The Billionaires: The Bosses

by Calista Fox

  Bayli studied Christian’s face as Rory fisted him again, just as Rory was about to enter her.

  The air was thick with sexual tension. With denial of what both men believed in, and the silent acceptance that they would do whatever Bayli asked of them. She was in control. Even as her body tightened and she wanted them both with a voracious appetite she’d never before imagined, let alone experienced, she understood that everything she didn’t know and wasn’t accustomed to didn’t matter in the slightest.

  They would give her whatever she wanted. Whatever she asked for.

  Rory thrust into her and Bayli cried out. Her fingernails dug into Christian’s chest as she held on to him while Rory fucked her. Hard.

  Rory’s hand clasped one of hers, using it to replace his on Christian’s cock. She squeezed tight. Christian groaned.

  Rory’s fingers took over between her legs with a heated, intense rhythm as he thrust wildly into her.

  Christian kissed her while Rory drove deep into her. Christian’s hands were on her breasts now, alternately caressing and toying with her nipples, pinching lightly and sending bolts of lightning to all her erogenous zones.

  Bayli was moments away from losing it. Rory kissed her neck as he hammered into her. She felt his cock swell. Knew he was damn close to exploding, too.

  Tearing her mouth from Christian’s, she said, “Make me come.”

  “Yes,” Christian ground out. “Fuck her harder, Rory.”

  He thrust into her and Bayli felt that disassociation from the tangible wash over her as she let go and gave in to the frenetic sensations seizing her.

  Her body tensed and then everything ignited and she screamed her pleasure.

  “Goddamn,” Rory rumbled from behind her. “Oh, Jesus, Bayli.”

  His cock pushed deeper and she felt the surging and the erupting and it kept her coming. She clutched him firmly with her inner muscles. He panted heavily.

  “Fuck,” Christian said on a low groan. “Bayli, don’t squeeze me so tight, sweetheart.”

  Rory was quick to pry her fist from Christian’s shaft. “Don’t make him come just yet,” he said. “Let him fuck you.”

  Rory pulled out of her and swiftly hoisted her up. Just as Christian lay back against the top of the credenza. Bayli straddled his lap as Christian rolled on a condom. Then he plunged into her and the frenzy of sensation started all over again.

  Only this time, Rory was poised behind them and he cupped her ass, then nipped at the cheeks.

  She was trying to fall into a rhythm with Christian and getting sidetracked by Rory. It was a little chaotic yet so damn thrilling. Christian palmed her breasts and massaged. Rory held her hips and made them gyrate against Christian’s pelvis as he fucked her. It turned into another melee of erotic feelings coursing through her.

  “This is almost perfect,” Rory said.

  Propping herself up on Christian’s wide chest with her forearms, she watched Rory round the credenza and whip off the lid of the ice bucket. One corner of his mouth lifted.

  He held up a crystal-clear square cube with a hole in the center and said, “Cocktail ice.” Then he snatched a crescent-shaped cube from the small pocket separated by a divider and his grin turned downright sinful. “And then there’s ice for more practical purposes.”

  Bayli had no idea what he meant. Until Rory inched closer to her and rubbed the cube against one of her nipples, then the other. The ice instantly started to melt against her heated flesh. And her nipples beaded tight.

  “Rory,” she ground out as the fever burned within her.

  He rounded the credenza. She glanced down at Christian, whose eyes were a stunning, glittery blue.

  “You know what he’s up to, don’t you?” she asked.

  “Not this time.” And he used a hand on the small of her back to press her more firmly against him as he plunged deeper into her.

  “Oh, God, Christian.” His cock slid smoothly along her slick walls and she was just about to tune out everything but him. Until Rory’s hands were on her ass again and he spread her cheeks.

  She felt the edge of the ice cube along her cleft and knew the cube was in his mouth. She gasped.

  Christian’s strong features darkened. “Oh, fuck.”

  He must have felt the cool rush of liquid as the ice melted against her skin and dripped onto him, because Christian’s ass clenched, his hips lifted, and he pistoned rapidly into her.

  Bayli couldn’t catch her breath, let alone process Rory’s next move. She felt the tip of the crescent rim her anus. Then penetrate. Ever so slightly. Ever so slowly.

  “Oh, God.” The ice inched in farther. She felt Rory’s lips against her skin. Then suddenly— “Oh, my God!” The cube literally popped into her. More like there was a suctioning action within her that drew it in. Either way, it filled her with a crisp sensation surrounded by her body heat and it felt … so fucking fantastic.

  Her forehead dropped to Christian’s chest. His grip on her hips tightened. Rory’s hands pushed her cheeks together, holding in the cube. Not that it was going anywhere, because Bayli clenched it and felt the deliciously chilly burst along with the corresponding tantalizing trickle down the inside of her leg.

  “I’m going to come,” she said on a ragged breath. “I’m going to come so damn hard.”

  “Yes,” Rory all but growled from behind her.

  Her palms pressed to Christian’s pecs, her spine arched. Christian thrust up into her as Rory’s teeth nipped at her ass.

  “Fuck!” she cried. “Christian.” She was on the precipice and nothing could stop her from falling. But she still needed more. Her fingertips curled. She tried to straighten them.

  “It’s okay,” Christian said. “Do it. Whatever you want, whatever you need.”

  Her fingers dug in. He fucked her harder, apparently feeding off her arousal. She wanted to hold on to the searing intensity consuming her, but it was all too overwhelming, too exhilarating.

  “Oh, God,” she said on a broken breath. All of the sensations collided and burst wide open, and Bayli screamed even louder this time.

  “Yes,” Christian growled as she milked his cock. “Fuck, yes.” A heartbeat later he exploded inside her, keeping Bayli’s body quaking and every inch of her sizzling.

  “Now that was hot,” Rory said.

  Bayli collapsed against Christian’s chest and he stroked her spine while she tried to return to herself.

  Wondering if that would ever happen.

  Because she was no longer the Bayli Styles she used to be …

  SIXTEEN

  Rory eased her off of Christian sometime later. Bayli had no idea how many minutes had ticked by—dozens?—while she’d clung to Christian and he’d kept up his sensual, languid sweeping of his fingers up and down her spine. Tremors still ran through her. Her pussy throbbed from being filled and stretched, and perhaps because Bayli still yearned for more from these men.

  But she was spent. Couldn’t even open her eyes as Rory maneuvered her into his arms. She snuggled against him, her face buried in the crook of his neck. He carried her upstairs and presumably into Christian’s bedroom, because he slipped her between crisp, cool sheets. He climbed in next to her. She surmised he’d removed his condom and tidied up while she’d been huddled on top of Christian.

  Now her body curled into Rory’s as they lay on their sides. Christian joined them and he spooned her from behind. She twined her fingers with Christian’s and rested their hands against Rory’s chest.

  “Are you all right?” Christian murmured.

  “Never better.” Her voice was weak, raspy from screaming in sheer ecstasy.

  Rory’s hand was on her hip and his thumb absently grazed her still-sensitive flesh, keeping her charged. He said, “You did extremely well for a first-timer.”

  She grimaced. “You’re trying to bait me and it’s not going to work. I am literally Zenned out. Completely boneless and mindless. It is absolutely fantastic. The most incredible feeling in
the world.”

  “Well, not the most incredible feeling,” Rory grumbled. “Right?”

  Bayli barely had the energy to laugh. It came out a wisp of air. “Of course not. Winning the lottery would be the most incredible feeling in the world.”

  Christian snickered. “Now who’s baiting whom?”

  “He started it.”

  “And you just can’t resist prodding.”

  “You do recall what he did to me downstairs, yes?”

  “Hmm, yes. That.”

  “How’s your ass?” Rory asked in a playful tone.

  “Ha-ha,” she muttered. Then smiled. “Actually, it’s really a very interesting sensation. Like there’s a fresh, cool breeze trilling through me.”

  “Ah, the gift that keeps on giving.” Rory chuckled. She felt the low rumbling straight to her core.

  “You really shouldn’t have done that without my permission.”

  “But you enjoyed it. And what about what you did without my permission?”

  “Your hand on Christian’s cock?” She moaned. Her eyelids fluttered open. “That was damn hot.” She twisted slightly so she could look at Christian over her shoulder. “So unbelievably hot. I could come just by watching you two.” She kissed him.

  His lips tangled with hers for a few moments. Then he whispered against them, “Don’t get any ideas.”

  “Too late.”

  She turned back to Rory. Kissed him as well. Asked, “What’s the big deal, anyway? It’s impossible to keep your bodies from touching when you’re with one woman.”

  “Totally different,” Rory adamantly said. “Yeah, body parts are going to bump and rub from time to time, but it’s not something blatant or intentional.”

  Christian added, “It’s not something that registers as direct contact; it’s just part of the overall experience.”

  “But it enhances the overall experience, right?” she asked.

  “Don’t confuse it as something we’re interested in,” Rory was quick to say.

  “Hmm. All well and good, I guess. It’s not like I’d want to share either of you, even if it was with each other.”

  “The primary focus is supposed to be you,” Christian pointed out.

  “How can I complain about that?” She yawned. Snuggled a little closer to Rory, with her head under his chin. Christian’s chiseled chest was pressed to her back, his entire body melding to her, really. It was beautiful to be surrounded by their heat and muscles, wrapped in their embrace. As her lids dipped, she quietly asked, “Is it always like this with the women you share?”

  Neither of her lovers responded. Endless moments stretched out in the ensuing silence. Bayli was about to nod off when both men said just one significant, powerful word, almost simultaneously.

  “No.”

  * * *

  Her hand was on his cock as sleep ebbed and realization dawned on Christian. Her tongue swept over his chest and she licked his nipples. All the while, she stroked his erect shaft with a firm grip.

  They’d shifted in the middle of the night, Bayli curling into him while Rory spooned her. Christian had yet to open an eye, but he knew Rory was still in bed with them. And was fingering her pussy while her leg tangled with Christian’s and her clit and slick folds rubbed against his thigh. Her little pants of air blew across his skin, stimulating him further. Everything about her excited him, including the fact that Rory was so taken with her.

  The tip of Bayli’s tongue flickered over a pebbled bead and Christian groaned. “That’ll get you into lots of trouble.”

  “Oh, yay,” she murmured. “You’re awake.”

  “Or having a stellar dream.”

  “It’s no dream.”

  “Wonderful. And so happy to know Rory’s able to keep his hands off me after he’s sampled the goods.”

  “Asshole,” Rory retorted.

  “Ah, come on,” Christian goaded, his voice a bit strained as Bayli picked up the pace, stroking him with just the right amount of pressure. “You wish you had a cock as big as mine.”

  “Boys,” she chided. “I’m trying to get Christian off here.”

  She moved down his body and took him deep in her mouth. Sucked him hard. So fucking hard. He let out a low growl. Got lost in the moment until he heard Rory rummage in the nightstand drawer, since he knew where Christian’s condom stashes were located.

  Then Rory told Bayli, “Come up on your knees, honey.”

  A few seconds later she released Christian’s dick to draw in a breath of air as Rory entered her. Then she returned to her task, expertly teasing Christian with her tongue, her lips. Her fingers massaging and gently tugging on his sac.

  “Yes,” he said. “That’s so fucking good. You have one seriously wicked mouth, Miss Styles.”

  Naturally, she didn’t bother replying. Except to suck him fervently, making his pulse jump.

  He could feel the jarring in her body as Rory moved forcefully inside her. Christian finally opened his eyes and watched while she took him deep again. His hips jerked as he fucked her mouth. Then his gaze panned to get the full effect of Rory buried in her pussy, his hips bucking, his muscles pulling taut as he worked her good, his fingers on her clit.

  Christian used one hand to brush away strands of hair from her face. The other palmed her breast, then rolled her taut nipple between his finger and thumb. But he wanted to help Rory really send her soaring. So Christian reached for the nightstand on his side of the bed and whipped open the door. Fumbled around for the lube. He squirted some on his middle finger and then rimmed her anus.

  “Do it,” Rory demanded. “It’ll make me even harder and she’ll come with both of us.”

  Obviously, Bayli knew what he was up to—and didn’t stop him.

  Christian very carefully penetrated the small hole with just the tip of his finger. Bayli’s head popped up again and she let out an erotic cry.

  “Yes,” Rory ground out as she apparently squeezed his cock.

  Christian pressed in a little farther and stroked slightly.

  “Oh, my God,” she whimpered. And then she put an incredible amount of effort into jerking Christian off, her fingers coiling with a steel grip. Christian drizzled some of the lube at the tip of his cock and her hand glided fiercely up and down his shaft. He went barreling toward orgasm as she pumped him and Rory fucked her.

  “Yes,” she murmured. “God, yes. Like that.”

  “Make her come, Rory.”

  “You’re both going to make me come,” she said. “Oh, Christ, it’s too much. But don’t you dare stop!”

  She was panting heavily, her chest heaving. They both plunged into her as Rory rubbed her clit and seconds later her hand contracted even more firmly around Christian’s cock and he felt the release build to the boiling point.

  “Come now, sweetheart,” Christian urged. “Come for us.”

  “Yes. Yes!”

  Her body tensed and then quaked violently as she cried once more.

  “Oh, goddamn!” Rory roared as he erupted.

  Christian crested the edge and told Bayli, “Suck my dick. Swallow my cum.”

  Her mouth closed around him as her body continued to shake, the orgasm still blazing through her. She sucked just as her fingers rolled his balls and Christian’s booming, “Hell, yes!” echoed in the quiet room as his pulse raged in his head.

  He hit a high he wasn’t quite sure he’d ever come down from.

  * * *

  Rory was in Christian’s gourmet kitchen grilling vegetables to load the omelets with when Bayli stole behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He wore nothing but his suit pants, zipped but not buttoned. She’d put on Christian’s dress shirt, but it was also unbuttoned. Rory loved the feel of her bare breasts and hard nipples against his skin.

  “You should be severely punished for encouraging Christian to do such naughty things to me.” Her warm lips grazed his shoulder blades, sending the blood to his cock.

  “You could have said no, honey.�
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  “Sure. But after the ice cube incident, I—”

  “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

  She bit him. And damn if that didn’t get him hard in a heartbeat.

  “Behave,” she lightly scolded. “Now, given that I have never imagined or fantasized it was possible to come as powerfully as I do with the two of you, I have no choice but to concede that the tricks you both have up your sleeves are worth allowing some experimentation on my part.”

  “Is that a roundabout way of saying you’re giving us carte blanche with your body?” He peered at her over his shoulder. “Because you were trying to confuse me there, babe. I could tell.”

  She smiled, all pretty and perky like. Fresh-faced and with her damp hair tumbling in waves down her back, she made Rory want to drag her off to bed again. His gaze lifted and he searched the open dining room/great room combo for Christian.

  Apparently knowing the direction in which Rory’s thoughts ran, Bayli informed him, “Christian’s on the phone about a scheduling conflict, it sounded like when I left him.”

  “Too bad. I was thinking another go at you was in order before breakfast.”

  “Not that I’d mind, believe me.” Her cheek rubbed against his back and she all but purred. “Unfortunately, I’m famished and I only have a little time before I have to get home, get dressed, and get to the library for my shift.”

  Rory frowned. “Honey, you don’t have to work at the library anymore. I happen to know what Christian and I are paying you, remember?” Tension suddenly gripped him. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about the show—”

  “Of course not! Oh, my God!” Her arms tightened around him. “God, no. Are you crazy? Opportunity of a lifetime. I am beyond excited.”

  Relief washed over him. “Okay, good. I just didn’t want anything that happened last night or this morning to—”

  “It’s not that at all, Rory. In fact, Christian and I had a conversation about this and the job being two very separate enterprises.”

  “Enterprises. Sounds like something he’d say.”

  “Yeah, I kind of rolled my eyes at the term as well. But he does have a point. And, Rory…”

  Her arms slipped away. He groaned in protest. Turned to her.