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

by Harper West

  By now, it might as well have been a million.

  I sank deep into her pussy and pressed my thumb to her clit. She soaked my palm, making it easier for me to slide in and out. Her hums and groans softly echoed through the room, giving us a lustful ambiance that only made me want to prompt more from her. I wanted her to feel as ravished as she made me feel. I wanted to bless her with my cock even though every inch of me knew her hesitation would surface.

  But I couldn't resist her.

  I felt my cock growing hard beneath my pants and guided her hand to my bulge, encouraging her to play with me. She obeyed without question. At this point, I didn't need to command her verbally. She picked up on my non-verbal cues better than any woman we had played with. She was receptive to us, and us to her, and it only made me that much more proud to have her.

  I buried my face into her neck. She whimpered as I took her pussy, stroking her into oblivion. Her pussy lips twitched around my fingers, telling me she wanted more. As I slipped a second finger inside, I felt her buckle under the weight of our attention. I caught her and held her up. I was strong enough to hold her up, and I think she knew that. I think she trusted me.

  When I drew away from her neck, I watched her features shift from agony to absolute pleasure. Her brows knit together and knotted before relaxing with every plunge of my fingers. She conjured the man in me to steal her away, to drag her down into the very depths of bliss. Her prompting was something I obeyed on a molecular level, although I would never admit such a thing to her.

  I was the dominant one—yet she made me feel as though I could honor her requests at any point. I felt compelled to dote upon her and protect her, things that I wouldn't have possibly offered anyone else. Her eyes opened and darted around the room, searching for a place to sit. When her eyes met mine, I was swept away by the sheer look of desire in her irises.

  Something about the way the sunlight shimmered through the blinds cast an angelic halo around her. She looked divine in this light, and I was captured by the way she looked at me. I was hooked to her eyes, the very pools of them sucking me down into a state of ecstasy.

  I needed more.

  I had to have more.

  Chapter 15

  Jack

  We had her alone again.

  I was tempted to take her in our office earlier, but I knew we were coming here.

  And this was the place where I wanted to come.

  Cooper had her pinned to the wall to the right of the window, a space where we could potentially be spotted if anyone happened to be looking at that exact moment. I loved how dangerous it felt to play with her, especially in semi-public places. It made my cock hard to take her and tease her, to taunt her with my mouth.

  While Cooper teased beneath her skirt, I took her breasts. It was where I wanted to sit permanently, to have my face engulfed by her lovely pillows that made me desire her even more. I licked and kissed her cleavage while my hands cupped her breasts. I pressed them into my face as I nourished myself with her warmth, pressing my hard cock against her thigh.

  She pressed into me. Or Cooper. I had a hard time telling who she was trying to hump. Perhaps she wanted us both inside her simultaneously, a treat that would undoubtedly sate me for eons.

  Or it would only make me want even more from her.

  I couldn't determine what route to take first. Did I sink down and lap at her clit, or did I decorate her tits? There was so much of her available, and so much I wanted to cover. I popped her breasts from her bra and ultimately, from her blouse, exposing her pink nipples to me. I admired them for a moment while running my thumbs over them. Her nipples stood at attention rather quickly.

  Her coos were enough to beckon me back to her bosom. I buried myself into her cleavage and hummed, my lips vibrating against her skin. She arched her back to expose more of herself to me. I could feel Cooper playing with her beneath her skirt, causing her coos to turn into lustful moans.

  I reached for her skirt, naturally yanking it up to her waist. It gave Cooper more to work with, I was sure, and it gave me a little bit of a view of his fingers fondling her pussy. I grew ravenous. Watching her get pleased was enough to prompt a fit from me. I wanted her lips around my cock—her pussy lips. Her mouth would do, but I needed more than that from her.

  As I lapped at her nipples, I felt her muscles tense. She was growing hungrier by the second and I could tell. Her breathing became labored as Cooper continued fondling her and as I continued to decorate her nipples with my tongue. They were the perkiest and tastiest I had ever had—and that was saying a lot.

  I had met and slept with a dozen or so women in the past year and all of them were great—but they weren't Brooklyn. Her dazzling eyes, sharp tongue, and witty brain had me on the brink, maybe even more than her body. I felt her cup my pants, causing my cock to twitch in response. She could command me purely by touch, and that was enough to make me drop my pants.

  “Did I say you could please him?” Cooper growled.

  I tittered with amusement. “Let her do as she pleases.”

  “Not under my watch.”

  Cooper took her wrist and she bayed as his fingers dug deeper into her pussy. I felt slighted, but I let him do his thing. He was naturally more dominant than me, and that was fine. I was more than willing to play along as long as I got pleasured at some point.

  Still, my senses were rattled, and I hungrily suckled at her right nipple. She cooed while trying to break free of Cooper's grip.

  “You'll have to touch us both,” he commanded.

  Now, that was more like it.

  He guided her hands to us both, giving her a cock to hold. Her warm fingers caressed my shaft and made me double forward, burying my face into her neck breathlessly. I kept one hand on her breast and did my best to keep myself propped up. This was a lousy corner to be fucking around in, but that was Cooper's choice, not mine.

  I took her neck, decorating it with my lips as she stroked me. Each moan that arose from her lips made my hips buck uncontrollably. Her fingers were like lightning striking my skin, like hot molten lava sinking into the cool ocean. She prompted all manner of emotions to my surface and all sorts of ideas to my consciousness.

  I couldn't help how I felt with her. She commanded so much from me in such a short amount of time, visceral reactions that I hardly understood. All I knew for sure was what her touch did to me and the explosion that would shortly follow.

  That is if Cooper allowed us to explode.

  I wanted nothing more than to sink in between her thighs. There I would gladly find my death and rattle her into oblivion just as we had with our fingers and mouths. But it was different with that sort of union. And I knew how we would choose to do it: double penetration. It would undoubtedly blow her mind, and she would come for years, well after we were done fucking.

  Though I had a feeling, it wouldn't merely be fucking with her.

  I withdrew from her neck for a mere second, long enough to see her features. They were a mixture of pleasure and pain, a testament to how much she enjoyed us teasing her. Her stroking increased as Cooper pleasured her, as her legs parted a little wider to accommodate for his fingering.

  She was opening to us. She was blossoming. I could feel her walls breaking away, crashing to the ground to gladly allow us entry. Maybe I could make it happen today. I would be more than happy to feel her little death, to know what her face looked like while releasing all those endorphins—together.

  I nearly crumbled. Her stroking rhythm was making my knees weak. I could hardly hold myself up anymore. As much as I could boast about having sex in strange places, this one was getting difficult to manage. I needed to lay out or sit down or do something about my position. And I wanted to take her with me.

  I started guiding her back to the chair so I could sit, but Cooper stopped me. “What are you doing?”

  “Repositioning. My legs hurt.”

  "Alright, you take the chair, and I'll get behind her."

  She gla
nced between the two of us drunkenly. “What?”

  “Nothing, princess. Keep doing what you're doing.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I grinned at her obedient features. She was such a lovely sight when she was deep down in a submissive state. I sat in the leather chair near the desk and relaxed, feeling my muscles gathering strength again. I watched her mouth sink to the head of my cock. She licked the head with a teasing tongue, her eyes lighting up when she met my gaze.

  She was bent over with Cooper behind her. His fingers went back to work while her mouth decorating my shaft. She sank slowly, teasingly, dragging her delightful lips down my cock to the base. I watched reverently. I was completely hooked by the way she hypnotized me—just by touch. Always just by touch.

  I must have groaned. I had lost track of all my reactions, having been driven into a field of ecstasy. I would gladly follow her to the pit of hell just to taste her pussy again, just to fuck her. Nothing could prevent my desire to mate with her.

  My own thoughts were shocking. Sure, I was the hopeless romantic between Cooper and I, but this was more than mere romance. It felt like I had been waiting forever just to feel her lips around my cock. That's how much she affected me.

  I watched her tongue unfurl again and drag up my shaft, greeting the tip of my cock where she made it dance. I groaned as my eyes rolled back. My first instinct was to grab her hair and grip it, directing her mouth forcefully back down. She grinned mischievously as I did this. I watched her features change from obedient submissive to mildly assertive dominant, and I was relishing the feeling of her taking some control.

  I let her do it.

  “Make me come,” I whispered heatedly. “Do what you do best.”

  “And you'll come after we do,” Cooper added. “Like a good girl.”

  She groaned with yearning as her eyelids fluttered. Her lips parted wider as she slid down my cock, coating me with saliva. Her motions quickened as her hand wrapped around my shaft and stroked in tandem with her lips.

  I twitched and groaned, writhing in the leather chair. I could feel the leather squeak with every movement, the wheels of the chair causing us to slip back until we ultimately hit the desk. I was overwhelmed with lust. I didn't want this to ever stop.

  Was it worth losing out on the interview when we were busy pleasuring each other? I don't think it even mattered at this point. The article was the last thing on my mind. I hadn't even started a draft from the things she already told us. I had scribbled plenty of notes, but I was far too distracted. It's honestly why we had to push back printing the next issue.

  I mean, even Cooper was happy to do that. He was never happy about missing deadlines, but she was the perfect excuse. Her lips were transporting me to another dimension where all I could feel was her energy and her yearning for us. She lathered my cock and slurped as she surfaced, continuing to stroke me diligently with her hand.

  I met her gaze once more. Her dazzling eyes sparkling with drunken desire, with the high we were creating together. I could feel her energy driving over me in waves as she kept stroking me, her hips rolling behind her. I watched her ass bounce against Cooper. He must have been stroking her with his cock. I could tell how badly he wanted to penetrate her pussy. I wanted much the same—and I was getting ready to suggest it when she returned her lips to my cock.

  I rolled with electricity, consumed by her lightning touch. Her warmth mouth caressed my cock and took me away, sweeping me off the earth and into another plane entirely. None of it made sense, yet it all made sense. I was more than happy to keep her like this as long as she wanted me.

  And I hoped she wanted me for a long time.

  I hoped she wanted us perpetually.

  My mouth slacked as I watched her continue her work. She truly was divine when she was in the throes of passion with us. And it wasn't a performance, not in the least. I couldn't imagine her doing this with anyone else and it prompted me to want to mark her, to make her ours so she would never have the opportunity to do this with anyone else.

  And if she had done these things with other men, how did we compare?

  I rolled my hips in rhythm with her mouth. I was drawing close to my eruption, teetering on the edge of bliss as her lips soaked me. I could only imagine what her pussy felt like. I yearned to touch her, to stroke her, to fill her up to the brim with pleasure. I accepted every drop of her mouth over my cock and every rise of her lips. She was talented with me. She showered my cock with affection and drew me down into the depths of despair.

  And I would gladly lay there with her forever.

  Chapter 16

  Brooklyn

  I was overwhelmed by these two men.

  As much as I had wanted to resist their influence, I couldn't help it. My body didn't want to say no. Hell, my brain didn't even want to say no. It wasn't like it took much convincing. They were both physically and intellectually attractive in ways that Brett was not.

  God, that guy was getting on my nerves.

  I had ignored my phone every time I was with the boys. I mean, I was too distracted to even check it. But when I did check it, I saw Brett's texts. I saw his missed calls. I couldn't care less about how he felt about it, and I hoped that him stumbling upon us in my office—even though we weren't doing anything remotely naughty—gave him a proper clue about my interest.

  Which was no interest at all.

  I was too enraptured with these men. They drew every moan from me as if it were their duty as if they could do it at any point in time. I was willing to bet if I had met them somewhere else on my timeline that I would end up doing the same thing. I'd be right here between them, sandwiched, and totally happy about it.

  But that hadn't happened the first time we had met or the few times after that. Maybe it was the fact that it wasn't the right time. I wasn't even sure if that made sense, but my lustful brain was completely taking over. I was giving in to them.

  I was surrendering.

  I had Jack in my chair, the very chair where I sat and worked nearly every single day without any breaks. I had Cooper behind me near the window, where I often sat when things were getting overwhelming. They were in my office—and we were attached in ways that I had never imagined would happen in my own office.

  I hummed as I sucked Jack dry. Every molecule in my body wanted to drain him repeatedly, to take him over and suck the life out of him. It was the wildest thought I had ever had—and it was turning me on by the second. I coated his shaft with my mouth and stroked him with my hand, giving him the pleasure I knew he wanted.

  I thought maybe I would get distracted with Cooper behind me, but I found it encouraged me more and more. He stroked my pussy with his fingers, getting to know my pussy lips before diving back inside. I felt him expand me as his free fingers went to circle my clit. I bucked and hummed with longing while he pleased me. I couldn't get enough of him fingering me.

  I felt my juices soaking his hand. I felt them trickle down my thighs and coat them, a signal that I was so turned on that I might agree to just about anything. I rolled into him, pressing my bottom to his growing cock that I knew he wanted to give to me.

  I mean... I did want it. I wanted all of him. I wanted all of Jack. The more I got a taste of them separately, the more I wanted them both to take me over. It was the strangest feeling and I wasn't sure if it was just lust brain or more than that. I never felt such a connection in my life. When Brett and I dated briefly, I didn't feel this either.

  And he was pretty damn affectionate.

  It must have just been right—Cooper and Jack. Maybe it was the right time or the right circumstances. Either way, I gladly got lost in our romping. I bobbed up and down on Jack's cock, hoping to bring him to the edge with my sucking. I felt his grip tighten on my hair and tried to stifle the smile surfacing. It made me giggle and surface with a slurp, trying to hide behind waves of hair that fell over my face.

  He pushed my hair away from my nose. “Don't hide, princess. You're so pretty when you'
re pleasing us.”

  “Never hide from us,” Cooper remarked. His breathing had labored and he had replaced his stroking fingers with his hard cock. I groaned and rolled back into him as his shaft stroked between my pussy lips. “Never be shy with us. We...”

  He faded into a tense groan. His cock twitched against me, clearly wanting more. Of course, I wanted more as well. I wanted to feel him pulse inside me. I wanted to be filled with him, but I wasn't sure. I hadn't really had sex... and having sex with them would mean so much more at this point.

  My pussy lips ached for release. My stomach was tensing and my thighs were twitching with anticipation every time he passed the head of his cock over my clit. I ached to be relieved of the tension I felt. I wanted him to feel it, too. I wanted him to know the very depths of how I ached for him.

  I slurped over Jack's cock. He twitched again as I gripped his shaft and tugged harder, prompting his hips to join my rhythm. His eyes rolled back and his brows furrowed together in heated anticipation of his explosion. Every inch of me wanted to taste him in my mouth. I wanted to feel his eruption as he could feel mine.

  It wasn't the same scene as the boat. And it wasn't the same feelings either. I felt different—alert and alive. They did this to me and I couldn't tell them. I couldn't let them know how deeply I rang for them. I was like an ancient bell in a tower rattled awake after years of being neglected. They were dusting my edges and they were clearing away the webs to let me sing loudly to the rest of the world that I was alive again.

  Alive—such a deeply strange thing to be feeling when I spent every waking minute living my life as it had always been. Yet, they shifted my perspective. They made me see things differently. They made me feel differently. I wasn't merely a librarian with doctorates and awards. I was more than that—and they were way more than mere billionaires who had bullied me years ago.