Their Courtesan: Billionaire Menage Romance

by Cynthia Dane

  “Shut up, Miguel,” Judith murmured upon his skin, Seth getting into position behind her. She closed her eyes. “It’s not all about you.”

  “No, it’s not.” He kissed her with the full power of his soul. “It’s about us.”

  She wanted to reply, but the words were knocked from her head as Seth gently entered her from behind.

  All she could do was smile and thank the stars that allowed these two men to not only come into her life, but to agree on this most fortuitous arrangement. They may joke that Judith was the grand winner here, but she hoped that all three of them could be happy from here on out.

  Aw, what a sweet thing to think while I’m getting double-pounded. Never let be said that she didn’t have a soft spot even during the hardest of moments.

  She also had to admit that this was definitely the best way to enjoy both of her men. Patrons. Boyfriends. Whatever.

  When they were like this, they stopped being flippant labels and became much, much more.

  Who loved her more? Who pleasured her the most? Who sounded the greatest in her ear, and who made her feel the most in love? It was those sorts of questions that both entered in her head and simultaneously didn’t matter. One moment she was with Miguel, content to feel his deep, unrelentingly thrusts drive into her while his mouth devoured one side of her throat. Then she was with Seth, whose skillful touch and kisses to the other side of her throat were so loving that she almost fell in love with him all over again.

  The best part? When she became fully aware of the both of them, welcoming them inside of her and grateful to know them like this.

  They caressed her. They fought to kiss her lips, separately and together. They worshipped the curve of her back and the round of her breasts. Hands pried apart her legs and pinned her to their laps. Teeth nipped her ears while breath warmed her skin. Growls, grunts, and feverish sounds of growing needs covered her body. One moment she leaned against Miguel’s broad chest, immersed in his scent and feeling his urges course beneath his skin. The next? Falling back into Seth’s embrace, as tender as it was unrelenting.

  Judith had discovered paradise. The moment she realized this, her body demanded she make the most of it.

  “Fuck me,” she moaned, head resting back on Seth’s shoulder. “Oh, fuck me!”

  Miguel responded to her first. No surprise, since the man still had yet to come and was probably so close to the edge that he was ready to succumb not once, but twice, so many times he became inhuman. Seth wasn’t far behind, however. The fact the two of them were able to find a rhythm with her spoke of their desire to work as a team. Two men who hadn’t known each other until they met her… and now they did this! For her!

  Seth thrust up into her ass whenever Miguel slid out of her. This alternating motion soon had Judith grabbing them both and announcing that she was going to come. She hoped they would be right there with her.

  “Come with me, please,” she muttered against Miguel’s chin. As if he felt ignored, Seth slammed deep into her tightening ass. She shrieked. “Holy shit!”

  “You want to feel me come in you?” Miguel couldn’t pull out of her if he wanted. Not with Seth so adamantly going at her other end. “How about him?”

  “I don’t fucking care!” She flung her arms around Miguel and rode them both, her poor body ready to unleash the last of its willpower. “I’m coming!”

  Her sob wasn’t of pain or regret. She wasn’t sure why she was sobbing while she had the greatest sex of her life, but her cries did not go unanswered. Miguel finally gave in, hands snapping around her hips as his cock swelled and released the first thick and warm wave of seed. His roar sent so many shudders down Judith’s spine that her ass clenched Seth deep inside of her. No escape for either one of them!

  The moment was so surreal that Judith seriously doubted it even happened. One moment she was minding her own business, enjoying her career and the relative simplicity she had cultivated over the years. Then she was in the middle of the hottest threesome the world could have given her. Not just sex and passion. Love. The absurdity!

  Then again, it seemed the only way it could be possible for someone like her.

  “I fucking love you.” Seth gave her one heavy kiss in the middle of her euphoric high and joined her, his body rising, rising until she felt nothing but absolute bliss.

  Everything was full.

  Everything was warm.

  Everything was right.

  Judith was the first to falter. Luckily, she had two men watching out for her even in the haze of their own pleasure. Gingerly she was lowered to the bed, Seth pulling out first followed by Miguel. However, neither left her side, and she was glad of it.

  “I love you too.” Breathless, Miguel stroked her cheek and tickled the back of her neck. “Te amo, siempre.”

  Judith’s eyes fluttered open, one hand on either of them. “Now say it in French.” She could barely hear herself.

  Miguel’s lips brushed against her ear. “Je t’aime, toujours.”

  She turned her attention to Seth, who was happy to have her lightly kiss him. “What about you?”

  “Did you forget that I said I loved you when I was balls deep in your ass? If that doesn’t count for something, I quit.”

  Judith laughed, pulling them both toward her and enjoying the sweetest taste of Heaven a girl could ask for.

  ONE MONTH LATER

  The Château didn’t often host private parties for the sole enjoyment of those who lived there. The most private things got was when everyone’s patrons were invited to a monthly banquet, but Judith’s patrons often chose to skip that in favor of doing other things… like absconding with her to Mexico or Europe for either one-on-one bonding or one of the raunchiest ménage a tois anyone had seen. (She figured most of Western Europe had seen a lot. Not that it stopped both Seth and Miguel from dragging her into a closet at Le Bourget.)

  But they made an exception for the party she threw the last weekend of Monica’s maternity leave. Up there in the mountains, the August weather wasn’t so bad. Cool, fresh mountain air mingled with a warm, shining sun, bringing forth plenty of greenery and cute critters flitting about. Most of the party was hosted on the grand balcony overlooking the backyard, although there were a few stragglers wandering inside and below in the hedge maze.

  “Look at you, mi reina del Castillo.” Miguel surprised Judith when she passed by, snatching her hand for a kiss. He had a glass of champagne in his other hand. “You’re the most important looking woman here, so you must be mine.”

  Anyone looking chuckled, but not in front of Judith. Her arrangement with her patrons was the stuff of legend now. Not just how much money they were paying a month, but how beneath the finances and other business transactions was the aura of them actually being in love. Judith didn’t often talk about it. She had a business to run in Monica’s absence.

  “Excuse me, Mr. Bolivar, but I need to make sure the other guests are well tended to.” She shirked his hands with a flirtatious grin. “If I may.”

  All it took was walking a few steps forward and letting her fingers touch the tip of Seth’s chin. Both men sat in lounge chairs facing one another on the balcony, engaged in conversation until Judith sashayed her derriere by them. Ever since they signed their contracts, Judith’s patrons had engaged in a friendly rivalry to vie for her affections. She never paid more attention to one over the other, but men were men, and if they weren’t goading each other until they cracked, they didn’t know how to function. Especially with that derriere on the line.

  “I know the greatest designers and tailors in Europe. Come to Italy with me next week after Monica gets back,” Miguel had said earlier.

  “I’m going to give you the greatest massage of your life. Bubble bath, the works.” Seth wasn’t about to be beaten by a foreigner. “After I’m done pleasuring you, I’m going to paint how beautiful you are.” He left out the part where he would probably send it to Miguel as a trophy. He would keep it in his Monegasque apartment
so his sister could see it every time she dropped by. Such a lovely woman, Dolores was!

  “You two are freaks,” Zack said from his seat next to Seth’s. He had no problem also staring down Judith’s ass as she walked away. He could never contain his jealousy. “Lucky, lucky freaks.” After Seth drunkenly told him about the mind-blowing threesomes, Zack had a change of heart regarding his best friend’s love life. Again, the jealousy.

  “We need to get you a girlfriend.” Seth found his champagne glass being filled by Chelsea – or was it Holly? – the moment it was empty again. “A serious one. No more philandering for you. Time to grow up.” He reached over and patted Zack on the knee. “If I can do polyamory, you can do monogamy.”

  “Why don’t we focus on getting our new friend some other friends first?” Zack lifted his glass to Miguel, who in turn lifted his as well. “Ever since he got here he’s been hanging out with us and your girlfriend. Shouldn’t he be expanding his social circles?”

  Miguel shrugged. There were other guests at the party, but he wasn’t in a hurry to introduce himself to the suits in slacks and the other women milling around. Sure, some of them were the girls’ friends from outside of the Château, but Miguel only had eyes for one woman these days. Now, if they were going to play matchmaker for Zack… “I socialize plenty back home. I see my time in America as an opportunity to kick back and relax, as you say.”

  “Never lose that accent, Mr. Bolivar,” the girl with the champagne bottle said. “It’s a treat to hear.”

  “Sorry, dear, my money’s reserved for your boss.”

  “Can’t blame a girl for trying…” She left, greeting a pair of men in dress shirts and trousers. They settled on the far end of the balcony and laughed about their latest game of tennis at the racquet club.

  “You hear that?” Miguel said. “She was trying to seduce me.”

  “Don’t flatter yourself. Look at him. Always flattering himself.”

  “It’s because you’re insecure and I like to make you even more insecure.”

  “I am not. I have nothing to be insecure about…” Seth stopped. “Now that I sound sorely insecure…”

  “What in the world is going on here?”

  Half the party stopped and turned to the hallway, where a confused Mrs. Warren stood with a party of servants carrying babies and baby bags. The music continued to play on the speakers, but lips were sealed.

  Both Seth and Miguel lifted their glasses. “Enjoying ourselves, Madame!”

  “Very much so.”

  Someone squealed and darted into the hallway, intercepting Matilda as she strolled by with an infant in her arms. Before Monica could say “Someone explain this to me right now” she had half a dozen estrogen-fueled ladies swarming her baby, cooing and making faces. Judith chose then to make her reappearance.

  “I’m making us some money.”

  “With your friends?”

  “They’re all paying. You think there’s gonna be a girl without at least two cocks in her before this party is over?”

  “We’re not talking about you, Judith.”

  “Sooooo what are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be back until Wednesday.”

  “Decided to come early. Now I know why my gut told me to.”

  “You seriously brought the baby?”

  “What? Like I was going to leave her for almost a week? What kind of mother do you think I am?”

  “The kind that brings her child to a pleasure house to learn the finer points of seduction and making love.”

  “Don’t be crass. She’ll be staying in my chambers until she’s weaned. She’ll hardly remember anything, unless you plan on having your orgies in my room.”

  “We will reach a point where it’s the only place we haven’t fucked around here.” Had someone told Monica about them commandeering Chelsea’s room the weekend before? It had been the most convenient place when hormones skyrocketed. Judith had half a mind to invite her friend to partake, but her patrons were way too involved with her to care about anyone else.

  Seth got up from his set and meandered to the gaggle of girls playing with the infant. “I’m calling her Abby,” said one woman. “Gail is cuter,” retorted another. Seth gazed at the baby, who hadn’t grown that much since she was falling into his hands straight from the mother’s womb. Since she had been a big newborn, that wasn’t a bad thing. “What’s her name?” he asked Mrs. Warren.

  Monica parted the people surrounding her baby and plucked her from Matilda’s grasp. “Abigail Rose.”

  “A lovely name. May I?”

  Monica protectively held her child before relenting to Seth. “Don’t see why not. You’re more qualified than any of them.” She referred to the young women now dispersing. So much for holding the baby when there was work to get back to.

  Seth took little Abigail. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Judith sitting with Miguel, as if he was going to protect her from Monica, who was still trying to get an explanation. After counting Abigail’s digits and asserting that the baby was, in fact, a normal human being, he handed her back to her mother. In time, too. One of the most unfortunate parts of having a baby was starting up. Loudly.

  “Thought you were supposed to be a baby doctor!” Miguel bellowed from the balcony. “At least now we know why you were forced to quit!” He looked to Judith after she playfully smacked him for being too mean.

  “You’re thinking of a pediatrician,” Seth said, once returned to his lounge chair. His eyes never left Judith’s beautiful form, bedecked in a bright red sundress. “I had nothing to do with them after they were a month old.”

  “Can you believe this guy?” Miguel asked Judith. “Making babies cry.”

  “You both make me cry.”

  “In nothing but pleasure, we hope.”

  “Judith!” Monica called. “Can I see you in my office, please?”

  ***

  Monica may have been halfway back to her original size, but she still walked around her office in ballerina flats and a second-trimester maternity dress. She gestured to a chair as soon as Judith entered. Holly was already in there, although she expressed a great interest in going back out to the party. “I’ve almost hooked this one potential client,” she said more than twice. “He’s so loaded I think I could break his bank.”

  While Monica settled back into her office – now furnished with a bassinet, albeit currently empty – she made Judith give a brief rundown of how things had been. Nothing that she hadn’t reported over the phone and emails from the past month. Business was always up this time of year, and Judith hadn’t botched anything. Except then she had to explain the origins of this party that Monica was never supposed to know about.

  “How are your patrons?” she asked, once she was done giving Judith the stink-eye. “Happy, I presume?”

  “Obstinate, bickering, uncontrollable.” Judith finally sat down. “Absolutely wonderful.”

  Holly snorted. “You can hear the three of them fucking at the worst hours. Sometimes a girl is trying to sleep, you know.”

  “Some of us are trying to make money,” Monica reminded her. “I understand that overnight clients have gone up 20% since they started coming around at the same time.”

  “Yes, well, what better ambiance is there than two studs pounding a woman’s pussy into oblivion?”

  “Is that what you call it? Ambiance?”

  Judith ignored her coworker.

  “Anyway, as soon as this party settles down for the evening, I want to get right back to work. First order of business is getting you,” she looked to Holly, “a patron. Time you certified your keep around here.”

  “Yay!”

  “What about the other thing?” Judith asked.

  They exchanged a heavy look. “If you really want to start remodeling a guest room and going through potential personnel files, be my guest. Let me know if you see someone suitable, and I’ll consider it.”

  That was code for “We’re hiring another
woman. Make it happen.”

  Once business was taken care of, Judith returned to her party, now in the throes of breaking up. Some were in the Entertainment Den. Others retreated to the Cigar Lounge. One man was already halfway into Grace by the time they stumbled off to her room. It was the makings of a swell evening at the Château, but Judith felt no inclination to make her usual rounds. Not when she knew exactly where she wanted to be.

  “I’m getting hungry,” she announced, perching on the edge of Seth’s lounge chair. Zack was thankfully gone. Was he the one halfway into Grace? “I haven’t had anything to eat in hours.”

  Seth wrapped his arm around her midsection and held her close, the both of them glancing at Miguel and his glass of champagne. “What are you hungry for, hm?”

  Ripples of desire tore across her skin. How was it that this man could turn her on with one sentence? “You know what I want, gentlemen. I’m hungry.”

  It wasn’t a question of if they could get to her room before they made a spectacle of themselves in front of everyone. It was a question of did they care to?

  (Yes, they did, but only because both Seth and Miguel were still too enamored with their love to dare show her off. Yet.)

  THE END

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