by Marie Carnay
Again and again he pumped into her and his phone chimed in—buzzing in time to his thrusts. She moaned in agreement. All three of them—Brooks and Rachel and the mystery caller—pumped and groaned in sync as he gave her all he had. Damn, they were good together. Her pussy throbbed and she resisted the urge to stroke her clit. She’d get hers. No doubt. She tugged his balls again, rolling and caressing the sensitive skin until his cock grew even harder inside her mouth.
With a strangled moan, he came, shooting his release deep and fast. His sticky seed filled her up and she fought to swallow it down, almost choking as the salty tang hit the back of her throat. At last, he slowed and let her go, slumping as she stood and wiped her mouth with her hand.
* * *
“Oh my god, Rachel.”
“Is that good?”
“Jesus. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. That’s beyond obvious now.”
She giggled and he stuffed himself back into his pants, zipping up as his phone buzzed again. “Fuck.” He pulled it out and glanced at the screen.
“So who’s the third wheel?”
Brooks tried not to choke. “It’s Alec.” Text after text after text. I have the contract. Come over tonight to review. Where are you? Have you seen her? It went on and on.
“Your friend from the bar?”
“The one and only.” He didn’t want to think about Alec. About how the three of them together could be unbelievable. Epic. He glanced up at Rachel, expecting embarrassment. She’d sucked him off while the man who’d licked her to orgasm two days ago was calling. But she didn’t look it. Instead, she seemed…excited? Aroused?
“It must be important to text you so many times.”
She bit her lip and a slide show of dirty images filled Brooks’s head. Rachel naked and on her knees. Pussy stuffed with his cock while her lips wrapped around Alec’s shaft. His best friend taking her from behind while he fingered her clit. So many possibilities with so sexy a woman. But he’d made a promise. Drew a line.
He shook his head. “He wants me to stop by. But I’ll deal with it later.”
She stepped toward him and raised an eyebrow. “Think he’d mind a surprise guest?”
Brooks blinked. “I’m sorry?”
“You two seemed pretty comfortable with each other the other night. We could go to his place and…pick up where we left off.”
He couldn’t believe it. He’d been forcing the possibility from his mind and here she was—offering herself up. To both of them. Fuck. It’d probably end in a disaster—another one-night stand and an unsigned artist. But if she didn’t know who they were…maybe they’d find a way. He slid his phone back in his pocket and licked his lips. “Are you propositioning me, Ms. Madison?”
“Maybe. As long as I’m not interrupting. I’d hate to get in the middle of anything.”
“What if that’s exactly where we want you to be?”
5
Brooks took the turns like he’d driven them a million times. Fast in, fast out. Whipping the sports car around the Hills and zooming past countless mansions.
“Alec lives up here?”
“Just off Mulholland. Five more minutes.”
Rachel swallowed. They might have even more money than she had questions. Where they came from, how they met, where they worked…But she wasn’t about to distract Brooks. Not with the car flying around the curves. She didn’t want to end up in the wrong living room because they’d crashed into it.
A few more turns, a jog up a hill, and Brooks pulled up to the most spectacular house Rachel had ever seen. All steel and glass, it grew out of the hill like a mid-century rock formation. From the driveway, she could see straight through the foyer into the living room and out to the skyline of L.A.
“Alec lives here?”
“Mmm-hmm. It’s a bit over the top, but that’s who he is.” Brooks opened his car door and walked around to help Rachel out. “Fits, doesn’t it?”
Rachel climbed out and had to agree. “Yeah. I guess it does.”
They walked up to front steps floating over a percolating, rectangular pool.
“It’s even nicer inside.” Brooks rang the bell and Alec appeared out of nowhere, padding to the front door in linen pants and a polo. Looking every bit the billionaire playboy Rachel was imagining.
“I see Brooks has brought the most beautiful gift.” He held out his hand. “I guess I should formally introduce myself. I’m Alec Wells.”
Rachel slid her hand into his and smiled. “Rachel Madison. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Again.”
He stepped back and waved her inside. “Come in, I’ve got champagne. Brooks, good to see you.”
The pair embraced and Rachel cocked her head. Was there some tension there, or did she imagine it? Her heels clacked on the floor and she bent to slip them off.
“You’re welcome to leave them on, I don’t mind.”
“I do. My feet are killing me.” She paused and glanced up. “Unless you’d rather I not.”
“No, by all means. I’d love to have a beautiful woman padding barefoot around my house.” He grinned and walked into the living room. Rachel followed and stopped at the edge of the carpet. The view was different from the Observatory but almost as spectacular. The whole Los Angeles basin sparkled between the rolling hills and Rachel understood why the house was made of glass. If she had that kind of view, she’d want to see it from every room too.
Brooks and Alec made their way to the low, oversized couch and Rachel paused. They’d left a gap between them just big enough for her. Did they want her in the middle? Just like Brooks said? The thought of both men at the same time. Touching. Teasing. Fucking. A thrill rushed through her.
She never thought she was this kind of woman. Adventurous in bed? Check. Likes a good cock? Check. Into threesomes with rich men she barely knows? Not so much. But there was a first time for everything. With a smile, she walked up and nestled her ass in the empty space.
“So, there’s no way for me to ask this without being rude. But, you how did you all get to be so…”
“Incredibly handsome?”
Rachel snorted. “That’s genetics. I was going to say rich.” She winced and pinched the bridge of her nose. “God, it sounds even worse than I thought it would.”
“It’s a fair question. We’re not in the mob, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” Alec scooted forward and poured three glasses of champagne. He handed them out and shrugged. “And unfortunately for us, the story’s not all that exciting.”
“You can say that again.” Brooks took a sip. “We invested in a friend’s start-up. You know, one of those crazy ideas in someone’s garage?”
Rachel nodded.
“The company went public last year and in eight minutes of trading, we became billionaires.”
The champagne in her glass wobbled and threatened to spill. “You what?”
Brooks grinned. “Most of it’s not liquid—we still own a good number of shares. But some of us sold off more than others.” He glanced at Alec and the other man smirked.
“What can I say? I like nice things.”
“Wow. So do you just live off the money? Play polo all day and party at night?”
Brooks shifted next to her and the corners of his mouth fell into a frown.
“Did I say something wrong?”
Alec spoke up. “Not at all. Brooks just doesn’t like to mix business and pleasure.” He drained the rest of his glass and picked up the bottle. “More champagne?”
* * *
“That’s really it. As I said, I’m not that interesting.”
“On the contrary, Rachel. I think you’re fascinating.” Brooks lifted the empty glass from Rachel’s fingers and set it on the coffee table. They’d been talking for hours. Learning all about her life before L.A.—how she’d chased her dream—singing, performing, living. He wanted to snap his fingers and turn her world upside down. Hand her a contract and make magic together. But he couldn’t spring it on her now, whil
e sitting in Alec’s mansion and buzzing off luxury champagne. She’d probably think she had to sleep with them to get it. And that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
“You’re just being nice.”
He snorted and raised an eyebrow. “I can stop that anytime.” He reached out and brushed a lock of hair away from her cheek. “You just need to say the word.”
She shifted on the couch, eyes darting from his face to the side where Alec sat. He could tell by the way she’d sat between them—thighs brushing thighs, hands grazing chests and knees all evening—she wanted them both.
It was breaking his word. Going back on his decision to never go down this road again. But he was past caring. All he could see was her body sandwiched between them with Alec’s incredible view as the backdrop.
“He’s not the only one, you know.” Alec twisted on the couch and leaned over to whisper in Rachel’s ear. Her breath caught—fast and sharp—and she met Brooks’s stare. “I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you all night. Imagining what’s underneath that sexy lace. Finding out what you feel like pinned between us.”
Her lips popped open, but she didn’t look away.
“Is that something you’d consider? Having both of us? Tonight?”
Alec nuzzled her ear and the touch jumpstarted her lungs. Her chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm while her brain worked to find the right words. She stared at Brooks and he willed her to say yes. Just say yes.
“I take it you’ve done this before?”
Brooks’s lips twitched. “You mean a threesome? Yes. We’ve done it before. You?”
She shook her head.
Alec smiled against her cheek and reached out, stroking her creamy thigh as he glanced up at Brooks. “Care to give it a try?”
“I don’t—I shouldn’t—”
Brooks leaned forward, trailing his fingers through her dark hair, losing himself in her matching eyes. He rose up on his knees and pulled her close enough to kiss. “Don’t think about what you should do. Think about what you want. What your body is begging for.”
As her lips fell open, he claimed her mouth. Dipping his tongue inside, tasting the champagne and heat as she moaned into his lips. Fuck, she’s sweet. He couldn’t wait to get a taste of the rest of her—pulling a firm nipple into his mouth, lapping up all her juices as she came right there on the couch.
He ran his hands down her sides, thumbs swiping at her breasts before she pulled away and gasped. “Brooks. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Not without me, you shouldn’t.” Alec slid over, body tight and close behind her, hands wrapping around her middle, bunching up the lace as he palmed her breasts. Her eyes fluttered shut as his fingers rolled around and around, stroking her nipples through the fabric, drawing out tiny mewls of desire. Need. “I’ve tasted that sweet little pussy of yours and I can’t get enough. I want all of you, Rachel. Right here. Right now. Give in to what you’re feeling. Wanting.”
She surrendered on a moan. “Yes. Oh, god. Yes. I want you both.”
“Right now?”
“Yes. Right now.”
Brooks grinned and kissed her harder than before, thrusting his tongue inside, swirling and dancing with hers until she moaned into his lips. He nipped her lower lip and she groaned.
“Good. Because I’m dying to taste you.”
As he trailed kisses down her neck, Alec unzipped her dress. His partner pushed the straps down her arms until her breasts emerged. God. So fucking big and round, like a pair of melons on her chest. He wanted to bury his head between them and play for hours. But he wanted tonight to be about her. If he was going to give in and go down this road with Alec again…then he wanted to rock her world. Blow her mind. Make it worth it even if it all fell apart.
Leaning over, he kissed the swells of her breasts, teasing the edges of her bra as he slipped first one and then the other strap off her shoulders. Alec unhooked it and her breasts spilled out, nipples hard and eager as they bounced in the air.
Damn. He glanced up at Alec and could see he wanted her every bit as much. Huge pupils, mouth open, dick straining against his lounge pants. Brooks already knew what a magic tongue she had—it was Alec’s turn. With a smile, he took her by the shoulders, gently pushing her body down onto the couch. Her head landed in Alec’s lap, inches away from his swollen shaft. Perfect.
As she turned her head, nuzzling her nose against his partner’s dick, Brooks slipped off the couch. He grabbed her dress in both hands and tugged, peeling it off her body to expose a tiny matching thong. Nice. He spread her legs, pushing her knees apart as he crawled over her. Curves and creamy skin and heat. It’s all he could see. And he was in fucking heaven. Leaning over, he palmed her breast, bouncing it in the air until it rippled, flicking his thumb across her swollen nipple until she shuddered.
“I want you to suck him, Rachel. Take Alec’s cock. Suck him while I make you come.”
She glanced down at him, eyes huge and round, lips open, and he licked. Wide strokes across her nipples again and again. With a cry, she arched into him, pulling her back off the couch as Alec slipped off the couch to his knees. Brooks licked and sucked and toyed with her nipple and Alec tugged off his shirt. Ropey, hard muscles, heaving chest, shuddering abs. His partner had it all. Rachel groaned and reached over, turning her head to the side and pulling his pants down.
They fell to the floor and Alec’s cock bounced in the air—long and straight and inches from her lips.
“That’s it Rachel. Now lick him. Show him what your tongue can do.”
She groaned in agreement, opening up and licking across Alec’s swollen head as Brooks slipped his fingers beneath her panties. One jerk and they were on the floor.
A trim patch of hair hid her sex from view and he grabbed her thighs with giddy excitement. He wanted to see all she had to offer. Pushing them apart, he spread her high and wide, shoving her legs up to her chest and exposing her slit drenched in her own juices.
Damn. So fucking sexy. He dove in without hesitation, running his tongue between her folds and licking a circle around her needy hole. She cried out at his touch, rolling her hips up to his mouth, and reaching out for something to hold. Alec leaned in and she took him in her mouth, sucking hard as she grabbed his hips with her hands.
His partner looked up and the men locked stares—Brooks with his tongue lapping at her sweet cream, Alec with his cock inside her mouth. Brooks didn’t want Alec—not in that way—but something about sharing a woman. It put everything else to shame.
As she took his partner deeper, swirling her tongue and adding her hand, Brooks lapped again. Drawing her sweet nectar into his mouth and swallowing it down as he found her clit nestled between her swollen lips. He flicked and she cried out. Over and over he teased the juicy nub, pushing her toward an orgasm with every stroke.
She pulled off Alec and the look of need on her face made Brooks proud. “Oh, Brooks. Don’t stop. Please.” She reached between her legs and pushed his face down into her core as he lapped at her clit. He worked her harder, alternating flicks of his tongue and suckling kisses as she turned back to Alec.
Digging her fingers into Alec’s thighs, she worked Alec hard and fast, bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue around and around. All while Brooks licked her clit, flicking the little nub again and again, soaking his lips and chin in her juices. He couldn’t wait to fuck her—bury himself balls-deep in her slick heat. But tasting her was just as sweet.
Her thighs trembled, her body shook, and he knew she was close. Closer than Alec. He grinned and slipped a finger inside her, curling it up to find just the spot. One stroke and she shrieked, letting go of Alec to fall back on the couch as ecstasy took her over. She bucked her hips into Brooks’s mouth, thrashing above him while her breath came out in tiny gasps.
Another stroke of his finger and lap of his tongue and she came—body tightening around him as she toppled over the edge and into oblivion. Waves of her orgasm rolled through her body, c
lenching her muscles around his finger in rhythm to his thrusts. Damn, she was gorgeous when she came apart.
He slipped out of her and wiped his face with the back of his hand.
* * *
Oh, god. Why had she hesitated? Even for an instant? If Brooks and Alec could make her feel like that without even fucking her…damn. She wished she’d stayed the other night in the dressing room—then she’d be having round two. She opened her eyes to tell them as much when hands wrapped around her middle and hoisted her in the air.
“Put me down!” Oh my god! He can’t carry me!
“No.” He hoisted her up into his arms and all she could do was hold on. Legs wrapped around his waist, arms holding his shoulders, hoping he didn’t drop her. But he wasn’t struggling. No staggering, no unease. He just walked out of the living room like she weighed nothing at all. Wow.
A door opened and before her eyes adjusted to the dark, he was laying her down on a huge white bed. “I thought we’d all be more comfortable on a bed.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” Alec strode up to her—naked and sexy as hell—and she smiled. Two men. Two sexy, in control, horny men who wanted her. It couldn’t get better.
“Then what are you waiting for? Come sit down so I can finish what I started.”
Alec grinned and came up next to her, reaching out to tweak a nipple before sitting on the edge of the bed. She stood up and turned toward him, sticking her ass out behind her as she bent over to lap at his cock again. Mmm. She loved how different they were from each other. Brooks with his gentle hands and dirty words. Alec with his know-it-all smirk and nimble fingers. And their cocks. Damn. Brooks was thick and solid where Alec was long and smooth.
She grinned and licked a circle around Alec’s spongy head. Even their dicks matched their personalities.