Four Billionaires for St. Patrick's Day: An MFMMM Menage Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “Has this guy hurt you?” I asked. “I mean, physically?”

  “No,” said Mandy. “Nothing like that. But the risks he takes. I’m afraid to go back to the house. I honestly am.”

  She leaned in close to whisper. I could see her ample cleavage under her jacket. Her perfume wafted over me—a scent of cinnamon mixed with apples, perfect for the holiday season—and I could feel my cock getting even harder. I hugged her, which didn’t help.

  “Your boyfriend is a fool,” I told her. “He’s risking everything. Worse, he’s risking you. If you were my girlfriend, I would only make you feel like the most special woman in the world.”

  “You would?”

  “Of course. You deserve it.”

  For a moment, we were lost in each other’s eyes. There was a spark there. I could tell she was feeling it. And maybe she was feeling the bulge in my pants, too. She seemed to be digging it.

  Most girls did, but I couldn’t believe my luck—that this girl who had so completely overwhelmed me was obviously feeling the same way about me. She didn’t seem to think it was worrisome that I was her boss. Perhaps I could actually fuck her.

  Don’t go there, not even in your mind or you might not be able to come back from it, I told myself, but I wasn’t used to listening to advice, even my own. I’ve never been a fucking rule follower. So I let myself think about all the things I wanted to do to her. Hike up her skirt so I could see her pussy. Dive deep into it with my hands, my mouth, my cock…

  “You know, Christmas is coming up. Perhaps a hefty bonus could help your situation,” I suggested, trying to get myself back on track.

  “Oh, I couldn’t,” she insisted. “It’s coming up so soon and I just started. What would your other employees say?”

  “It’s fine. They get bonuses too. My brother and I do quite well here. We built this company from nothing. Used to be just me, him and a warehouse guy!”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, it was crazy. We couldn’t afford to rent enough space, so we had to work for the warehouse guy as part of our rent.”

  “You guys are nuts!” she laughed.

  Oh, man. That laugh. It was intoxicating.

  And she was right. We were nuts. But it helped to be a bit nuts when starting and running a company.

  “We managed. Carl makes the crazy deals. Me? I take care of things. I can take care of you.”

  She looked up. Uh, oh. Crossed a line.

  “You don’t even know me,” she blushed.

  “I know enough. I know there’s a spark here. I know you feel it too.”

  I shouldn’t have said it, but I couldn’t help myself. I was used to taking what I wanted, and I wanted her. She stood up and walked a few feet away, unsure of what to do. She shut the door to the office lobby.

  “I’m sorry, too forward?” I asked.

  “No, I feel it too,” she said, leaning on one foot and scraping the carpet with her other toe. “I just thought we might need some…privacy.”

  Privacy, huh? I liked the sound of that. Her mind was obviously going in the same direction that mine was.

  “I’d like to take you out,” I told her. “I gotta be honest, the moment I saw you I was struck.”

  “Yeah? And what else do you want to do with me?”

  Finally. I liked her feistiness, and the fact that she was coming onto me as much as I was coming onto her. It let me know I wasn’t crossing any lines she wasn’t okay with. And it showed me she was ready to take what I had to give her.

  “Honestly? I’d like to set you gently down on that desk. First, I’d kiss your neck. Slowly at first, then faster. I would take my hands and move them up and down your body while kissing you.”

  Now she was looking me in the eyes, as she was standing on the tippy toes of both of her feet, since she was much shorter than I was. It was like she was bracing herself for me and I was at full mast in my pants. My cock was raging, wanting to break free and own her.

  “What else?” she asked, breathlessly.

  “I would peel off your jacket and then open your blouse. Then I would reach up your leg and slowly pull off your panties. I would unbutton your shirt and gently kiss your breasts. Then with one hand, I’d undo your bra and pull your bra off, but leave your open shirt.”

  “Yeah?” she swallowed, uneasily. A little moan escaped her lips as she asked me to tell her what else I wanted to do to her. It was clearly hard for her to refrain from jumping on me right then and there. And I fucking loved it. “What else?”

  “I would play with your nipples, nice and slow, teasing you but making you feel good at the same time. Then I would kneel down while you opened your legs on the desk. I would stick my head between your legs and start slowly licking your pussy. All around it. Then the lips. Then I would gently part them and lick long and deep inside you. Your clit would get a tongue lashing and then my tongue would go deep in that tight hole of yours.”

  “My tight little wet hole?” she asked, nearly panting now.

  “Yeah, it would be really fucking wet for me.”

  “It’s wet for you right now. I’ve been dripping wet since I first saw you.”

  I fucking knew it. But I didn’t let on that I was glad to hear it. It was all I could do to hold back.

  “Oh, it would get wetter, I promise,” I told her, staring at her curvy hips and that luscious ass; those big tits with their cleavage slightly peeking out of her blouse. “Then, just before you climax, I would stop. I would undo my pants and pull out my cock, which is already rock hard.”

  That was no lie. I was rock hard just telling her this. There was no mistaking the giant boner I had at this point. Mandy bit her lower lip and then her finger.

  “What would you do with that big cock?” she asked.

  “Once my cock was out and so big and hard for you, I would enter your wet, tight pussy just a little. Just the tip, then I’d pull out.”

  Mandy made a noise like I was already doing it. She began to suck on her finger. Hell yes. How I wanted her to suck on my dick like that, and she knew it.

  “Then, in a little more, then out,” I told her. “Than in deeper, harder, faster. Then finally, balls deep. You’re so wet and inviting it slides right in. Your pussy’s so tight and wet. I’d fuck you hard and fast right on this desk. I’d grab your ass cheeks so I could go as deep as possible inside you. I’d put your ankles right up to my ears and fuck your wet, tight little pussy hole with my big cock.”

  I could tell Mandy was really turned on. Her finger was still jammed in her mouth and she was still sucking on it like I knew she wanted to suck on my cock. She was squirming where she stood, looking unsure whether she should touch herself or me or both. It was a hot tease. Anyone could walk into the office at any minute. It wasn’t locked. I just prayed that since everyone had just eaten lunch, no one was walking in to talk to me.

  Mandy was looking at the door too. I couldn’t tell if she was afraid if someone would walk in, or if she liked the excitement of knowing they might. I thought it was a mix of both.

  I had to admit, it was hot to think about us getting caught. She could be my naughty little sex slave, for me to do whatever I wanted with—I could tell from that look in her eyes that she would let me—and our only care in the world would be whether or not someone from the office would catch us. Even then, what could they do but complain that the boss had a pet?

  She arched her lovely hips towards me, as if inviting me in. Her eyes were looking at me lustfully from under long lashes. I wanted to see my cock in her mouth like her finger was now. I wanted her to lick her own juices off of my finger, after I got done pounding her tight little pussy.

  There was so much I wanted to do to her that I almost didn’t know where to start. It wasn’t like me to feel this discombobulated. I honestly had no idea what had come over me but I liked it.

  Finally, I moved forward, ready to pounce on her like a wild animal. She had a hungry look in her eyes, letting me know she was ready too,
as if that finger half hanging out of her mouth didn’t already let me know.

  I knew I should never have gone down this path, but I couldn’t stop. I moved forward to take her right there on the desk. It was going to be epic, and I didn’t want to turn back now.

  But just as I leaned into kiss her, someone barged into my office.

  God damn it.

  It was my brother Carl, of course. Leave it to him to try to stop me from having a good time. Or maybe to try to join in.

  Chapter 6 – Carl

  My brother gets into some situations. And he’s supposed to be the responsible one. Needless to say, I was shocked when I walked in and he was about to kiss the new hire. Holy shit. Right in his office lobby. Thank God HR wasn’t here to see this!

  “What the hell is going on?” I asked, incredulous.

  “Th-this is Mandy, the new hire,” Clayton explained. “I was just comforting her. She’s in a rough spot.”

  “Uh huh,” I acknowledged in disbelief. “What rough spot?”

  “I don’t want to—” began Mandy.

  “It’s fine, Mandy. Carl’s family,” assured Clayton.

  That was Clayton. Everyone was family to him. But of course, I really was the closest kind of family to him. His brother, and his business partner.

  “My boyfr—the guy that I live with, he’s a drug addict and I think he’s dealing. I need to get out of my place in a hurry. I don’t mean to burden you guys with this.”

  “Jesus,” I said. “You did the right thing by telling us. Fuck that guy, we’ll get you out of there.”

  I couldn’t believe I had jumped right into saving this chick, but my God she was hot. I mean, I had seen some pictures of her and she had looked fine and all, but they didn’t do her justice compared to seeing her in person. For a second I zoned out and imagined taking her back to my place. To have that big, beautiful ass back right up on me and to plow her all night long.

  God damn. Why did Clayton have to fall for this one? I wanted her. We needed a powwow right now.

  “Mandy, why don’t you continue working on those files we talked about earlier? Clayton and I are going to work out some details.”

  “Yeah, let’s hit the conference room,” Clayton agreed.

  “Thanks guys, you’re so great for helping me!” said Mandy.

  Holy shit. Even the way she fucking thanked us was sexy. Hopefully the conference room had some ice water, because I needed something cold. My brother and I went inside and I shut the door and locked it.

  No way the rest of the staff needed to hear this conversation. Even though, apparently, they all could have just witnessed what Clayton just did—or almost just did—had any of them been the ones to walk into the office instead of me.

  “What the hell, Clayton?” I demanded, as soon as the door was locked behind us.

  “What?”

  “What? I saw that! You were about to go at it with Mandy. In your office. Are you nuts? You want to bang a new hire on her first day. Our HR lawyer would jump out the window.”

  “I can’t help it, Carl. There’s something magnetic about her.”

  “No shit.”

  Clayton was pouring some ice water—luckily, some staff member had stocked the conference room earlier with beverages and refreshments—when he looked back up at me.

  “Oh, no. C’mon, Carl.”

  “What?”

  “All the women you get and you have to go after Mandy too?”

  “Jesus. That’s the whole reason I insisted we hire her! When I saw her picture, it was like a shot. She is my exact type. My exact type.”

  “Well, what the Hell are we going to do?”

  “We’re gonna help her, for one thing. We still have rental property near the beach.”

  “Shit, yeah. Totally forgot about that. No one’s in it this time of year anyway. It’s fucking winter. Cold as shit. But what do we do about us?”

  I thought for a moment. Clayton and I had run into this situation before.

  “We could share her,” I proffered.

  He looked at me as if I had just suggested we all go on a rocket ship trip to the moon together. But there was a glimmer in his eye that told me he was considering what I was saying.

  “Dude, this is crazy enough, that we both want to fuck our new hire,” Clayton said. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m willing to share if she is but—”

  “Well, what’s your read on her?”

  “I mean, she seems pretty sexual. Right before you walked in, I was describing what I’d do to her and she was pretty into it.”

  I decided to keep the little detail about her sucking on her finger to myself. She had done that for me. That was mine. Plus, he’d just get angry to hear that I had let the new girl do that— even though we were both discussing having her do more than that to us, right here, right now.

  “Okay, so we explain to her. She’ll either be into it or not, right? Besides, doing two brothers. That has a certain mystique, right?”

  “Some women might think so, yes.”

  “But we have to play our cards right. We don’t want it to come off as creepy.”

  “Agreed. Worst that happens is she says no.”

  “And if she picks one of us, we’re cool, right?”

  We both nodded, although I wouldn’t be very cool with the thought of her choosing him, and I knew he wouldn’t be, either. It was just something you said at times like this. When you were deciding, with your brother, to go after the same girl.

  “But she’ll want both of us,” I said decisively. “I mean, we both want her, and we both always get what we want.”

  “Exactly,” my brother said. “We’ll get her because we want her. But we don’t want to come across too predatory. So let’s our play cards right for now, so we get what we want later. Let’s not do anything to scare her away. We need for this to work out. And it’s a rather strange situation, so we might have to warm her up to the idea.”

  “Good idea,” I agreed. There were definitely some things on Mandy I liked the idea of warming up.

  We shook on it and went back to the office lobby. We were more composed. We had a plan.

  “Hey, Mandy,” I started. “I hope I didn’t scare you by barging in like that before.”

  “No-no, it’s fine,” she assured. “I’m just so happy to have this opportunity.”

  “Well, we’re happy to have you,” I assured. “And the Plemmons brothers— we can’t help ourselves when it comes to a damsel in distress, so we found you a place.”

  “Oh, my God, seriously? Already?” she said, her big beautiful eyes going wide.

  “Yeah,” explained Clayton. “Carl reminded me: We have this summer rental near the beach. This time of year, no one’s using it. You’d actually be doing us a favor by staying in it and keeping an eye out on the place.”

  “Wow, I don’t know how to thank you guys,” she gushed. “I insist you charge me something.”

  “Honestly, we were paying to have the place cleaned. You clean it, you can stay there until you find some place better,” I assured her. “As for thanking us…”

  “Carl!” interrupted Clayton.

  “What? I gotta come clean,”

  “About what?” she asked.

  “You are very qualified for this position, the most qualified in fact. But when I saw your picture on LinkedIn, I was smitten. Seriously. Just like my brother here. We have similar tastes in women. I hope you don’t find that weird,” said Carl smoothly.

  “No, it’s very flattering,” she blushed. “I find you both very attractive.”

  “Well, the thing is—and this is completely separate from our offer to let you stay at our beach house, mind you—Clayton and I might like to share you, if you get my meaning. Is that something that interests you?”

  I was nervous, and rather annoyed at Clayton for breaking our deal and rushing in so quickly with the proposal. But he’d never been a very patient man. I didn’t know why I had expected him—or me—to be
able to wait. That had been quite unrealistic indeed. Quite dumb of me, actually.

  Mandy laughed nervously and tapped a pen against the bottom of her lip. I couldn’t tell if she was thinking about it or already sending us signals. Maybe she was going to start sucking on that pen.

  “Wow,” she said. “That is an offer I’ve never had before. I mean, sure, maybe some guys have suggested it jokingly. It’s just that I’ve never actually considered it. Until now.”

  “So, your interest is piqued?” asked Clayton.

  “Yes, there’s definitely some peaking going on in my mind,” she blushed again.

  “Well, you don’t have to give us an answer right now,” I assured her, going back to the original plan, which was to give her some time. Not move in too quickly. “Why don’t you finish up your work and head home a bit early? You can concentrate on packing up and starting to get moved into your new place tonight.”

  “Tonight? I can have it already?” she asked, looking pleased.

  “Yes,” I reassured her. “You really need to be out of your current situation, pronto.”

  “Living with a drug addict is no good,” assured Clayton. “Believe us, we know from personal experience.”

  “Thank you so much for all your help,” she said. “I don’t really have that much stuff to move. The possessions aren’t important to me. I just need to get out of there.”

  “You sure do,” I told her. “So, don’t worry about anything else right now. Just concentrate on that.”

  “I’ll try,” she said, blushing again, but looking both of us up and down from underneath those beautiful lashes of hers. “I have to admit; it’s going to be a lot easier said than done.”

  It seemed she would probably take us up on our offer. I liked the sound of her words. And, as I felt a bulge return to my pants, I could tell my cock did, too.

  Chapter 7 – Mandy

  I couldn’t believe the day I was having. God, I get so down sometimes and then the whole day just turns around. Not one, but two amazing bosses. So nice (so attractive), and so willing to go out of their way just for me. Just this morning, I had been on the brink, but now the world was looking great.