Filthy and Rich: A Billionaire Menage Romance Box Set

by Opal Carew

  She couldn’t figure out which. But didn’t mind when he crooked a finger at her and said, “Why don’t you sit a little closer to me, sweetheart?”

  Sylvia deposited her flute on the deck over her shoulder. She waded over to Seth and straddled his lap.

  “Much better,” he murmured. Then kissed her. His tongue toyed with hers and their lips twisted. It was playful and exciting. Flirty and seductive.

  Drawing her in until she shuddered with delight.

  Her hands skated over his hard pecs, her nails scraping his nipples. He groaned. And lightly bit her lower lip.

  Her palms splayed across his cut abs and she muttered against his mouth, “Such virility. You’re really quite magnificent.”

  “Mm. So are you. Though definitely overdressed.”

  “You’re the one who told me to put the bikini on.”

  “I was just being polite. Hoped you’d read between the lines.” Now his eyes shimmered with lust and mischief.

  He reached around her and tugged on the strands at her back.

  Sylvia suffered a moment of panic. Her hand covered his. She peered over her shoulder. Noah caught her gaze, his expression an inquisitive one. Silently questioning what Sylvia really wanted.

  How far she was willing to go . . . How far she desired to go . . . ?

  Somehow, she intuitively already knew her answer.

  Her hand slipped away.

  Seth pulled the strings and then his hands glided around to the front of her and he palmed her breasts. Squeezed roughly. Jolting her.

  He kissed her as he massaged her breasts. Sylvia lifted her arms and unraveled the ties at her nape and tossed her top onto the deck while Seth deepened their kiss.

  The bubbling water, the snow still falling, the crackle of the fire and the thought of Noah now watching them intensified her desire and arousal. Her arms snaked around Seth’s neck, one hand plowing through his thick hair. She returned his kiss with equal fervor until he was groaning into her mouth and rubbing his rock-hard cock against her mound.

  His arm circled her waist and he stealthily stood. She was quick to react, twining her legs about his hips. He turned so that her back was to the deck and set her on the ledge.

  With wicked intent flaring in his eyes and driving her wild, he yanked at the thin strips of her bottoms. She lifted up and he divested her of that scant triangle of material.

  He was between her parted thighs, one of her legs bent so her foot rested on the redwood, and his mouth grazed her neck down to her collarbone, then the tops of her breasts. He tongued her taut nipple before continuing south. His palms splayed over her inner thighs, spreading them wider. His head dipped and he nipped at the sensitive flesh, making her gasp.

  Then his mouth was on her and Sylvia was catapulted right back into that burning sexual abyss he’d incited the night of the lodge opening.

  His tongue fluttered over her clit, heightening her arousal. He teased and taunted her until she eased back onto her elbows and lifted her hips, pressing herself against his mouth.

  With her head back on her shoulders and her eyes open, she saw Noah in the reflection of the tall windows as he stood. Their gazes locked.

  A thrill rippled through her. Sylvia had never imagined what it might be like to have an audience such as this—a powerful, dynamic man who seemed to absorb every inch of her and find her so exciting and alluring that he moved predatorily toward her to get a better look.

  Seth’s lips tugged on her slick folds as two of his fingers slid inside her and pumped confidently. Then he tongued her clit again, with amazing skill, and Sylvia was damn certain she’d lose it in a heartbeat.

  Her spine bowed, her hips remained lifted and gyrating in response to Seth’s ministrations. Her gaze still held Noah’s in the glass panes behind her.

  Sharp whimpers fell from her parted lips as Seth pushed her higher and higher. With Noah’s indirect help.

  Flames danced along her skin and her blood sizzled. Seth stroked her faster, with more determination to set her off.

  “Seth,” she said on a ragged breath. “Oh, God. Keep doing that.”

  He put extra effort into licking her folds, tonguing her clit . . . then suckling the knot of nerves.

  Deep. So deep.

  “Oh, God!” she cried out as everything inside her ignited and erupted. “Seth!”

  The orgasm ripped through her.

  Seth didn’t let up, which kept her coming. Until she gasped for air, broke the eye contact with Noah, and stared up at the brilliant sky.

  “Christ,” she murmured. “That is so good.”

  Seth grabbed one of her hands and pulled her into a sitting position. He kissed her and she tasted herself on his lips. Then he told her, “You make me so fucking hard.”

  She grinned as her pulse echoed throughout her body. “More than willing to do something about that.”

  She scooted past him and dipped into the tub. Submerging herself, then standing in the middle, between both men, with her hair slicked back and the water dripping from her.

  Her gaze connected with Noah’s again. She gave him a sassy smile—fueled by her orgasm and the sight of him. And the fact he’d witnessed Seth making her come.

  Turning back to Seth, she kissed him and said, “I want you naked.”

  “Never have to ask me twice, sweetheart.” He hoisted himself onto the edge of the tub.

  Sylvia reached for the band of his trunks at his waist and tugged. His hips rose and she stripped him bare.

  His cock was thick and full . . . and made her mouth water.

  She was just about to lean over him and take him deep when he gripped her upper arms and shifted her slightly to the left.

  “Spread your legs,” he told her.

  Sylvia did as instructed. Seth’s hand skimmed along the wall of the tub and he adjusted a nozzle so that the jet targeted her clit.

  Sylvia gasped.

  Seth grinned. “Good spot?”

  “Seth,” she hissed out.

  He pulled her forward, captured her breasts in his hands, and encased his steel erection. Her wet skin slid along his as he pumped his cock between the mounds and whisked his thumbs over her nipples to keep them pebbled and tingly.

  The jet shooting between her legs pounded water against her clit and she barreled toward another orgasm.

  Seth told her, “You are one hell of a sight.”

  From behind her, Noah said, “She needs to come again.” His fingertips glided down the long line of her spine and a tremor ran through her.

  Sylvia’s eyes drifted closed as she tried to home in on the various sensations that cascaded through her.

  Noah’s fingers grazed over her tailbone and along her cleft, lighting her up. Then one long finger eased inside her pussy. He stroked quickly, keeping pace with Seth’s cock fucking her breasts and the water pulsating against her clit.

  Noah leaned in and kissed her neck, her shoulder. He worked in a second finger and increased the tempo.

  She flattened her palms atop Seth’s strong thighs and dipped her head. She tongued the indentation of the tip of his cock as it peeked above her pressed-together mounds.

  The next time, she captured him in her mouth and sucked deep, eliciting a sexy groan from him. That and everything that was happening between her legs had her on the verge of another explosive release.

  Noah leaving feathery kisses down her back only served to ratchet her burning lust for both of them.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” Noah murmured. “I want to be buried inside you.”

  He stroked quicker and Sylvia lost it.

  “Oh, God!” she cried as the orgasm consumed her. Her legs shook, but Noah withdrew from her and wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from slipping on the slick ledge where the seats were embedded.

  “Careful, honey.”

  Her heart pounded against her ribs and her pulse raged in her ears. Her pussy throbbed with the anticipation of being filled.

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�Somebody fuck me,” she quietly pleaded.

  “Why don’t we both do it?” Seth suggested as he released her breasts.

  Sparks ignited against her clit. She had no idea what they had in mind—and it didn’t matter. She wanted them both. And they clearly knew what they were doing, so Sylvia willingly gave herself over to them with a simple, “Yes.”

  Seth stood and reached for her hand. “Help her,” he said to Noah.

  Noah turned her and lifted her onto the deck, then Seth assisted her to her feet. She was still trembling. Still incinerating.

  Noah hopped up onto the deck and crossed to a far corner to retrieve the condoms she hadn’t noticed he’d deposited there when he’d set up the champagne. He dropped the strand on a chaise lounge close to them, but had one packet in hand.

  “Wait,” she said before he divested himself of his trunks. “Let me.”

  She gave him a sly smile as she carefully worked his swimsuit over his erection and down his legs. He was as hard and thick as Seth was, tempting her beyond all belief. Doubly tempting her.

  Easing to her knees, she rid Noah of the wet garment and peered up at him from under her lashes.

  He grinned. “There’s nothing quite like raw desire glowing in a beautiful woman’s eyes. Especially when they’re as blue as yours.”

  “I was just thinking it’d be a damn shame not to sample the goods while I have the chance.” Her nails skimmed one side of his cock, making his hips jerk in response. She coiled her fingers around his shaft and stroked slowly. Watched the angles of his face harden as lust took hold of him.

  Sylvia still gazed up at him as her tongue swept over his tip, swirling around the indentation. She licked at the pre-cum that beaded on his cockhead and he groaned. Then she slowly drew him into her mouth, inch by inch.

  His fingers threaded through her damp hair. He held her head to him as his cock pumped into her mouth and another low, strangled sound wrenched from his lips.

  She sucked deep. His fingers tightened around the strands he held.

  “Better stop now,” Noah quietly insisted. “You’re too damn good at this.”

  Sylvia released him and stood. She rolled a condom on him, then turned to Seth and did the same.

  “I’m not sure how this all is supposed to play out . . .” she confessed. “But I’m on fire. Do something about that.”

  Seth’s hands rested in the dip of her waist and his head bent to hers. He kissed her as her arms circled his neck.

  Her breasts nestled below the ledge of his well-defined pectorals and their stomachs melded. His erection rubbed along her slick folds, the tip massaging her clit as their lips and tongues tangled. He alone lit her up like nothing she’d ever known. But then she felt Noah’s heat at her back and his commanding presence and arousing scent surrounding her.

  His lips grazed her throat as Seth continued to kiss her. Noah’s chest and abs pressed to her back, his groin to her ass. His cock glided along her cleft, teasing her further as the head nudged that forbidden spot Seth had claimed with his finger the night of the party at the lodge.

  Her pulse raced.

  She wasn’t sure she could take Noah that way. Wasn’t even sure that was what he had in mind. But the sheer possibility of it got her even more worked up.

  “Christ,” Noah murmured in her ear, “you’re dripping wet. And it’s not from the hot tub.”

  She couldn’t answer because Seth’s tongue was doing the most titillating things to hers and she wasn’t inclined to break the kiss. She unlocked her arms around his neck and twisted one behind her so that she could grip Noah’s ass cheek—and press him even more firmly against her.

  “Careful what you’re wishing for there, honey,” he warned her in his sexy tone.

  A moan lodged in her throat.

  Seth’s hand slid down her thigh and hooked the back of it, lifting her leg. Opening her to him as his thick shaft eased inside her. Her arm around his neck tightened. Her nails dug into Noah’s ass, the sinew pulling taut as he continued to caress her cleft with his cock.

  Sylvia couldn’t imagine there was anything more exquisite than being sandwiched between these two incredibly hunky men with their mouths and hands on her body, their cocks stroking her from both sides with a slow, measured pace that made it difficult for her to breathe, let alone think straight.

  One of Noah’s hands palmed her breast. He kneaded the mound with increasing pressure while Seth thrust more forcefully, with a quickened pace. Noah’s other hand slipped around to her front and the pads of two fingers rubbed her clit.

  She ripped her mouth from Seth’s and sucked in a sharp slice of air as an inferno raged inside her. She leaned back against Noah as Seth’s hips bucked faster and he fucked her hard, using the stability of Noah’s solid body behind her as leverage.

  “Oh, God,” Sylvia whimpered. “Oh, my God.”

  It just kept getting better and better.

  Seth’s free hand covered her other breast, massaging a bit roughly before his finger and thumb rolled and pinched her puckered nipple, making it insanely hard. And adding yet another erotic stimulant to the mix.

  The back of Sylvia’s head rested on Noah’s shoulder and she stared up at the semi-opened glass ceiling, the full moon, the stars, the glistening snow. And knew she’d found heaven on earth.

  The blood ran thick and fiery through her veins. Her pussy clutched at Seth’s cock as he pumped into her. Her skin tingled from Noah’s fingers on her clit and his tongue flicking over her earlobe and then suckling a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear.

  It was all so intense, so riveting, so amazing.

  “You’re sensational,” Seth said in a strained voice. “I love looking at you . . . and fucking you.”

  Her lips curved. “You can’t imagine how fantastic this feels.” She could barely get the words out, could barely speak with the lightning bolts in her head and the fact that each wild thrust from Seth pushed the air from her lungs. But she managed to add, “I’m going to come.”

  “Oh, yeah,” Seth agreed as he fucked her harder.

  Her nails clawed at his nape and Noah’s ass. “Make us come, Seth.”

  The hands on her breasts and Noah’s ministrations worked in tandem with Seth’s fervent pumping, pushing her higher. Her sharp whimpers filled the quiet room. The flames in the reflection of the window panes flickered as erratically as her breathing.

  Seth drove into her with a hastier rhythm, deeper and deeper, hitting that perfect spot that made the most soul-baring pleading of words escape her parted lips, begging them both for more.

  “Fuck me,” she cried. “Oh, God, yes. Fuck my pussy. Make me come.”

  Seth thrust once more and everything inside of her erupted.

  “Seth!” Sylvia screamed into the silent night.

  Above the thundering of her orgasm, she felt his cock surge, his body convulse . . . and then he exploded with her, calling out her name.

  Chapter Eight

  Noah held Sylvia firmly as her body quaked against his. Seth released her leg, but she was still shaky on her feet.

  And Noah was so very fucking close to coming.

  It wasn’t just the feel of her silky skin against his. The slick heat his cock glided along. The responsive knot of nerves beneath his fingertips and the pebbled nipple pressing against his palm.

  It was also the sensation of her nails digging into his ass, her pleading words—begging for more—and the fierce trembling of her body that had him so damn twisted up in her that it was a wonder he could control his own primal urges.

  Christ, he needed to be inside her. Craved it like nothing he’d known before. The desire literally tore at him with a voracious demand to be sated.

  But Seth was still inside her and she was still lost in her climax. Her chest heaved and shallow pants of air tumbled from her partially opened mouth. Her eyes were closed, her head still back on his shoulder.

  Several suspended seconds ticked by. And damn it, he
actually got harder as the anticipation gripped him.

  He wasn’t sure how much time passed before she eventually opened her eyes. Her skin was flushed and her breathing came in jagged pulls.

  Noah kissed her temple and said, “You really are one hell of a vision.”

  She smiled softly. “There you go with your flattery again.”

  “You know I mean every word.”

  Seth slowly withdrew from her and Noah felt the shudder through Sylvia’s body. She sighed dreamily.

  “How is it that I just had the most self-indulgent, earth-shattering orgasm . . . and I still want more?”

  “Because you haven’t felt me inside you yet,” Noah told her. Then added, “While Seth’s tongue is on your clit.”

  “Oh, God,” she moaned. “And here I didn’t think I could come any harder than I just did.”

  “Never say never, sweetheart,” Seth joked in a thick voice. And knelt in front of her.

  Noah positioned her so that her hands were on Seth’s shoulders and she was slightly bent over him. He spread her legs wide. One arm encircled her narrow waist again just as Seth’s head dipped and his tongue whisked over her folds. Her body jolted, but Noah had a firm hold on her.

  “This might be more than I can handle,” she admitted.

  “Just enjoy the ride,” Seth murmured. Then his mouth was on her again.

  The head of Noah’s cock pressed to her opening, but he waited as Seth got her wetter, even though need and a feral yearning had his dick throbbing in wild beats.

  Sylvia had a gorgeous body, but it was the way she let herself go and absorbed all the sensations he and Seth evoked that truly called to Noah. That and her damaged spirit. He was not so wrapped up in himself and his hotel or other businesses to not see that this woman had a tormented soul.

  And Noah had the overwhelming urge to erase all that, alter it, and bring her pleasure. He sensed Seth felt the same. That made her the perfect woman for them—one of unrivaled beauty and admirable determination who needed both of them to fulfill her.