ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories)

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  “Well, it’s weird for me,” she said, the immediate effect of the wine loosening her tongue. “This isn’t really…this isn’t my, you know, bag, or whatever.”

  “That’s fine,” Cage said, settling back down onto the couch and picking up his beer once more. A moment passed without comment. Marla took another sip of wine.

  “So how do we…I mean, how to you start something like this…” she said, her eyes shifting from one man to the other.

  “You could strip,” Tanner said, his eyes on her, burning on her, through her. Marla immediately felt a blush rising to her cheek. “Or we could strip.”

  “Um,” Marla said, wondering for the umpteenth time whether she’d made a huge mistake and should beat it before things got even weirder.

  “We could show you the sex dungeon,” Cage said, and Marla immediately stood up, knowing for sure that she’d made a mistake. But then Cage’s hand was on her wrist, that electric energy cackling between them, and when she looked down at him, he was wearing a wry smile.

  “I’m kidding. We’re kidding. We’re just gonna hang out for awhile. Have some drinks. See what happens,” he said. Marla’s heart was racing, but she liked the idea of hanging out, finishing her wine, having another, seeing what happened…and the friendly smile on Cage’s face put her at ease, if only a little bit.

  “Okay,” she said, her eyes trapped in Cage’s gaze as she sat back down. To her other side, she heard a click, and then the TV in front of them came to life.

  “Got any shows you particularly like?” Tanner asked amiably enough, scrolling through the options recorded on his TiVo. Marla watched the names of the shows go by before explaining in surprise when one particular show came up.

  “You like Real Housewives of Miami?” she said, turning to him in surprise. “That show is so…it’s so…”

  “Trashy? Awful? Amazing?” he said, completing her sentence. “Yeah, I’m addicted. It’s so dumb; it’s so weird. It’s like this gorgeous little slice of modern Americana.”

  “Like a Norman Rockwell illustration on crack,” Cage said, leaning forward slightly. Marla laughed, easily, honestly.

  “Yeah, that’s a good way to put it,” she said, playing with her ponytail subconsciously. She’d worn one of the few dresses she owned, a semi-modest black skater dress with short sleeves. Her shoulder-length hair, pulling into a ponytail, dangled around the base of her neck. She’d put on her typical mascara and lipstick, but otherwise she hadn’t gone out of her way to gussy up. Cage and Tanner were both wearing typical dude-garb: plain t-shirts and jeans. Marla felt herself relaxing slightly as the familiar screeching of reality TV harpies filled the room.

  Two hours, two and a half episodes, and three glasses of wine later, Marla was about as comfortable as she’d ever been on a “chill night” with Todd. She and the men had been laughing and cracking jokes, commenting on the ridiculous things that made up the show’s plotline, and indulging in a surprisingly shared sense of humour.

  Marla had noticed, but not protested, that each time Cage or Tanner got up to refill her glass – they took turns – they sat down a little closer to her, until eventually she was close enough that it wouldn’t take much effort at all to lay a hand on either of their knees. The wine helped calm her down, but she still felt their physical presences as some sort of kinetic energy, their ambient body heat making her feel over-warm, her heart beat rising incrementally.

  She wondered if they were about to make a move on her with the shrill background noise of a drunken, attention-seeking housewife. Her question was answered when Tanner picked up the remote again, switching the program to his music library.

  “Have you listened to this guy at all?” he asked, scrolling down to put on an album that had only recently come out. Marla was familiar with the songs that were played on the radio; the slow, dark R&B single had been a guilty pleasure over the past few weeks. Her stomach flipped as the music began, slow and slinky and pointedly…sexy.

  “Um, only on the radio,” she said, turning bright red. Tanner crossed his legs and turned to her slightly.

  “He’s pretty good. Cage and I saw him last week – got some excellent Molly, it was a good show,” he said. Marla blushed harder; besides a bit of experimenting in college, she’d never done many drugs. For a split second, she felt a strike of panic that they might have put something in her wine. But no, all she felt was a little tipsy.

  “I, uh, I’ve never done that,” she said. “What’s it like?”

  She hoped to stall the inevitable with the conversation – and simultaneously wished one of them would make a move already to dispel the growing tension. The singer’s voice weaved between and around them like silk.

  “You feel like…like everything was put on earth for you to love,” Cage said, on her other side, and Marla turned to him. His piercing eyes had the effect of a drug, more so than any drug Marla had ever actually taken. She felt her breath catch in her throat.

  “And your skin tingles like,” Tanner said, his voice now low and close to her ear. As his sentence trailed off, Marla felt his fingers run up her leg slowly, making her flesh crawl into goose bumps, her stomach flip once more. She closed her eyes, willing herself to let it happen, to let her primal self take over, the way she had in the bar.

  “You didn’t…you didn’t put any in…” she said, needing to know for sure now.

  “No,” Cage said. As Tanner’s fingers ran up and down her thigh, up and down, up and down, his other hand brushed a strand of hair away from her ear.

  “We’re not like that,” he whispered, making Marla shiver down to her core, her cunt suddenly dampening in her panties. His words turned into lips, nibbling around her ear. She squeaked softly, her hands coming down to grip one knee each, needing to feel like she was still on planet earth.

  “We want you sharp and sober as possible,” Cage said. “So you can feel everything we’re going to do to you…”

  Just as Tanner’s lips left her ear, moving down her neck, Cage leaned in and covered her lips with his. Marla moaned into his mouth, her skin alighting with flames of desire as Cage’s tongue pressed hungrily against her teeth, begging invitation to her mouth.

  She obliged, the dual sensation of Cage’s tongue tickling the roof of her mouth while Tanner’s lips danced across her collarbone making her heart go into double time. Tanner’s fingers crawled upward, leaving her thighs, travelling up her hips over her dress, her ribs, the side of her breasts.

  “Oh,” Marla said, breaking away from the kiss to exclaim as Tanner’s hand cupped her breast, kneading it slightly, pinching her already-erect nipple through her dress. Marla felt stupid gripping their knees, but her mind was a blank slate, her ego erased in pleasure and anticipation.

  She rushed her hands up each thigh, but found herself stalled at the zippers, her attention divided, body fumbling. To her surprise, Cage closed his hand over hers and pulled it away before rising before her.

  “Not yet,” he said. Meanwhile, Tanner had grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it upwards; Marla obliged, putting her arms above her head, until she was exposed to them, only the thin fabric of her panties covering her sex.

  “Are you going to…should I…” Marla asked, her sense coming back now that she wasn’t drugged with the smell of Cage’s cologne drifting up her nose, the feel of Tanner’s lips on her pale, sensitive flesh.

  “You should relax,” Cage said, and Marla’s stomach flipped again as he dropped to his knees before her. Tanner grabbed her chin, pulling her face to his, taking Cage’s place with a long, leisurely kiss. The men were acting like they had hours, days even, to take on her, that there was no rush, that every moment could be dragged out into torturous expectation…

  “Fuck!” Marla cried, pulling away once more as she felt Cage’s lips land on her inner thigh; she’d never thought she was that sensitive, but now she felt her pussy getting even wetter as his lips moved up slowly, slowly, towards her panties. She looked down, Cage’s bro
wn eyes piercing up at her, his blonde hair tickling her flesh, his mouth growing closer…closer…

  Marla’s thighs clenched as he moved in closer to her sex, so close she could feel his breath against her clit, her legs spread for him.

  Tanner’s lips moved back to her neck, nibbling and licking as though she were made of the world’s most delicious and addictive chocolate; his hand moved once more to her breast and she turned to him, eyes half-lidded in pleasure, moaning helplessly as Cage’s tongue came to her slit, pressing through the fabric, parting her lips, her wetness making her panties cling to her, a perfect outline of her sex on display for his mouth.

  He almost seemed to growl against her as his tongue moved up to suckle her clit gently under the fabric. Marla’s back went rigid, her spine straightening, hands automatically falling to his hair. Tanner’s fingers teased her, first one nipple than the other, the pain and pleasure mingling.

  “This is…this is crazy,” Marla panted, breathless with desire. She could feel how hot and wet she was, she felt herself throbbing, her clit straining. When Cage pressed two fingers against her slit, going as far into her as he could through her panties, she let her head roll back, Tanner’s lips inciting a fury of pleasure across her neck.

  He draped one arm around her shoulders, so that he could play with both of her small but perky breasts, cupping them from below, from the sides, rolling his thumbs over her nipples. Cage’s breath and tongue teasing her cunt was almost too much to bear.

  “Please,” she moaned, not even sure what she was begging for, only knowing that she needed it more than she’d ever needed anything. “Please, Cage…”

  “Please what,” he said, voice muffled as he continued to lick at her clit through her panties.

  “I want…I want…” she said, mind overwhelmed with sensation, nipples hard as rocks, stomach flipping again and again, a pressure building inside her that threatened to drown her.

  “What do you want, Marla?” Cage growled, and Marla’s skin shook as she felt his hand coming up to grip the elastic waistband of her panties. Tanner’s lips moved back towards her ear, nuzzling into her hair, breathing in deep.

  “Do you want to come?” Tanner asked, the whisper rolling through Marla’s very being, making her clit jump once more. “Do you want us to make you come?”

  “Yes, please,” she squealed, her hands in Cage’s hair pressing fruitlessly, amorously. “Please make me come…”

  Cage yanked downward, and a rush of cool air hit Marla’s exposed cunt, glistening with her juices. Cage wasted no time lapping at her slit, drawing his tongue upwards, her clit exposed from its sheath and buzzing with need. She cried out once more, feral and primal, as his tongue flicked over the tender button just as Tanner’s fingers squeezed around her nipples and his teeth grazed her flesh.

  “Oh, don’t stop, please, please, don’t stop,” Marla moaned as Cage’s tongue moved downward once more, teasing her slit before coming up again to flick at her clit. She pressed his head into her sex, needing more, needing to come, needing the release, the pressure in her stomach building and building.

  “We’ve just started,” Tanner whispered into her ear, and Marla felt herself liquefying; the pressure was threatening to overwhelm her, and she squirmed helplessly on the leather couch as Cage teased her clit, rolling over it gently before flicking upward sharply.

  She felt his fingers press against her slit once more and her eyes popped open, her mouth opening in an “oh” shape, her face on fire with desire. Tanner pinched her nipples.

  Cage sucked her clit in between his lips.

  He slid two fingers into her sex and curled them downwards, hard.

  His teeth just grazed her clit, the sharpest sensation Marla had ever felt.

  And then the pressure exploded.

  Her hips bucked upward to meet his probing fingers, her cunt clenching and releasing around them, a flood of juices spilling onto his palm, her clit vibrating with pleasure as her body seemed to suddenly lift, weightless, into a world of pure and ecstatic bliss. Her fingers, buried in Cage’s hair, dug into his scalp, pressing him hard against her, never wanting the sensation to end, feeling Tanner’s hot breath against her flesh, his hands gently rolling over her breasts now, enhancing her climax with their warm stillness.

  When, at last, she came down, her body slumped slightly, panting, a sheen of sweat on her flesh. Her fingers released Cage’s head and he lunged upward, grabbing her chin and pulling her to his lips. She could taste herself on him, strangely delicious, strangely arousing, her spent body reacting to his demanding tongue, the way he now held her roughly, in contrast to the gentleness he’d just showed.

  “Now it’s our turn,” Tanner growled into her ear, his own sweet tone darkening. With the sound of zippers, both men were suddenly exposed, and Marla gasped. They were both impressively equipped; Tanner’s cock was slightly darker than Cage’s, the head purplish where Cage’s was pink.

  As Cage pulled away from the kiss, his hands fell to her waist, and she felt herself moved with surprising ease, flipping through the air to land on her knees in front of the couch. Her wet, dripping pussy and pert, tight ass were on full display, and Cash’s hands moved down her sides, savouring the reaction from her shivering flesh.

  “Can you give as good as you can get?” Tanner growled, moving so that she was positioned between his legs. She experienced a brief flash of fear as she realized she was going to have to, somehow, fit his cucumber-sized cock into her mouth. And you’re going to love it, said a voice in her head, a new voice, something she’d never quite experienced before.

  “I’ll try,” she said, surprising herself again at the lascivious tone in her voice. Where is all this coming from, she wondered. Before she could ruminate further, though, she uttered a gasp. She could feel Cage’s cock pressing against her slit; he grabbed her hips and pulled her up slightly, opening her for him.

  Cage’s arm snaked around her waist and found her clit once more, even more sensitive now that she’d come once. She moaned and found herself pressing back against him. His other hand moved upwards, grabbing at one of her breasts, all the while inching himself into her, spreading her wide, almost to the point where she thought she might break in two.

  Meanwhile, Tanner’s hand found its way to the back of her head, and he pulled her forward. Obligingly, she opened her mouth to take him in, starting by licking a circle around the head. He moaned, and the sound only inspired her further. She took a bit more in, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt Cage slipping in even further, filling her up in a way Todd had never been able to.

  She moaned around Tanner’s cock, her spit lubricating it so she could take a bit more in at a time. Cage’s finger on her clit stroked the side, bringing alive that same buzzing heat. She ran her tongue along the underside of Tanner’s cock, her dream come true, the sensation of being filled in two holes at once even more amazing than she thought it would be.

  I’m a slut, she thought, the degrading thought only turning her on more. I’m a little slut…

  She nearly bit down on Tanner’s cock as Cage plunged into her, all of him suddenly engulfed in her wet cunt, his finger stroking her clit speeding up slightly. Regaining herself, Marla began to bob up and down on Tanner’s cock, his hand on her head tightening until she realized he was controlling her pace, controlling her.

  His hips began to rock upwards, and she let him fuck her mouth, her tongue wildly stroking every inch she could while Cage began to thrust into her steadily, keeping time to the music playing. His hand moved back from her breast to her hip, then to her ass, grabbing a handful of flesh and kneading it.

  “That’s fucking good,” Tanner said through gritted teeth. The way he looked down at her, all animalistic and hungry, was almost more than she could bear. She felt herself possessed by the men, their own personal pleasure toy, and found that the idea turned her on the more she let it linger in her mind.

  Closing her eyes, she felt Tanner’s coc
k hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, breathing raggedly through her nose. His thrusts were getting faster, harder, and she felt her throat constricting, her body begging for breath even as it begged for more – to be filled deeper, harder, on both ends. Cage was slamming into her now relentlessly, his finger on her clit almost a blur as he stroked her, her body so filled with him that her hips was almost catatonic. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to climax.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Cage growled. Tanner grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed his cock into her throat.

  “I’m gonna fucking come,” he said, “and you’re gonna swallow it all.”

  Marla’s muffled moaning served as her agreement, and she felt him thrust upwards one last time, somehow forcing himself even further down her raw throat, his hot, salty cum hitting her mouth and filling her to the point she might choke. But the feeling of it, of being drowned in his cum, was all she needed, and when Cage slammed into her from behind, she felt herself lose all control, her back arching violently as her pussy clenched and shivered around his cock, milking it, savouring the feeling of being filled to every inch of herself.

  Too soon, though, Cage pulled out violently, and Marla felt hot streams of cum hitting her back, painting her in his pleasure, her legs still shaking. She threw her head back, releasing Tanner’s wilting cock with a ragged gasp.

  “Oh, God,” was all she could say as she struggled to regain her composure. She felt her body collapsing and leaned forward, elbows on Tanner’s knees. But he grabbed her up, encircling her waist as she stood, pulling her in and gingerly kissing each of her nipples before seating her on his knee. Cage stood as well, panting. Marla threw her arms around Tanner’s neck and leaned into him, exhausted but still alive with so much pleasure she thought she had some to spare. Cage collapsed on the sofa beside them.