The Billionaires and The Book Nerd: A MFM Billionaire Menage Romance Page 2

“Where should we go?” Jack asked.

  The princess nodded to the entrance. “That hallway should take us somewhere.”

  “Why don't you go ahead so we don't draw attention to ourselves? We'll follow in a few minutes.”

  She smirked. “Where's the fun in that?”

  I was intoxicated by her confidence. I'd never met a woman who didn't mind being seen with us. Sure, when those women were drunk on our fortune and gifting nature, they would always run around town bragging about it. This one might end up being the same, but I wasn't sure. It was hard to tell with the mask covering most of her features.

  I had a gift for reading people, yet I couldn't get a good grip on her intentions. Maybe she planned on seducing us into giving her money—or maybe she was just as horny as we were and wanted to get laid. It was, after all, a party.

  We followed her quietly to the entrance doors and out into the hallway, undoubtedly picking up a few stares along the way. The hostess of the party was eyeing us carefully as we left. I noticed her near the door wearing an interested smirk. Was she jealous?

  Every woman thinks they don't want us until they see us with other women. I chuckled quietly to myself. That's just the nature of the game.

  I stirred the ice in my drink, causing it to clink against the glass. It was the only sound in the hallway along with the shuffling of our date's dress and the sound of our shoes softly padding along the carpet. We reached the end of the hallway before she located a door, one smaller than the rest, and we ducked inside.

  As she closed the door, darkness clouded my vision. I reached out for a shelf to place my drink. A sliver of light trickled from beneath the door, giving me very little to work with. The room was mildly cramped, and it seemed like more of a broom closet than a room. But it would work for me.

  I just wanted to play.

  “What counts as a noise?” asked the princess. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Does breathing count as noise?"

  “Only if you moan,” I replied. “That's what counts.”

  I took her waist, tugging her into me. I was already hard just thinking about what I might do to her. Jack stood beside me and ruffled her skirt up. I listened to the fabric shift around as she leaned into me, pressing her breasts to my chest. I wanted to feel them. I wanted them in my mouth. I was more than ready to prove that I couldn't possibly break before her.

  I quietly went to work. Her skirt was up to her waist, and I reached beneath, feeling gently between her thighs for her point of pleasure. I touched the front of her lace panties and dragged my finger around her clit, circling it teasingly while barely touching my lips to hers. I felt her breath against my chin. She was shivering already, struggling to keep her breathing steady.

  I smiled.

  I would normally tease and taunt verbally, but talking would most certainly count as sound. I slipped my finger underneath her panties and felt her silky pussy lips part just for me, revealing cream that I desperately wanted to lick. I felt Jack's hand moving up her thigh and withdrew my hand to allow him the pleasure of feeling her.

  As I redirected my attention to her breasts, I took her lips. She gave a hushed breath, a release that told me she was fighting her own reactions. I struggled to contain myself as I went to work at her corset, tugging it down just enough to expose her lovely breasts. I trailed my fingers down to her nipple and circled it lightly. Her chest heaved. She took a deep breath and released it slowly, quietly, causing me to grow even harder.

  Her hand brushed against my cock. I bucked against her, feeling the tension double between us as she released a shaky breath, her lips parting for me to take again. I crashed into her, feeling the anticipation growing to new heights as I gently squeezed her nipple between my finger and thumb.

  She shuddered. I think I almost had her. With Jack under her skirt and me playing with her tits, there was no way she could keep quiet.

  This was my favorite game—and I intended to win.

  Chapter 3

  Jack

  When we were safely tucked away in the closet, I felt the air shift. It was like we were in high school again, luring cheerleaders behind the bleachers for a make-out session. I was filled with the same excitement as I had been then with just a touch more of lust than I had at such a hormonal age.

  I didn't say anything. Cooper and I did this all the time. We had plenty of experience with being silent while fucking around with a hot chick. In fact, I was willing to bet that our expertise in the field of sex would far outweigh this girl's desire to win.

  I would absolutely bet on our bet.

  While she made out with Cooper, I sank to the ground. I rustled her skirt up and went underneath, pressing my lips to her inner thigh. I felt her shudder above. I knew Cooper would be up to something to make her moan. With our combined effort, she would lose herself and make a peep.

  I trailed my hand up her thigh and sought blindly for her pussy. I bumped Cooper's hand, and he withdrew respectfully, allowing me my favorite playground. As I grazed the front of her panties with my fingers, she bucked lightly against my hand. I smiled while pressing my lips to her skin again.

  My fingers drifted beneath her panties, sweeping across her pussy lips. She bucked again and gushed, coating my fingers with her fluid. I dragged my lips across her skin with the intention of inspiring a giggle. Every girl had a spot and I was more than convinced I would find hers. If she was ticklish, it would become evident within seconds.

  I decorated her skin with kisses, drawing closer to her pussy. I let my fingers dance just between her pussy lips and shuddered when I felt her buck again. She was alluring in many ways. She had looked so graceful on the dance floor and now she felt more like a princess than ever. But I was sure she was hiding something.

  And I would find it.

  I breathed hot air against her skin and felt goosebumps erupt along the way to her pussy. I nuzzled into her panties and inhaled the scent of her, nearly losing myself in the soaked fabric. I extended my tongue to lap against her clothed clit and felt her legs shake. She steadied herself instantly. Above, I heard the sound of her kissing Cooper and grinned, nuzzling deeper into her covered pussy lips.

  Still, no sound. I was beginning to feel disappointed. I had been sure that she would be easy to take down, but she was resisting every step of the way. How had we never met this woman before? She hadn't revealed herself yet. But if I could just know who she was, maybe I could find her weakness.

  The room was too dark. Even if I could get up in time to whip off her mask for a kiss, I wouldn't be able to see her face. I focused instead on sinking beneath her panties and licking up the cream that she emitted, my eyes rolling back as I tasted her. Her pussy lips twitched instantaneously, inspiring me to nudge deeper.

  As I held her hips, I let the dress fall around my shoulders, creating my own private space where I could pleasure her. I slid my tongue further and flattened it against her clit, nudging it forward in slow strokes. I could feel her tense protest, the way her muscles stiffened as I attempted to get her to make a noise.

  I could hear slurping from above. Her body shifted and her back arched, pressing her pussy further against my mouth. I yanked aside her panties and lapped hungrily, shaking my head gently side to side. She tasted like honey. I was shocked to find her smooth lips giving in to my tongue like the branches of trees bending obediently to the wind.

  She was a wicked force, a nail driving into me that made me want to cry out with lust and passion. I nearly uttered something incoherent but caught myself, pressing my lips harder against her pussy lips. My loins were burning. I couldn't stop myself from reaching down and caressing my cock, prompting it from my pants with swift experience.

  I pumped my shaft to the rhythm of my tongue laving over her clit. Each stroke made me want to moan, every lick driving the nail deeper into my gut. I was swimming with desire, with a heated want for her body, for every inch of her to be pressed against Cooper and me. I wanted us to take her down to the ground and
soil her gorgeous dress to the point of bare recognition.

  I wanted us to destroy her.

  Her hips popped forward and I tugged at her panties, pulling back for a split second to yank them down her legs. I heard her breath hitch above, but no sounds. No moans. No groans. She was as silent as we were—and I was beginning to lose my patience.

  I used her panties as a bind to keep her legs in place, burying my mouth into her pussy lips. I lapped as hungry as a starving dog, as someone who had never tasted pussy before. I licked up every drop of cream that leaked from her and teased her entrance with my fingers, feeling her muscles tense with each touch.

  I slipped two fingers inside, finding warmth that made my gut tighten. She welcomed me as if we had touched in the past, fluid dripping down my fingers and likely soaking up her panties again. I stroked slowly at first, gently allowing her to become accustomed to my fingers. But she adjusted quickly. Her pussy lips were warm with desire and her cream coated my fingers, giving me enough lubrication to quicken my pace.

  I suckled on her clit. As I rhythmically fingered her, I felt her hand sail through my hair, grabbing chunks of it until finally landing in an area where she could grab. She pressed my face further into her pussy, encouraging me to lick to my heart's content. I was more than happy to oblige.

  Although she had yet to make a sound—none of us had peeped—I was still satisfied providing her such pleasure. Her thighs grew taut as I fingered her faster. It felt like she was about to lose it. I slowly withdrew my fingers and gave her pussy one more kiss, grabbing her hand as I stood up from beneath her skirt.

  I was sure she was brimming with want. If there was light in here, she would surely look shocked. The nature of this game was to make her make a sound. That meant I could withhold her orgasm for as long as possible while keeping her on the brink. I bumped my fist against Cooper's, our silent signal to switch positions.

  As I positioned myself in front of her, I felt her bare breasts press to my suit. Her lips sought for mine, uncaring that leftover cream was covering them. She licked her cream off my mouth and made me shudder with absolute bliss. My eyes rolled back again. I would have groaned had I not crashed into her. I silenced myself with her kisses, delighting in each one. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and she ravenously jousted my tongue. I returned the gesture gladly.

  I grabbed her breast. She heaved a breath and shuddered, but didn't moan. Not a sound came from her save for her labored breathing. I was beginning to wonder if we would ever break or if this would continue on forever, ad infinitum until we died. I chuckled silently at the thought. I would die a happy man if I were to die here.

  Her hips were bucked again and her hand sank to my exposed cock, taking my shaft gently. She pumped me back to full-mast as her lips danced with mine once more. I felt her hesitation in stroking my cock, but I encouraged her to continue, feeling her shudder with each new touch. I sank down from her lips to her breasts and buried my face there, feeling them warm and plump against my mouth.

  As her breath heaved for the umpteenth time, I attempted to prompt a noise. I took her nipple into my mouth suddenly and sucked hard while wrapping my hand around her waist. The motion simply engaged her hand to stroke faster, causing my hips to respond. I couldn't help it. Our motions were so fluid and it was like I had had her once before, sometime in a past life or in this one. I wasn't sure.

  But I was sure that I was starting to lose control. My breath became a haze of exhales, one long exclamation after the other until I made a sound—I moaned.

  She froze. When she pulled away, I could hear the grin in her voice. “Sounds like somebody just lost.”

  Her hand withdrew from my cock and my hips followed, begging for her to keep touching. Cooper hopped up from beneath her skirt. I could hear him shuffling around the room until we were illuminated with light.

  I squinted against the light, grumbling, “Wait a second.”

  “A deal is a deal,” she insisted. “I guess you should cough up those drinks—both of you.”

  “What if we just continued for fun?” I pressed on. “We were all getting along so well.”

  “I wager you wouldn't last another twenty seconds without making another sound.”

  Cooper chuckled. “I beg to differ.”

  She smiled sweetly, the corners of her mouth curling up into her cheeks and causing her mask to shift slightly. She giggled. “Then, beg.”

  She adjusted her corset and fixed her skirt before drifting from the closet like a ghost. I stared after her, my mouth agape and my cock still exposed. I was going flaccid.

  And I hated it.

  “We just lost a bet, brother,” I groaned. “I can't even believe it.”

  Cooper pulled his jacket taut. He adjusted his pants and huffed, straightening his shoulders. “Well, don't get used to it. We have to find out who she is and try again.”

  “I guess we know where to find her.”

  “Make yourself presentable, Jack.”

  I rolled my eyes as I tucked my dick away, grumbling the whole time. Losing wasn't the problem—it was my balls. They felt like two balloons that were about ready to burst. I was half-tempted to stay behind in the closet and rub a quick one out just so I could have something to take back to the ball with me.

  I followed Cooper into the hallway. Now that my eyes were adjusted to the light, I felt more confident glancing around. There were a few stragglers in front of the entrance but it was mostly clear. I wondered if they had seen the princess walking in. We passed through the doors and made a bee-line for the bar where we found that our princess was nowhere in sight.

  I hummed. “Did she go wash up?”

  “I can only assume,” Cooper replied. “We'll give her five minutes.”

  “Wow, we lost a bet and we've been ditched.”

  “Don't say that, you fool.”

  “Well, it's true, Coop.”

  He growled, “Don't say that.”

  I released a frustrated sigh while leaning against the bar. As we waited, the bartender brought us drinks. I thanked him and took a long sip to quell the anxiety growing in my gut. This was completely unlike me. I was never nervous. I had the confidence and strength of a bull in both business and pleasure. There wasn't a woman in Phoenix who could make me feel like I wasn't the top dog around.

  But this princess? She was playing games with us. And the longer we waited, the more evident it became that we had been ditched.

  Cooper made a fist on the bar. “We've been fooled.”

  “I thought you said not to say that.”

  He shot me an angry glare. “If you hadn't made a damn sound, we wouldn't be in this situation, you know.”

  “Don't get mad at me just because you got cocky.”

  “No, you got cocky.”

  “Putz.”

  “Jerk.”

  I glared at him. “We could do this all night, brother, or we could remedy it by finding another potential partner for the evening.”

  “You never had a good plan, ever. I doubt we'll find someone now. She's probably gossiping about us in the bathroom to her friends.”

  “Well, if you hadn't allowed her to raise the stakes, it wouldn't be so harsh, would it?”

  His face went red. “Shut up, Jack.”

  “Make me.”

  “Gentlemen!”

  We both turned to find the hostess of the party standing right beside us with a martini perched in her hand. She flashed us each a welcoming grin and gestured to the bar.

  “I hope you're both enjoying the party,” she said. “And my sister.”

  “Your sister?” we both responded.

  I stared at Cooper who stared at me. We broke our gaze and turned back to Peyton. She retained her grin and shrugged as she replied, “Yes, my sister. Brooklyn. You were just with her outside in the hallway.”

  “Oh, well,” I sighed. “She seems to have ditched us.”

  “So it appears,” she agreed. “But I can tell you where she went.�
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  “Could you?” Cooper inquired. “It would mean so much to us.”

  “She probably went home,” Peyton said.

  “Why would she do that?”

  “Because she's a librarian. She likes books more than people. Don't you remember college?”

  I gave her an appraising look briefly before regarding her with a grin. “Thanks, Peyton. We'll be in touch about your featured article in our magazine.”

  “Great, I can't wait to hear from you.”

  She winked and then disappeared into the crowd, swallowed by it like a giant wave.

  I turned to Cooper. “I guess we have to figure out where she lives.”

  “Let's call her first,” he suggested. “We'll make her an offer.”

  “What kind of offer?”

  He grinned mischievously. "One, she can't refuse.”

  Chapter 4

  Brooklyn

  I had done exactly what I wanted: I got my revenge.

  Although I felt slightly dirty when I left the ball, I also felt satisfied. I wanted to get back at the guys who had given me my dreadful nickname and I did just that. They got what they deserved. I had given them a mere taste of me, a sample that they would likely think about forever and then I had left them hanging.

  It was perfect.

  As I mulled over the events of the previous evening, I sat on the giant sofa in front of my porch windows, watching the morning light filter in through the glass as I nursed a cup of coffee. I blew the steam idly away from the surface and took a sip before resting the mug on my knee.

  I hummed. “Well, back to the daily grind, right?”

  It was just another typical day for me. I was getting ready to go into work at the library where I would likely have to sort through returns and help a few folks find the right periodicals. I would have a pile of messages on my machine from professors and I would have to balance outside research with inside research. Not to mention the fact that I would have to fill out request forms to see if other branches had the books that people needed.