Brothers Next Door: A MFM Menage Romance

by Samantha Twinn

  “My thoughts exactly,” Leo says with a wolfish smile and yanks his shirt off. He turns me to face him while Asher takes off his shirt, and steals a kiss. This time there’s no tease. But it’s still different; not demanding like Asher’s had been. Leo’s kiss is seductive and provocative. And just as I’d hoped, the skin on skin contact makes everything more intense.

  While Leo is seducing me with his lips, Asher joins us again. He kisses the back of my neck and nips my ear. His hot breath caresses my skin as his hand travels lower, sliding under my waistband. His fingers brush my clit, and I bite my lip. “That’s right,” he says as two fingers slide into my channel, then out, brush my clit, and then back again. He does this several more times, and the building pressure of an orgasm is already starting. “Fuck, Leo, she’s soaking wet. Let’s see if we can make her come.”

  Without breaking the kiss, Leo hums agreement and cups my breast again. Between the stinging pinch of my nipples, the breath-stealing kiss, and the rhythmic motion of Asher’s fingers, it doesn’t take long before I can’t hold back any longer. My nails dig into Leo’s back, and I’m gasping for breath.

  “Yes!” I clutch Leo’s shoulders and grind against Asher’s hand as wave after wave of pleasure crash into me. The intense climax is over fast. I’m left warm and boneless. “That was…” I shake my head at a loss for words. “Just wow.”

  “That was nothing,” Asher said. “Let’s move to the bed, and we’ll show you wow.”

  I swallow and look between the two of them, suddenly feeling apprehensive. The sofa feels safe. The bed, on the other hand, introduces a whole new level of intimacy. I’ve read enough ménage books to know how the whole three-way works, but I’m not sure I’m ready to take both of them at once.

  As if reading my mind, Leo kisses me gently and says, “We’ll keep thing simple tonight. Nothing too intense. We want to learn what you like. We’ll see where that leads us next time.”

  I nod, letting Leo lead the way. He slips off his pants before crawling onto the bed, and I do the same. But before joining him, I pause to truly appreciate the sight of him all tan muscles and golden hair. He is male perfection. Toned chest narrowing down to hard abs that I’ve been dying to touch. And lower, jutting from a patch of blonde hair, a thick and hard cock ready and waiting for me.

  Asher comes up behind me and nudges me to the bed. “One step at a time, Bambi,” he says into my ear. “Anything makes you uncomfortable, anything you don’t want to do, just say the word.”

  I know he’s just trying to reassure me, but honestly, at this point, I’d do pretty much anything to get them to touch me again.

  “Okay,” I say and crawl onto the bed. This is really happening, and I’m not about to regret it now.

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  Asher

  Rose is a beautiful woman and even more so without her clothes. She was hiding a delicious body under those conservative clothes. I enjoy the view as she stretches out on the bed. Her cheeks are still a lovely shade of pink from the climax earlier, and that long, dark hair of hers spreads out like a fan against the white bedspread. Leo traces his hand up her thigh, along the curve of her hip, and gooseflesh breaks out on that creamy skin of hers and those dark pink nipples of hers pucker, begging for attention.

  This is going to be fun.

  I kneel on the bed by her waist and cup one of those plump breasts, teasing the stiff peak with my thumb. Her back arches and she sucks in a breath. I bet Leo is right. I could make her come by just sucking of those ripe mounds. Later, I might even try, but right now, we need to get things moving.

  I look over to Leo and without words decide how to proceed. We’ve done this before, and since we’re taking things slow, it means doing things a little different. “Leo’s going to taste that sweet pussy of yours, while I give these tits of yours some much-needed attention,” I say, easing down beside her.

  “That sounds good,” she says, already breathless. Those big brown eyes of hers are impossibly wide, and she watches as we both move into position.

  I want to push ahead. I want to taste and sample every last luscious inch of her body before diving into that pussy, but I’m trying hard to reign in that urge. Rose is not like the other women we’ve taken to bed. Like her name implies, she’s delicate and will take some gentle handling to get her to bloom.

  I lean down to suck a nipple into my mouth as Leo spreads her legs. I flick the hard nub with my tongue, and she moans so I do it again, moving from one breast to the other, as Leo works his magic. It’s not long before her breathing changes from slow deep moans to heavy pants. She’s gripping my arm so hard, I’m sure it will leave a mark. The pink blush spreads from her cheeks down across her chests as she tosses her head back and arches her whole body off the bed. She’s close, and I take a nipple in my mouth and bite down. A harsh gasp escapes her lips.

  “Fuck, she just got soaking wet,” Leo says. “Whatever you did, do it again.”

  Smiling, I move to the other breast and nip the peak with my teeth.

  “Yes. God. Don’t stop.” Her eyes are closed, and she tosses her head back, losing herself in the moment. She grinds her hips against Leo’s face, and her nails dig into my arm as she lets go. Leo doesn’t stop up until she’s finally screaming out her pleasure.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard,” Rose says out of breath. She laughs and tosses a hand over her forehead. Her hair is tangled around her face, eyes hooded and still hazy from the orgasm, but that simple smile lights up her whole face. I didn’t think it was possible, but she’s even more beautiful. This woman is perfect, and for tonight, she’s ours.

  Watching her come made my dick ache and as much as I wanted to take things slow for her sake, I need to be inside her more. I grab a condom from where I’d left the stack and fist my cock with a growl.

  “Bambi, I going to fuck you now,” I say. “Are you still with us?”

  “Yes,” she says and looks down at my cock, licking her lips. “But first, I want to do something. I want… Uhm… to return the favor.” She glances over to where Leo was standing on the other side of the bed. A blush creeps up her neck, and it’s so fucking cute. “I want you in my mouth.”

  Our plan was to keep things easy with very little tag team action, but the thought of taking her on all fours while she sucks off Leo is too tempting. I tear my eyes away from her long enough to see Leo already moving to the head of the bed, and I don’t even have to ask if he’s on board.

  “Up on your knees,” I say and help shift her position. All shyness from earlier is gone. Rose goes right for Leo’s cock. A ragged groan escapes his lips with the first touch of her tongue. I stop and watch as she takes all of him deep and without hesitation. Leo gathers her hair out of her face and wraps the locks around his fist, giving us both a better view.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.

  But as much as I like to watch, I have other plans. I get up on my knees and position the head of my cock at her entrance. She pushes back without breaking her rhythm, letting me know she’s just as eager. Her pussy is still slick from coming early, and I push forward in one swift motion, stretching her inner muscles. She’s so hot and tight. I take a moment to just enjoy the feel of her around me, but then she rocks forward and back along my length. The impatient little minx. I grab her hips with both hands, taking back control, and slam into her. Her muscles tighten around my cock in response, and I let out a satisfied groan. Sweet Rose likes it a little rough.

  I quicken the pace, pounding into her with an edge of urgency, my fingers digging into the plump flesh of her hips. And she’s there with me, with us, all the way.

  Leo puts a hand on the headboard and starts thrusting his hips in opposite rhythm to my own. It’s all moving so fast, but fuck, this nerdy little accountant is hot as fuck. Her body is made for pleasure. A few more thrusts and Leo lets out a roar. I’m right behind him. I can’t wait another minute, and I hope to hell I can get her there.

  “Fuck,” I
breathe and slip my hand down to find her clit. “I can’t hold on any longer. Come for me, Bambi.”

  Leo repositions himself and kisses her while his hands move down to tease her breast. My balls tighten, and just when I’m about to come, her inner muscles grip me like a fist. She tosses her head and yells out my name. I let go and tumble over the edge.

  My legs turn to jelly. I fall forward, catching Rose around the waist, and pull her to the side with me. She curls up at my side, laying her head on Leo’s stomach and lets out a satisfied sigh.

  She looks up at Leo and then back to me. “You were right,” she says, “That was wow.” She smiles again, and something inside my chest tightens.

  I want to pull her into my arms and kiss those red, swollen lips. I want to pull the covers over us and fall asleep with her here tucked between the both of us. This woman makes me want to break all my own rules, and that scares the shit out of me.

  I clear my throat and slide out of bed. “I’m going to clean up. Leo and I have a call with Hong Kong in an hour.” Rose frowns and shifts up to her elbows. She looks thoroughly debauched with her hair tangled and her lips swollen. I’m tempted to crawl back in bed, but I stay the course. “If you need anything…”

  Leo narrows his eyes at me, but when Rose looks over her shoulder at him, he smiles. “I think I’m going to skip the meeting and call it a night.” He pulls Rose into his arms and kisses the top of her head. “Do you mind if I stay?”

  Rose snuggles back against him, a smile teasing the corner of her lips. “I’d like that.”

  Rose curls her naked body against Leo as he pulls the covers over both of them. I have to fight the urge to crawl back into bed.

  I stalk back to my wing of the penthouse, confused and a little angry. This isn’t how we operate. We don’t stay the night. It’s one of our main rules, and Leo knows it. One of many we seem to be breaking for this woman.

  So why do I feel like I’m the one in the wrong?

  Because she isn’t some girl you picked up at a party, a little voice in the back of my head reminds me.

  Rose is different. But now I’m left wondering what that means for us? Or more specifically, where does that leave me in the equation?

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  Leo

  The next morning, I wake with Rose’s pert ass pressing against my hard cock. It would be so easy to shift and bury myself deep in her cunt, but I hold back. We haven’t discussed what happened last night, let alone losing the condoms. I roll on my back and think about work, trying hard to kill the need.

  “Morning,” Rose says with a yawn. She smiles up at me with sleepy eyes. Not a shred of doubt or regret.

  Warmth spreads through my chest, and I fight back the urge to fist pump in the air. I knew I was right about her. Instead, I lean down and kiss her. This connection is what has been missing from my life all this time. It pisses me off that Asher didn’t stay because deep down I know, he needs this just as much as I do.

  “Good morning to you,” I say, caressing her cheek. It was obvious that Rose was hurt that Asher left in such a hurry last night, even though she tried to hide it. I’ll deal with him later. Right now I want to bask in this moment. “How are you feeling this morning?”

  “Good,” she says and lets her eye travel down to where my dick is tenting the blanket. “I can help with that. Last night we didn’t… you and I.” She bites her bottom lip and looks back up at me. “That is if it’s okay without Asher. We didn’t really talk about that last night.”

  “We’re playing by your rules. And we’re still in the bedroom,” I say and toss the covers back. “As for Asher, it’s his loss for not staying.”

  Her smile brightens, and she grabs a condom from the table. She pushes me back on the bed and straddles my hips. I lay back, allowing her the control this morning. She rocks her hips, seating my cock slowly, almost painfully so. I have to fight the urge to thrust up and impale her. I fist the sheet, determined to let her set the pace.

  And when she starts moving, I’m glad I was patient. She’s like some ancient sex goddess.

  With her head tossed back and her brown hair spills down her shoulders, Rose gets lost in a slow, steady tempo. After a few moments, her body is slick with sweat. Her breasts sway with the motion as she grinds her hips, finding her own pleasure.

  It’s fucking amazing to watch.

  I’ve never wanted a woman like I want her. Rose is more that even I expected. I understand Asher’s apprehension, but I’m done pretending. She’s ours.

  Rose leans forward and grips my shoulder, picking up the pace. I grip her hips helping her move, so her clit grinds against my pelvis.

  “Oh, yes. That feels good.” She moans and grinds harder. Her breath is coming hard, and her eyes drift close. Her legs are shaking and I know she’s close.

  “Let go, baby. Come for me.” I tighten my grip on her hips and keep the rhythm.

  She tenses and locks her gaze with mine as I continue to pound into her. “Yes, Leo.”

  My own climax hits me, and I pull her down hard on my cock as I come. It’s enough to push her over, and I feel her muscles pulse around me, prolonging my own release. We both collapse into a heap of tangled arms and legs, panting hard.

  After she catches her breath, Rose kisses me softly. “Thank you. What a nice way to wake up.”

  I couldn’t agree more. I’m pretty sure I’m already in love with her, and that changes everything. She’s opened up something inside me that I didn’t know existed and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure this lasts.

  As promised, we keep the sex to the bedroom. We work hard and keep things professional, but once we get home, all bets are off. After a few nights of amazing sex, I realize that keeping things to the bedroom was a lot harder than any of us expected. I want to touch her all the fucking time, and the feeling is universal. Soon the rule is amended to include anywhere in the penthouse.

  But the merger still dominates most of our day. Most of our time is spent in the office, and for the first time I can remember, I hate the idea of working so many hours. It has everything to do with this woman. I want so much more with her.

  She has boundaries. I get it. But that doesn’t mean I can’t test them.

  Asher and I have a black tie affair at the end of the month. We’re getting a stupid award for donating a shit-ton of money to a local foster care program. I want Rose to be there with us. We’ve never gone out on a date or even had a meal at a restaurant. This event is a great opportunity to remedy that.

  On the ride home from work on Friday, I bring it up.

  “No,” she says, shaking her head. “We agreed.”

  “We agreed on a lot of things, but our relationship has evolved. It was your idea to take things out of the bedroom.”

  “I meant the sex. This is like dating.”

  “This isn’t like a date,” I argue. “There’ll be food, dancing, drinks. You’ll have fun.”

  “Oh, it’s that simple. I’m just supposed to come?” She looks back and forth between the two of us. “With both of you?”

  “You do all the time,” Asher says and runs his hand up her leg.

  “I’m being serious. How would it look? People would make assumptions.” She turns to Asher. “Back me up on this.”

  “You live with us, Bambi. I’m pretty sure people are already making assumptions.”

  “See. There’s no reason for you not to go.”

  “Men. They never listen. I must be stupid to get involved with two of them.” Rose tosses her hands up in the air and growls her frustrations. “What if I told you, I don’t want to go?” Rose says crossing her arms. “I’m not a party girl.”

  “It’s not that kind of party.” I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear and kiss her jaw. “I want you there,” I whisper against her ear.

  To my surprise, she picks up my hand and kisses the knuckles. “That’s sweet, but I don’t have anything to wear.”

  “I can take care of that.”
I smile in triumph and send a text to my personal shopper. He’ll have a selection of dresses to her by dinner.

  The car comes to a stop outside our building. Asher chuckles and opens the door, shaking his head. “You walked right into that one, Bambi.”

  Rose rolls her eyes but accepts his hand as she gets out of the car. Once standing, she grabs Asher’s jaw and plants a quick kiss on his lips. “Don’t call me Bambi.”

  He laughs and slides a hand to the small of her back. “You love it when I call you Bambi.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a flash of light. Asher must have seen it too because he turns, pushing Rose behind him.

  “What is it?” she asks.

  I spot a guy in a trench coat across the street snapping pitchers. “Fucking, paparazzi.”

  “Let’s get inside,” Asher says to Rose who’s straining to see around him. “I’ll send out security.”

  “I don’t understand,” Rose says, confused. “Why are there paparazzi taking pictures of us?”

  “It must be a slow news week, and the gossip columns love to speculate about Asher’s love life.”

  “My dad’s up for re-election next year,” Asher says after coming back from security. “It’s always worse during an election cycle. They’re going to increase patrols, but if it gets bad, I’ll hire some additional security.”

  Not one to let an opportunity go, I put my arm around Rose. “Looks like you’re going to be in the paper. Now there is really no reason for you not to go.”

  She sighs, and I plant a kiss on her temple. At least Rose is starting to relax into the idea of a relationship. Now, I just need to get Asher more invested.

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