by Swan, Carol
She suddenly groaned, and Brad could feel the vibrations in her throat.
Ethan grinned as he heard the noise Aubrey let out when he rubbed his fingers against her clit. She was so wet, something he was thankful for since he and Brad hadn’t really thought to bring lube to a library. He went back and forth a few times before bending his fingers and moving to enter. She let him in, and he went knuckles-deep before curling his fingers inside her. She clenched around him.
Brad removed one his hands from her hair, and tucked some loose strands behind her ear. The bun was starting to unravel, and he looked at Aubrey with a sort of wonder. He grabbed the band and let the hair fall, surprised to see that it went well past her shoulders. “Much better,” he breathed, using the hand still in her hair to give her scalp a sort of massage. He used the other to reach over and slap her ass.
Aubrey jumped, but Ethan shushed her from below. “Brad, if you don’t mind,” he said loudly, casting his friend a look.
“Couldn’t h-help myself,” Brad panted.
Ethan rolled his eyes, and continued his ministrations. He started scissoring, and by the way Aubrey curled her toes, he assumed she liked it. “Aubrey,” he said, and she let go of Brad’s with a pop.
“Y-yes?” she asked.
“Are you ready?” he asked, withdrawing his fingers.
“I…” she looked away, half-considering just putting Brad back in her mouth and leaving Ethan to it.
“Aubrey,” he said again, and now he was thrusting his hips up, grinding his crotch against hers. He still had his pants on, but the movement of the hot bulge felt amazing. “I’m not doing this unless you tell me it’s okay.”
Her eyes widened and she looked down at Ethan. He, at least, had noticed that she’d neither confirmed nor denied their advances. Though, if she were being honest with herself, it was a little late to play that game now.
“It-it’s okay,” she answered with her eyes closed, blushing.
Ethan smiled, “Okay.” He fiddled with his pants and Aubrey heard the zipper right before he pulled them off. He stroked himself a few times, and Brad passed him a condom.
He gripped Aubrey’s hips and lowered her from her knees to a sitting position, guiding her onto his cock carefully. She gasped as they moved – she hadn’t been filled in months – and breathed out slowly. Ethan grinned.
“Aubrey,” Brad half-begged, half-demanded as he threaded his hand back through her hair. She reached up to pull him closer and took him into her mouth again, paying special attention to the base – he seemed to really like it.
Ethan began pumping them up and down, taking key moments to pause and just grind inside her. She whimpered whenever he did, and he pinched her nipples in reply. He kept it going like that, and Aubrey tried to help by meeting his thrusts though she had trouble keeping her attention on Brad when she did.
It was with a grinding thrust and his hands on Aubrey’s clit that he heard her moan and felt her clamp down around him. He smirked, and yelled up to Brad, “She just beat us to the finish line!”
“What? Seriously?” Brad laughed, and urged Aubrey to go faster. Ethan started picking up the pace too, though he really didn’t have much farther to go, not with Aubrey still riding out her orgasm and throbbing around him. He came with a satisfied sigh, and Brad cried through clenched teeth as he finished in her mouth.
Ethan helped Aubrey lie down, and Brad dropped to the floor on the opposite side of her. “So?” he asked, still a bit out of breath. “Good as your books?”
Aubrey let out a laugh, and linked hands with them both. “Better,” she told them.
“Oh, you simply must come!” Brad whined, following Aubrey around the library as she put books away. “It’s this grand party – I’ll bet my life you’ve never been to one like it!” He was trying to convince her to travel back to New York with them. Not for long, they promised; just to attend the party of the year, they said – she wasn’t so sure, knowing them.
It’d been a week since… Well. And since that night they’d been visiting her every day, bothering her to come out for dinner or do a little bit more of what they’d done in the library. They were fun, and nice, and surprisingly considerate, but traveling to a place where she had no one and nowhere else to go – it sounded like a bad idea.
“We’ll take our private jet,” Ethan chimed in, not bothering to look up from his hunting magazine. “And, of course, you can ride it back here when you’re ready to leave.”
See, it was lines like that: ‘ready to leave.’ They had yet to give her a real date for this fancy party.
“Please!” Brad begged, blocking her cart as she went to push it to the next isle. “We can’t wait to show you off to everyone!”
“Who is ‘everyone?’” she asked, just the thought making her nervous.
“Oh, you know,” Ethan saved him, rolling up the magazine and tapping Brad on the back of the head with it. “Neighbors, business associates, clients…”
“So, people like you.”
Brad said “Yes!” at the same time that Ethan gave a firm “No.” The two friends looked at each other.
“You’ll fit right in, we promise!” Brad declared, recovering first. “Don’t even worry about bringing anything – we’ll take you shopping.”
“But how long will it be for?”
“Oh, let’s say a week?” Ethan said, finally sharing some sort of timetable.
“A week?” Aubrey repeated. “But I can’t be gone that long! Who’ll watch the library? And I only get two weeks off a year—”
“Don’t worry,” Ethan said. “I talked to dad. This trip will be filed under ‘business,’ so you can rest easy. Anyway, I believe someone named George will watch it for you until you return.”
Aubrey crossed her arms, staring the both of them down. George was a reputable man, an Air Force veteran who liked to volunteer around the library on weekends. It would make sense if he filled in for her. But a week? That was seven days of being stuck with the two Billionaire Best Friends in the same place, with nowhere to hide. She’d already handled them enough this past week, listening to their annoying first class opinions and subtle demands for attention, and it was with a sigh of relief that they parted ways every night. Could she really do another?
“Aubrey, I promise you won’t regret it,” Brad said. “I mean, you haven’t regretted anything we’ve done so far, right?”
Aubrey sighed. “No. No, I haven’t.”
“Then it’s settled,” Ethan clasped his hands together. “Plane leaves tomorrow morning.”
The flight to New York was a relatively short one. Aubrey was glad for the overhead instructions to turn off her phone, as her sister hadn’t stopped texting her as to why exactly Aubrey had been invited to “The coolest city in the world.” Aubrey didn’t feel like dealing with that kind of drama while she was already trying to gather up her nerves to fly – even if it was on a private jet.
They landed in the airport just a few hours later, and really, Aubrey shouldn’t have been surprised by the limo, but she couldn’t help her gasp as she followed Ethan inside. It was just like the plane had been – spacious with a private mini bar.
During the drive, Ethan and Brad were nothing if not gentlemen. They offered her drinks, made numerous toasts to her adventurous spirit, and – once they arrived – held open doors if someone hadn’t already rushed to get it for them. Aubrey was starting to understand how the two Billionaire Best Friends had become accustomed to such an expected life of luxury.
The rumored apartment they shared turned out to be a top-floor penthouse, and it wasn’t even their only one. “This one is a secret,” Ethan shared. “It’s the one we use to host parties and the like. Otherwise, Brad and I both already have our own personal apartments.”
For a secret penthouse, it was certainly stuffed with the finest furniture and appliances. Brad gave her a tour while Ethan made a few phone calls, and Aubrey laughed when she realized they’d stuck her in the guest roo
m wedged between theirs.
It wasn’t until the next day that she learned ‘shopping’ meant having a master seamstress make a house call for her measurements. From there, she was asked to look through multiple catalogues of custom dresses and suits. Regardless of how many Ethan and Brad were trying to make her get, she knew she just needed one for the party, so she chose a nice emerald floor-length gown. The seamstress approved.
The party itself didn’t take place until Friday, the fifth night she’d be staying with them. As much as she’d assumed the two ran everything, it turned out the party would be held at a famous club by a CEO rather than the Billionaire Best Friends at their penthouse.
“Tomas Hunt? You’ve really never heard of him? Well, that’s okay. We both got plus ones, so we knew one of us definitely had to bring you.”
“Elizabeth Smith is my date,” Ethan offered. “She’s a paralegal from work.”
“Barely goes out, she’s so focused on work,” Brad nodded. “I’m sure she just about died when Ethan asked her.”
The party didn’t start until nine, but Ethan and Brad wanted to be there by eight o’clock sharp.
“It’s the time to mingle,” Ethan explained. “Fashionably late ended when the ball dropped in 1999. Now, one can never be too early.”
“Though we still like to keep it to one hour, if we can,” Brad agreed.
They took the limo again. When Aubrey came out in her dress, Brad audibly gasped while Ethan smirked and raised a glass to her. On the ride over, though, the boys could tell she was nervous. They tried to encourage her to drink, but the last thing she wanted was to get drunk and embarrass them around their people. No, she’d leave the drinking for later, thanks.
A valet was stationed at the doors, but their driver simply left with the instructions to be on call until midnight. After that, the boys both agreed they’d better be too drunk to care about taking a taxi home if they missed the time.
Ethan told them to go on at the door that he was waiting for Elizabeth. A man asked them for invitations just a few feet in, and Aubrey could tell Brad was both surprised and insulted to actually be asked. Once the man stopped looking at Aubrey, though, he realized he recognized Brad and awkwardly ushered them both inside.
“We haven’t even gotten inside and they already can’t take their eyes off you,” Brad winked. Aubrey blushed.
If Aubrey was honest with herself, she already knew this “grand party” would be something she never expected – could never imagine. But it still didn’t stop her from freezing in the entrance once they ascended the staircase, eyes wide as she took it all in.
A live orchestra was playing in the back, framed against a giant wall of a window that looked out over all of Manhattan. The skyscrapers glinted in the distance against the sunset, making the buildings appear gold and silver in the vanishing light. Numerous people, all dressed to the nines in their regal gowns and suits, were dancing the same step to the music.
“Well?” Brad asked, “Didn’t I say this was worth it?”
He pulled Aubrey out on the dance floor, whisking her around in a similar dance to the crowd. Every time Aubrey tried to follow it, Brad mixed her up, leading her this way and that. “Stop sweating the details,” he finally whispered when she tried a third time. “Just follow my lead.”
Ethan joined them some time later with a petite redhead on his arm who seemed anything but relaxed. “Elizabeth,” Ethan introduced them, “This is Aubrey.” They shook hands, and it wasn’t long after that Ethan led her away.
“He’s trying to set her up with a guy from our firm,” Brad admitted. “He’s going to make introductions now. See? That’s him, over there. Alexander Tully.”
Aubrey tried to look, but then Brad was leading her out to dance again, and she found that she really didn’t care who this Tully was. She was having fun just knowing Brad and Ethan.
By midnight, Ethan had barely placed the call to the driver in time. Realistically, Aubrey was sure they could’ve called him at one in the morning and still gotten a ride, but it seemed the men’s considerate behavior didn’t stop with her.
They practically fell into the penthouse – Ethan, with his tie undone; Brad, with his shirt unbuttoned and his shoes unlaced; and Aubrey, with her hair a mess and her bare feet wondering just where her shoes had gone.
Once inside, Brad finally kicked off his shoes and grabbed Aubrey once more, twirling her into the living room where she knocked into the couch and fell backwards onto it, laughing. Brad collapsed on top of her outstretched legs and joined in, his wheezing chuckle a compliment to her high giggles.
When she finally wiggled out from underneath him, she fell against his side, clinging to his shoulder for breath. Brad himself let out a final huff of laughter, and fell back against the couch cushions. Glancing down at her, he sighed, and kissed her forehead. Aubrey sat up a little, and kissed him on the lips.
That was all it took for Brad to cup her face and kiss her properly, all tongue and no teeth. Aubrey moaned, and reached up to grab a handful of his slicked back hair. It felt wet in her hands, but she held on and twisted it around her fingers. Brad growled, and pushed forward, deepening the kiss.
Suddenly, Aubrey felt hands on her shoulders, and she realized Ethan was sitting behind her on the oversized armrest, his legs open around her waist. He was giving her a massage, working out the small bits of stress still in her muscles, and kissed her neck.
“You were so impressive,” he told her. “A vision.” he gently bit into her shoulder and immediately started licking it. “Everyone wanted to know who you were, or where you were from.”
Brad broke away for a moment to whisper, “The angel in green, someone called you,” against her lips.
“Our angel in green,” Ethan mumbled, and he moved his hands over her shoulders to dip into her dress, taking his massage elsewhere. Aubrey bit Brad’s lips absently, darting her tongue in and around his mouth. Ethan used his position to his advantage and unzipped her dress from the back, squeezing her breasts with renewed interest as the expensive fabric fell away to reveal them.
“Aubrey,” Ethan said, and he tugged on her chin to turn her his way. Brad relented and broke the kiss, turning his attention to the ass Aubrey presented as she faced Ethan. The dress was pooling at her hips – her huge, beautiful hips. Brad gripped her love handles and pressed his face up against her neck, just imagining. Reliving all the things he’d already done, and all the things he still wanted to do to her.
Ethan held her breast together, just feeling them there, and Aubrey moved to hold them up for him. His nostrils flared as he let them go and stared at her, presenting them to him. He undid his pants, pushing the cashmere out the way so he could move his cock out from under its confines. He was hard, precum already beginning to pool at the tip, and he leaned forward, pressing his dick in between her breasts.
It disappeared with the slightest pressure, and he moaned from the sight. Just the head was still visible, leaking onto her breasts. Aubrey and Ethan had done this before, so she started moving, picking her breasts up and down, and Ethan closed his eyes.
Brad had one hand holding up her dress, and the other fisting his dick, pleasuring himself to the sight of her. He’d called her ass a peach before, in jest, but looking at it now, he couldn’t think of a more perfect description. He bent forward, and bit her on the cheek, making her jump. She was so sensitive, so responsive – he loved it.
Ethan reached out a hand and cupped her chin, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip. He watched her, eyes half-lidded, and popped the thumb into her mouth. “Suck it,” he begged, his voice hoarse. Aubrey closed her eyes and imagined it was his dick, swirling it around with her tongue and sucking the tip as she moved her head slightly up and down.
Brad gently pushed Aubrey forward, silently asking her to arch her back and get on her knees. She had to prop her elbows on Ethan’s lap, who smiled at the change, so she continued, hoping she wasn’t digging into his thighs as she moved.
Brad got on his stomach and slid under Aubrey, surprising her when he licked her opening. Ethan and Brad had eaten her out plenty of times before, but from underneath. She gasped as he suddenly darted his tongue inside, thumbing her clit at the same time.
Ethan removed his hand and said, “Lick it.” Aubrey could only guess he meant the tip of his dick, so she bent her head, all while keeping his dick nestled between her breasts as she moved them up and down. The precum was thick, but she ignored it, using it as lube as she properly got the head in her mouth and spun her tongue around it. Ethan gripped her hair and breathed heavily, calming himself. He didn’t want it to be over yet.
Brad scooted back out from under her, stepping out of his pants to better spread his legs and balance himself on his knees. He slowly brought his hands up to her ass, then quickly slapped them at the last minute, making them jiggle. Lining his dick up with her vagina, he entered her, not stopping until he was balls-deep in her slick warmth.
Aubrey let her eyes fall shut, her mouth going slack for a moment as she felt Brad. Ethan realized what was happening and lifted her face up to kiss her forehead. He smiled, and then batted her hands away, gripping her breasts himself. He sat like that, just squeezing them for a moment, before he turned them inward so her nipples were rubbing against his shaft. They were a rosy pink, blushing from all the excitement. Ethan kept them there, and started moving them up and down again.
Brad rested against Aubrey’s back, going in and out of her at a pace so quick he was making her rock on her knees. He had an arm reaching over her stomach, his hand playing with her clit as he moved to reach his own climax. Ethan was moving her breasts with snaps of his arms, leaving Aubrey to stabilize herself by clutching onto his thighs.