Her Dirty Billionaires

by L. Nicole

  12

  Giana

  I have felt absolutely wretched ever since I returned from my trip with Andrey. It was a magical trip. I enjoyed myself immensely, but how do I choose between these men when I want them both. I know its selfish which is why I have been avoiding them. I can’t bear the thought of hurting either of them. They are both so wonderful, and I am very attracted to each of them. I had to stop myself from doing more than kissing when we went out.

  I’m a terrible person…but I want to keep both of them.

  Is that even normal?

  Can you want to be with two people? Can you love them both the same? I take three glasses from the kitchen cabinet and grab the new bottle of wine I’ve been contemplating drinking all day. I brought it back from Greece. Andrey took me to this amazing winery. We drank wine and ate. We kissed as we walked through the vineyard. It was a beautiful weekend. I got to see Gabby and her little girl. I never dreamed I would ever get to visit her again.

  Then, there is Mikal. He took me on this wonderful date where we ate on the open water and gazed at the stars. I slept in his arms. It all felt so right. So how do I look at these two equally perfect men and say I’m sorry, but I want you both? How do I tell them that I choose neither of them, because I care for them both equally?

  I haven’t found a way to do that, the mere thought is painful. So, I’ve been avoiding them completely. I should have known they’d come to find me.

  I don’t know how to handle this, even now. Maybe liquid courage will get me through the night. Something has to. I don’t know how to let them go. I thought I could avoid them and maybe they would move on. Yet, now they are here and I know they want an explanation. I don’t want to hurt them, and someone will be hurt. Me. This is killing me.

  I get the glasses situated on a tray and walk back into the living room, resuming my spot between them, feeling unsteady and like the fate of the world is resting on my shoulders. I sink down on the cushion and both men put a hand on my thighs. A shiver rips through me at their touch. I don’t know who to look at. I focus on pouring the wine nearly spilling some of it.

  “Giana,” Mikal says my name sweetly. “Look at me.” I give him my attention and he smiles. My heart skips a beat. “You care for us both? Is that the problem?”

  I nod, handing them both a glass of wine then taking a hearty sip from mine. “I never thought this would happen, but I’ve fallen for you both. I don’t want to hurt you. Either of you, but I don’t see how I can choose. It isn’t fair to any of us, because I care for both of you. So, the only thing to do is to let you both go.”

  “While you were in the kitchen, Mikal and I were speaking about our situation. The situation we find ourselves in.” Andrey strokes my cheek and I pull away because it hurts me too deeply. I want him more than he knows. I want them both. I suck down more wine and my head spins.

  Both men motion for refills. We are going through this wine quicker than we should, but I think we are all nervous and on edge and need something to calm us.

  “We both only wish to make you happy, Giana,” Mikal whispers in my ear and kisses my neck.

  Andrey comes closer on the other side of me and takes my glass, sitting it on the table. “We want to try something. You can say no,” he says, brushing his lips on the other side of my neck. Both of them grip my thighs, their thumbs dangerously close to the crotch of my silk pajama shorts. Shorts that I’m not wearing anything underneath of.

  “Do you want to be with us, Giana?”

  “Both of us,” Andrey adds on. Warmth floods between my thighs at the thought. Do they mean to share me? Together? My head swims, but my body pulses at the thought.

  “What?” I ask breathless.

  Mikal turns my head toward him and kisses me. It short but sweet. Then, Andrey does the same. “We both want you, Moy ogon'.”

  “We need you, Giana,” Andrey says and moves his hand closer to the heart of my desire, petting me between my legs, teasing at my clit with his thick finger. Wetness coats my inner thighs. I’m turned on and I want…I want to feel them both.

  Mikal jerks the strip of my tank top down, exposing my breast. “Beautiful,” he murmurs rubbing the pebbled nipple between his fingers, before dipping his head down and capturing the sensitive bud between his lips and sucking on me. His teeth graze me, and I jerk against Andrey’s hand when he slides a finger inside of me. I don’t even know how he got his hand under my shorts, but it feels unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

  “Oh, god,” I let out on a moan as he rubs a finger over my clit.

  “Will you give yourself to us?” He questions, gazing deep into my eyes.

  I bite my lip and nod.

  “Let’s take this to your room,” Mikal says, moving to his feet.

  He grabs one hand tugging me to up off the couch. Andrey grabs my other hand and the three of us move down the hallway and into my bedroom.

  “Take this off, sweetheart.” Andrey lifts the hem of my tank as Mikal drops to his knees and yanks my shorts down. Both men touch and tease me, kissing me…kissing me everywhere. It’s almost too much, but it feels too good to tell them to stop.

  I do want them both. I don’t know what that says about me, but I can’t deny that this feels good and that it somehow feels right in this moment to give them both my body and possibly my heart.

  Andrey kisses my shoulders and Mikal goes straight for the kill. Spreading my legs, he inhales my scent, rubbing his fingers through my slick juices and tonging my clit. It feels so good. The two of them working my body together as a team yet separately pleasing me in their own ways.

  “Does that feel good, Moy ogon'? Just think how good it will feel when we’re both inside you, claiming your every hole, fulfilling your every desire.”

  My knees shake and my body quakes. His filthy talk is turning me on.

  The three of us move like a unit to my bed. Me between them both. Their clothes go flying and landing in the floor. I’m sandwiched between two hot, hard naked bodies of Russian sex gods. Andrey is against my backside, his hot cock pressing between the cheeks of my ass. Mikal is at my front, worshipping me with his mouth. Andrey begins sliding his cock between my ass cheeks, teasing at the lips of my pussy, sliding back and forth between my juices, driving me crazy wild with want. Mikal is kissing me, and rubbing my clit in teasing circles. Touching me light enough to make me cry out, “Please,” into his mouth.

  Andrey goes to his back and Mikal instructs me to straddle him in a backwards cowgirl position so that he can fill my mouth, while his twin brother fills me with his big dick. And God… he is big. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d be worried he’d tear me in half.

  Sinking down on Andrey’s shaft, he holds me in place by my hips. My body eagerly accepts the intrusion of his girth. He stills inside of me and I open my mouth to Mikal who is staring at me on his knees stroking himself. Precum beads on his wide, thick, head and I need to taste him.

  I want to pleasure them both. Dipping my head forward I flatten my tongue, wrapping my lips around him. He’s thick and long but I do my best to take him all the way. My mouth stretches and tears burn in my eyes, but I keep taking all he has as Andrey starts moving beneath me. It takes a few minutes to find our rhythm, but we find it. The three of us moving in sync—as if this is exactly how it was meant to be. Andrey filling my pussy and his twin stuffing my mouth full. I moan around Mikal’s cock, while I ride Andrey. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

  These men complete me in a way I never dreamed of. I think I’m in love. No, I know I’m in love with them both.

  13

  Andrey

  Tonight has taken a turn I wasn’t expecting. I’ve never been into sharing a woman, but I must confess that seeing Giana with Mikal was hot. Seeing and feeling how damn wet she was at even the thought of being with us together made me think that maybe this could work. Mikal and I have always shared everything, but never a woman. Not until Giana.

  Our Penthouses
are connected on the same floor. With some renovations, this could work. We could build a life sharing Giana together. I couldn’t do this with anyone else but Mikal. He’s my twin, my business partner and my best friend. We share everything and to be completely honest right now, sharing Giana feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced. It feels…right.

  I thrust up and Giana shatters all around me. Her sweet pussy squeezing my cock. I’m damn close to getting off, but I want to see her face. I want to watch her as I cum.

  Need to see her eyes on mine.

  Mikal grunts finishing in her mouth and pulls away.

  I take the opportunity to slap her ass and tell her, “Let me see you, Moy ogon'. Look at your man.”

  She moves off me momentarily then slides back down impaling herself on my cock. Mikal is watching us. His eyes burning with intensity and not the jealousy I was expecting to find there. I think he is enjoying the show as much as I am. Giana rolls her hips and as she gazes deeply into my eyes I can’t hold back. My release roars through me and I hold her still, spilling my seed inside of her, hoping I am putting a baby in her.

  I realize that Mikal wishes for the same, but I’m fine with that. I know there will be kinks to work out in this arrangement, but I don’t see this working any other way than Giana belonging to us both.

  “We should shower,” Mikal says.

  “I’m not sure we can all fit,” Giana tells him.

  I shake my head. “We can make it work.” I grin at my twin and realize that we are going to be okay. There are no jealous feelings between us.

  We go into the shower, the three of us taking turns under the spray of the water. Giana always between us. Mikal washes between her legs and I take care of her back. We’re a team. We always have been.

  “Do you guys want to sleepover?” She looks at us sheepishly as we towel off.

  “I’m game,” Mikal tells her, and I shrug. Why not.

  We climb into bed together all of us still naked and I doubt there will be much sleeping tonight and I’m right. Giana is kissing Mikal already and stroking him between his legs. I sit back and watch. He’s not had her pussy yet. I figure I owe him one.

  It isn’t long before he starts switching positions. He goes on his knees and orders Giana to get into position. Her face down between my legs as he takes her from behind. Fuck.

  Her tongue darts out to lick my shaft and I go hard immediately at the sight of Mikal gripping her hips and thrusting inside her.

  Fuck me I’m going to get off again. I’m going to shoot my load down her throat.

  She’s beautiful and so damn perfect in every way.

  I’ve never wanted anything more than her…than this…sharing her with Mikal. It’s the best of both worlds for Giana and or Mikal and myself…we both get the girl.

  We both win.

  The next morning my head hurts from all the wine we consumed last night. I blink my eyes as the night before rushes through my head. Holy shit. Mikal and I shared Giana all night long. We both fucked her stupid. I stretch and yawn, rubbing at my eyes. I roll over expecting to see her beautiful face only to be met with Mikal’s naked backside. I sit up and look around the room. We’re still in her bedroom but Giana is nowhere to be seen. I shake Mikal’s shoulder. “Wake up.”

  He mumbles something and rolls over sporting major wood. I throw the sheet over him. I don’t want to see that shit when Giana isn’t around.

  I grab my clothes off the floor and move through the house seeking out Giana and the bathroom.

  I find her in the kitchen wearing her fluffy pink robe nursing a coffee.

  “Have one of those for me?” I smile at her, but she seems upset. “Are you okay?”

  “I…I don’t know, Andrey. Last night…”

  “It was perfect. I wanted you and Mikal wanted you. You wanted us. What’s the problem?”

  “I slept with both of you. Don’t you…I don’t know, hate me?”

  “Giana, Mikal and I talked about it. We would rather share you then not have you at all. We want you. My brother is my best friend. It’s not about us, but seeing the two of you together was hot. I think we owe it to ourselves to give this a shot.”

  “What will people will think?”

  “Who gives a shit? All that matters is that you’re happy. If you don’t want this, I’ll be hurt and disappointed, but I’d never force you and neither would Mikal.”

  “I don’t know…I need to think.”

  Mikal walks into the kitchen. “Damn my head hurts, but last night… was perfect. You were perfect, Moy ogon'.”

  She gives him a weak smile and moves to pour us both some coffee.

  14

  Giana

  I stare at the two men who are sitting at my kitchen table. Last night was incredible, but it terrifies me. I don’t know how this could possibly work. There are two of them and one of me. Could they really be happy sharing me?

  “What now? Where do we go from here?”

  “Well, I don’t know about Andrey, but I’d like to continue this. It doesn’t always have to be the three of us but I’m not against it either. I enjoyed sharing you with him. It was erotic and the best night of my life if I am being honest. I want you, Giana. I can’t see myself with anyone else, and I think he feels the same.”

  “We would need to work out some type of schedule or all move in together. We do share a wall.” I look to Mikal and can already see the gears moving inside his head.

  “It wouldn’t take much to put a door there or knock that wall out.” He grins at me. “Would you move in with us? Would you be our girl? Our kept woman.”

  “What?”

  “We want nothing more than to take care of you, Giana. We both want a child with you. I want you to make the choice, but I hope you’ll say yes.”

  I take a hearty drink of my coffee. “People will talk.”

  “People already talk about us. It is nothing new. I assure you, that no bad will come from this. Mikal and I understand each other. There is nothing to fear with us.”

  I stare at my hands and remember how it felt when I was in bed with them both, touching them both, being owned and pleasured by them both. It felt good…it felt right. I swallow and fight back a giggle when I think about how I will explain to Gabby that she was right about women wanting to be between these two men, because deep down I know that there is nothing that I want more than to be theirs.

  “Okay…okay. I’m in. I want to be with you…both of you.” Mikal kisses one corner of my mouth and Andrey kisses the other. I know I will never kiss them together and would never want to pressure them into something that would make them uncomfortable. Both said that sexually there was no connection for the two of them. They are brothers… they just both want me.

  Wetness pools between my legs and my lips part as I stare at them both knowing they will share me again.

  I let out a gasp when Andrey drops to his knees. “I can smell your arousal, Moy ogon'.” He pulls on the sash holding my robe closed.

  “What is going through that head of yours, Giana?” Mikal demands, his tongue caressing the shell of my ear.

  “I’m not ready to tell you just yet.” I smirk and they both give me a look but don’t push the matter. I think it’s best they don’t, and I’ll keep that fantasy of the three of us living together in my head for now…but one day…maybe.

  Three months later

  “Welcome home, Giana,” Andrey and Mikal both shout as I walk through the door of our new house. In the end Andrey, Mikal and myself decided if we were going to do this, we needed a new place. One big enough for the three of us. A house with a bedroom large enough for a California King mattress for the three of us. I don’t want to share separate beds, so we don’t. Though on occasion we do go out separately and there are times when I am with Andrey sexually and Mikal isn’t present and vice versa. Communication is the key to making our relationship work.

  We built a house the way we wanted. A very large master suite and a larg
e bathroom with a walk in shower with dual showerheads.

  I have a surprise of my own for them. I discovered that last week my period was late. I went to the doctor today and its confirmed, I’m pregnant. We’re having twins. We’ve already discussed that it doesn’t matter who fathers the children that they will be ours no matter what. Our children will always know they have three parents who love them very much. It isn’t conventional but it works for us. It will work for us.

  I’ve never been happier.

  “I think you should both sit down.”

  They give me a look but do as I ask.

  I get straight to it. “I had an appointment today…and well…I hope you guys will be ready in seven months or less to wake up in the middle of the night to change diapers and help with feedings.” I reach into my purse and pull out the ultrasound pictures that show our little peanuts.

  “Is that what I think it is,” Mikal questions his eyes shining bright with hope and love.

  Andrey gives me a squeeze and I kiss them both.

  “I love you,” I tell them.

  “We’re going to be the best damn dads,” Andrey says.

  “Hell yeah we are,” Mikal says, pulling me in for a kiss at the same time Andrey comes in for one. I give each of my men a kiss separately and we move down the hall to our room to celebrate our good news.

  Mikal and Andrey tear at my clothes, and I work on both of their zippers. We’ve been getting more adventurous between the sheets.

  True to their word both my men take their time worshiping my body and making me feel like their queen. I’m the luckiest girl in the whole world. I’ve got to men who love me more than anything and will do anything to protect me.

  After I moved in with them, they told me about my father. Last we heard, he remarried but lost the diner. He called me asking for money and I felt bad for him because he is my dad and I gave him a little money. Mikal and Andrey said it was my choice. I gave him the money and told him never to contact me again.