ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories)

by Donovan, Astrid Lee

  “Yes, you do,” Tuck probed, leaning in close, making her breath catch in her throat. Stella was grateful that the drink arrived quickly, and she gulped at it.

  “Well,” she said, the last sip going straight to her head. “I want a family. I mean, I want…I want a family eventually.”

  She clasped a hand over her mouth. There was nothing less sexy than talking about wanting a family on the first date, even if there had been about thirty mini-dates before it.

  “I mean…okay, I was an orphan all my life, pretty much,” she said, trying to regain some sort of control. Tuck’s eyes on her never wavered, only deepened. “And I never belonged anywhere, you know? Never had a…had a….”

  “Had a family,” he finished for her, and she nodded, taking another sip and wondering where all this sudden honesty had come from. “I understand.”

  “You do?” she asked, wanting more than anything to look into the future and see herself having a life with this wonderful, funny, dirty biker of a man who made her laugh and looked at her like she was a glass of water on a desert island. She hadn’t known how much she wanted that until right then, and her body responded, leaning in closer to him.

  “I do, believe it or not,” he said. “Life like mine…it gets old, you know? I love my boys, but I want more. I want more for myself.”

  They were inches apart now, and their eyes were locked so tight it would have taken a crowbar to break their gaze.

  “Like what,” she asked, voice a low whisper.

  “Like you,” he said, and closed the distance between them, closing his lips over hers, stealing her breath and making her skin burn, her nipples tightening, her thighs clenching together. No one had ever kissed her like that before, in a way that immediately turned her on, made her crave his cock inside her. When he pulled away, her eyes were half-lidded and lusty.

  “Let’s go,” she said, voice hoarse. “Let’s go right now.”

  Tuck grabbed her hand, throwing a hundred on the table and pulling her through the now-crowded bar. Outside, the cold air should have brought reality back to Stella’s mind, but it didn’t, because he grabbed her, spinning her around to kiss her again, hungry now, arms closing around her, hands falling to her ass and squeezing as her blood boiled and rushed.

  And then they were on the bike again, Stella pulling her helmet on and closing her legs around his middle, this time feeling the way her clit pressed against his lower back while the bike’s vibrations made her slit buzz and dance in a crazy aching need.

  She moaned, unable to help it, and pressed herself forward as the bike kicked onto the road, grinding her hips down. She savored the way the hot, buzzing leather felt underneath her and slid her hips back, nearly biting her lip when her clit touched the saddle, sending ecstatic shockwaves through her body. Her short dress fluttered behind her, revealing her milky white thighs and the slightest hint of her panties to the whole world, but she didn’t care.

  “Oh, fuck,” she cried out as the bike picked up speed, clutching Tuck tighter and feeling the thrumming engine pleasure her scantily-covered sex, the world’s biggest, hottest, roughest vibrator. Her thighs tightened around him to keep herself steady as pleasure washed through her, her body alive and wanting now, on fire with need. Her nipples tingled, too, the shockwaves riding all the way up through her body.

  Her slit was dripping slightly, the fabric of her panties clinging to her lips. Tuck, feeling his passenger’s tight grip and knowing what was happening, adjusted the bike’s speed, going slower and then faster, the rhythm maddening to Stella, giving her what she needed and then easing off, again and again, until she felt like a Molotov cocktail, moments away from exploding.

  They were in a neighborhood Stella didn’t recognize, not that she could really make sense of much of anything with the way the bike was ravishing her body, but as the bike finally slowed to a stop, she was amazed at the size of the house.

  The Rolling Thunder MC was loaded; they must have been for Tuck to have spent so much on her. But it didn’t really become obvious to Stella until she saw that he lived in a house that was easily twice the size of her own. But she had little time to admire it; before she could process anything, Tuck had pulled her off the bike and picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder like King Kong. She laughed, then, feeling silly about everything, and pounded on his back. She heard the smile in his voice when he spoke.

  “Stop it, woman,” he said. “You’re mine tonight, and don’t you forget it.”

  Mine, the word rang in her head, made her feel creamy and warm inside, something so possessive and sexy about how said it. Mine.

  She didn’t get a chance to see how the house was laid out; he never put her down, carrying her in his impossibly strong arms through room after room until he dropped her, unceremoniously, on a huge king-size bed, standing before her in all his glory. The humor that she’d felt when he’d carried her was gone as he stared down at her, eyes hungry and body firm.

  He ripped the helmet from her head, the jacket from her shoulders. And then he pushed her, hard. She closed her eyes as her back bounced on the mattress, an aching emptiness in her stomach that only he could take away. His palms covered hers, their hands above her head, fingers laced tight together. Her heart raced and she blinked back into awareness, the heat in her body rushing, flames licking at her nerves. Her thighs parted. He pressed into her. Her lower back sank into the mattress.

  And then he kissed her again. Hard, this time, her mouth opening as though to protest but suddenly filled with his tongue as it battled hers and forced her jaw wider, her lips warm under his. It was almost as though he was searching for something and then, as his tongue traced the top of her mouth, he found it, her moan silenced by their kiss.

  When he pulled away, she was breathless, and when his nose traced downwards until his lips met her chin, she squirmed. He nibbled the flesh under her ear and her hips rose against him, a palpable desire blooming in her stomach. Never before had she wanted a man this bad…

  She felt a single drip of her juices down her pussy lips, knowing that there was no stopping now. But then he spoke, and it was like hearing him from some other dimension.

  “Do you want this?” he asked, and she didn’t know how to answer. Yes, yes, I want this so bad it hurts, her body screamed. But her heart; her poor, battered heart, said no. She didn’t want to let him in, didn’t want to take the risk, knew she never deserved a love like this, that it would be over in the morning and then…

  “Tell me you want this,” he whispered, voice demanding, insistent. He wanted to make her beg.

  “Oh,” was all she could saw as his lips and tongue fell over her ear, making her spine go rigid underneath him.

  “Say it,” he growled, thrusting his hips against her. She could feel him through the thin fabric of her panties, which were glued to her slit, like a second skin. She could feel his rough denim grazing her swollen clit, his fingers tightening around hers. “Say it, or I’ll leave you right now.”

  The thought was unbearable.

  “I want it,” she cried out, louder than she’d intended. “I want it so fucking bad, Tuck. I want it, I want it, I want it…”

  “What do you want,” he said, grunting into her flesh, his hand moving to her chin, grabbing her jaw and squeezing it tight while pushing upwards, giving his lips full access to her neck.

  “You,” she moaned as his teeth bared down, grazing her flesh. “I want you, I want all of you, inside me, please…”

  “Then get this fucking thing off of you,” he growled, ripping upwards with his free hand at the base of her dress. She released his hands to yank the dress above her head, naked but for her panties. Desperately, she tried to undress him, but he grabbed her hands once more, pinning her down.

  “We do this my way,” he growled, his face dipping lower along her collarbone. “You’re my woman and we do it my way.”

  “Yours…” she breathed as his lips found her breasts, sucking and lapping at one nipp
le. He put one hand over her other breast, pulling at the taut bud there, making her back arch in need. “Yours…”

  “Mine,” he growled, closing his teeth around her nipple and pulling back slightly until she yelped a mixture of pleasure and pain. His other hand kneaded her breast, then he switched, lapping and sucking at the other nipple, taking care to pleasure the other with his fingers. Stella let her hand fall to his back, clutching the tense skin there, raking gently with her nails. Their flesh ignited everywhere they touched, and still he pinned her down, owning her, dominating her…

  The hand on her breast plunged downward, down the elastic waistband of her panties, and she cried out again, two fingers sinking into her soaking slit and plunging deep and crooked, directly to that sacred space inside her that needed them most. Stella cried out again, his name on her lips as his fingers pulsed, his thumb finding her clit easily, rolling around it slowly, torturously drawing out her pleasure.

  Her thighs clamped tight together, holding his hand in place, a wave building in her stomach, a knot of pleasure and tension. And as he played with her, using her body as a toy, he began to tug at the string that would make the whole knot come undone.

  His lips followed his hand, licking down her stomach, into the canyon of her bellybutton, his teeth clamping around the top of her panties and yanking downward, the cool air rushing across her pussy like a gale.

  “Tuck,” Stella moaned, her mind blank but for pleasure, as his tongue replaced his thumb, settling its sweet softness around the swollen nub of her clit. His fingers pressed inside her, making her hips buck upward even as his tongue bathed her clit in delicious pleasure. Her hands fell to his hair and roamed through it, pressing his mouth forward, wanting more. As he sucked her clit between his lips she jerked, and the string pulled tighter, unfolding the knot of tension.

  One more press…one more lap…one more lick…

  His teeth closed down, just grazing her clit, and he pressed hard inside her, and the knot unfurled, a glorious shattering of bliss that radiated pleasure throughout her body, making her vibrate like a violin, her thighs tight around his ears and hips bucking upward, wanting him to swallow her up completely, wanting him there forever. He lapped and drank up her flowing nectar as it dripped over his fingers, riding out every buck and shiver of her climax, until she was spent and limp beneath his hands.

  “Tuck,” she moaned, barely breathing as his body rose and covered hers once more. “Oh, my God, Tuck…”

  “I know, baby,” he growled. “I know.”

  She could feel the head of his cock pressed against her damp slit and she spread her legs wider. She wanted him inside her, filling her. She didn’t even know when he’d pulled his pants down. She only knew that his cock was meant to be inside her.

  “Fuck me,” she whimpered, her hands on his hips, trying to drag him down.

  “I want to hear you beg for it,” he growled. When he leaned down, kissing her lips, she could taste herself on him, and it only reignited the fire inside her.

  “Please,” she whimpered, feeling him press himself every so slightly deeper inside her. “Please, please fuck me…”

  “Now that,” he said, slipping further into her warm cavern, “is a sound I could get used to.”

  With a groan, he lowered himself, his cock halfway buried into her warm cunt. Even with only half of him inside, she could feel herself being filled by him, stretched to her limits.

  “You’re so tight,” he moaned, pulling out slightly only to pulse his hips forward again, burying his cock deeper inside her. She cried out and hugged his hips close, pulling down until, in a moment of utter collapse, he was fully inside her, filling every inch of her starved pussy with his cock, plunged as deep as anyone had ever been. When he thrust forward, she shook, her thighs wrapping around his back, holding him tightly in place.

  “You’re gonna…you’re gonna…make me….oh, God,” she said, voice jagged, breath quick.

  “What am I gonna do, baby?” he murmured, pulsing into her in tight jabs that pressed his cock into her deepest places. “Tell me what I’m gonna do to you.”

  “I’m gonna cooooommmee,” Stella screamed as his cock, angled downward, pressed against her womb, triggering her second climax, making her buck and squirm once more as delirious pleasure filled her mind, blinding her eyes, her mind a vacant space filled with white light.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” she heard Tuck groan as he emptied inside her, his cum hitting her pussy, massaging it through her climax, her cunt milking every last drop of his juice, the warm stickiness of him bursting straight through to her center. They came together in a moment of unrivaled bliss, and then collapsed, sweaty and spent, in a giddy embrace. The weight of him on top of her was welcome, the taste of the sweat on his neck like candy, the feel of his heartbeat against hers a siren call to her soul.

  When he finally rolled off, she immediately rolled with him, draping one arm across his chest, her head on his shoulder, a leg draped across his.

  “Baby,” Tuck breathed, still panting. “I’m never finding another woman like you.”

  “Oh,” was Stella’s only reply, her eyes languid and dazed. “Oh.”

  Chapter Five

  When Stella awoke, she was alone. Confusion nipped at the corners of her brain as she took in her surroundings; this wasn’t her bed. This wasn’t her room. Where was she? She was…

  Oh fuck, she thought. She’d actually done it. She’d gone out with Tuck and then…

  Then…

  She could still feel the buzz of last night’s pleasure in her fingertips. She sat up, panicked, her thighs still sticky with his cum. One hand flew to her open mouth as she looked around the room.

  And where was he? Had he just left? She looked at the nightstand - no money for a cab. Fucking bastard! She thought. There was no way he wanted her for anything more than a one-night fuck. Least the fucker could have done was paid for her way home. She felt stupid - so, so stupid - for ever believing he wanted anything more from her than her body. But even as she sat in the bed, running all the worst case scenarios through her head, she heard the bedroom door open.

  And there he stood.

  Holding a tray. With flowers. And a steaming plate of eggs, toast and sausage.

  Stella’s eyes became, roughly, the size of saucers.

  “Morning,” Tuck said, crossing the room and putting the tray down on the nightstand. He sat down beside her and, seeing the look on her face, furrowed his brow. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s nothing, I…I just…I thought…”

  “You thought I was some hit-it-and-quit-it type of guy?” he asked, eyes now turning amused. “Tough luck. Man finds a pussy like yours and…shit, makes you wanna keep it forever.”

  Stella studied his face intently. He wasn’t lying. At least, it seemed like he wasn’t lying.

  “Come on,” he said, taking her hand in his. “Trust me. I’m not…I’ve wanted you for a long time, Stella. Wanted you here, in this bed, right now, just like this. Trust me. If it were up to me, you’d never leave.”

  “You can’t be serious,” Stella said. “I’m not…I’m broken goods, Tuck. I told you that.”

  “What do you think I am?” he asked, now cupping her face in his hands. She immediately felt warmer, hotter. Last night had been…amazing. It had been everything sex could ever possibly be. And he was so sweet, anyway. Dinner had been just as nice as what came after. She’d never felt anything so strong in her entire life. And this was what she’d been looking for her entire life.

  “I think you’re a bad, bad man,” she cooed, barely recognizing her own voice. But the spark in his eyes, half surprised and half lusty, made her feel bold. Made her feel sexy. Her slit dampened as he stared at her. The hand that had cupped her chin moved to her hair. She let out a tiny squeak as he closed a fist around her strands and yanked slightly, the pain sending shockwaves through her body that weren’t entirely unpleasant.
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br />   No, in fact; they weren’t unpleasant at all.

  “You want me to show you just how bad I can be?” he asked, voice throaty and low. She could barely move her head, but she managed a slight nod. When she looked down, she saw a bulge in the sweatpants he was wearing. He rose up before her, still clutching her hair, and with one hand pulled his pants down, revealing his cock, hard and throbbing. He shoved her face toward it.

  “Open your mouth,” he growled, and she obliged, the head of his cock plunging between her lips and immediately filling her mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, a drop of briny precum falling down her throat as her tongue pressed against the thick vein running along the underside of his cock.

  He shoved her face even further forward, giving her no time to prepare as he thrust into her throat, feeling her gag and choke, pulling out enough to give her time to breathe before thrusting forward again. With his hand in her hair, he controlled her every movement, using her mouth as a toy made just to please his cock.

  “Look at me,” he growled, and her eyes rolled up to his, watery as her body reacted to the lack of oxygen and rough treatment. He pumped forcefully, fucking her mouth with abandon, loving the way she moaned and hummed around his cock. Stella was getting wetter and wetter, never knowing how hot it could be to be so vulnerable, so completely at the whim of another.

  When she closed her eyes, tears spilled down her cheeks, but her heart was racing with passion. Each time his cock slammed into the back of her throat and then withdrew, she felt her body tense with excitement. Tuck grunted above her, his hands grabbing her hair even more tightly. But he didn’t want to finish in her mouth. There would be time for that. But he could see her nipples hardening, her body still bare from the night before. His free hand fell to her breast, kneading roughly and tweaking the nipple hard, inspiring another throaty moan from her abused throat.

  “What do you want?” he growled, pulling out entirely. Stella gasped, breathing in ragged breaths. When she didn’t immediately respond, he yanked once more on her hair.