Power Play - A MFMMM Reverse Harem Billionaire Romance (You Can't Resist a Bad Boy Book 6)

by Layla Valentine

  I’d just had sex with a billionaire. Who also happened to be a man that I’d just met. A man that had literally walked up to me in order to proposition me. That was enough for a good freak out on its own—I hadn’t had a one-night stand since college. And then there was the fact that I was supposed to be doing a story about him. An exposé all about billionaires having sex parties…and I’d just participated in one.

  Was there such a thing as being too undercover?

  I still had my watch on, so I moved my arm until I could see the time. Damn. Kelsie had left on the speedboat a half hour ago. I was going to have to go all in if I wanted to make it through the night without anyone realizing who I really was.

  Wasn’t I all in already, though? I’d just had sex with Liam Myer, the guy who owned the yacht and had started these parties. I could just sleep the rest of the night away in this bedroom if I wanted, theoretically. But then what would that get me? I needed to talk to more people. To do that, I had to rejoin the party upstairs on the deck.

  Crap.

  “How are you feeling?” Liam asked. I could feel his breathing becoming more even and less labored.

  I stretched, feeling a pleasant ache in my limbs, the kind that only comes after a round of good, athletic sex. I shivered a little, a tiny aftershock of pleasure. “Amazing,” I said honestly. “You?”

  Liam gently pulled me up until our faces were level with one another and he could kiss me. It was deep, just like the one from before, but a bit softer, and less rushed. He hummed, pleased. “It’s a pity you haven’t been invited before. You’re a model, right?”

  It was as good of a cover as any. “Yes, that’s how Walter found me.”

  “Nice.” Liam sat up. “You good? Ready to rejoin the party? You can just stay here if you’d like.”

  I was surprised by his consideration. “I’m okay,” I said. I managed to stand up without my legs giving out from under me, which was a start. “I’d hate to miss out on seeing what this party is like in full swing.”

  Liam laughed and his eyes flashed. A shiver worked its way up my spine. “Oh, just you wait,” he promised in that sinful tone of voice. “You’re not even going to know what hit you.”

  He helped me back into my dress and I helped him to get his clothes the rest of the way off. His pants had been kicked off and he’d shed his jacket, but his shirt had only gotten unbuttoned and I hadn’t even noticed that his socks were still on. I had to repress a giggle.

  “I’m just going to put on a bathing suit,” Liam explained, and wandered into the closet to choose one. “We keep a few stored in the rooms in case somebody forgets one. We’ve got a few for women as well, if you’d like? Or did you bring your own?” His gaze roamed over my body hungrily, as if he was picturing me in various possible outfits.

  “I didn’t bring anything, but I’m okay,” I promised. I felt exposed enough already in this dress and I was sure that anyone who looked at me could tell I’d just fucked myself on Liam’s dick and screamed myself hoarse about it.

  “The rooms are soundproof, by the way,” Liam said, as if he was reading my thoughts. “So don’t worry about making noise.”

  Heat climbed up my neck and cheeks. “I know I can get a bit loud, in the moment…”

  “Don’t worry.” He finished changing into his bathing suit and walked toward me, looming over me. It made my knees weak all over again. “I loved it.”

  The dark heat in his eyes almost had me opening my legs and begging him to fuck me again. I’d never been so turned on just by a look and a few words. This was a man who knew how to pleasure a woman, and had no qualms about showing that confidence in his posture.

  But then Liam unlocked and opened the door for us and held out his hand again, as he had at the bar upstairs. “Shall we?”

  I took his hand, surprised at the sweetness of the gesture. “Thank you.”

  We held hands all the way up to the deck. What I saw there nearly made my jaw drop.

  One of the men—the one from the Jacuzzi—had disappeared, along with about five of the women. But the people still hanging around clearly didn’t have any shame about what they were doing. Two women were still in the Jacuzzi and obviously doing a lot more than kissing. One guy I hadn’t really seen much of before was lying back on a couch, getting blown by a woman while two others literally had sex in front of him.

  The dance floor by the bar wasn’t any tamer. All I could see were bodies writhing up against each other, and some sounds that suggested people were ‘dancing’ only in the loosest sense of the term.

  Liam might have sensed my shock, because he squeezed my hand reassuringly. “C’mon,” he said, “There are some people I want you to meet.”

  He led me purposefully across the deck and into the covered area where the dance floor was. We wove our way through the dancers, and I had to work hard not to just stop and stare. When we made our way to the center, Liam let go of my hand so that he could grab three other men.

  Two of them looked exactly alike, tall and blue-eyed and absolutely gorgeous, with strong jaws and styled hair. They both wore bathing suits, one blue and one red, which was the only way I could tell them apart. The third was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, with black hair, dark, dark brown eyes and a predatory smile.

  I’d thought that I wouldn’t be able to muster up any more energy after that unbelievable sex with Liam, but with three beautiful men staring at me like they wanted to fuck me to next Sunday…I found myself getting a little wet all over again.

  “Guys, this is Gabi,” Liam said, raising his voice to be heard over the music. “Gabi, these are the twins, Cody and Cameron, and Jason, my best friend.”

  Cody and Cameron—I wasn’t sure which was which—smiled at me. Each of them took one of my hands and then kissed it.

  “A pleasure,” said one, and I could hear his British accent. Oh God. More heat pooled at the bottom of my stomach. They were hot and had accents. I was done for.

  “Take care of her, okay?” Liam said, clapping Jason on the shoulder. “I should mingle.”

  Liam pressed a quick farewell kiss to my cheek and then vanished into the crowd. The twins looked like they wanted to say something to me, but then Jason swept up next to me, sliding an arm around my waist. “I’ll take her from here,” he said, obviously goading the twins a little. Then he leaned in and put his lips right at my ear. “Why don’t we go somewhere quieter?”

  Something in his tone was so calmly demanding, like he was ordering me and knew that I would obey, that I couldn’t help but lean into his touch a little. “Okay,” I said.

  Jason squeezed me lightly. “Good girl.”

  I almost melted. Looked like praise was a kink I didn’t know I had.

  Jason led me back outside and then past the couches, around the covered area to a more secluded spot with some beach chairs. He sank into one of them, but when I went to sit on the other, he shook his head.

  “Plenty of room right here,” he said, patting his lap.

  I swallowed. A part of me wanted to obey him. Another part of me wanted to run for the hills.

  Jason crooked a finger at me, his eyes getting even darker. “Come and sit down.”

  The way he ordered me was one of the hottest things I’d ever heard and I stumbled forward, eager to obey. I sat down sideways on his lap, but then he turned me so that I was with my back to his chest. He draped an arm over my waist and then placed his other hand high up on my thigh.

  “So you’re Gabi, huh?” he said. “I take it this is your first party with us.”

  I tried to sit as still as possible, unsure what he wanted from me. “Yeah. I’m pretty new to the whole modeling thing and when I was told about this, it…seemed too good of an opportunity to pass up.”

  Jason made a noncommittal humming noise and the hand at my thigh pressed outward, moving my thighs open. I struggled to keep my breathing under control. “Do you know who I am?”

  “I’m afraid not,” I admitted. />
  Jason chuckled. “I’m not surprised. I work in Hollywood, but most people don’t recognize my face, even if they’ve seen my movies.” The arm at my waist pressed inward until I relaxed against him, my head rolling back onto his shoulder.

  “Do you work behind the camera then?” I asked. Jason’s fingers were lightly running up and down the inside of my thigh. Teasing.

  “I’m a stuntman, actually,” Jason admitted. “Huge adrenaline junkie. It’s why I like these parties… You can do things…”

  One of his hands slid up and underneath my dress to caress my breast while the other slid higher up my thigh, his fingers brushing against my wet, tender skin. I hadn’t bothered putting my underwear back on, knowing that pair was a lost cause. Now I trembled underneath Jason’s touch.

  “You can do things that you’d never be allowed to do otherwise,” he whispered. “Like pleasure a girl you’ve only just met…”

  I was already trembling and so turned on, it almost scared me. I sat up and turned around so that I was facing him, my legs still on either side of his lap. “What does your family think?” I blurted out.

  Jason blinked at me, startled for a moment, and then chuckled. “You’re new to this, aren’t you, Gabi?”

  I knew I couldn’t lie to him about this particular bit. I nodded.

  Jason’s smile widened. “Such a good girl, aren’t you, hm?” His hands slid up and down my thighs, almost soothingly. “How about this. You’ve got some lovely legs. Why don’t we go out on the dance floor and take a spin? You can ask me about myself, and for every question you ask me, you have to answer truthfully something that I ask you. Tit for tat. Fair?”

  I nodded. I could easily make up some lies about my supposed modeling career. I stood up, and then Jason followed me. Before I could head back to the dance floor, however, he spun me back around and pressed us up against each other. He leaned in, his mouth brushing up my neck.

  “And while we’re out there, how about you call me ‘sir,’ hm?”

  All the bones in my body seemed to turn to liquid and Jason laughed deeply, right into my ear. “You like that, don’t you?” His hand slid down to my ass and squeezed. “Go on, answer me.”

  “Yes,” I choked out.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, sir,” I managed. My skin felt too small and too hot for my body. Jason finally pulled back, his hands settling on my hips.

  “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, I think,” he said. Then he led me out to the dance floor.

  It was some kind of salsa beat, which fortunately I’d grown up dancing to, and I knew the steps without having to think about it much. It was just as well because the moment we got out there Jason pulled me up close against him, his lips right at my ear again.

  “Ask away, Gabi,” he growled, making it sound like a command. And oh, was I ever eager to obey.

  “I was wondering what your family thought about your career,” I said. I needed to know what his family connections were, if he’d built his own fortune or not. “Sir,” I added at the end. Jason squeezed my hips appreciatively.

  “I can’t say they approve,” Jason admitted. “They wouldn’t approve of what I’m doing here with you, either.” He sucked at the skin just underneath my jaw and I stumbled a step. “They come from old money, and they’ve kept the family business in the family. But I’m not going to be behind a desk my entire life. It was Liam that convinced me to follow my dream of being a stunt double. We grew up together, best friends since elementary school.”

  I couldn’t help myself, I ran my hands over Jason’s shoulders and chest. He was bulkier than Liam, and obviously spent a lot of time at the gym. The thought of what all of that muscle could do to me made me shiver.

  “My turn,” Jason said, his voice right at my ear again. “Tell me, Gabi, do you like to be tied up?”

  All of the breath left my chest. “I… I don’t know, sir,” I admitted. “I don’t know, I’ve never tried it.”

  Jason tightened his grip on me. “Would you like to try it?”

  That was two questions, but Jason tugged on my earlobe with his teeth and I could hardly string words together. I thought of being tied down, at this strong man’s mercy as he called me a good girl, and I let out a little moan. “Yes.”

  Jason swatted my ass with his hand and I yelped, pleasure and pain spiking through me. My skin tingled. That… That had felt really good. I wanted him to do it again. “Yes, what?” he reminded me.

  “Yes, sir,” I replied, breathless.

  “I think you liked that,” Jason noted. He sounded almost musing. “I wonder what would happen if I took you to one of the play rooms, hmm? Had you on my knee and spanked you a good few times.”

  I imagined straddling his knee, grinding down against his leg while he smacked my ass again and again. I could feel myself getting wetter. My thighs were probably gleaming with it. “I… I mean, yes, sir, I’d let you do that.”

  “Would you? And would you let me tie you up, slide my tongue inside of you until you begged for me?” Jason didn’t even give me a chance to reply. He spun me around until his chest was against my back and he could put a large hand around my waist. “I could keep you on the edge, keep you begging until you can’t even speak, until all you can do is moan.”

  I was all but moaning now. I could see it so clearly in my mind’s eye. I would be spread on the bed, my hands and legs anchored, no way to hide it. He could just crawl between my legs and fuck me over and over again.

  “We could have such fun,” Jason promised me, his hand heavy and controlling as he kept me pinned to him. “Maybe I could feed you my cock, make you get me good and hard so I can fuck you. I also have a most…extensive collection of vibrators.

  “I wonder how long you’d last with one inside of you, my hand on the remote, seeing how long you could last. You wouldn’t be allowed to come until I told you. You’d have to be a good girl for me.” He moved his hand to my breast again, kneading it, scattering kisses up and down my neck. “Would you be a good girl for me, Gabi?”

  “Yes,” I admitted. I wanted what he was talking about, I wanted it so badly I thought I might come right there on the dance floor from his voice alone. “Yes, sir, yes, I’d be a good girl for you.”

  “Be a good girl for me now,” Jason said. “Spread your legs.”

  I did as he asked, God help me, need thrumming in me so loudly I could hardly even hear the music. Jason slid a hand between my legs, just barely brushing my clit.

  “There’s this wonderful thing called a spreader bar,” he confided. “It helps to keep your legs spread…no matter how intense the sensations. Just imagine it: you all tied up, maybe even gagged, legs wide open. You’d be entirely at my mercy. I could play with you all night long, make you come so hard you black out.”

  I choked out a sob, more wetness sliding down my legs. I knew I was getting some of it on Jason’s fingers, but I didn’t care. I was so close to coming and he hadn’t even really touched me. “I want that,” I promised. “Please, please, take me upstairs, sir, please, I want it.”

  Jason brushed his fingers against my clit again and I had to bite my lip hard to hold in a scream at the electric sensation. I’d never felt so desperate. I was out in the open, begging a man to take me to his room and use me and I couldn’t care less if anyone saw. It was as if the other people didn’t exist.

  “We could have some fun with temperature too,” Jason mused. “Ice cubes, wax…”

  “Yes, please,” I whispered. “Sir, just, take me upstairs.”

  Jason pulled back and I almost fell over, not realizing how I’d come to rely on him to keep me standing. He looked like he was going to pull me upstairs—but then a large arm wrapped around me from behind and pulled me flush up against another man.

  I looked up and into the face of one of the twins, the one with the red bathing suit. “I’m Cameron,” he whispered. “Thought it was time we got better acquainted.”

  “I was going
to have her,” Jason pointed out.

  The other twin, Cody, playfully shoved him. “You can have her later.” He fixed me with a grin. “Right now… I want a taste. If that’s quite all right with you, darling.”

  I nodded, entranced by his accent and the twins’ confidence. Jason rolled his eyes, but then fixed his gaze on me. “I’ll be seeing you later,” he promised. “Until then, be a good girl.” Then he winked at me and vanished into the crowd.

  The music shifted, turning into something more fit for a nightclub, with pounding bass. Cameron started grinding up against me from behind and I could feel the hardness of him, already digging into my ass. I ground back, breathless, still incredibly turned on from Jason.

  Cody stepped up to me, his hands coming to rest on my hips and a thick thigh sliding between mine. He ground up against me and I rode it, finally getting some pressure on my clit.

  “God, you’re gorgeous,” Cody breathed. “Look at her, Cam. Already willing and waiting for us.”

  Cameron started pressing kisses into my shoulder and neck. I started a little as two pairs of hands began to roam over my body. It was incredible, grinding down on Cody’s thigh and then grinding back into Cameron’s cock. It was double the sensation.

  “That’s it,” Cameron murmured in my ear. “Take what you need, love, that’s it.”

  I honest-to-God whimpered. All thoughts of getting information were gone. I just was left wanting to fuck myself on these two men.

  Cody thrust his thigh up and I cried out, finding that there, there, there pressure. He did it again and again, while Cameron kept me all but pinned to his body so I had no choice but to take it.

  I wasn’t really dancing anymore, just writhing on Cody’s leg, my ass rubbing back against Cameron’s cock. Their hands were everywhere, all over me, pressing trails of fire into my skin. I couldn’t get away from the pressure and the touch. It completely overwhelmed me. I felt trapped in the best way.

  “Look at you,” Cody murmured, tilting my head up so that I could look him in the eye. One of Cameron’s hands started plucking at my nipple and I keened, my head falling back as I let him suck a bruise into my neck.