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

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  An enraged Simone promptly took leave of both her job and their relationship; taking off for an impulsive late night date with her two star performers. Their magical first night together included dancing, a sweet treat feast (these gents, it seemed, actually had the good taste to appreciate a curvy woman), unbridled sessions of heated, passionate lovemaking, and the revelation of two secret confessions that artfully combined to blow Simone’s mind.

  She learned, for one thing, that the brothers’ tender, beautiful love songs—the ones that always lulled her into a magical trance when she heard them at Cool Beans—had been written for her. Both Chase and Taylor, apparently, had harbored a secret passion for her that could not, would not be denied. And on that fateful night, they revealed to her that they wanted to make her the queen of their den.

  “That just sounded fab! I mean, what woman with working sets of eyes, ears and hormones wouldn’t want to be the queen of their den?” she reflected now, adding with a shrug, “Then I just had to take it upon myself to find out just what the heck a den was by their definition, and why the bloody heck they needed a queen.”

  It was then that the brothers made their second bold confession, this one considerably more shocking and unsettling than the first.

  Chapter Two

  The Harrington brothers, it turned out, had the capability to morph into fang-baring, crazy eye having vampires; and while they had never consumed blood or taken a life, they did exercise certain rites and rituals common to immortals.

  They flew, for example; and even took Simone for a majestic flight throughout the skies of Luna Bay. They slept throughout the day and could not tolerate sunshine or excessive light. They could read her mind; a talent that, considering some of the filthy, naughty fantasies she’d had about them since the moment they’d met, scared her almost as much as their possession of fangs.

  She soon realized that this talent came in handy, as it enabled them to know and understand her deepest, most secret desires; dreams and fantasies that they acted out for her now, on a nightly basis.

  In addition, it seemed that the brothers, who’d been abandoned by their natural born kin in the wake of their transformation, were looking to begin a sort of vampire family; a peaceable den in need of a queen.

  In a way the three already had instituted their own unofficial den; one situated here, at The Moonlight Café.

  Four months ago they had partnered to open this café in a remote corner of downtown Luna Bay; a place located just off the beach, in an abandoned Victorian home with an ebony exterior—one that boasted three stories, a bank of stained glass windows surrounding, a winding porch, and a domed roof of pure crystalline.

  The first floor housed the upscale café where Simone prepared and served teas and delicacies to droves of contented customers throughout the day and evening, and the brothers Harrington performed nocturnal music shows for the pleasure of this—excessively female—clientele.

  Then, late at night, the vampires escorted their queen to a secret boudoir and worshipped her body and soul, making endless love to her as they declared their love and undying passion.

  The trio had toyed with the idea of marriage; and about a month ago they announced their intention to make Simone the bride of their den, as well as their queen--though in the eyes of the friends, customers and family members who would gather for their planned ceremony, they were simply two brothers who longed to take the same beloved wife.

  “And that in itself is pretty blasted bizarre,” Simone mused, adding with a broad, almost drunken grin, “And, speaking for myself as I often do, I love every moment of it.”

  This same smile widened to insane proportions moments later, as her two fiancés descended from the stage to thunderous applause; bowing deep before the bachelorette party as they paused to kiss the hand of each enthralled guest.

  Although the brothers took the time to talk to the guests, answering their questions and signing their CDs, they insisted on flanking the woman they love and identifying her as such; openly smattering her cheeks with kisses as they hand fed her sumptuous samplings of the rich fudge cake they knew she loved.

  “In just a week’s time, love,” Chase reminded her, his rich, deep voice resounding low through her psyche as his crystalline eyes sparkled his love, “You will be the honored bride. You will be the one that everyone gathers to honor, love and admire; and we will be the proud and humbled grooms, so fortunate to stand at your side.”

  Taylor nodded, his own dark gems flashing seductively as he added, “And once we are finally married, making our dreams come true, we will treat you to a romantic, sensual honeymoon designed for your pleasure,” Taylor whispered, adding as he laid a bold lick across the tender skin of her earlobe, “It will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced, our love. And tonight, if it would so please you, we’d love to get a head start.”

  Simone jumped.

  “A head start?” she squeaked, arching her eyebrows as her lovers’ provocative words sent tingles down her spine.

  Her lover’s smooth echoing chuckles only served to enhance her arousal; as did the warm, wet kisses that they planted against her cheek.

  “Yes, our lady,” Chase purred in her ear. “Tonight, love, we would like to treat you to your own very special bachelorette party.”

  Simone smiled, wriggling in her seat as both of her lovers continued to kiss and lick her face, their hands stealing beneath the table to rub and caress her full, feminine hips and thighs.

  “You’ve planned a party for me?” she asked, a wave of desire sailing upward to caress her entire body as she considered this intriguing concept. “Will it take place here? After this festivity?”

  Taylor nodded.

  “Indeed, the party will take place here,” he released on a succulent purr, adding as he ran a massaging hand like water down the planes of her back, “And it starts now.”

  As if on cue Chase reached down to scoop a round ripe cherry from the top of her thick, rich fudge cake; slipping the fruit between his full, moist lips as he crooked his finger in her direction.

  “Come closer, my baby,” he whispers. “It is time for your party treat, Bachelorette. Let your man feed you.”

  Simone’s eyes flew wide, her public surroundings dissolving around her as she leaned forward to accept the offered treat; seizing it with her lips as she lingered to taste the sweetest, succulent cherry kiss.

  She just barely heard the roar of the crowd around them as Chase plied his succulent, juice stained lips into hers; thrusting his long, wet tongue sinfully forth to pass the ripe, round cherry from his mouth to hers.

  As the couple’s kiss deepened Simone reached back to grasp Taylor’s hand, only to find that his sturdy, magical fingertips were working their way up her fleshy thigh; stealing beneath her soft, azure hued apron to rub and knead her skin--finally cupping the aroused femininity that cried out for his attentions.

  As Chase continued to kiss Simone senseless, his long, wet tongue sliding the rich red cherry farther and deeper into her mouth as he rubbed and kneaded her tired shoulders, his equally ardent brother slipped his own agile fingers beneath the borders of her sensible cotton panties to conduct a far more intimate massage.

  Chase swallowed Simone’s startled gasp as Taylor tickled open her feminine folds to touch and massage her throbbing nub; his nurturing fingertips sparking a fire that blazed wildly upward through every fiber of her being.

  Chase continued to ply her lips with the most passionate of kisses, not to mention the most delicious; as streams of yummy, refreshing cherry juice flowed free down her throat. Taylor, meanwhile, continued to caress the clit that cried out for his attentions; his smooth, sensual moves building a delightful pressure that set fire to her femininity.

  As the crowd around them cheered her on, Simone thrust herself into Taylor’s fingers as she and Chase continued to kiss, deeply and passionately. Simone licked sweet cherry juice from the lips of one love while releasing her own succulent lady juices into
the hand of another; her body writhing outright as the heat of ecstasy threatened to overcome her.

  Finally, and just as Chase plunged his tongue deep into her mouth, Taylor delivered a final stroke that sent her over the edge, igniting a fire deep within her as she exploded in the divine sensation of a deep felt clitoral orgasm.

  Turning her head to kiss the man who gave her this lovely bachelorette gift, Simone smacked her juicy lips against his as the crowd roared with approval; and while she waved politely in response to this outburst, she was more intent on listening to the whispered words of her other, equally ardent lover.

  “For the next portion of our show, our lady, we have a very special private show prepared just for you,” Chase whispered, adding as he teased her earlobe with a light, wet lick, “Due to the intense and blatantly sexual nature of this performance, we cannot in all good conscience present it to the public. So with that in mind we suggest that you….”

  “OK Ladies, we’re about to close up shop for the evening,” Simone announced aloud, standing to acknowledge the scattering guests with a broad wave and a broader smile. “Many good wishes to the bride, and thanks to you all for choosing The Moonlight Café as your party place!”

  “Now will you all kindly go home?” she added silently, shaking hands with the bride and each of her guests as her lovers graced them with pecks on the cheek. “So I can commence with my own, very private party?”

  Chapter Three

  An hour later Simone sat alone at the center of her café, enshrouded in darkness as a trickle of excitement coursed the base of her spine.

  After helping her clean the party area, her lovers had retreated backstage; leaving her with the singular instruction to relax in her seat and get ready for a show that she’d never forget.

  And now, as the red velvet curtains surrounding the stage opened before her, she saw immediately that the brothers intended to make good on their promise.

  Now dressed only in sleek, scarlet red thongs that graced and defined their tall muscled forms, Chase and Taylor posed and pouted at the center of a sole spotlight; both flexing their perfect pecs and rolling their firm washboard abs as the opening strains of one of her favorite songs resounded loud in her ears.

  The brothers had written “Night Song,” a sexy jazz number that involved heavy use of breathy vocals and a smooth, sax driven beat, the morning after her first night with them; and although they had sung her the song many times, they now seemed more intent on dancing in time to its sultry, pounding beat.

  Suddenly Chase and Taylor launched into motion; gyrating their hard, trim hips as their long, graceful legs moved in time to their own hot beat. Both held her gazes as they pouted and preened, flipping the lengths of their long, silken hair as their taut, toned bodies slithered and undulated before her admiring eyes.

  “You go, Stud Squared!” Simone cried out, waving random dollar bills in their direction, as they laughed outright in response.

  “Patience darling,” Taylor called out from the stage. “We have much more to show you before accepting any tips. So just sit back, relax, and do allow us to blow your mind.”

  With these words the brothers launched high into midair. Their flawless bodies surging upward with the grace of the most sophisticated, highly trained ballet dancer; though Simone figured that even Baryshnikov couldn’t remain suspended in midair for several timeless, spellbinding moments—or, for that matter, launch into the smooth, graceful flight that soon delivered them at her feet.

  She watched enrapt as Taylor and Chase soared in her direction; their arms and legs poised in graceful poses as they headed straight for her.

  Finally they both stood dangerously close to her at the center of the floor, both gyrating full in her face as she sighed with contentment.

  With hungry eyes she devoured the vision of their massive muscled chests, freshly oiled, and the smooth, rhythmic movement of their trim hips as they gyrated their bulging packages full in her face.

  The trio laughed and enjoyed their experience as Simone slipped dollars into the waistbands of their sleek ruby red thongs; running her hands down their hard muscled torsos as they leaned over to grace her cheeks with sweet, adoring kisses—the long, silken strands of their shiny sleek manes tickling the sides of her face and chest.

  “I always thought that nothing could match the divine experience of watching you guys dance,” she told them, adding as she waggled her eyebrows in a playful manner, “I guess I was wrong.”

  Meeting her words with a mysterious smile, Taylor danced around her in a single, smooth flourish to rub and massage her tired shoulders; leaving her face to face with a flirty, undulating Chase.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he hissed, his perfect body launching in to a swift, full-fledged gyration that launched him straight into her lap.

  With shameless passion his naked body writhed against hers as he thrust shameless against her, gyrating his hips as his abs rolled and his already sizable bulge grew noticeably larger as the friction intensified between them.

  “Mmmm,” Simone moaned, her body reverberating with a wave of sharp arousal as her dark haired lover writhed wild in her lap, rubbing his hard, chiseled body shameless against hers as her golden haired paramour braced her back; his agile hands rubbing and massaging her back and shoulders as his own bulging package thrust full against her—his hard muscled chest forming a succulent cocoon that cushioned and supported her back and cradled her thighs.

  Soon she lost herself in a tight, warm cocoon of muscled sensuality; her body suddenly igniting in a gaze of hard desire that could not, would not be denied.

  And as usual, her men read her mind.

  She took in her breath as—with a wicked smile—Chase unbuttoned her confining apron dress and peeled it from her aroused, sweat lined body, along with her bra and soaking wet undies; leaving her naked and exposed before her lovers’ loving, admiring eyes.

  “Relax, my love,” Chase whispered, skin meeting skin as her breasts crushed his chest and his long, sturdy legs braced her bare, buxom waist. “I plan to make this good for you.”

  With these words he angled his body backward, stretching his strong, chiseled body before her in a blatant invitation. Seizing this offer in full, she ran her hands up the surface of his smooth muscled chest—then laying a playful squeeze on the straining bulge that threatened to break through the threads of her thong. Her fingers tickled and played against his restrained organ, much like he strummed his guitar. And as she looked upward to observe the expression that graced his bronzed, chiseled face, she did indeed witness the same happiness, the same contentment that he and his brother showed when they played their beloved songs.

  This move driving him over the edge, an enflamed Chase bolted upright to press his hard massive chest against hers as he gyrated full against her; claiming her lips in an intense kiss as their tongues and hands entwined between them.

  With a low, hard growl he shifted his hands, tickling his fingers down her buxom sides and fondling her heaving bosom—his fingers bringing her nipples to hard, erect points beneath his nurturing touch.

  As all of her dollar bills had been spent, Simone saw fit to peel his ruby red thong nice and slow down his legs; freeing the long, hard shaft that rose to tease her feminine cleft.

  Soon the couple immersed themselves in the depths of a hot, tight cocoon, their arms and legs entangling between them as they continued to kiss and embrace.

  As an equally impassioned Taylor continued to hover behind her, writhing and slithering his body against hers as he rained sweet baby kisses on the back of her neck, Chase locked his hips and thighs with hers as their dance became more intimate.

  “I want to make love to you, our darling,” he whispered against her lips, his arms rubbing her sturdy back as his long, sturdy legs braced her buxom thighs. “Here and now.”

  With this he thrust his hips hard against hers; pulling back to stare deep into her eyes as—finally and fully—their bodies joined as on
e.

  Simone gasped as—in one flawless, synchronized motion—Chase penetrated her with his long, hard cock and Taylor reached downward to touch and caress her sensitive breasts.

  Throwing her head back, the bride reveled in the loving attentions of her two prospective grooms, engaging the blonde in a passionate kiss as the brunette continued to probe and penetrate her.

  Soon the smooth movement of Taylor’s long, wet tongue matched that of Chase’s reverberating member, with both advancing and retreating in a slow, succulent motion. Matching this movement, Simone took Taylor’s erect cock firm but gentle in her hand and pumped it with her agile fingertips, kneading and caressing his hard rod as he moaned deep against her lips.

  “This is just a taste of the pleasure we will bring you, every night of our marriage,” Chase whispered, bowing his perfect head to lip and nip her sensitive neck.

  Simone let loose with a pleasured cry as she felt Chase’s fangs graze subtly against her neck; while Taylor rubbed his fangs at the base of her spine. They never bit or hurt her, only flashed their fangs as a reminder of their animal natures. And both sets of fangs hardened and lengthened as she pleasured and accommodated both of their long, hard shafts, lovingly and in equal measure; with Taylor throwing his leonine head back and letting loose with a growl as ecstasy overcame her.

  In a final demonstration of both their wild natures and their incredible love for her, the brothers clutched her in a mutual embrace as, with a final mighty thrust, Chase’s cock surged forth to touch her very core as Taylor’s own massive manhood exploded in her hand.