Billionaire Menage

by Jenny Jeans

  Nick curled his muscular body along her back and pressed her into Alex's solid frame in front. Front to front . . . back to front, while Alex mounded her breast into plump piles, ardently kissing and sucking on them. Her head fell back further, with intense pleasure, and Nick began nibbling on her lips, running his tongue along the seam of her mouth.

  "Open for me, baby," he breathed, then his tongue penetrated her willing mouth and he imitated the movements of his hard erection stroking through the crease of her bottom.

  She moaned around Nick's hot, prodding tongue.

  Alex painted his tongue around the swollen kernel of Clare's nipple, licking the fat berry to tautness, until it thrust avidly into his mouth. His mind was too dazed with sensual tension to follow any more details than the feast of large breasts before him. Part of his mind mused that a man could go entirely too long without the sexual pleasures of a woman's flesh, as his cock extended in length, curving nearly to his belly button and sliding like a snake engaged on a lustful journey through hot satin curls.

  The blunt and sensitive head of his cock could feel the tender invitation of Clare's pussy lips, slick, and oh so hot, as they clung to the length of his shaft. He slid his throbbing shaft up and down through her pussy lips, dripping dew and unfolding the juicy slit like a blossom, while they sucked at the head of his shaft.

  His stroking drove Clare into more frantic motions against him. He loved the way her body could contort in enticing ways, allowing him to suckle on her breasts, while his hard shaft rocked up and down through her feminine pussy lips. His uncontrollable thoughts, and the erotic sensations, were guiding him toward the ultimate peak, driving his body to increase his efforts. He thrust harder, nearing the summit of an explosion, just as he heard a strident voice.

  "Move your knee, Alex. My spot."

  Alex's head jerked up, releasing the thrusting jut of Clare's nipple. He tried to catch Nick's gaze, as they all continued to rock in hot and frantic bobbing motions. "And how do you know that is your spot?" he uttered.

  "Ah God," Nick exclaimed, with an abrupt groan. "Because, I need ... God, Alex ... now!" Nick's entire body shuddered violently.

  "Point taken!" Alex exclaimed, moaning several heartfelt, "Jesus'," before he groaned. Alex tensed, straining against Clare as his seed pumped free.

  Moments later, Nick blissfully spent, rolled partially onto his back, while just as euphorically spent Alex plopped onto his back. Leaving limp-limbed Clare between them with her head on Alex's chest and her knees tangled with Nick's legs.

  Chapter Four

  Alex looked down at Clare's lovely face, and he heard Nick murmur, "Kiss her, Alex."

  Alex didn't hesitate; his mind and body were more than ready. He brushed his lips against Clare's, catching the sultry promise of her bottom lip, sucking gently, deepening his kiss before he retreated moments later. Then he watched Nick tilting Clare's chin with his knuckles, while lowering his head to slowly kiss her lips next. He was so close to them he could hear the catching sigh in Clare's throat and feel her fluttering heartbeat, where her firm breasts pressed against his chest. When Nick lifted his lips from Clare's mouth, Alex saw that the color of her irises were nearly ebony.

  They made no plans . . . there could be none for such a thing. Yet they came together like three separate pieces, fitting together to make a whole.

  "Oh, Alex!" Clare cried passionately as she pushed her hips forward.

  "Alex, you found that spot," Nick murmured huskily as he smiled into the strands of Clare's silken hair, caught in the bristles of his unshaven chin. Her breasts were firm, large-shaped globes, swaying erotically in the palms of his bigger hands. He rolled the taut pearls of her aroused nipples with his forefinger and thumb. Then he plucked them, arching her body in response.

  He pulled her shoulders back further, cradling her slender back along his chest as he lowered his head to nip one of the quivering tips into his mouth. He rolled the round protrusion around on his tongue making Clare whimper. Glancing down, he had a clear view of Alex's tan fingers massaging between the lips of Clare's flushed little pussy.

  Alex agreed with Nick's assessment because he'd rubbed playfully many places within the delicate coral-lipped folds of Clare's sex, but this seemed to be the spot. He could even feel a hot pulse beat as he used his forefinger to rub on the flange of tender, beaded flesh that was exciting her.

  "Oh! Oh!" Clare cried.

  It was incredible! Alex glanced at Nick, and then back down to Clare's flushed face. Her eyes were clenched and her lips, which were swollen and flush from their kisses, were parted a dark passionate pink, while her gasps of pleasure kept coming faster and faster. "Alex, Nick! Oh! Oh!"

  "Thrust your finger inside of her, Alex," Nick ordered him.

  Clare passionately bucked her hips, but Nick held her in place as Alex mated her with his finger. Each thrust brought Clare's hips arched upward to meet Alex's plunge.

  Nick growled hotly, "Two fingers, Alex." Then he caught Clare's panting lips with a heated kiss, sucking her tongue inside his mouth, absorbing each panting breath puffing out of her.

  Completely transported, Alex lifted Clare's slender legs over his muscled forearms, gaining sterling access to an erotic view of her tender cleft spread, wanting, and wet. She was lost to the throes of passion, spreading herself wider as his fingers dipped deeper inside her hot, tight sheath. Soon her small heels were clamped onto his shoulders muscles.

  He looked up at Nick with passion-glazed eyes, barely able to realize that Nick was gazing at him just as fiercely.

  "Take her over the edge, Alex," Nick uttered through gritted teeth.

  Alex could tell from the sound of Nick's voice and the look on his face that Nick would soon reach a similar edge. Just barely acknowledging Nick with a flick of his eyelids Alex circled his fingers faster in Clare's hot, quivering pussy as he thrust another finger inside her, hard and deep.

  Clare cried ardently as she tumbled over the precipice. Tumultuous sensations burst through her body, engulfing her and taking her to a place she'd never known existed. She couldn't think as her body continued to pulsate with intense sensations rippling deep into her core. Then gradually they left ... slowly receding, leaving a feeling so exciting ... so exquisite, it left her breathless and quaking.

  "You're so very beautiful," Nick murmured as he kissed her lips.

  Clare's eyes remained closed, but she heard Alex murmur, "So lovely, sweetheart."

  Alex kissed her too and she opened her eyes to look at the two beautiful men who made wondrous love to her. With both men gazing at her, she suddenly realized how wild and abandoned they'd been. But they'd had no intercourse as if they needed her permission in these amazing circumstances.

  "Sleep," Nick urged her. "We will try to get out in the morning.

  Chapter Five

  The next morning when she woke both Nick and Alex were gone from the tent and she wondered if she'd dreamed it all. But her body told her it had happened.

  "I want it to happen again," she murmured. Part of it had been a dream, part of it she'd felt drugged, but part of it she was fully in her senses, and that part had been so hot, so exciting. "Oh my God," she breathed.

  "Your clothes are dry beside you," Alex's voice called from outside the tent.

  "We need to get going and get you out of here," Nick said.

  Clare looked at the clothes lying next her wondering why they stayed outside the tent and didn't come in to give her kisses.

  When she dressed and exited the tent she found out why, it seemed they were both in survival mode. Very serious, looking at her as if she was a hard deal being negotiated in their empire. She didn't know what to think of it, but they gave her no time, they just started hauling her through the snow.

  She was getting angry that they didn't even acknowledge what happened last night. It was monumental — how could they act so cut off?

  "What was the address of that property you were decorating," Alex asked, as they clo
mped forward through the snow that was seeping through her, improper for hiking in snow boots, but killer cute.

  She told Alex the address, of course she'd hoped for a big commission so she'd had everything about the property memorized, and then she watched him typing it into his blackberry.

  "We are not going back there!" she exclaimed.

  Nick's brown unreadable eyes looked over his shoulder back at her as he continued to tug her forward. "The helicopter crashed. We need to get your car to get off this mountain." Curt to the point, nothing extra.

  She looked to Alex and his green eyes were troubled. "If that creep guy isn't gone we will deal with him," he said, and then he pointed to the right. "That way."

  She was upset they were going back to the pervert guys place, and maybe more upset the guys seemed to want to act as if they hadn't had a threesome to end all threesomes last night. Even without direct intercourse. Were they regretting it? It seemed so, no sweetheart's and baby this morning.

  The way they were acting she was embarrassed to bring it up, so she just slogged through the snow with them. Her hunky, but moody billionaires. They reached the multimillion dollar mountain mansion a couple hours later. Luckily, the evil dude was gone. Nick broke a window so they could get inside and she went to take her inadequate boots off and try to get her feet warm.

  She didn't know what the guys were doing ... looking for her car she hoped. But thirty minutes later, Alex appeared.

  "We got a copter for you and once you get back to Manhattan you can report your client for kidnapping and stolen vehicle."

  "A copter for m-me," she stuttered. Then she heard it.

  "Come on, Nick's waiting," he said grimly.

  Clare was beginning to think this was the biggest kiss off of all kiss offs and she threw on her, still wet boots, with tears in her eyes. The copter landed out back with snow whipping around as she ran with Alex towards it. It was weird for her to get into a copter, but it was Nick and Alex's favorite way to travel.

  Just before they reached a frowning Nick, Alex grabbed her into a hug. "Sorry, sweetheart."

  She was going to exclaim, "Why?" but then Nick had her, hugging her tight.

  She heard him barely over the turning blades, "Sorry, baby."

  "What?" she exclaimed, but Nick lifted her up into the copter, and when she expected them to follow, the door slammed shut and she watched them run back toward the mansion. Tears burned her eyes and she turned away from their horrible brush off.

  Thank god for Penny.

  Penny was Nick and Alex's executive secretary and surrogate mother, but a hot grandmother, for sixty plus years. Actually, the guys kept Penny in an easy job just so she could keep busy and they had mountains of secretaries to do the hard stuff. But Penny was outspoken and Penny was deep in the loop where Alex and Nick were concerned.

  So the phone call that came from Penny, two days later, after Clare's world changed forever was surprising and very informative. Clare still hadn't gone back to work yet, so when Penny called she was sitting on her couch, wearing the same Kitty Couture sweats she'd had on for two days.

  "They what?" Clare exclaimed. Because Penny had just told her the guys thought they took advantage of her.

  "You know Alex cannot keep much from me, honey" Penny said.

  "But they didn't drug me," Clare expelled, exasperated.

  "But you know they love you, honey," Penny replied. "And while I don't know the details of what went on up that mountain, just by the way they are acting now, I know it was significant."

  Significant was such a small word for what she felt happened, Clare thought, with just the beginning glimmers of hope — except being pissed off was eclipsing that hope.

  "Where the hell are they?" she demanded, and Penny being Penny, she told her.

  Chapter Six

  Clare decided to tackle Alex first. She went there pissed off, but with the conviction she wasn't giving up what they had started. She found him at his loft. She had a key and let herself in, stalking through the vast expensive space, to find him in the bedroom, packing some gear in a backpack.

  "I cannot believe you just pushed me off! Like I was a ... well a piece for the night," she declared, attacking Alex with words on sight.

  His green eyes snapped to her. "You were never that," he uttered.

  She tossed down her purse on his bed and took off her coat, while yelling back at him, "I was there, Alex. I knew what I was doing!"

  His eyes narrowed on her as he straightened. "You were drugged," he said tightly. "Hypothermia too," he added.

  "Sounds like Nick's assessment to me," she exclaimed. "And he was wrong!"

  Finally, Alex cracked with her name on his lips coming out like a plea. "Clare."

  He came to her and wrapped his arms urgently around her slender back as she burrowed into him with her arms tightly around his waist.

  "I want you and him!" Clare exclaimed, then they tumbled onto their sides, facing each other on the bed as he pulled her to him, searching out her lips and he began kissing her with desperation.

  Alex needed this. He needed it badly. He'd been destroyed they wouldn't be together. He couldn't think ... he did not want to think. All he wanted was the fresh scent of lilies and warm, soft woman around him. And oh, Clare was so soft and so warm, molding her generous curves eagerly to the hardline of his body. Their lips continued in a frenzy of heated kissing.

  With his lips still shaping hers beneath his, Alex rucked up the hem of Clare's dress baring her to the waist. Then he caught her lush buttocks into his hands and he rolled her beneath him.

  "Alex-Alex," she moaned.

  "Take your top down," he mumbled over her mouth, not wanting to let her lips go for a precious second. He lifted her buttocks, tearing her silk thong away, then unzipping and shoving down his pants, until they were cradled, bare cock to bare pussy. Alex felt Clare hastily wrestle her top open to his command, and then ... God! Her bosomy breasts smashed into the wall of his chest, rolling hot skin to hot skin, as the swollen buds of her excited nipples prodded the muscles of his chest like hot embers.

  "Sweetheart," he moaned, sweeping the cavern of her delicious mouth deeply with his tongue as he rubbed his chest back and forth across the firm mounds of her breasts.

  She mewled passionately, undulating her wetting slit against his rock-hard cock. He helped her ardent movements with his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass, while he rotated his hips, until the head of his cock was wet from her arousal, and he was rubbing over that spot that made her squeal.

  "Ohoh, Alex!" Her head fell back, separating their mouths.

  Instantly, he dove for her bared throat, sucking hotly on the curve of her neck, as he flexed his hips in short bursts so the head of his shaft rubbed friction deep into the lips of her sweet, puffy slit. Her knees drew upward as her heels clipped the back of his thighs and held, seating him firmly in the cradle of her hips.

  He rose, locking his elbows, as he arched his back and thrust his hips harder. The helmeted head of his cock burned with juicy friction through the lips of Clare's clinging sex. She rode his shaft, writhing beneath him as she clutched his tightly flexing biceps, scratching her fingernails into the muscle like a kitten scratching a post. Her slender white throat arched and her tawny hair spread wildly over his hands braced on either side of her head.

  "Sweet, hot little pussy," he moaned low and deep in his throat as he dipped his gaze to watch the ruddy head of his long curving penis sliding up and down through Clare's undulating pussy.

  "Oh, Alex-Alex," she moaned, ardently. "More-more, baby!" she panted.

  By God he'd give her more, Alex thought, and with the heady weight of male satisfaction, he nudged the head of his cock lower. Watching it slip beneath the brown curls of Clare's pubis and feeling it press into her tight entrance. The circular wetness surrendered under the pressure of his prod, until half of the head was inserted and disappeared from his view.

  "Sweet baby," he groaned tightly, through
his clenched teeth, as he felt the muscles on his back ripple, while his buttocks quivered. Then he pushed forward more.

  Clare cried out passionately, moaning as she arched beneath him, thrusting her breasts high. The overwhelming need to be planted deeply inside Clare drove him forward, until he was encased to the root of his cock as the hot inner muscles of her tight sheath convulsed in response.

  He began to rotate his hips, and Clare's small feet curled around the back of his thighs, to use as leverage to raise her hips upward to meet each of his thrusts. Then the dance of love began in earnest. He'd never felt anything as miraculous as Clare's sex accepting each of the plunges of his cock with tight heat. Each draw against his shaft built pleasure that surged higher and higher. It clenched his buttocks and tightened the muscles in his body to sweaty tautness.

  He felt Clare reaching with him as she arched up to meet each of his rapid prods. She clutched him, moaning higher notes, and he heard it in her careens of pleasure. She was rushing toward the pinnacle with him, and just looking down on her passion-ravaged face tossing her head back and forth, he nearly ejaculated.

  He grunted and squeezed to hold it back for his woman. She had to come with him! He rotated his hips, thrusting deep, and this new motion brought a cry of pleasure from Clare's panting mouth. He followed the sounds. Turning his hips, and then he felt her entire body clench as she arched backward. Yes! It was then Clare climaxed on a heady scream, contracting the walls of her vagina around him and bringing him home.

  "Oh, God! I love you," Alex belly-groaned as his seed pumped deeply inside Clare and he fell forward, catching his weight on his elbows. Clare panted beneath him and he squirmed a hand around to gently brush the damp hair away from her face. Her dark eyes melted into his as they looked at each other, while calming their heavy breathing. He was transcended and he knew that he was changed for life.