ROMANCE: Bear Naked Seduction (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 1)

by Audrey Storm

  The brothers interchanged their position. Matthew was slightly bigger than Tony and Ronda eyed him lustily. She grabbed his shaft and thrust it in her mouth all the while massaging his testicles. She sucked him and his testicles alternately and Matthew groaned in pleasure. Tony rubbed Ronda’s clitoris as he flicked his tongue in between her legs. Ronda pushed him in further while clutching his hair. Her body quivered in pleasure as Tony’s tongue touched her G-spot as his thumb kept up the pressure on her clitoris. Ronda exploded in his mouth, as Matthew exploded in hers. The ecstasy and the intoxication drained Matthew, and he lay back, while Ronda focused her attention on Tony and went forward to return the favor by helping the other twin erupt the same way as his brother.

  As Ronda sat in her living room, the memory of the first physical attachment with the twins aroused her. She felt herself between her thighs to find out how wet she was. She looked at the living room clock. It was almost time for her guests to arrive. Everything was ready for the night. She could sit back and relax till her guests arrived.

  The drunken quickie, as they called it, had been quite satisfying. They had woken up the next morning to find them naked and cradled in each other’s arms.

  “One hell of a night, it was yesterday, no?”

  “We can have another one now.”

  They kissed each other good morning and would have probably gone for round two if it was not a working day. Tony insisted that they had time for another quickie, but Matthew and Ronda both vetoed his decision. Needless to say, all three of them were late for their respective work places and they required more than their usual cups of coffee to get through the day. They constantly messaged each other about the night before. Their euphoria was adorable to say the least. They seemed to have rediscovered their friendship and they simply had to talk about it till there was nothing more to talk. Ronda had come up with innovative names for the twins. She nicknamed Tony “Duke of Cunnilingus” and Matthew was crowned as the “The Earl of Fingering”. They still could not come up with a nickname for Ronda, but they were genuinely happy with their sobriquets and had a mighty good laugh about it.

  The moment Ronda and the twins had turned into lovers, the tabloids found themselves going dry. These three figures were single-handedly capable of keeping the gossip mill running with their flamboyant romantic liaisons. Unfortunately, the paparazzi could find neither of the three in a compromising situation with anyone who looked like a potential lover. This secret relationship delighted the trio and they enjoyed keeping the paparazzi wondering about what might have happened to their love lives

  Ronda and the twins yearned for each other’s company but capitalism came in the way. Ronda was busy with a new partnership the publishing house was working on and the twins were busy fine-tuning Edna for the great launch. It was an important phase in the career of both the parties and under no circumstances, could they compromise with that aspect. Their romantic escapade had to wait. However, they met for lunch regularly and carried on with their conversations of business and pleasure.

  The lovers were as happy as they could be. But good things do not last smoothly nor do they last long.

  Ronda was not the type of girl to fall in love easily. She could only remember one man who could make her feel the butterflies in her stomach: Alexander Rodgers. Alexander was the teaching assistant of Ronda’s professor in college and the two young people had taken an instant liking for each other. They both had similar likes and dislikes in their taste of poetry, art and drama. Ronda had seldom found anyone apart from her, except Rodgers, who liked Dryden as much as she did. They had bonded over their love for the metaphysical poets, good Scotch and Renaissance paintings. A romantic relationship was an obvious outcome.

  Alexander Rodgers was not particularly good-looking. He was unkempt, a little sloppy and quite absent-minded at times. His physique was rugged and he went about with an aura of a carefree attitude towards life. His fingers could create magic on a canvas and there were more than one willing woman to model for him at any time. He could mesmerize any audience with his talent with the flute. Ronda had fallen in love with Alexander the day he played Debussy’s Clair de Lune on his flute in the amphitheater on a full moon night. She had kissed him for the first time that night and it was an ethereal experience altogether.

  Ronda had always been wild and passionate. Sex for her involved a lot of heat. But with Alexander it was different. She was subdued, yet passionate. She had understood what the poets had meant by making love when she was with Alexander. He was used to creating these environments that caused the union of the five senses in a synesthetic harmony. Alexander treated sex holistically and he would perfume the room with scented candles and herbs; play soft music and light the room in mellow earthy tones whenever he made love to Ronda. There would be fruits and chocolates around and he would often blindfold Ronda while touching her. She had laughed at the arrangements initially, but on witnessing the effect, the cynic had turned into a believer. Their courtship lasted for eleven months and then Alexander had disappeared without a word. Ronda had searched for him high and low, but to no avail. No one knew where Alexander had disappeared. Ronda was depressed and for almost a month kept to herself. The episode had hurt her in several dimensions. She felt lonely for the first time in years. Alexander’s abandonment cut her like the daggers of betrayal. She had turned into a greater cynic after the episode and had meticulously avoided to form any kind of emotional connection with her lovers.

  The twins were however in a league of their own. Ronda always felt emotionally secure with the twins. She firmly believed that they shared a bond far deeper than just friends or lovers. She was confident that they would always have her back and that three of them together could face any situation whatsoever. The bitter experience with Alexander had not discouraged Ronda to form an emotional connection with the twins. They were safe in each other’s company. And then life threw a curveball at them.

  Chapter 4

  Ronda was attending an art exhibition of budding new artists. She was impressed by the new talents. They were fresh with their perspectives and bold with their use of techniques. There were a lot of themes that these artists had experimented with and it tickled Ronda’s grey matter to discuss about them. She felt refreshed by the innovative ideas around her. She was inspecting oil on canvas on the theme of motherhood, when she was disrupted by a tap on her shoulders. She turned around to behold one of the most bewildering sights of her life till date. Right in front of her stood Alexander Rodgers and he did not even look a day old.

  Ronda had spent many days thinking about him after he had abandoned her. She missed him now and then, but she felt she had moved on. On seeing Alexander standing in front of her, she realized how wrong she was. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, but her heart was reduced to an endless pit of grief that revealed its self through droplets of tears in her eyes. Collecting herself, Ronda flashed a bright smile and greeted the only man she had ever loved.

  “Hello Alexander, didn’t quite expect to see you here.”

  “Well, I did expect to see you here. That’s my painting there you were seeing.”

  “Oh. Oh, I see. It’s a lovely piece of work.”

  “Thank you.”

  A long awkward silent phase passed between the two, during which neither of them had any idea about what to say to each other. There were so many questions that needed to be answered. But neither of them knew who would make the first move. Alexander bit the bullet first.

  “I’m sorry Ronda for pulling the disappearing act.”

  “What?”

  “I’m sorry for pulling the disappearing act. I should have told you something before leaving, but I didn’t”

  “It does not really matter now, does it?”

  In her heart of hearts, Ronda knew it still mattered. She had to know why he had left her. It was mandatory for her to close that chapter of her life once and for all.

  “Yeah. Maybe it doesn’t.”

  “So
why did you leave?”

  “I leave when I leave. If I get bored, I hit the road. I can’t stay at one place, you see.”

  “Why couldn’t you tell me?”

  “There was no point. You wouldn’t have let me go. You were in love with me.”

  “Weren’t you?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn’t. I’m not quite sure.”

  “That’s the most disgusting answer I have ever heard.”

  Ronda left with tears in her eyes. The only time she had felt love was for someone who did not even deserve it. Alexander had hurt her once again. She shut herself from the outside world for quite a period of time. The twins assumed she was busy with her professional commitments and hence could not meet them regularly. After a week, they were worried and they decided to visit Ronda. They were amazed to see her holed up in her house like a veritable Mrs. Havisham. They tried to cheer her up, but they failed. She would not listen to any of their entreaties. After a long persuasion, she ultimately broke down and told them about Alexander.

  Tony being the impatient and short-tempered young man that he was, immediately wanted to find Alexander and teach him a lesson or two on treating women.

  “That fool needs to know what it is like to hurt Ronda Jenkins. Just say the word, Ron, and I will see to it that he never poses a problem to any other woman.”

  Matthew calmed him down with much difficulty. They sat by Ronda, wiping her tears and continuing their efforts to cheer her up. She had decided to break up with the twins, but seeing their behavior she changed her mind and realized that she was just being silly. The twins actually valued her above a lot of other things in their lives and she was grateful for it. She had indeed found love a second time in the twins. They spent a night recollecting their memories of childhood and cuddling each other. They were like innocent children in the Garden of Eden, thoroughly in love with one another.

  Matthew dragged Ronda to the restroom and stripped her. The twins pampered her by giving her a massage and a bath. They helped her to dress up and took her out for a scrumptious dinner. Ronda was lucky to have the two men in her life. Alexander’s memory faded away for her and she had gained the closure that she had been looking for all this while. She was wrong. She was never in love with Alexander. He provided a different perspective to her. She had fallen in love with that perspective, not with Alexander. She was probably always in love with the twins. All through dinner, the twins took especial care to make sure she was smiling, laughing and having a good time. They treated her like she deserved. Tony and Matthew even went a step further and bad mouthed Alexander just to make Ronda feel good.

  It was a special night for all three of them. It had started raining while they were still on their main course. The air was cool and the soft breeze that blew with the rain carried with it the aroma of the wet earth satiated of its thirst. It was a night to relive happy memories and to create some pleasant ones. It was a night that reminded Ronda of the perspective of love that she had so fallen in love with. Tonight, she belonged with the twins and she knew that they felt the same. They raised a toast to new loves that evening and waited patiently for the night to drench them in a burst of insane passion. Tonight, the three lovers conspired to compose poetry of love, an epic of passion and a melody of ecstasy.

  Chapter 5

  The rain outside provided the music to their pagan love song. The night was a sharp contrast to their drunken wilderness. Ronda kissed Matthew, with their lips and tongues dancing to the rhythm of their passion as Tony gently unzipped her dress, baring her smooth ample back. He kissed her back as he gently glided the dress off her shoulders and down her body, revealing the glistening white skin. Matthew caressed her breast while Ronda unbuttoned his shirt. Tony focused his attention on Ronda’s neck as his brother was helped to undress. Ronda turned to kiss Tony and undress him, while Matthew squeezed and rubbed her breasts from behind. The brothers kissed every inch of the woman they had always been in love with. They sucked her nipples gently, while caressing the lines of her lady parts. Ronda breathed heavily, excited by their warm touches. Tony lifted her up and gently laid her on the bed. The brothers licked her skin, serving her like she was some ethereal goddess. They had always viewed her as a Goddess, as Demeter herself, her succulent, pendulous breasts, her wide hips, her ample waist: she was sensuousness epitomized. They formed a daisy chain. Tonight, they would love each other. Matthew positioned himself between Ronda’s legs while Tony pleasured Matthew’s manhood and Ronda swallowed Tony. Their bodies trembled with the synchronization of pleasure and convulsed as the melody of pleasure moved higher towards the harmony of fulfillment. It was synesthesia. The sound of the rain, the smell of the damp earth, their tastes, and the sight of their sculptured bodies and the touch of their warm skin blended to form an orchestra of ecstasy that only the three of them could witness and experience. They exploded in each other’s mouth in a gush of sweetness and citric acidity. The brothers interchanged to complete the cycle of pleasure. Tony put himself at the service of Ronda’s earthy taste, while it was Matthew’s turn to love his brother and Ronda focused on pleasuring Matthew. Their tongues flicked in rhythm to one another; their trembles were synchronized to the beats of the adrenaline rush that the pleasure caused. They continued to swallow each other till they rushed in the labyrinth of ecstasy one more time, causing sweet explosions in each other’s mouth. Ronda’s vagina yearned for her men to gratify her. Tony let the Goddess ride him, while Matthew pleasured her bouncing breasts. He rubbed her clitoris as she gyrated her hips against his. She curved herself and invited Matthew to gratify her anus. She had always dreamt of the brothers pleasuring her together and she would make it happen that night. Tony and Matthew had met their perfect partner. They had been waiting for her all this while. They refused to accept defeat and continued with their games of synchronized orgasms. They continued redefining the rules of love making throughout the night. They tried various positions ranging from the humble missionary to the intimate Lotus. They were living their dream and they would live it fully.

  As she recalled the memory of the night in its entirety while watching the rain from her spacious living room, she could feel the goose bumps on her skin. She craved to be touched and pleasured. She craved for the twins. She craved for that night. This one time Tony had rolled an ice cube down her spine. The thought of it sent a chill down the skin of her back and she wanted Matthew’s warm lips on her navel and her breasts. It was almost time for her guests to come, but she found it impossible to shake the remembrances of that night. Surely her guests would not mind this reverie! Matthew would play this little trick with her. It had scared her so much but she had grown to enjoy it. He would suck her nipples and wet it thoroughly, then bring the flame of his lighter as close to her nipples as possible. He had steady hands and he had never hurt her. The feeling of fear, the heat and the dampness of the wet nipple combined used to arouse her immensely. She would love to experience that again. They had blindfolded her that night and had asked her to figure out whose manhood she was swallowing based on taste. She had identified them correctly. Ronda felt Tony always tasted like strawberries and Matthew tasted more smoky. They loved playing games of tastes. She looked at the clock again. They would be here any minute now. She must get ready. She got up from her seat and readied the dinner table, constantly aware of the touch of either brother. She had cooked a lovely meal tonight for her guests. They always loved anything she cooked. Ronda was wet between her legs. If only the twins were there at that moment, she would have been instantly gratified. The twins had never refused her. Their affair was a prolonged one and it almost never seemed to end. They had made love to one another repeatedly. They had almost moved in to each other’s places because they did not have enough of each other. The paparazzi were still clueless as to why their love lives had dried up. They had found someone else to focus on. The budding artist Alexander Rodgers was notorious for abandoning his women unceremoniously and he was receiving a lot
of flak for it. Ronda smiled to herself. Karma was indeed a bitch. She heard the screeching of a car downstairs. She ran to the balcony and looked down. It was her guests. They were here. At last! Her guests knew how to test her patience. They had always done so no matter how many times she had asked them not to make her wait long enough. But her guests were incorrigible. They enjoyed torturing her. Before long, the doorbell rang. Ronda smiled brightly with a glint of mischief in her eyes and remarked, “At last Tony and Matthew are here.”

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  It had been a rough life for Lexi, she had grown up in a family that did not have any money at all. She spent her childhood in the streets of the worst part of town and often times she would go to bed still hungry. She would lay away half of the night listening to gunshots over the top of her parents arguing and when she finally did fall asleep, she had to worry about bugs crawling on her as she slept.

  She had not lived the type of life that you would call nice or even normal, but for her it was all that she knew. That was why no one was surprised when Lexi moved out of her parents’ house at the age of 18 and chose to live on the streets. When she had first decided to move out she had done so because she thought that she would be staying with friends. As time went on she got tired of moving from couch to couch each night and would often just sleep out in the park instead of trying to figure out which friend would let her stay with them.

  She called them friends but they really did not care about her. She knew guys who would get her high and she knew girls that would hang out with her because they knew they would get free drugs if they were with her but she didn’t really have any friends.