The Billionaires and The Book Nerd: A MFM Billionaire Menage Romance

by Harper West

  “And... how do we… play that?” she asked breathlessly.

  “You do as I say.”

  I grinned as I licked her nipple, satisfied by the groans erupting from her. Cooper tapped my shoulder. That was my cue to stop.

  “Jack is going to pleasure you,” he explained. “But you're not allowed to come. When I tell him to stop, he'll stop.”

  “That sounds... difficult,” she gasped.

  I withdrew from her breasts and smiled coyly. “I'm sure you'll pick it up easily.”

  Cooper chuckled and kept her breasts exposed, holding the straps over her arms to keep them from rising up. I left my hand inside her panties but didn't move. She bucked softly, attempting to encourage me to continue.

  This was going to be a fun night.

  Chapter 10

  Brooklyn

  I was caught between them again. It was exactly where I wanted to be, but I was struggling to reconcile my secret plan with my body's uncontrollable desire.

  No man had ever treated me like this. There wasn't a boyfriend in my past who had ever showered me with both gifts and affection while treating my body like it was made for touching. Being a bookworm meant being treated like something of a pariah—either guys made it a fetish or they tried too hard to sound smart.

  Brett was like that sometimes.

  I tried to push him out of my brain. He had been blowing up my phone since I had left the ball that evening. He might have even seen me leave with Cooper and Jack, but it wasn't my concern what he thought. He wasn't my boss anymore. He didn't really matter.

  What mattered was the fact that Cooper had me pinned and Jack had me hypnotized.

  I watched his eyes watch me. I watched the way the corners of his mouth drew up into a sly smirk that made me wetter by the second. I fought the urge to beg for a release, but I didn't want to lose this game. I wanted to prove that I could handle myself even though I was bursting at the seams for an orgasm.

  “Stroke her,” Cooper commanded.

  Jack obeyed. He stroked my pussy lips, running his fingers up and down rhythmically. I tried to follow his motions with my hips but Cooper stopped me.

  He clicked his tongue. “Cooper didn't say to do that.”

  I shivered and stopped moving my hips with a tasking effort. Deep down, I just wanted to get off. I almost didn't care to participate. It was just a silly game to get closer to my goal: to get the exposure I needed and to gain some money in the process.

  But they had me mesmerized. Jack commanded my attention with his nimble fingers that slid up and down my pussy. I gushed as he stroked me, feeling almost embarrassed that I couldn't control that part of my body.

  Cooper pressed his lips to my ear. “Hump.”

  I complied instantly. I rolled my hips and let my head fall back on Cooper's shoulder, my eyes rolling back as I got lost in the feeling.

  “Now, stop. Both of you.”

  My legs shook. I moaned as I struggled against Cooper's grip on my shoulders. His hands had fallen just above my elbows and he had wrapped his arms there, effectively holding me in place. My breasts swelled with every breath I took, struggling to fill my lungs with air. I was losing it already.

  How the hell was I going to last?

  “Stroke her. Don't move, princess.”

  Jack picked up his pace. He swept his fingers over my clit, leaning in to breathe on my breasts. His warm breath coaxed me to swell again, to lean into him in a way that Cooper might not notice.

  Cooper tightened his grip. “Don't. Move.”

  I bit my lower lip and hummed. This was harder than it first appeared. I could already feel the tug in my gut, the signal that meant I would soon burst. I could hear the way Jack's fingers slipped over my pussy, moving side to side and soaking my panties. My legs shivered violently as I tried to hold myself up.

  “Stop.”

  I groaned and writhed with frustration. My thighs were taut with anticipation, barely able to hold me in place. My legs were like gelatin and my heart was racing with the effort I was extending. Cooper kept one arm holding me in place as he grabbed my throat.

  “Don't move, princess, and don't come,” he whispered huskily. “Keep stroking.”

  Jack resumed, sloshing fervently over my clit. I was so wet that his hand slid easily, quickly, over my entire pussy. My breathing labored as I held tight to my thoughts, trying to keep myself from letting my orgasm out.

  Think about normal things like memos and dusty books and carts. I licked my lips. Think puppies and picnics and towering skyscrapers. Anything but what might get me off.

  I hissed. My body was starting to betray me. Cooper felt me shiver and promptly applied pressure to my throat. I could feel his breath hot on my ear, rising and falling with mine.

  He didn't say anything, but I knew. I had to keep it under control. I couldn't come yet. Only God knew what he would do if I let it out without permission. I was getting lost under his command, my eyelids fluttering and my lower lip twitching as I struggled to resist my eruption.

  “Stop.”

  I squealed and bucked uncontrollably, trying to follow Jack's hand.

  He was breathless, too. I could feel his energy tickling mine, brimming with lust.

  “Let me eat her,” he whispered. “Let me just please her.”

  “Not yet,” Cooper murmured. “She has to earn it.”

  Jack's hand was shaking against me. I could tell he wanted to get me off. I bit my lower lip again to stifle the urge to hump, squeezing my eyes shut for extra strength. I waited for Cooper's command. I waited for his words to bless me, to release me from my metaphorical prison. I wanted to be wild and come all over the deck. I wanted them to bring me there.

  His heart beat against my back and his cock pressed against my bottom. He was just as hungry as me. It made me hot to think he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. The rest of my plan went out the window—all I could see was my orgasm goal.

  Cooper nodded into my neck. “Stroke.”

  Jack slipped his fingers inside me while pressing his thumb to my clit. I throbbed as he pumped into me. He gripped my hip and stroked me, sliding feverishly in and out. My juices coated his hand and trickled down my thighs. I couldn't even control how much I was turned on. It almost felt like too much. I thought I would explode at any moment.

  “Are you ready?” Cooper grunted in my ear. “Do you want to come now?”

  “Yes...”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He nipped my neck and caused me to wail, forcing my hips to buck forward. I was so close that I thought I might leave my body under anymore torture. As soon as Cooper surfaced from my neck, he instructed, “Do as you please and make her come.”

  Jack dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He tore away my panties and buried his face into my pussy, humming as he kept fingering me. I let my hips loose. I followed his motions, returning every stroke with a thrust. My stomach tightened as my head fell back again and I searched for something to grip while my body went rigid.

  The knot in my gut snapped and I was awash with emotion. Electric energy flooded my body, causing me to convulse in ways I hadn't ever felt. I grabbed Cooper's pants and clung to him for dear life. My entire form was quaking with pleasure and I couldn't get enough. As my eyes rolled back, I gave one final thrust and collapsed, relaxing fully into Cooper.

  He chuckled as he decorated my neck. “How did that feel?”

  I licked my lips while trying to catch my breath. “Incredible.”

  “It's not over yet.”

  My eyes popped open. Cooper was moving before I could even determine what he was doing. He lifted me up into his arms and nodded for Jack to follow, walking from the deck into a private room. He positioned me on a couch for a moment as he grabbed a pillow to drop to the ground. He pointed to it.

  I didn't need to hear the command to know. I crawled down to the ground and sat on my legs, resting my hands patiently on my knees. It felt l
ike I was drunk even though I had hardly drank much champagne at all. It was the orgasm—and his dominating spirit.

  I was drunk on him.

  “Undress,” he demanded. “And pleasure us.”

  Jack and him stood in front of me as I peeled the rest of my gown down. He procured his cock from his pants and presented it to my lips, coaxing me to swallow him. I couldn't say no. There was no denying him at this point. I sucked him into my mouth and hummed as I coated his cock with my tongue.

  Each layer coated made him moan softly. I glanced up to see his eyes shut and his mouth slacked open, his tongue dancing on the edge of his lower lip. I took Jack's cock and began stroking him to the same beat as I was sucking Cooper. The two of them were moaning intermittently while I worked, encouraging me with soft murmurs.

  Cooper tangled his fingers into my hair and gripped a chunk lightly, prompting me to dive further down. I took his entire cock, pressing him to the back of my throat and surfacing with a gag. He let me breathe for a moment while grabbing my chin. He playfully stuck his thumb into my mouth, getting me to suck that, too. All the while he kept my gaze, his eyes open now as he studied me, as he coaxed and guided me.

  He pulled me by my chin to Jack, encouraging me to suck him off. As I swallowed Jack, I stroked Cooper with my hand, unable to let either of them go. I was surprised at my own ability to focus on both of them at once. Considering I was an experienced multi-tasker, it made sense, but it still shocked me.

  Although I was inexperienced, I found it was easy to please them. They were simple men with simple—sometimes complex—pleasures that I could pick up on. They made their desires rather apparent unlike most men I had met. None of this was part of the original contract. In fact, I don't think it was even part of my original plan.

  But I was here doing it.

  And I was loving it.

  Jack hissed. I looked up at him and caught his features twisting. I sucked harder and bobbed my head, bouncing on his cock rhythmically. Cooper kept his grip on my hair, guiding me to push myself further. He forced my mouth all the way down to swallow Jack whole. I gagged again but quickly recovered and kept stroking them both with my mouth and hands.

  I slurped and surfaced briefly, tinkering with an idea.

  Would they fuck me if I asked? I considered the ramifications. Sure, I had gone plenty far with previous boyfriends, but I hadn't really done the deed just yet. That could really seal the deal.

  It seemed the idea might have flickered over Cooper's eyes as well. I recognized that hunger—it was as primal as it was ancient. He wanted me and I wanted him. I wanted them both. But I wasn't sure it was right.

  Instead of saying anything, I returned my lips to Cooper's cock and kept sucking dutifully, holding his gaze with daring eyes as I worked. His grip loosened and became loving, almost affectionate. I gripped his cock with my hand and followed my fingers with my lips. This prompted him to groan and throw back his head.

  The more I sucked, the more I wanted to please him. I kept my rhythm stroking Jack and even stole a few glances from him, loving the fact that they were both looking at me. What was strange was the fact that I could keep their attention. True lovers were hard to come by. And while these two had plenty of reputation, they were different behind closed doors.

  They were sweet.

  And it only made me want to get them off even more.

  Chapter 11

  Cooper

  She looked ravishing from the moment she had stepped on the boat.

  And now? She looked like an angel.

  She knelt in front of Jack and me, sucking us off interchangeably. I was fighting the urge to bust all over her face but I wanted to time it properly. I wanted my best friend to come on her face with me.

  It was a bonding ritual—we would be marking her simultaneously and that made it all the more sacred.

  As I ran my fingers through her hair, I watched her eyelids flutter. I watched how her lips conformed to my cock and then how her tongue traced my shaft. Every move she made was divine, deliberate, and all for my pleasure—for our collective pleasure.

  Seconds turned to minutes as I became engulfed by her mouth. She dragged her lips up and down my cock as if it were a treasure. She was worshiping me and that only doubled my bliss. Her hands were delicate yet strong and consistent with her strokes. She was practically stroking us to the same rhythm and I was impressed by how she kept up.

  Her obedience was more than admirable. I wanted to give her more tasks, to see her do other things, but I simply couldn't bring myself to make her stop what she was doing. She looked too beautiful on her knees in front of me. I wanted her to bring us to orgasm and then maybe offer her body to us in the way that I truly wanted.

  I needed to fuck her. It was a desire that was relentless, incessant. It persisted to circle around my brain as she swallowed me again and again, the perpetual pleasure making my head spin. I studied her soft features and noticed the mascara running at the edges of her eyes. Each time she gagged, the black marks grew dark and some of them trickled down her cheeks.

  I stroked her cheek. “Will you do anything to make us come?”

  She nodded eagerly, never taking her lips away.

  I gripped her hair and pulled her off to place her back on Jack. She groaned as she accepted him into her mouth.

  “Anything we ask?” I asked. “Anything at all?”

  She hummed in agreement. Her eyes were on Jack now, studying him as he studied her. They were locked and I admired how much affection was in her gaze when she looked at her. Her hand paused for a moment on my cock and I nudged her to continue. While she stroked me, I reached down to cup her breast.

  “Would you offer us your pussy to be pounded into submission?”

  Hesitation flashed over her face. I saw it before she even registered that it happened. Though she was still sucking, I could tell her lips wanted to say no.

  If she's a virgin, we'll have to work up to that, I reasoned silently. Because asking too soon could scare her off.

  I exchanged a glance with Jack. When I looked back at Brooklyn, she had my cock at her lips again. She smiled warmly.

  “Almost anything,” she said.

  Her lips parted gently as she teased the head of my cock. I hissed and gripped her hair harder, leaning down to press my forehead to hers. “Then, keep sucking.”

  I shoved my cock into her mouth, resolved to come all over her lips. I made sure she kept stroking Jack. It was easier for him to get off with a hand job. Me? I was a little more complicated. I need to feel her lips twitching around my shaft and her hand stroking me. She had already figured out my combination and I was more than moved by her commitment to my gratification.

  As she sucked harder, I felt my muscles tense up. Every inch of me jolted with anticipation. I could already feel the bolts of lightning shooting through my veins as she increased her speed, bobbing feverishly on my cock. She stroked Jack to same the beat and I watched her unfolding, submitting, and obeying.

  I was getting ready to bust. I pulled from her mouth and guided her face between Jack and me, forcing her lips open. I kept a stern grip on her hair as I pumped my cock near her lips. Jack did the same. We were in synch with each other, moving to the same silent tune. Watching her tongue dancing behind her teeth made me bust and I came all over her lips, grunting with every eruption.

  I coated her mouth and part of her cheek. Jack immediately erupted next to me and did the same, creating an x-mark with my come and his. Brooklyn had closed her eyes but her lips remained parted, ready to accept our mark. She licked at some of it and closed her mouth briefly to swallow. I watched the satisfaction grow on her face as I rubbed the cum all over her lips and forced more into her mouth.

  “Swallow all of it,” I growled. “Take it all.”

  She hummed and groaned as I forced the last bits into her mouth with my fingers, enjoying how she immediately went to sucking on my fingers when there was no more. I sighed shakily and caressed her fac
e, pushing her bangs away from her forehead. I planted a kiss on her head and turned to go to the bathroom where I would find towels.

  I soaked a hand towel and brought it back to her.

  “You're welcome to take a shower if you like,” I offered.

  “And to stay the night,” Jack chimed in.

  I elbowed him hard, staring at him as I thought, We haven't discussed that idea yet!

  “Actually, that would be nice,” she said while standing up. “I've been kind of lonely at my place lately.”

  “Well, then, you're welcome to stay here.”

  “All night?”

  I chuckled. “Yes, princess. All night.”

  She wandered into the bathroom with a grin and closed the door. Once she was out of earshot, I took Jack's shoulders.

  “You invited her to stay?!” I whispered heatedly. “Why would you do that?”

  “Why would you freak out? It was a logical offer!”

  “I can't believe you would do such a thing.”

  “Hey, remember when we said we would feel everything out?”

  I snorted. “Sure.”

  “Well, we're feeling this out. Once again, I'm being the logical one while you're being a complete wild card. What is happening to you?”

  I glanced at the bathroom door. “I don't know.”

  “It's her.” He pointed. “It's really her influencing us. Can't you feel it, Coop?”

  “I'm feeling a lot of things.”

  “And she wouldn't let us fuck her yet which means she's probably inexperienced.”

  “Her mouth says otherwise.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, but her pussy is saying something else. She probably hasn't had real sex yet.”

  “But she's staying.”

  “Maybe she trusts us.”

  “We've hardly had her for more than a few days. How could she trust us yet?”

  He shrugged. “I'm just saying, brother. Maybe she does.”

  I sighed. I didn't want to think about such trivial things after having such a great eruption. Brooklyn had brought us pleasure that we had felt many times—but not like this. I was beginning to wonder whether this game had shifted to something else entirely or whether maybe I just need another drink.