on top of the world.

  And, for the moment, I’m here, too.

  I do as he says and look around for how to order room service. I pick up the phone and someone answers.

  “How may I help you, Mr. Grayson?” the voice on the end of the line says.

  “Oh no, I’m not Mr. Grayson. He said I could order room service…?”

  “Of course. You’ll find a menu in the kitchen. Just call down when you’re ready.”

  I stop her before she hangs up, “Oh, no, I’m ready now. I just need black coffee and some fruit. Thanks, that’d be great.”

  I hang up the phone and think a minute about how this feels like I’m living in a hotel. Imagine never having to cook your own meals or never having to leave the apartment for a damn thing. The penthouse is big enough to contain five of my apartments.

  I decide to make use of my time here, and I snoop around the place. There’s a workout room, a huge master bathroom with every available amenity, the chef’s kitchen, a terrace that overlooks the entire city, and all
manner of areas to lounge.

  There are bedrooms and bathrooms, the place seeming to go on forever. It’s paradise up here.

  And to top it all off, Finn has great taste. Every piece of furniture is arranged meticulously. Each piece probably cost thousands of dollars, too.

  There’s modern art on the wall. There are posters signed by rock n’ roll stars. The place is nice—but it also has an edge, just like Finn.

  Breakfast arrives, and I savor the smell of black coffee.

  I take my coffee out to the terrace, where the wind is frigid. It should be, considering I’m so high in the sky.

  I dare not look down at the people below, because I’m afraid of heights. But I sit back and enjoy my coffee with my view of the city in the clouds.

  It’s like a miracle up here. Somehow, I feel like all my troubles have faded away.

  Mostly though, I want Finn. Now I know for sure that he’ll never escape my thoughts, not for a moment. I want him.

  The desire is burning within my body with no sign of stopping. I think I’m in big trouble if he doesn’t return the affection.

  Before I leave, I take advantage of the shower. The thing has several different showerheads and, once I turn them all on, I feel like I’m in a waterfall.

  After a leisurely shower, I get out and help myself to his oils and lotions, even though they all smell like a man.

  I even put on some of his cologne, just to have the smell of him on me.

  Quickly, I leave a note that says,

  Thanks, baby,

  I had a fantastic time enjoying your penthouse.

  xoxo Aurora

  Outside, the air is cold. Winter is really descending upon the city.

  I like winter in New York. It’s a magical time. But it’s also a time of hibernation and of things dying…getting ready for the rebirth of spring.

  A part of me has died, too. My virginity. And I can say for sure that I’m not sad to see it go.

  The Grayson brothers have made sure that I’m well taken care of. I’ve had the best first time a girl can have. And now with Finn showing interest in me, my life is looking pretty good.

  I grab a cab, because I’m not suited to walk home in my red dress. In the light of day, I look like a goddamn hooker, and I can’t have that.