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

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  “You guys look so hot right now.” I melted back against Ian, allowing my body to give in to the waves of pleasure his dextrous fingers were causing below my waist. I bent my head back, allowing him access to the sensitive skin of my neck, and he peppered me with kisses and licks, sending my body into overdrive. This was probably the single most sensuous moment of my life - not just sexy as hell, but sensual and erotic and passionate. This was the sort of thing that I thought only existed in movies - even if that kind of movie would never make it to the cinema.

  I opened my eyes again as I heard a series of moans and cries from below me, and my gaze fell on Paula as her hand moved more frantically beneath her panties. I was staring, transfixed, when I spoke before I had a chance to figure out if I actually wanted to say what was coming out of my mouth.

  “Take off your panties.”

  Ian looked up from my neck, his fingers slowing to a halt under my panties as he looked to see if his wife would obey me. She raised her eyebrows at me, impressed by my forwardness, but did as she was told, slipping her lacy underwear down to her feet then kicking them away. I could feel Ian’s insistent erection pressing into the back of my thigh as his hands continued their dance again, but I could barely focus on anything but Paula’s pussy and the way her hand moved across her flesh. I had never considered female masturbation particularly sexy before, because it was something I did so often, but having it presented in front of me here, by a gorgeous, slender redhead, was making me re-evaluate my stance. I could feel the pressure building between my thighs, growing as Ian pushed his fingers inside me with a slight moan in my ear, and I allowed the orgasm to wash over me. It felt like it had moved across my entire body, exhausting every single one of my muscles at once, and I slumped back into Ian for support. Sure, the orgasm I’d had at that bar last week had been good, but it wasn’t “watching a woman play with herself while her husband fingers me” kind of good.

  Paula caught my eye just as I regained my composure, and smiled. “Good?”

  “Good,” I replied, breathless.

  “Well, then, I think it’s only fair that I get to call some of the shots now, don’t you?” Her tone was playful but commanding, and I felt Ian harden even more against his pants.

  “I don’t see why not,” I answered, my interest piqued.

  “Good. Then lie down on the bed, with your feet over the edge, and take off your panties.” Her tone was direct, and I instantly obeyed her, stripping down so I was wearing nothing. I watched her as she stood up and pulled off Ian’s belt with a flourish, undressing him so that we were all naked. She leant into his ear and whispered something that I couldn’t hear, and I squirmed on the bed as I watched them both. What were they planning to do to me?

  Then Paula came over, and pushed me up the bed a little, parting my legs as she did so. My pussy was exposed to her as she wriggled herself into position beneath me, crawling on to the bed with her ass in the air.

  “I want to eat you, Melanie. Is that okay?” Her voice was soft and careful; clearly keen not to push me into anything I didn’t want. But I was never going to turn down a chance like that. I nodded, unable to answer through the haze of arousal that had descended on to me. God, it was tough not just to grab her head and pull her in line with my cunt, to feel her soft, sweet mouth on me again.

  “Good,” she smiled, and slowly, teasingly lowered her head down so that I could feel her warm breath on my skin. I let out a small moan, trying not to lose my cool, watching as Ian lined himself up with Paula’s pussy, adjusting her so that her hips were in the air. That must have been what the whispering was about. And then, just as he entered her, I felt her mouth press into my pussy, her tongue quick and explorative. Oh God. It was better than I could have anticipated, my body rolling beneath her, my mouth letting out an uncontrollable series of moans and groans. She quickly found my clit and sucked it into her mouth, sending a burst of sensation through the lower half of my body. Her hands found my ass and squeezed, hard, as she began a series of long, slow licks from the bottom of my slit to the top of my pussy. Christ that felt good. I focused my vision long enough to see Ian behind her, pounding into her pussy at quite a speed, the expression on his face one of disbelief and serious passion. It was amazing to be able to watch this woman get railed from behind even as I was having my pussy eaten out- like my own personal private pornography. Yes, I could get used to this. I watched with fascination as Ian reached over to toy with Paula’s clit, forcing a series of moans from her mouth that went echoing through my pussy. I arched my back and slid from side to side on the bed, trying to match her pace move-for-move.

  Her tongue was insistent, pressing into the most sensitive parts of me relentlessly, over and over again. I guess the thought that went through my head most at that point was “why the hell haven’t I been with a woman before?” We made so much sense together; the way our bodies fit together, the way we understood what felt good in a different way than any man. I rocked against her face, allowing her to bring me inches from my next orgasm, as I wondered when I would be able to get her on her own. I would need some training if I were going to pleasure her as well as this.

  And the thought of us together, my mouth on her pussy, was all that it took. My body shook again, and I let out a single cry, feeling my pussy clench tightly as she slowed her licks down to gentle caresses. I peeled my exhausted eyes open just in time to see Ian dig his fingers into her hips and come, letting out his own grunt of relief, as Paula finished with him - the expressions on her face as she pulled away from my pussy were proof enough of that. They slumped together, their bodies still moving against each other as if eliciting every last drop of pleasure they could. I looked down at them, there, and realized that this was the start of my new relationship. And as first-time fucks go, it had probably been one of the best.

  Chapter Five

  And that was it- my happy-ever-after - or at least, for as long as we stay together. Right now, we have an arrangement where I hang out with one or the other of them once a week, and we do a three-person date every weekend. Even in three-way relationships, you have to make sure that you’re putting in the effort to keep the romance alive, after all.

  And they grew to be far more to me than just a crazy Craigslist hook-up. After all, they were my first polyamorous relationship, and I was theirs - there was a lot of learning and growing together to be done to make sure that we all wanted to same things, and to make sure that we were all satisfied, all the time. I guess a lot of people assume that this sort of arrangement is all about the sex, but they couldn’t be more wrong if they tried. For me, it’s more about companionship - being able to share my love of fashion and food with Paula, and talk sports over beers with Ian. They fulfil me in a way that I could never have imagined being fulfilled before, and that’s one of the most immensely satisfying things about our relationship. They supported me when I quit my job and went back to college to consolidate my skill as a designer before I headed out into the big wide world. They are what I’ve been looking for all along- smart, funny, kind, good-looking, and totally attentive. And, most importantly, I’m no longer restricted to just one person- I can indulge my whims with either of them, and that feels both naughty and nice. Yes, there have been little flashes of jealousy, but we know that that’s normal and not something to be freaked out by. After all, we’re only human.

  And yes, if you’re wondering, the sex is amazing. Paula and I spent a long time getting to know each other physically - for me, it was an all-new learning experience, and for her, it was a re-learning one. For the first time since the end of college, Ian and Paula were with new partners, and that gave them the leeway they needed to be that bit more crazy and experimental in bed - both with each other (you should have heard some of the stories Ian told me) and with me. I didn’t mind the trickle-down effect one bit, even if we did keep our threesomes for special occasions only. Special occasions being whenever we goddamn felt like it, of course.

  So, there you have i
t: I started off a straight, single thirty-something office drone, and ended in a bisexual polyamorous relationship, pursuing the career I loved. And it doesn’t get much better than that.

  THE END

  ENSLAVED BY SHIFTERS

  Paranormal Romance

  CHAPTER ONE

  Deck growled deep in his throat. As he watched the crowd in front of him, energetic, yapping, eager to the point of salivating, their multitude of scents assaulted his sensitive nose. From his vantage point on the high cliff, he could see the shifters that had gathered for the auction. Criminals - all of them. And as a bear, he had been raised to enforce shifter law and bring them to justice. His clan all watched from their posts around the canyon.

  Deep beneath the smell and sound of wolves, cougars, tigers, lions, horses, and all the other myriad species, there was a scent sweeter than anything in the world - the smell of ripe, fertile human women.

  Women who could mate with shifters were few and far between, and while most shifters preferred to find those women the humane – and legal – way, plenty resorted to less-savory means. So great was the desire to continue one’s lineage that the temptation to simply buy a viable mate was strong. Deck understood this. But he didn’t condone it. He couldn’t. It wasn’t in his blood.

  But the fact that he alone out of his clan had yet to find a mate made these jobs hard for him to endure. If it was just a matter of putting down a shifter who’d gone mad and started attacking humans or other shifters without reason, he had no problem controlling himself. But here, where a veritable harem of human women were gathered together, his bear went rigid with desire to claim one of them for its own. But he was strong. He could withstand it. He had to.

  The low growl rumbled across the top of the canyon as his clan communicated, careful to keep their voices low to not attract the attention of the men below them. If they weren’t careful, the bastards who ran these auctions would catch wind of them and break it up before the bear clan could descend and dole out justice.

  As it was, the bears were outnumbered by a couple handfuls of shifters. Luckily, there was only one lion and one tiger amongst the crowd, and of the types of shifters, only big cats could truly threaten a bear. Wolves were canny and strong in groups, but they were also smart enough not to risk one of their pack in a circumstance like this. They would turn and run, saving their own skins to live another day, attend another auction. It was the shifters who ran the thing who truly needed to be punished, anyway.

  This particular auction was run by a pair of horse shifters; brothers. They had evaded capture once before when a raid had gone foul, courtesy of a rabid wolf pack that had somehow gotten into the auction undetected. Once one wolf went bad, the whole pack was likely to follow. When the wolves had failed to back off, it had become clear by their crazed eyes and foaming mouths that they were rabid, and they became the main priority of the bear clan. Deck didn’t like killing rabid wolves. He pitied them too much. But what needed to be done eclipsed his rather sensitive nature.

  That sensitive nature was often ridiculed as the reason Deck was still unmated. His brothers in the clan – even if they weren’t related, they were still his brothers – had no qualms about forcing a woman to love them. The bear inside knew when the right mate was near. There was something about her that called to each particular bear.

  There may be three, or five, or ten women on the entire globe who would call to a man’s bear. If you were lucky, you found one of them. If enough time went by without finding the right woman, a shifter might take any viable mate – and live with a restless, unhappy bear for the rest of his life.

  Deck had been lucky once.

  Unfortunately, he’d also been hideously unlucky - or hideously stupid, as his clan had said. He should have taken her by any means necessary, done whatever he had to get her to stay. Keep her chained to his bed, if that would do it. Buy a private, desert island and keep her there. One did not simply let one’s mate go when she asked to go.

  But Deck didn’t have the heart, when he looked into his Lila’s blue eyes, to force her to do anything. He loved her far too much for that.

  The auction was beginning. The brothers stood on the “stage”, a raised portion of the naturally formed amphitheater. The auctioneer – a quick-tongued, sketchy-looking human male who was forced to work with shifter crime lords because regular humans wouldn’t have him – called the attention of all who gathered in the canyon. Deck watched his tongue dart over his lips, eyes moving quickly back and forth as the first girl was brought across the improvised stage to the unrelenting excitement of the audience.

  And Deck.

  But he wouldn’t bow to his temptations.

  Ever.

  Chapter Two

  Corinne coughed, a dry rattle made drier by the oppressive heat. Her body was burning under the California desert sun. She thought she felt a dip in the air temperature that might signal night, but it was impossible to tell, really, with the thick cloth around her head that had kept her eyes useless and mind numb for so many hours – or days – now.

  Time had ceased meaning anything.

  She remembered thinking she could hear the ocean.

  But she knew it wasn’t the ocean, it was the roll of tires on pavement. At one point, her skin had been shielded from the sun. And then the rolling tires had stopped for a while, and the sun had hit hard and harsh. And then she’d been lifted, unable to struggle because her wrists were tied to her ankles, a gag in her mouth. She was still clothed in the dirty crop top and shorts she’d worn. For that, she was thankful. She knew she could have been stripped down and…well, she was sure the end of that story would find her soon enough.

  Some time ago, she’d been sleeping under the boardwalk on Venice Beach, in the company of her small tribe of sisters from different misters. It behooved girls to stick together. She could remember waking up, yawning, tasting the salt air on her tongue while she tried to judge what time it was by the height of the sun in the sky. Failing that, she could look at the tide.

  She liked starting her day at the ocean, anyway. Without waking any of the girls, she crept forward until she could fully rise up and stretch, taking in the early day. It would be a good one. At least, where weather was concerned. But that was kind of the bitch of it, wasn’t it? Every day was a good day and a horrible day.

  She’d enjoyed the warm sand; silky and tumbling around her toes as she took long strides toward the surf, shaking sand from her long, wavy brown hair. Under different circumstances, she could have passed for a surfer. Her body, long and lean with taut muscles, looking like it was made to cut through water. And she had been a swimmer once. In a roundabout way, it’s what had led her here.

  She never made it to the water.

  Always aware, even when she wasn’t really aware she was aware, she’d become cognizant of a strange presence to her left. Looking, her heart had stopped in her throat.

  A cat, larger than life, panting slightly, fur the color of the sand on which it stood, was staring at her. So were two men behind it. Corinne had barely enough time to process that there was a damn mountain lion on Venice Beach before it advanced, pouncing across the sand, and swallowing her scream as it pushed her down, the air rushing from her lungs as her back hit earth.

  It didn’t claw her. It didn’t bite her. It smothered her.

  Lay its girth on top of her, on top of her chest, making her gasp for air. She could barely breathe, let alone scream. And when it looked down at her, she swore she saw something human in its eyes - something lecherous; scornful; prideful. The cougar licked its lips. Shadows surrounded her as the two men took to either side. And then it all when black, and she’d woken up with the sound that wasn’t the ocean at all, her wrists tied to her ankles, a sack over her eyes, and a gag in her mouth.

  Corinne closed her eyes. It didn’t make a difference in the amount of light she saw – none – but it made a difference to her body, which had yet to catch up with her new state of normal. She could
n’t remember sleeping since being taken, but she slept then. She knew she slept because when she woke up, it was loud and cold. Night had fallen, and her body was chilled from its long exposure to the sun, all the warmth suddenly gone.

  The sounds were plentiful and seemed almost like a concert – at least, it reminded her of the dull roar of a crowd waiting for a concert to begin. Someone was holding her with rough hands that twisted and kneaded on her skin, raising her to her feet, forcing her to stumble forward. They had cut the ties between her ankles, and the ties that bound her wrists to her feet, but her arms were still tied behind her back.

  She would have struggled more, but she felt sick. So, so sick. Cold and shivery and like her flesh was trying to stage some sort of violent rebellion against the body it called home. The sound grew louder. One voice seemed to rise above it all. She was barefoot, and the rock beneath her felt still-warm from the day’s heavy sunshine. She stumbled forward, scraping her big toe.

  “…a bright-eyed young lass from the beach, all of 21 years old with lots of life to give a lucky man. You’re just gonna flip when you meet…SAAAAAANDY!”

  The world was just too much. The bag was ripped from her head. Moonlight shone bright against the slick, smooth rocks of the canyon. It reflected off a thousand – a hundred thousand – eyes. And teeth. The sound ricocheted around her, cheering and hollering that shook her brain violently. The man holding her shook her arm slightly and turned her around. Two men stood behind her, both with arms crossed in front of their chests, long dour faces looking grim and cold. Then she was turned back around.

  “Bidding starts at 10 thou, do I hear 11, do I hear 11, we have 11, do I hear 11.5….”