Billionaire Menage

by Jenny Jeans

  But moments, later guilt attacked him that he hadn't waited for Nick. That they hadn't waited. He looked away from Clare, not wanting her to see, and he muttered, "Be right back."

  Clare sighed watching Alex go to the bathroom. She took several more deep breaths.

  "Wow," she whispered, then she rolled off the bed and grabbed her purse, while her dress fell into place. Quickly, she stopped in Alex's hall bathroom to clean up, before she hurried out of his loft.

  She texted him, before she got in the taxi. "I'll be back. Love you." Then she turned off her phone because she couldn't be distracted by him. She had another man to catch.

  Chapter Seven

  "What did you say?" Nick demanded, as he bent over her, planting two big fists on either side of her head, against the back of the lounge in his office. She'd locked the door on the way in.

  Immediately, Clare lifted her hands pushing hard on Nick's chest, which only served to rock him. "Go away! I said nothing-nothing!" she cried.

  "Oh no," Nick growled and he took the back of her head in his big hands, pulling her upward to him, until she was clutching his shoulders for balance. "I heard you tell Penny you had Alex and now you're coming after me," he uttered. "And you are going to say it again."

  Clare moaned as Nick's mouth clamped down hard over her lips in a rough and passionate kiss. He bruised her lips over and over again with demanding ardor. Devouring her mouth as no man had ever done before ... Until she was whimpering passionately. Then he broke his lips away from hers, and he rasped, "Did you fuck him, Clare?"

  "Yes," she panted, unable to find any more breath or words as Nick turned her and he began pushing her down onto the lounge.

  "Then give me your tongue, it's my turn, baby," he ordered in a rough voice.

  "Nick," she gasped. Yet then he had her tongue tangled with his and further words were impossible as he laid her completely down on the lounge with his body covering her.

  Nick dug his hands beneath Clare's dress and found that she wore nothing underneath, but hot, naked skin. "Take the dress off. I want you naked," he growled in a tight voice, trying to hold his passion at bay as his long fingers gripped her bare hips.

  The dark color of Clare's eyes sparked with embers, then turned deeper as she fumbled with the buttons on her dress. He watched her intensely as he stroked her naked hips in his hands. "Pull it open," he commanded, when she came to the last button.

  Nick sucked in a tight breath. He'd thought that she would be wearing a bra. He was blind-sided, jolted by the sight of Clare's naked breasts with the tips rucked tightly into fat rosy beads. "Where is your bra?" he snapped, digging his fingers into her fleshy hips.

  "It was, Alex!" Clare exclaimed, obviously startled at his roughness.

  "Alex," Nick uttered, and he knew his irises glittered with heated emotion. "I want you naked," he ordered again, and then he flicked his tongue outward to lick the swollen bulb of Clare's aroused nipple. She whimpered abruptly in reaction as the tautened berry of her nipple heated against his tongue.

  "Now." Nick rose quickly, pulling Clare upright with him. In seconds he had her dress pulled down off her shoulders, off her arms, hands, and pushed to the curve of her flared hips. "Stand," he commanded, not waiting to see if she would obey as he lifted her bare waist in his hands to stand her on her feet before him. "Now take it off for me, baby," he ordered in a tenor murmur, lifting his hands from her waist. "Slowly," he drawled.

  Clare was their woman now. Nick could see it in every inch of her demeanor. Alex had loved her intimately ... and thoroughly. He would stake his life on it and she was outwardly sensual now. She was still angry with him. It sparked her eyes, gone ebony with her increasing arousal. God, and he would know when her body was aroused.

  He and Alex had touched, kissed, and licked every inch of her to know. But now she was a minx. His minx, and unafraid to be naked before him. She gave him a purely seductive look, pouting her lips, red and swollen from his kisses. She paused with her hands on the edges of the dress, not moving her hands either way. She was posturing for him with her breasts held high and her gaze gone sultry. Ah sweet heaven, he was in trouble ... And, about to love every minute of it.

  "You think I was too drugged to not know I wanted you both," she purred, rolling her hips once, while sweeping her long hair backward with one awe-inspiring fling of her head.

  Nick gritted his teeth ... determined not to get down on his knees and howl. Instead, he used every effort he possessed to sit back and put his hands behind his head. It was hard. Very hard all over! "I think you are ours, baby, and I am waiting for you to strip for me," he said, as casually as he could manage, and still his voice cracked.

  Nick watched raptly as Clare mercilessly teased him, slowly pulling up one side of the dress for a peek of her pale hip, and then she hid it again, doing the same with the other side. All the while she undulated her hips and the mounded buoyancy of her breasts came along for the ride with healthy youthful jiggling. He was sweating.

  "No more will you think I'm taken advantage by you," Clare said seductively, and then she turned and looked back over her shoulder at him with her fingers hooked on the back hem of her dress, hanging at her waist. Nick couldn't speak so he only nodded his agreement.

  "Then you love me!" she exclaimed, tugging the dress down over her lush ass. She purposely wiggled her buttocks from side to side, keeping her eyes focused over her shoulder directly on him.

  An inarticulate sound erupted from his throat as he leaped upward. Clare squealed, dropping her dress, and then she pretended to run from him. He caught her at the door, swinging her around as he lifted her up against the doors wood paneling.

  "Put your legs around me, you little minx," he commanded, swooping his mouth over her lips for a heated kiss. He suckled and ground his lips over hers as he helped her legs gain the anchor of his hips with his hands holding the outside of her thighs.

  "Oh, Nick-Nick," she mewled, kissing him back hungrily as she tightened her hold around his neck, bringing her body closer.

  Nick fumbled with the button on his pants. "Oh God, Clare," he groaned, freeing his cock from the material. He took hold of the hard column of his cock and brought the broad head up to Clare's pussy, rubbing it between her scorching pussy lips.

  "Ohmmm," she moaned incoherently as he kissed her, plunging his tongue deeply inside her mouth.

  Nick could feel the wetness of Clare's arousal drenching the head of his cock as he rubbed it up and down between her flushed pussy lips. Then he broke their kiss and he leaned back so he could see to position the now slick head of his cock at her vagina. There he rubbed the head around in circles, making Clare whimper senselessly as she clutched his shoulders. His cock was big and she was small and he used all of his willpower to go slowly as he started to enter her.

  "Nick, it is so big," Clare panted, squirming over him.

  "Hush, baby. Just relax," he uttered hoarsely as he pushed some more.

  "Ohhh, no-no, you are too big," she gasped and Nick could feel her inner muscles tightening, trying to expel the inch of him that was inside her.

  "It is all right, love," he cooed deeply, going back to her mouth to kiss her. He was desperate to be inside her. But he was big. That was until, in desperation, he changed their position a little by moving his forearms underneath her thighs, opening her up more and lifting her higher.

  "Ohhhh, Nick!"

  The repositioning alone plunged him halfway inside of Clare. It was so tight around his cock that he was shaking. He pushed, stretching her tightness around him as she panted and rocked on the column of his rigid dick. She was tearing his hair as he thrust upward, impaling her fully.

  "Ohoh! You are so hard!" she cried with shocks of convulsions rippling the inner walls of her vagina over his embedded cock.

  "Ah, God," Nick grunted.

  Clare mounted onto him like a spring as he lifted her up and down, banging her spine against the door. Her heels caught his buttocks as she humped
over him, a clear participant in their energetic coupling. Each stroke was thrust into her tightness. A renewed stuffing that burned with friction, making them groan and pant as he banged her against the door insistently faster.

  "Oh! Oh! Nick, more!" Clare squealed.

  He lifted Clare higher with each rapid thrust as he pushed her, thudding harder against the door.

  "Ohohohh!" Clare cried.

  Damnation, he could feel her ... Clare was going to climax. Then he could feel his cock being squeezed rhythmically as Clare's vagina went into spasms and he throbbed in response as the intensity held him in its grip, until ... On one final stroke ..."Oh God, Clare. Oh, God! Oh, sweet baby, I love you. Jesus."

  "Nick!" Clare squealed passionately as her orgasm rocked through her and grabbed his dick in rolls. His seed ejaculated in an excruciating torrent of rapture. He was frozen in time as he held her up against the door with his knees locked.

  "Jesus," he grunted again, wondering what the hell was holding him up. But Clare clung to him shaking, vulnerable, and so precious that he knew he would drag himself through hell to protect her.

  When he thought he could manage it he lifted her up, releasing their joining and he caught her under the thighs with his forearm as he carried her back to the lounge. She was languid and cuddly, barely aware of her surroundings. He laid her down, keeping her within the circle of his arms as he lay down with her and he pulled his jacket partially over her nakedness to help keep her warm.

  "Oh, Nick," she sighed, nuzzling his neck with little kisses.

  Chapter Eight

  Clasping Nick's hand, Clare glided through the doorway into their new shared bedroom in Nick's mansion. Alex was seated in front of the fire and when she entered he rose with a fluted glass of champagne in his hand. After taking a sip, he offered her the glass and she smiled as she accepted it, and then she turned it until she could take a sip from the side where his lips had touched it.

  The brothers wore identical blue silk robes that reached to their calves. Her own lingerie was blue and so sheer that one could see her skin beneath. Clare's breath caught in her throat and a shiver of anticipation ran up her spine at the sight of her two men.

  Nick stood at her back, his hands at her waist and Alex leaned close and brushed a warm kiss onto her lips, saying, "At last you're ours."

  "And you both are mine," she whispered against his lips. A strong hand took the champagne glass from her hand, while another hand, Nick's, played with the thin strap of her lingerie at her shoulder.

  "A woman who knows what she wants," Nick murmured against her ear. "I like that."

  Alex cupped her face and brought her mouth to his for a deeper kiss as she pressed against him. Nick rubbed his big hands over her bottom, squeezing, shaping — rolling her pelvis onto Alex's obvious erection.

  "Mmm," she moaned into Alex's hot kisses. Then he left her mouth and Nick grabbed her chin from behind, angling her head back, until their lips touched. It thrust her breasts forward in Alex's waiting hands. He played over her breasts moving the silk of her lingerie across the taut tips of her nipples. It made her squirm in pleasure.

  "Can you take us at once," Nick asked against her kissed lips.

  She gasped, breathless, she'd never thought of such a thing. It instantly excited her, but scared her.

  "Orgasms first," Alex declared, his mouth was at her nipple, biting gently making her moan.

  Nick smiled against her mouth. "Definitely orgasms first. Then we'll see," he said, and his tongue swept past her lips.

  But she'd never stop thinking about it, and that was what they wanted. But one against two could play at this game, the devils. And she turned too reached down, grasping each of their hard cocks into her hands. One grunted, one groan. She got Alex inside his robe squeezing the hot length of him. Nick she got part robe, part thick shaft. She tightened her hand stroking from the bottom to the top.

  "Clare."

  "Baby."

  "Hot come. I agree ... orgasms first," she purred, huskily.

  She squatted and her mouth was around the head of Alex's cock before he could register where she was going. One of their hands clutched the top of her head.

  "Jesus," Alex groaned.

  Clare sucked deep, while fisting, Nick's wide shaft.

  "Fuck, baby." That was Nick.

  She turned her head quickly to Nick's cock, sucking him in her mouth.

  "God." A groan.

  She worked between them both back and forth, while their robes sailed off, tossed aside. They had to have quite a show looking down on her. Their cocks tasted so good she didn't want to stop, even when she felt them growing bigger and harder in her mouth as if they were about to come. The next second she was lifted up between them and carried to bed.

  They fell into it with her spine on top of Alex's chest. Nick came down over her and she was sandwiched between. Oh God. Muscles hot, warm, all around her. Strong hands caressing. Nick's mouth tonguing her deep as she moaned and moaned.

  Nick left her mouth and dropped between her legs, while Alex groped her breasts. The fragile silk of her lingerie was torn up the front, thrilling her right before Nick's mouth closed over her pussy. She arched upward, feeling Alex's hot cock in the crevice of her ass.

  "Fucking taste so good," Nick growled over her pussy, then he began sucking her clit.

  She came seconds later with her head thrashing against Alex's shoulder. Then Nick flipped her over on top of Alex.

  "Climb on it, sweetheart," Alex urged with his hand tangled into her hair. His cockhead was there and she sank onto it.

  "Oh God, Alex," she cried, clutching his solid shoulders.

  His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her thighs up his thighs, splitting her ass cheeks wide. She felt creaminess touch her backside, but before she could register, Alex tugged her mouth down to his and French kissed her hot, fast, and deep. She moaned over him clenching over his cock inside her.

  Then, she felt a prod to her anus. She squealed a little, but something entered working around. Pleasure unlike any she'd felt before threw multiple spasms through her sex, and she humped up and down Alex's cock.

  She heard Nick utter, "She's ready."

  Alex's tongue left her mouth and his hands clamped on her ass cheeks pulling them wide, she bowed forward and his mouth sucked in a nipple making her attention turn with a moan of pleasure.

  But then something bigger prodded her back hole. Nick's hand steadied on her shoulder. "Relax, baby," he growled.

  Then she felt him pushing. Oh God. She moaned as he rocked her and it pushed her clit onto Alex, while Alex's cock moved inside her. Pleasure fierce and strong rushed through her centered on a big cock entering her asshole. Deeper. Moan. Deeper. Moan.

  "That's it baby. That's it, baby. God, so fucking tight."

  Then she was pierced with a cock in her vagina and a cock in her ass as she mewled sounds she'd never heard come from her before. Nick's big hands circled her waist and he began moving slowly. The big thrusts in her ass moved her up and down Alex's cock and she squealed in pleasure. Faster and faster she squealed, as they groaned.

  Nick watched his cock disappear in Clare's hot ass and he gritted his teeth holding back from ejaculating on the spot. More lust worthy was the sounds Clare made and the erotic movements of her body humping between them. He felt Alex lift his hips each time he thrust into Clare's tight ass and they both grunted in ecstasy. This was more than they could have imagined and Alex's hand clamped the back of Clare's head dragging her down to kiss. Nick arched his back and thrust faster the easier Clare took him up the ass with her sleek, curving body undulating through each double fucking she got.

  She was squealing passionately in Alex's mouth and they both heard and felt her climax. Alex tore his mouth from Clare.

  "Take it," he growled at Nick.

  Nick fucked Clare's ass, until he came hard, then Alex took the rhythm, lifting Clare up and down jerking, until he came and Clare came again. They panted for long m
oments, she was between them, they were braced not to crush her as they stayed softly inside her, and then she began to giggle.

  "Oh my God, that was amazing! I love you. I love you both."

  Nick looked Alex in the eye over Clare's shoulder and they both saw happiness, commitment, and the determination to make this work, in each other's eyes.

  The End

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  Kate Lancaster kicked her pony trying to get the dappled mare to gallop faster. One look darted over her shoulder showed the lawman, Garrett Buck, nearly on top of her with his bigger stallion. She jerked the reins hard to the left as she swallowed the squeal of fright trying to tear from her throat. He was going to catch her!

  Kate fought back a scream as his unyielding arm dropped down and he scraped her off her ponies back. She would have kicked and tried to bite the stern lawman but she didn't want to fall off his galloping stallion. With little effort, Lawman Buck threw her smaller body face down across his thighs. She yelped at the demeaning position, as his forearm pressed into the small of her back, holding her firm.

  "Damn fool, cheater," he growled above her as the jarring position made it hard to breathe.

  Her skirts flew upward with the whirling wind around the headlong galloping. She was in so much trouble she couldn't imagine finding a way out of prison, where she'd likely die under the harsh conditions. But she wasn't named Lancaster for nothing … she'd fight to the end.

  Likely she'd passed out, because when she regained consciousness she realized she wasn't being shaken any longer, like a rag doll, by the lawman's galloping stallion. In fact, the horse was standing tied off with its head down grazing. Her black hair was flopped over her head with her backside up in the air and her belly lying over the smooth saddle. Her skirts were tossed over her back, which meant her bare ass was dangling free.