The Billionaires--A Lover's Triangle Novel

by Calista Fox

  “Your very tight, wet pussy.” His groin blazed. He recalled exactly how she felt surrounding him, holding him in a vise grip. Milking his cock until he came. “Christ, Jewel. I was trying to slow this down. But that’s impossible.” He had to have her. Now.

  “I want your mouth on me first,” she told him. “You are so, so good at making me come.”

  He reached the steps and carried her up them, snagging a rolled bath sheet from the supply stacked on a glass-topped end table. He snapped it open with the flick of his wrist and tossed the oversize towel haphazardly onto a double chaise longue chair.

  Rogen rested a knee on the thick sienna-colored cushion and guided Jewel down so she was sprawled on her back and he was positioned between her parted legs. He spread them farther with his hands on her inner thighs. His thumbs stroked her dewy folds and she sucked in a breath. Propped herself up on one elbow to watch him as his head dipped and his tongue fluttered over her clit, already swollen from her arousal.

  “Rogen,” she said on a lusty sigh. Her free hand slid along his shoulder before her fingers threaded through his hair. “It’s been forever and a day. Too fucking long to go without this.”

  He used the tip of his tongue to lightly, quickly flick the little bud. Butterfly wings against her clit, she used to say.

  His thumbs kept her pussy lips spread as he alternately flicked and suckled the pulsating pearl.

  Jewel’s shallow breath turned into erotic whimpers that drove him wild. He loved hearing her moan. Loved knowing he was getting her all worked up.

  His lips tugged on hers, making her gasp. Then he licked slowly. Circled his tongue around her clit, increasing the pressure, the pace.

  “Yes,” she muttered. “Sooo good.” Her hips rose and she pressed herself to his mouth, silently demanding more.

  His hands slipped under her and he cupped her ass. He returned to the lightning-quick flickers of his tongue against the knot of nerves, then suckled feverishly.

  “Rogen,” she panted. “You’re going to make me come.”

  He shifted a hand and eased a finger into her dripping pussy.

  A cry fell from her parted lips.

  He worked in a second finger and massaged her inner walls while his mouth pleasured her. Tremors ran through her body, the telltale sign of how close she was to climaxing.

  His tongue circled again, more aggressively. His fingers plunged deep, finding that special spot that he rubbed vigorously.

  “Oh, Christ,” she said. “Oh, God. That’s it, Rogen. Right fucking there!”

  Her hips jerked. Her hand at the back of his head held him to her.

  “Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, yes.”

  He drew her clit into his mouth.

  Her body tensed, held suspended for several seconds.

  “Oh!” She quaked with her release as she called out, “Rogen!”

  Her harsh breaths filled the quiet night. Her pussy clenched his fingers. Her hand kept his head to the apex of her legs, his mouth still on her.

  “Oh, God,” she gushed. “That was incredible.”

  “Fuck, I love listening to you come.”

  * * *

  Jewel’s grip on him loosened and she fell against the slightly angled lounger. She gazed at the stars overhead, not entirely convinced they were just celestial ones she saw. Rogen had made her come hard. So hard. And so damn fast.

  Lord, he was a master at bringing her to orgasm with his mouth.

  His fingers withdrew from her body and she shuddered with delight at how every tiny sensation registered in her mind, in her heart. She was ridiculously aware of him, hypersensitive to his touch and his wicked grin.

  Which he gave her, satisfaction lighting his gorgeous cerulean eyes.

  “You look quite pleased with yourself,” she told him as he dropped kisses over her stomach and up her ribs to her breasts.

  He teased the inner swells with his warm breath when he murmured, “I do enjoy getting you off.” He shifted slightly and his tongue swept over her puckered nipple. Her body jolted, the titillation shooting straight to her core.

  Taking her reaction as encouragement, his lips closed around the taut bead and he suckled it the way he had her clit.

  She wriggled beneath him, her pussy rubbing against his strong thigh. His erection pressed along her stomach.

  She clasped one rock-hard upper arm and a solid shoulder. She closed her eyes and let him take her to a beautiful place with his thumb whisking over one nipple and his tongue doing sinfully delicious things to the other one.

  “You could make me come again,” she said. “Just like this.”

  His hips rocked slightly so that his cock slid along her damp skin and his muscular leg stroked her slick folds.

  Jewel loved the foreplay, despite the incessant need she had to feel him inside her. She wanted another orgasm. Barreled toward it as Rogen diligently continued his stroking and suckling and whisking. They moved together, their breathing escalating, their bodies melding and writhing.

  Excitement trilled down her spine. The first of the tremors that raced through her.

  “Don’t stop,” she quietly commanded.

  “You’re making me half out of my mind, sweetheart,” he said against her flushed and tingling flesh. “Come again for me.”

  He kissed his way up her neck, to that erogenous zone below her ear that he apparently remembered made her lose all control. He pressed his tongue to it. Stroked. Then gently bit.

  “Oh, God.” The tremors intensified. Her leg twined with his, keeping him anchored, his thigh rubbing her clit, the slight bit of wet, silky hair on his skin adding a hint of friction, though mostly it was a feathery effect that aroused her deeply.

  His muscles bunched and Jewel reveled in all the hard angles of his body against her curves. He was chiseled to perfection. Magnificent.

  And Jewel was drowning in lust again.

  “Rogen,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering open, her gaze locking with his. “You feel amazing and you’re not even inside me yet.”

  “We fit together,” he said, his voice strained with his own desire. “We’ve always been this good together.”

  He moved with a quicker tempo and Jewel lost her breath as everything within her pulled taut and then released in a sensational orgasm that blazed through her.

  “Oh, fuck!” she cried out. “Rogen!”

  He shifted and his cock thrust into her while her pussy quavered and clenched.

  “Damn. Jewel. Oh, goddamn, you’re tight. So fucking tight.”

  Rogen filled her. Stretched her. And kept the climax burning.

  Her hips rose and she continued to squeeze him firmly, eliciting a low, sexy growl from him. His hand slipped around to her backside and then down to her thigh. He lifted her leg and slung it over his waist. Plunged deeper.

  She couldn’t catch her breath. He pumped in short, steady beats, the head of his cock massaging her G-spot, his shaft stroking her inner walls.

  “Like that,” she said on a sliver of air. “Oh, God. Rogen. Just like that.”

  He knew to grip her ass, tilt her hips, gradually pick up the tempo until she was clinging to him, inside and out, and panting heavily.

  “Yes,” she said. “Only you could do this to me. Right where I need to feel you the most.”

  Her hips rolled with his. Their bodies were melded together and Rogen was huge within her.

  Her last orgasm had barely dimmed when the next one swelled and taunted her. An exquisitely alluring sensation as he pumped heartily.

  Her moans of pleasure echoed around them. Heat and desire consumed her. She dug her nails into Rogen’s muscles, holding on as he took her right to the precipice.

  “I’m going to come again,” she said. “So hard. Oh, God, I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

  The sensations collided and erupted and she called out his name.

  Her pussy pulsated from the scorching orgasm and an electric current hummed beneath her skin, keepi
ng her charged, keeping her hungry for more.

  “Jewel.” He groaned. “You have no idea what you do to me. Christ. When you lose it for me…” He shook his head. “Nothing feels better than you.”

  He rolled onto his back, bringing her with him, their bodies still joined. Jewel straddled him, brimming from the thrills Rogen elicited.

  She flattened her palms against his sculpted chest as his hands on her hips guided her into a quick, sexy rhythm.

  “You are insanely beautiful,” he told her, emotion in his voice. “So beautiful. Riding me hard, all those blond waves tumbling down your back, your eyes glowing.” His hands shifted to her breasts and he caressed her with a hint of urgency and excitement. “Damn, Jewel. I should never have to go this long without being inside you.”

  Her heart skipped a few beats. “You’ve got all the right moves and all the right words, cowboy.”

  He sat up suddenly, his cock thick and throbbing in her pussy. His arms slid around her waist; hers circled his neck. They moved together, him thrusting smoothly, Jewel rocking her hips in time with each fluid pump that pushed him deeper, made her hotter. He drew one of her nipples into his mouth. Her head fell back on her shoulders and her eyelids drifted closed. She let out a low moan.

  The intense emotion he sparked along with all the carnal cravings coalesced into overwhelming feelings. There were no perfect answers to their situation. Only perfect moments they stole on occasion. Like this one.

  “I want to feel you come inside me,” she said as another orgasm bloomed.

  “Yes…” His tongue flitted over her nipple. One of his hands returned to her hip and he led her into a faster pace, pressing her downward so that she ground against his pelvis.

  Exhilaration shot through her. Her eyes opened. Her head dropped slightly forward.

  And her gaze landed on Vin.

  Her body jolted.

  He stood in the shadowy depths of the house. Watching Jewel as Rogen made love to her. As she was about to come.

  The roar of sensations couldn’t be quelled. Was amplified, in fact, as Vin held her gaze, his hands in his pockets once again, the expression on his face impossible to discern.

  Rogen was sending her to that pinnacle of desire, pushing breathy whimpers from low in her throat. Nothing could slow the speeding train. His mouth was on her breast; his cock was rigid and surging within her. His muscles and heat engulfed her.

  All the while, Vin maintained the eye contact, giving her another wicked thrill as thoughts of him naked and right there with them, kissing her as Rogen fucked her, her hand pumping Vin’s cock, filled her head.

  Jewel’s excitement escalated … and erupted.

  “Yes! Rogen!”

  “Oh, fuck,” Rogen said on a harsh breath. “Squeeze me tight, sweetheart. Oh, goddamn.”

  He exploded, and the liquid heat coursing through her kept her orgasm radiating. Kept the sharp sobs of release falling from her lips. Kept her body quaking.

  It was a perfect storm of erotic and elusive desires. A love triangle that would never be resolved—or wholly explored. But which now burned bright in her mind.

  Jewel’s eyes closed once more and she pressed her forehead to Rogen’s shoulder as she savored the climax and his hot seed inside her.

  She had no idea how long it took to return to herself. For her breathing to slow. For Rogen’s to reach some semblance of normalcy, too.

  Eventually, her lids lifted and her head came up. She stared into the empty great room of Rogen’s house.

  Vin was gone.

  FIVE

  Rogen collapsed against the slanted chaise longue, once again bringing Jewel with him.

  “Christ, you are something else,” he told her. “It’s never better than with you. Fuck. You feel incredible.”

  Jewel snuggled close, her breasts pressed to his chest. His arms were around her and he was still nestled in her pussy. A gentle breeze ruffled her nearly dried hair, the previously straight, sleek strands now holding a natural curl.

  She left feathery kisses along his neck and said, “It was always so easy between us. Even our first time. You were so gentle, so caring. So romantic.”

  “I wouldn’t intentionally hurt you, Jewel. Not for any reason. Some things were just beyond our control when we were growing up.”

  “And now?” she asked.

  Rogen wasn’t sure what she was getting at but felt compelled to say, “If you think it’d be simple for either of us to walk away again, you’re wrong.”

  She was quiet a moment, then said, “I wasn’t really looking to rock the boat tonight, Rogen. I didn’t come here to hook up with you.” Her head rose. “You’re just that irresistible.”

  He grinned. “So stay the night and let me make you come a half-dozen more times.”

  She stared into his eyes and Rogen felt myriad emotions. He wanted her again. Wanted her in his arms when he fell asleep. Wanted her to still be there when he woke in the morning.

  But she wiggled out of his embrace and slipped from the lounger. She used one of the towels to tidy herself and then tossed it in the rattan linen basket.

  She stood with her back to him, her skin golden in the moonlight.

  He didn’t have to see the look on her face to know how conflicted she was. He felt it himself, to the depths of his soul. Watched with a heavy heart as she crossed the patio to their discarded clothes and pulled on her thong. Stepped into her dress and secured it at the shoulder. Put her heeled sandals on.

  She collected her purse and retrieved her cell. Phoned her driver to meet her at the house up the hill from the mansion.

  Disappointment snaked through Rogen. Coiled low in his gut.

  Apparently, it was simple for her to walk away.

  “You really have to leave so soon?” he asked as he hauled himself up and wrapped a towel around his waist.

  She turned to him. Gave a faint smile. “We’d only make it harder on ourselves if I stayed any longer.”

  “Am I supposed to pretend this didn’t happen?” Damn the torment in his voice.

  Jewel gave a slight shake of her head. “No. And you know I could never pretend it didn’t happen, either. I just don’t know what it means. What to do about it.” She sighed. “I’m having a very bizarre evening.”

  “Yeah, I get that.”

  “I would stay,” she confessed, “but I want to speak with my parents first thing tomorrow morning. I haven’t seen them in a couple of weeks. Mother’s visits to the apartment Daddy keeps in the city have become less frequent, since her volunteering efforts now transcend counties and keep her busier than ever.”

  “When are you going back to San Fran?”

  “Sunday night.”

  “Then meet me at Bristol’s before that. Three o’clock.”

  She hedged, her teeth clamping down on her plump, tempting bottom lip.

  He crossed his arms over his chest. “Three o’clock,” he reiterated. Not taking no for an answer.

  Jewel nodded. “All right. I’ll be there.”

  Rogen unfolded his arms and stalked toward her. He brushed his fingers over her cheek and she trembled at his touch. Her eyes shimmered with the hint of tears.

  His head lowered and he kissed her tenderly, lips tangling, no tongue. Then he pulled away ever so slightly. She moved with him, wanting more.

  Rogen bit back a triumphant grin. Instead, he kissed her more fervently. Which she responded to, twining her arms around his neck. Sealing her body to his.

  It seemed she couldn’t get enough of him any more than he could of her.

  But, inevitably, she broke the kiss. She said, “I really do have to go.”

  He let out a low growl of frustration. “What’s the rush, Cinderella?”

  Her thumb swept over his furrowed brow. “Not so much Cinderella. More Juliet, don’t you think?”

  “I refuse to believe we’re meant to end in tragedy,” he adamantly told her.

  Jewel stepped away. “We already have. Multi
ple times.”

  She left. While he stewed.

  * * *

  In her bedroom at the estate, Jewel fought the urge to drag out photo albums and yearbooks to reminisce about her teenage years with Rogen and Vin. Nostalgia was a real bitch. It could comfort her at times, shred her at others. She feared the latter this evening. So she showered, checked her e-mails, and called it a night.

  Unfortunately, thoughts of Rogen making love to her wouldn’t leave her mind. Nor would Vin’s piercing green eyes. It had excited her to discover him standing in the shadows, staring at her. It hadn’t really shocked her to realize she’d desperately wanted Vin kissing her in his passionate, fiery way while she came.

  But that was just the wildest damn idea! Even if some of those hush-hush comments about the two men having a knack and a proclivity for making love to a woman together were true, there was no way in hell it could ever come about with this particular trio.

  They might be fated, but in a very disastrous way, as she’d contended earlier. Rogen’s tattoo said it all.

  She thought of how his calls and e-mails had become less frequent as he’d prepped for Yale. All the schoolwork, the community service and volunteering, the clubs and sports. And then his parents deciding to vacation elsewhere during his breaks so that Rogen was rarely ever in River Cross.

  Jewel had missed him like crazy. Had been so grateful she’d had Vin to help fill the void.

  One Saturday, a month or so after Vin had turned eighteen, ahead of her, the two of them had gone fishing riverside. Then they’d sprawled on a blanket and Vin had read while Jewel had e-mailed with Bayli and Scarlet on their BlackBerries. Her head had rested on Vin’s hard stomach as she’d lain perpendicular to him, soaking up the sun in shorts and a tank top.

  Bayli had been in the midst of a meltdown because she and her boyfriend had finally decided to make love—and were desperate for advice. Prompting Jewel to ask Vin, “What kind of condoms do you use?”

  “Where the hell did that come from?” he’d retorted, not bothering to set aside War and Peace.

  “Bay’s wigging at present. She and Jonathan are actually planning out a whole shred the V-card event, right down to the time they arrive at the hotel he’s booked, have a glass of smuggled wine, and then … do it. Like, no spontaneity whatsoever.”