Money Man (Woolf Tales Book 3)

by Viva Gold

  G lowered Bastien onto the couch. His long eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks and he sighed. I flopped down next to him and gave him a nudge hard enough to provoke a reaction. I was ready to be fucked six ways ‘til Sunday and wanted him sober already.

  “Bastien. Wake up, love,” I urged. He huffed. I nudged him again and he scowled. I shook him gently and he sat up rubbing his eyes.

  “Quoi?” he asked me, all cute and growly. He dragged his eyes open and squinted around the room. “Ou sommes nous?”

  “Where are we?” I guessed at his question. He nodded. “At G & T’s house.” His jaw dropped open, then a massive smiled spread across his face. Still, I needed to check with him. “I’m guessing you’re ok with that?”

  “Oh my God, are you kidding?” Bas dropped back into the seat and laughed his head off. He was clearly still drunk, although not nearly as off his head as before his little nap. He sat up abruptly and draped himself over my back, linking his arms around my neck. He nuzzled his face into my hair. “Gonna be so much fun. I can’t wait to see you with them.”

  “It’s not too overwhelming, Bas? Too soon for us to be playing like this?” I was worried because we were both victims of sexual assault and I didn’t want any to be the reason for any triggers.

  “Tally, baby.” I shivered hearing the endearment from Bastien’s lips. “We both want this. I feel safe with the Twins, don’t you? We both love, love, love sex, so who’s to say this isn’t the best remedy for us?” Bas licked the shell of my ear. “I want to create hot memories for us.”

  My cock jerked in my suit pants. I was hot all over as a sense of delicious anticipation filled me. I was never one to place too much value on what society considered moral. If all parties consented, then I was more than happy to push the boundaries. You only got one life after all.

  The Twins entered the room together. My eyebrows nearly got stuck in my hairline. They had stripped out of their suits and were wearing black silk pyjama bottoms. The outlines of their generous sized cocks were clearly discernible and I felt Bastien shift at my back. He made a low purr of approval that was so sexy it made me shudder.

  “Here.” T passed a steaming mug of coffee to Bastien. “Strong and black; just how you like it.”

  G snorted. Bastien giggled. I groaned. “Did you really just go there?” I teased. T feigned innocence. I chuckled as some of the tension dissipated.

  “Why don’t you loosen your ties guys. Take off your jackets and make yourselves more comfortable.” G was already tugging at Bastien’s lapels. He shrugged out of his jacket before pulling at his bow-tie, all the while balancing his mug in the other hand. He sipped at the coffee while I shed my jacket and tie. His eyes grew hungry as I undid the top few buttons of my shirt, making me fumble in my task. T batted my hand away and took over for me. It was weirdly intimate. I felt my heart rate rocket.

  “Just to be sure…” T paused in undressing me. “Everyone here consents to sex?” I like that he kept it simple and to the point. I nodded, but T shook his head. “Need to hear your words, Tal, Bas, G.” We all said yes causing T to break out in a huge grin. “Bloody hell then lads, let’s do it!” He yanked at my tie then pushed my jacket off my shoulders. Bas wiggled off the sofa and stood for G, while continuing to sip at his mug of java. It was entertaining watching G strip him, while Bas was mundanely trying to drink his coffee. T and I stared avidly as G slowly undid each of the buttons of Bastien’s white dress shirt. He carefully removed the cufflinks from the sleeves, and placed them on the mantel piece.

  “Those are very spesh…” Bas hiccupped. A little coffee burb escaped, causing G to wrinkle his nose. “Pardon, G.” He tracked where G deposited the cufflinks. They were my long-deceased grandfather’s. I wanted Bastien to wear them in his honour as he was one of the greatest men I had ever known. “Special,” Bas reiterated.

  G kissed the tip of his nose. “You are the cutest little thing.”

  I snorted. “He may look cute. Just you wait until you get him naked. Cute as a tiger, lol!”

  Bastien placed his mug on the coffee table. He rested his hands on G’s shoulders and proceeded to tease him with seductive little wriggles and noises. He was a master of subtle manipulation and I loved watching him.

  “Oh, Jesus. Fucking hell, Bas, you’re a walking wet dream, man.” G was slowly dragging down Bas’s suit trousers whereupon he revealed his plump buttocks and impressive bulge, shaped mouth-wateringly by a black lace thong. Seeing his bum, parted by a strip of flimsy fabric, somehow made it sexier than if he’d been completely naked. His cheeks were high and round; a perfect bubble butt.

  By the time all of Bastien’s clothes were peeled off, G was panting hard and his pyjama pants were obscenely tented. I patted the sofa next to me. Bastien guided G over; pushed him down onto the cushions and dropped onto his lap. There was a loud gasp followed by a groan as Bas got comfy. He smirked at me in full awareness of what that luscious arse of his was doing to G’s groin area. He snapped the elastic of the thong for good measure, making us all moan at the promise of what lay beneath the delicate lace.

  “My turn,” I taunted T. “Make me naked too.” I tried to add a bit of sass to my tone to reaffirm that Bas and I may be the bottom boys tonight, but in no way submissive. The time for vulnerability had long passed. I was never going to be passive about sex again. Tolya had seen to that. My breath hitched momentarily. Something in my demeanour must have worried Bastien. He held up his hand for T to hang on a moment, which he did immediately. The Twins were fully aware that we both came with baggage.

  “Tally?” he spoke my name softly. “Do you want to go home?” Bastien was no longer drunk. His voice was steady and his concern was real. I shook my head. “I won’t be cross,” he reassured me, but he needn’t have worried. I felt one hundred per cent safe with G & T.

  “Hey.” T grabbed my shoulders and held me at arm’s length. He searched my face for any signs of distress, I expected. “We can do this anytime, you know. Doesn’t have to be tonight my friend.”

  I leaned forward and T bent his arms so that my lips could reach his. I kissed him long and hard, and if he hesitated at first, he quickly relaxed into me as we both lost ourselves to the kiss. I moaned as his tongue sought out mine with sensual caresses. His lips were pillowy soft and his mouth wet and warm. He tasted of whiskey and coffee and all things indulgent. We eventually pulled apart, panting loudly into the otherwise quiet of the room. My eyes met Bastien’s. His pupils were huge and his eyes were shiny with lust. He licked his own lips before turning to G. The tip of his tongue stayed visible between his lips as he cocked his head ready for his own mouth to mouth session. G did not disappoint. T and I watched them for a brief moment before resuming our kiss. The room was filled with the wet sounds of our lips in action.

  “Swap,” I rasped, taking a much required breath.

  “Wait,” T responded. “Let’s take this upstairs.”

  G stood up with Bastien still clamped to his body. He carried his weight effortlessly as he led the way to the second floor where a massive bedroom awaited us. I looked around the room in awe.

  “We knocked the wall down between two bedrooms,” G explained.

  “We like space,” T continued. “And we wanted a huge place to sleep.” He gestured to the ginormous bed. It must have been custom made for the two huge black men. Bastien whooped and threw himself from G’s arms into the middle of the mattress, doing a superbly sexy impression of a starfish. It was both cute and disturbingly arousing. I jumped on with him and we had a quick cuddle before the bed dipped on both sides as the Twins hopped aboard. Somewhere along the line they’d discarded their pyjama bottoms and were now gloriously devoid of anything that inhibited the spectacular view of their bodies. Their skin shone and got darker in the grooves and creases of their muscles and joints. Bastien looked fascinated and absently traced his fingers along the smooth surface of T’s flesh. Behind me, G shifted closer. His huge boner prodded me in the crack of my ars
e.

  “Blimey, G, did you bring your gun to bed with you?” I blurted. G grunted as I rocked against him.

  Bastien chuckled. “Mais oui, T has his too!” Bas squirmed and this time it was T who grunted.

  “How’re we going to do this then?” I asked.

  “You leave that to us, Tal. Just relax.” G pulled me on to my back and T did the same to Bastien. I fumbled for his hand and squeezed it tight. Bas turned his head to me.

  “Hey beautiful,” I told him. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “I am.” Bastien reassured me. “I’m so turned on right now.” I craned my neck to look down the length of his body, and sure enough the pretty black lace was distorted by his erection. The sight of it made my stomach flip with excitement. The Twins began to rub our skin; massaging our legs and arms until I felt my muscles relax. My eyes felt heavy. The room was warm, enhanced by the fact there were four of us in extremely close proximity. I looked at the Twins whose black skin shone with a light sheen of sweat. Their spicy scent was intoxicating, plus Bastien’s little noises of pleasure shot straight to my groin. I was highly aroused and slightly embarrassed by my lack of control over my own body. My cock was as hard as steel. It lay heavy on my abs, drooling with joy.

  “Turn over, guys.” T’s voice was croaky with desire, making me tremble with lust. G helped me turn over, while T flipped Bastien. We turned our heads to one another again and dipped our mouths, kissing, as the Twins kneaded us into limp noodles. Eventually, all we could do was mould our faces together and lose ourselves to their magic hands.

  “Tal, Bas?” T spoke softly. “We’re going to take this up a notch.” He didn’t ask for permission because we shared absolute trust and all of us knew we could stop this anytime we needed to; no hesitation and no reproach.

  I felt G’s fingertips dance across the hills and dips of my bum. They teased my creases with promises of more to come. I couldn’t help but move my hips to gain friction on my cock from the mattress beneath me, and consequently I received a short, sharp smack to the buttocks. The shock made me freeze. I heard G snigger. “No moving,” he ordered. I heard a slap to my right followed by a giggly squeal from Bastien. He was clearly being reprimanded same as me. I snorted because I knew he’d love his punishment. His subsequent gasp told me T had added a little something extra to my naughty boy, but a heavy hand to my head prevented me from looking to see what was going on. Bastien emitted a low moan that was easily the most wanton sound I’d ever heard. It stole my breath. My cock felt like it was going to drive itself through the mattress and I needed…more.

  “Gahhhh. Fuck!” I garbled into the sheets. I was rewarded with a brush of fingers over my hole. “Ohhh!” G leaned down and licked the back of my neck. I shivered. He bit my shoulder and I yelped. He sucked on the side of my neck and I moaned. “G, please, I need…Oh God, yes…” He’d dipped his hand between my legs and rubbed my swollen balls. His thumb pad rotated over my hole at the same time. I arched into his touch.

  “Look at your boy,” G rasped from above. He closed my legs and straddled my thighs. His fat cock whumped against my arse. I could barely breathe I was so aroused. He twisted my head around so I could watch Bastien being pleasured by T. He was up on all fours while T lay beneath him. The scrap of black lace was stretched to one side exposing his hole, balls and cock. It looked sexier than if he’d been entirely naked. His arse was impaled on three of T’s fingers while he fucked his cock into T’s mouth. Bas’s movements were frantic as he chased his orgasm. His pearly white skin was tinted with a delectable flush, however, that did nothing to ruin the contrast between his pale flesh and the rich ebony of the man currently driving him wild with ecstasy. It was written all over Bastien’s face. His lips were plump and swollen from him biting them. His cheeks were aflame and his raven hair damp with effort. Being fairly short against the massive frame of T, he looked like a nymph. My heart felt like it would burst knowing Bastien was mine.

  “Je. Vais. Venir…” The veins on Bastien’s neck stood out with the effort of holding back his orgasm. In a blur of movement, I was once again on my back. T had manoeuvred Bastien upright, just as his cock exploded in a gush of creamy white semen that landed all over my face. I lapped at my lips desperate for a taste of my fiancé. T leaned down and ran his tongue across my chin before falling into G to share a spunk laden kiss. Bastien flopped on to my chest panting heavily.

  “What the fuck just happened?” I whispered in his ear. My voice was full of wonder. “You were amazing, cher.” In response, Bastien’s fingers danced down my body to clamp my cock in his warm, wet hand. I crinkled my brow wondering where he’d got the lube from, before realising I could feel his softening cock pulsing against my thigh leaving a sticky deposit. He was still leaking from his climax. I grunted as he moved his hand up and down my shaft with feather light, barely- there pumps. It was incredibly erotic and frustrating in equal measures. I wanted him to go harder, faster, yet, the light touch had my cock hardening to the point of pain.

  “Look at them,” Bastien encouraged. “Are they not the most magnificent sight?” We turned our heads to watch G & T making out. I was startled anew at their similarities, yet I had no doubt as to which twin was which. I knew I was witnessing what some would class as taboo, yet they were so utterly stunning together, no one would argue it was wrong. The outpouring of love between them was almost tangible. They moved like a pair of panthers; sleek and feline. Maybe Bastien’s drunken description was not so ludicrous after all. The Black Panthers were our very own erotic sex show, and I for one, was not complaining or judging.

  T was on his back with his legs spread wide. G lay between his thighs so that they were chest to chest. Their hips rotated in tandem as they kissed in a tangle of tongues and teeth. It was highly charged, almost as if this was the first time they had allowed themselves to touch each other. Except we knew, it was not. G raised his left hand to his face and spat in it a few times. He threw a smirk our way before diving back towards his brother’s mouth. His hand slid between their bodies and he lifted his arse high enough so that we could see him wrap his hand around both of their cocks. It was a good job he had enormous hands because they were bestowed with a sizeable pair of penises. Not to harp too long on the cliché about big black cocks, but in this case, it was totally apt.

  T grunted and gasped as G worked them into a frenzy. Bastien scrambled on top of me to avoid getting inadvertently smacked in the face, which only served to turn me on even more. He twisted his head to grin at me, then eased his way onto my cock. He was loose and open thanks to T’s fingering, but the heat of him made me grit my teeth. I was so close already, if he moved I’d come in a heartbeat. I clamped my hands around his waist and held him still. He clenched his inner muscles making me cry out. While his hole had been made ready for me, his channel was tight as a vice.

  “Gah, Bas. You feel fantastic around me, baby.” He gyrated maddeningly. I let my head fall heavily to the pillow. My focus was no longer held captive by G & T getting off, instead I was more concerned with the white-hot fever taking claim of my body. It was ignited by Bastien riding me. I let my hold on him ease and he went to work. Elegantly long fingers pinched my nipples sending shocks of pleasure directly to my groin. He rubbed them into hard peaks before leaning forward to use his mouth on me. He licked and laved; nipped and bit, until I was a writhing mess. I was vaguely aware of G & T shouting through their release, but my own spine had begun to tingle. My balls ached, they were so full and ready to burst. My cock was encased in velvet heat while my nipples were exquisitely sensitive. There was nothing more to tip me over the edge other than the sight of Bastien jerking his once again hard cock and coming all over my abs, just as my own orgasm slammed into me. I rode out the rush of ecstasy until my ears were ringing and my vision blurred. Before I had a chance to catch my breath, G & T were all over us showering us with kisses. I had no clue how long this lasted for. I think I was in a state akin to subspace surviving on pure sensat
ion. The scene was erotically charged leaving me feeling awed and grateful.

  We finally collapsed into a puppy pile of tangled limbs and limp dicks. Exhaustion claimed the four of us in the early hours, and we slept late into the morning. Eventually, full bladders and pins and needles nudged us awake, one after the other. We took it in turns to use the loo and brush our teeth, then scrambled back under the covers, in no hurry to leave. Low murmurs and gentle touches refuelled our shared passion to the point of slow, lazy sex. No one took the lead; no one was left to watch; we just rubbed, sucked and fucked on a merry go round of our own making. I felt drunk on life and incredibly privileged to be alive. I felt cherished by the other three men, who hopefully, felt the same way as me. It was intense, intimate and utterly phenomenal. A fantasy to be stored in the memory banks and treasured forever.

  A distant chirping disturbed our plateau of contentment. “Someone’s phone,” T muttered. His voice was muffled due to his face being buried in G’s armpit.

  “S’mine,” I drawled. I rolled on to my side and dropped off the edge of the bed. “Where the fuck are my clothes?” I looked around the floor, but it was clear.

  “I hung them in the spare room,” G replied.

  “Ok. Ta.” I sat up and hauled myself to my feet. I scratched the back of my head and then my balls. A shower was most definitely in order. I could smell myself. “Yo,” I cried into my phone, which I had retrieved from my suit jacket pocket in the wardrobe of G & T’s second bedroom.

  “Yo?” a distinctly familiar voice repeated. “What the fuck kind of greeting is that?”

  “Morning, Isadore.”

  “Afternoon, actually,” he huffed back.

  “What can I do you for, Master Woolf?” I felt like winding him up.