Their Courtesan: Billionaire Menage Romance

by Cynthia Dane

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Miguel murmured on her lips, Judith shuddering beneath him. Seth’s tongue had circumvented the broadest part of her thong and was now making its merry way along her slit. This was a man who knew how to please her with nothing more than his lips and tongue. She stood no chance! “Relax and enjoy yourself, ma cherie. We want you to have a good time. With us. Together.”

  “Okay…” Judith pushed her head up to kiss him, reveling in how his tongue felt in her mouth and Seth’s tongue felt parting her nether lips. She moaned against Miguel, legs pulling up into the chair so Seth could do whatever he wanted down on his knees. Keep it up and I’ll get on my knees. Judith was starting to enjoy herself now… thinking about Miguel’s reaction to her drooling over Seth and vice versa. How hard could she make her men take her?

  I want them both. Now. She grabbed Seth’s hair and held him against her folds. His nose nuzzled her, invigorated by her scent. All she wanted was to throw herself into lovemaking. Not making love to Seth, but making love to the man exploring the depths of her throat with one of the most powerful tongues in the world.

  Judith found Miguel’s zipper and pulled it down.

  “Hold on,” he said, giving her one more kiss before removing her hand from his pants. “It’s not time for that yet. Slow down for once, would you?”

  “Can’t. Only got two speeds.” She smiled against his lips – and then trembled against Seth’s. Every time his tongue rolled up her slit, she whined, her brain trying to formulate proper words. “Fast and furious fucking and sweet and slow. I’m too horny for the latter.”

  “You hear that down there? Pick it up a bit. Our woman’s got needs.”

  “That’s right.” Judith lightly thrust against Seth’s face. “You want to please a woman like me? You’re gonna have to step it up a bit.”

  Seth rose to that occasion. He went from teasing to full blown tongue fucking in two seconds flat.

  Judith closed her eyes and let her men do whatever they wanted to her. Apparently, they had a plan. A plan that could go by the wayside once they were in bed, but a plan nonetheless. Who was Judith to say what they should or should not do? She had final authority if she really didn’t like something, but both Seth and Miguel should know her well enough by now to know her hard limits. Two men she loved wanting a piece of her at the same time? Bring it on!

  “I think she’s going to come,” Miguel said, pinching her nipple within her blouse. Judith threw herself into her first orgasm of the day, Seth’s tongue penetrating her one moment, stimulating her clit the next. Judith gave in. Caved in. Died. “She is definitely coming.”

  It was over too soon. Seth licked his tongue down the length of her thigh before sitting back on his knees with a look that said, “I’d do that again if you asked.” Maybe some other time. “Thanks for the warning. Couldn’t taste or feel it for myself.”

  “Had to make sure you really knew what you were doing. How would I know? For all I know you’re a dirty liar.”

  As lovely as it was to hear her boyfriends’ banter, Judith was soon too taken in by the buttons on Miguel’s shirt to care. “So what else you guys got?” she asked, melting into the chair. Her legs slipped off the edge, feet landing on the floor.

  Miguel kissed her forehead before snatching the bottle of wine and an empty glass. Both went with him to another chair on the side of the room. “I’m taking a break. Let the other guy have you first. ‘Cause I’m noble like that.”

  Although Judith giggled to have Seth hover over her, he sneered in Miguel’s direction. “Cocky bastard, ain’t he?”

  “You have no idea.” Judith tugged on the collar of his shirt. “He probably wants a show.”

  What Miguel wanted was never revealed. He was too busy pouring himself some wine while Seth lifted Judith out of her chair.

  “I don’t care if he wants to watch me fuck you upside down and then inside out. He’ll get what I feel like giving.” Judith landed with a heavy puff! on the hotel bed. Seth shirked his jacket and tossed it to the other side of the bedroom alcove. “I only feel like giving you things, lovely. Whatever you want.”

  Judith stole a look at Miguel. He thinks he looks so unbothered. Let’s see what forgetting he’s even there does to him! “I want you, Seth. Because I love you… and the way you fuck me.”

  Neither of them looked at Miguel. Not while Seth slammed his hands on either side of Judith and wordlessly promised to give her every drop of power inside of him. Judith batted her eyelashes – as if that was necessary to make the man want her.

  “I love you too. Funny how that works.”

  They kissed tenderly at first, indulging in the softer, sweeter side of love before plunging loins first into what they really wanted to do. Sex. Fucking. Banging brains out. Judith expected no less, and she knew Seth did too. Wham. Bam. Thank you ma’am and sir!

  “You’re both killing me with the sap,” Miguel bellowed from his chair. “Fuck her already, if you’re man enough!”

  Seth looked over his shoulder. “Is that a challenge?”

  Judith turned his head back to her. “Don’t listen to him. He’s mad he’s not going first.”

  “Forget that!” Miguel was making short work of that wine. “I’m doing him a favor! Besides, he’s warming you up for me. You think he’s going to finish you off before I have a taste of you? Ha!”

  “I think that was a challenge.”

  The burning gaze of undying desire flaring between them was almost enough to knock Judith out. Instead, she gently shoved Seth to the side and sat up on the edge of the bed. “You get to take off either my top or bottom. The other is saved for him.”

  “The woman speaks of fairness.”

  That same burning gaze traveled from Judith’s cleavage to her skirt. “I want the bottoms. Why wouldn’t I want the bottoms? They get in the way of me fucking your brains out.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  Because he couldn’t stand to be picked on without any kind of retribution, Seth made a long show of undressing their courtesan from the waist down. First came the zipper in the back. Then the long, arduous process of pulling that fun and flirty fabric down her legs, revealing the blue thong for Miguel to admire as well. As if that would be lasting long either!

  “Bastard,” Judith mumbled, elbows propping her up while Seth snagged his teeth around the elastic of her thong and pulled it down her thigh. His cold, dark eyes never once left hers. “You’re a damned bastard, and I love you.”

  As soon as his teeth dropped her thong on the floor, Judith grabbed him by the shoulders and encouraged him to come back up on the bed. She had never seen him move so quickly.

  While it was certainly possible that Miguel’s presence made Seth so… intense… it was as likely many other reasons. The celebration of their life, love, and circumstances. The mighty need they both shared to have sex and get off. Judith was anxious to show off the fireworks they could set off together. Who knew that having Miguel watching could get her off this hard?

  To Judith’s great relief, Seth did not have performance anxiety. She discovered this when he growled in her ear to take off his clothes for him.

  Kinda hard to do with him all over her, kissing this, squeezing that, trying so hard to get to her center before losing himself to the moment. Eventually, Judith had to shove him off again and get on top of him… but not before catching a glance of approval from Miguel. “There’s my Amazonian she-devil, up to no good with the general male populace. Have fun, sweetie.”

  She would have fun. Starting with freeing Seth’s cock from his pants, fully erect for the whole room to see. Nobody flinched. Good. These boys were real men after all.

  Judith stared Seth down, grabbing his cock and watching him steel himself in the middle of the bed. For the briefest second she thought she had the upper hand. Then he snatched her hair and sat up, forcing her head back. She did not let go of the stiff cock now rubbing against her clothed breasts.

  “L
et’s make one thing straight,” he warned her. “When you’re with us, we’re in control. Do you understand?”

  Whoa, whoa… It wasn’t what he said. It was who said it. Judith expected that kind of talk from Miguel. Seth found other ways to express his dominance. Outright telling her that he was in control? Was it the extra testosterone in the room? Either way, I’m getting hot. Master Christens could do whatever the fuck he wanted to her. Or make her do whatever he wanted. Win-win!

  “Yes, sir,” Judith said, legs easing over the edge of the bed until she knelt on the floor. She was glad to have him meet her halfway. While her hand stroked the length of his shaft, she continued, “Whatever you want. I’m all yours.” She couldn’t contain a grin. “And his. Mostly yours right now.”

  “What I want is for you to make me want you more than I already do right now, and to make that jackoff jealous.”

  “All I heard was jackoff, sir.” You know, like what I’m doing right now. For you, no less. “I don’t know what else you could possibly be talking about.”

  His fingers dug into her scalp, nails tangling in her hair. “You know exactly what I mean.”

  Indeed, she did. She also liked the way he was getting rough with her. Not enough to deny who he really was, but enough to get excited.

  Judith accepted one last kiss from him before sinking completely onto her knees and crashing face first into his lap.

  She was not a woman who became embarrassed in the bedroom. If anything, she loved a good challenge. But that was when she was with clients. When she had emotional distance from the men she pleasured. Seth and Miguel were different enough beasts on their own. Together? Judith was torn between being a performer and a simple lover. She wanted to boast with her heart, not with her brain. She wanted to give herself to both of them, separately, at the same time, whatever. Except it wasn’t easy to switch off with two men present. She was aware that someone watched… and probably got off on it. This was what the three of them signed up for, whether they ever saw it coming or not. I sure as hell didn’t. Judith had never been in a ménage where both men were new to one another… let alone strangers in every sense but literal.

  So Judith couldn’t “just” have oral sex with a man she loved. She had to find a way to entice and please the other man watching. A man who said he was new to this, but more than open-minded for the right woman. I am the right woman. That thought had her reeling. Or maybe it was the scent and overwhelming taste of Seth’s musk making her reel.

  If he didn’t have such a commanding presence, Judith would have forgotten that Miguel was even in the room. Yet she sensed him, his aura penetrating her and Seth’s bubble. Whatever Seth thought of it wasn’t made known. All he did was enjoy himself – and share a few choice words with his girlfriend.

  She had heard him be domineering and lewd before. She had heard him use coarse, crass, sexy language to rile them up, both before and during the main event. Even so, Judith never thought she would hear Seth say such wondrously dirty things in present company. Then again, having the love of one’s life suck his cock as if it were the greatest thing on Earth probably made a man brazen. Don’t stop. I love it when you talk dirty. Call her whatever he wanted. Tell her to do whatever he wanted. Insist that she must love his cock for her to be as gracious as this. It was such a man thing to do, but Judith loved it. She hoped Miguel was in his chair getting a few ideas of his own.

  Judith got ahead of herself when she slipped the length of Seth’s cock down her throat and attempted to get him off. He swelled both beneath and within her, but his hand pushed against her and his voice firmly said, “No.”

  How could she disobey that? Judith backed off, gasping for air and finally tasting the traces of Seth’s precum on her tongue. Don’t tell me you don’t want to come in my throat. That was practically how they met. It was meaningful today!

  Judith glanced at Miguel and saw him sitting, legs crossed, wineglass empty. He looked both bored and too entranced for his own good. Trying not to look at another guy’s cock… How cute. She smiled at him, knowing full well what was going to happen when Seth pulled her up on the bed and tossed her onto her back. They were conveniently on full display to the voyeur in the room. Miguel was definitely not bored now.

  “You want me, right, Judith?” Seth turned her chin so she was forced to look at only him. There’s someone else to look at? Impossible.

  “Yeah.” She cleared her throat. “Yeah, I want you. Why aren’t you inside me already?”

  “Because unlike you, I’m trying to savor the moment.” Seth felt her slick thighs as he gingerly opened her legs around his waist. His shirt fell away. Where had his pants gone? There was too much to pay attention to. “The moment I enter you, I won’t be able to stop.”

  “Good. Fuck me.”

  “What was that?”

  Don’t pretend you’re so amused. Judith drew all ten fingernails down his chest, imagining how much power Seth kept stored away in his muscles. A lot. I’ve felt it before. He better give it to me again now. She was under no delusions that Seth and Miguel were that buddy-buddy. There would always be a rivalry between them. Hopefully a healthy one, but it was more than welcome to manifest in the bedroom. Who could be more dominant? More satisfying to their mutual girlfriend? The games they could play!

  Judith would always win.

  “I said…” Judith fell back against the bed, arms splaying across its width. “Please fuck me. Sir.”

  He almost gave in to her wishes. Or at least until he bent down and devilishly sucked on one of her nipples, the head of his cock taunting her entrance.

  So that was the game! It certainly wasn’t fair. How was Judith supposed to control herself when this man knew her so well by now? He knew as well as Miguel that the quickest way to turn her into a sex-starved lunatic was to tease her with penetration while attacking every other erogenous zone on her person. Did it work now! Seth may have been sucking her sensitive nipple through two layers of clothing, but it was damn effective. She was begging for more than sex within five seconds of that bullshit!

  When he finally thrust into her, claiming every wondrous inch of her center in one expert stroke, Judith cried out in utter disbelief.

  How could one man feel so good, so perfectly fit and in tune with her body? How was it possible that she had found one of the only men in the world who knew how to pleasure her while simultaneously using her body for his own sexual ends? Was it because he loved her? Or because she loved him? Did love make that much of a difference?

  Seth showed her zero mercy from the moment he was inside her. Thrust after thrust, grunt after grunt, and kiss after intoxicating kiss collided into her as Seth Christens laid first claim to her that day.

  Their eyes momentarily locked while he loomed over her and buried his cock as far as it could go. No hesitation. No thoughts of “This is wrong” or “There’s someone watching.” It was like any other encounter in the bedroom. Only this time Judith felt the incredible freedom of making love without restriction. Rough love, but sweet, demanding love nonetheless.

  “Right there!” Judith braced against him, a rush of pleasure invading her brain. Seth had found the perfect position whether he knew it or not. “Don’t you fucking stop!”

  He slowed down, but he definitely did not stop. Seth let a grin of primal satisfaction take over his visage. Oh my God. Stop being so hot! Her kind and moody artist. Or was he her moody doctor? Fuck! She couldn’t keep it straight!

  “Why would I stop?” One hand pressed against her collarbone, thumb touching her throat. “When I fully intend to make you come?”

  Judith took the opportunity to shove her hand between her legs and drive herself over the edge. Seth gave her more powerful thrusts than she could count, pounding into her core and sending so many shots of adrenaline through her body. She tensed. Judith was on the precipice of orgasm, and based on the way his cock remained lodged within her, so was he.

  “Come for me, Judith.” So much restraint in
that determined demeanor. “Or should I put an end to your misery by pulling out?”

  “No!” She clutched the comforter. “I want you to…”

  “Want me to what?”

  That was it, huh? Even in her lustful frenzy Judith could see Seth’s true motives. He was a damned man after all.

  She told him what she wanted. Once she was done begging for his virile gift, she turned her head toward Miguel, who studied her with glazed eyes.

  He’s going to come inside me, and you’re okay with that?

  Judith was torn between looking at Seth or Miguel when her orgasm finally claimed her. The world neither blurred nor erupted in blindness. One moment she was gazing into Seth’s face, watching him succumb to pleasure right alongside her… and then the next he was pressed against her, groaning in orgasm into her ear while she embraced him and looked to Miguel.

  They both knew when it happened. Judith couldn’t hide from her face the feeling of a man spending himself inside of her. This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. Once she realized that, Judith completely succumbed to what she experienced: Seth, steady and warm inside of her, and Miguel, sharing this intimate moment with them.

  This was fucking wild!

  And addicting.

  So. Damn. Addicting.

  Seth stirred. Judith noted soreness in her thighs, but not enough to make her want to stop. So what. A man had fucked her. There were still other men in the room, right? I may not be in my 20s anymore, but I can still take on both men I love. Cosmos willing, she would be able to for the rest of her life!

  “Not bad.” Miguel stood, and the first thing Judith saw was his hard cock in his trousers. Suddenly she wasn’t so tired anymore. “I can do better, though.” He remained at the end of the bed, mere inches from the scene before him.