The Billionaires and The Book Nerd: A MFM Billionaire Menage Romance Page 5

  “This is the only time I'll ever give you permission to come of your own accord,” Cooper warned.

  His words were hot and lustful, filled with the animalistic growl that was sure to come if I made him come. I sucked hard and stroked him while I sucked, simultaneously coating each layer of his shaft with pleasure. Nothing could stop me from gaining this round. If I won, then I'd be on a streak. Two for two. They would have to try again and I could—

  “Fuck!”

  I locked eyes with Cooper who was straining to hang on. His grip on my hair had tightened further and his hips were bucking. I smiled internally as I continued sucking him dutifully, growing more confident by the second. Behind me, I heard Jack gasp and double over me. He slipped his fingers inside my pussy and used his other hand to stroke my clit.

  He had me pinned. My gut threatened to betray me as I tried to focus on sucking, but it was only making me want to come that much more. The way Cooper grimaced, the way his brows furrowed together, and the way his hair fell over his eyes made him look like a sexy angel that could have swept me away if I had less of a brain.

  I hummed, vibrating my lips against his shaft. The three of us were heatedly wrapped up in each other, connected by hands and mouths that were too eager to let go. I could feel our collective crescendo rising with each guttural moan. It was transporting me to a place of pure bliss where I knew I could rest if only I could just let the floodgates open.

  I bayed. Jack's fingers were talented, but I wasn't about to let him have that. I resisted my urge to hump and fought hard to provide Cooper with the best blowjob of his life.

  And then, the car came to a stop.

  I popped up with a gasp, my thighs shaking while I tried to adjust in the tight space. Cooper collapsed against the seat as his cock twitched against his shirt. Behind me, Jack was gasping for air. We were silent for a moment, absorbing the reality of the situation: nobody had lost.

  Well, at least I hadn't lost. That was enough to make a round three happen.

  “Looks like we're here,” Jack pointed out. “I guess we'll have to continue this later.”

  “I didn't realize that was part of the bet,” I retorted while trying to catch my breath.

  Cooper sat up and fixed his hair. He ran his fingers up the back of my neck and into my hair, gripping a fresh chunk. He exposed my neck and bit me, causing me to bay.

  When he withdrew, he was grinning mischievously. “We'll get you. Don't worry about that...”

  And then he let me go. He fixed his pants and straightened his shirt before hopping out of the car. Jack followed suit. I was still kneeling on the ground with my breasts and pussy exposed. I fumbled to fix my outfit, brushing my hair with my fingers as I stepped out on the sidewalk. The fresh breeze greeted my cheek and emboldened me, making me feel alive.

  It had gotten pretty hot in that car.

  We were standing in front of Arizona's hottest designer store that sported all the freshest outfits in the window. Cooper opened the door and gestured inside, allowing Jack and I to go in first.

  I gaped at the clothes around me. Nothing in here could possibly be less than $300. I was shocked at the amount of pure fashion filling up just one rack. On the other side of the store was a desk with a fashionable woman sitting under a bright lamp. She was focusing hard on the garment in her hands, fixing it with nimble fingers.

  Cooper crossed the lavish space and greeted her with a kiss on each cheek. She looked dainty but like she could also handle herself with a vengeful tongue if anyone were to insult her. When her eyes turned to me, I blushed.

  Is it obvious I had just fucked around? I brushed my hair with my fingers again. I really hope it isn't obvious…

  “Oh, you are much more beautiful than what Cooper described!” she exclaimed. “I'm Betty—Wild Betty as they call me. I make all the clothes in this store. What do you like wearing?”

  “I, uh... Well, I like just about anything with sparkles on it.”

  She gasped and clasped her hands together while running over to a rack nearby. She rummaged through the garments before plucking one out, holding it up to the dramatic store lighting.

  It was a gorgeous silver dress with flecks of pink and purple sparkles that caught my eye. The collar of the dress led into an oval opening on the chest that would likely reveal a great deal of cleavage. All of it looked skin-tight, right down to where it would likely fall at mid-thigh length. I marveled at the sight of it and accepted the dress from Betty.

  “Wow,” I whispered. “This is even better than my gown from last night.”

  “Why don't you try it on, doll? It would look trés chic on you,” she suggested.

  She pointed to the dressing rooms and I wandered mindlessly over. My eyes were filled with stars. I couldn't believe such a dress existed, let alone right here in the middle of Phoenix. I closed myself into a room and stripped away my clothes, pulling the dress on immediately.

  It fit me perfectly. I wasn't even sure how Betty could eyeball my size and style in just one encounter, but she did it. She was an artist—or maybe she was a witch. I didn't care which as long as I had the dress. I fixed my hair over my shoulders, noticing my bra straps sticking out. I discarded my bra and went for a more natural look that seemed to fit the dress even better.

  As I fixed my hair, I heard a light rap on the door. “Is everything alright?”

  That sounded like Jack. When I opened the door, Cooper and Jack were standing just outside. The sight of me made their mouths drop open. It was silent for a split second, the only sound around us coming from the whooshing air through the vents and the happy pop music wafting through the speakers.

  I ran my hand through my hair nervously. “Not great?”

  “Oh, no—it's perfect,” Cooper whispered.

  “Truly perfect,” Jack added.

  “A vision of beauty.”

  “A goddess.”

  I grinned shyly and dropped my gaze, looking down at my bare feet. “Hmm, any ideas for shoes?”

  Betty perked up from her desk and went to the rack of shoes on the wall. Seconds later, I was holding a pair of silver pumps. Another perfect fit.

  “Incredible,” I whispered. “How in the world did you figure my size?”

  “I've been doing this for twelve years, my dear,” Betty replied with a wink. “I know everything at this point.”

  I smiled.

  Cooper and Jack had yet to tear their gaze away from me. I was wondering what to say next when Cooper's phone started ringing. He drew away to the other side of the store to answer it. When he was gone, Jack shrugged.

  “Business,” he said. “It never ends.”

  “I'm sure.”

  “How about we ring up that dress, Betty?”

  Betty nodded giddily and went to the register. Jack paid and led me to the center of the store where we patiently waited for Cooper to stop gesturing madly and pulling at his hair.

  I nudged Jack. “Sounds too serious if you ask me.”

  “That's how he is all the time.”

  “Does he ever unwind?”

  “You just witnessed it in the car.”

  I laughed. “Really? He only unwinds during sex?”

  “He's a hard-headed creature, but he has his moments. I'm sure you'll see his other side, eventually.”

  “I originally thought you two were just billionaire giants with a knack for picking up women.”

  Jack chuckled. “What about now?”

  I hummed thoughtfully. “I might be thinking otherwise.”

  “Care to share with the class?”

  I admired his bright green eyes. Something felt warm about them like they were jade stones washing up on the shore of the beach. I almost reached out to touch his face but resisted the urge, knowing very well where that kind of touching could lead.

  And it wouldn't be sex.

  I shrugged. “I guess there's more than meets the eye around here.”

  “I couldn't agree more.”

 
; Cooper appeared next to me with a flustered look on his face. “They didn't get the pages right and now I have to go fix it.”

  “You have to leave so soon?” I whined. “But what about the club?”

  “I'll just be an hour. Jack, you need to come, too. Why don't we send Brooklyn ahead of us?”

  I rubbed my arm—I didn't really want to go alone. After a moment of speculation, I piped up: “How about I tag along with you two? I could get to see your office and what your magazine is really all about behind the scenes.”

  Jack shrugged. “I don't see why not?”

  “Sure, then we can head to the club from there.”

  I grinned. “Perfect.”

  Chapter 8

  Cooper

  Dealing with magazine issues didn't take particularly long. It gave me the opportunity to show Brooklyn our previous issues hanging on the wall as well as where we might be interviewing her. By the way the night was shaping up, it felt like we would be doing much more than interviews in my office—and maybe in other places as well.

  We piled back into the car and headed for the club. I needed a drink after such a lengthy night putting out little fires and handling annoying editors. I had the utmost respect for my people, but they could be truly hard-headed when it came to corrections and getting things right.

  Such was the life of a man who ran a magazine. I was sure Jack felt much the same about it as I did.

  When we arrived at Club N1ne, the bouncer let us in immediately. We didn't have to wait in line with a reputation like ours. I could even feel the stares of the other bar-hoppers just waiting to get in, drooling over the fact that we were treated like royalty. Walking inside with Brooklyn on my arm only heightened the feeling of being top dog—it made me feel like a god.

  We were led up the VIP section. It hovered just above the bar and the floor was glass, providing us a view of the people below. Brooklyn perched between Jack and me which only made me feel even more elated. I wanted to feel her skin again and touch her, but I knew pacing was important. We would have to occupy our time.

  I turned to her curiously. “So, tell me what could people gain from reading more?”

  She played with the straw in her drink. “There're all sorts of benefits. People gain a wider range of vocabulary by reading books. They can use their imagination which increases mental stimulation as well as improving focus and concentration.”

  “So, it's more than just gaining knowledge?”

  “Way more than that—it improves your memory and increases analytical thinking skills. The benefits are endless. I wish more people would utilize their libraries to arm themselves with these skills.”

  “That's the goal of our article. We want people to read more.”

  “I think that's funny.”

  I chuckled with amusement. “And why is that funny?”

  “Because you two look like you've never touched a book in your life.”

  Jack laughed. “Looks, princess. Remember looks.”

  “Do you two often put on this face just to fool people into thinking that you're potentially stupid and easy to manipulate?”

  I gaped at her. Jack did the same. We exchanged a glance for a second and then looked back at her. “You think we're fake?”

  “No, I think you two put up a front.”

  Jack smiled mischievously. “And what in the world would we be hiding?”

  “Intelligence.”

  I nodded thoughtfully. “That's a possibility, princess. But wouldn't you like to find out?”

  “I suppose that's the point of these interviews.” She sipped her drink while eyeing me carefully, batting her thick lashes slowly in my direction. “And the bets, too.”

  “How would you like to dance?” Jack asked.

  I waved away his question. “You don't have to do anything he asks. He's a party monster and he'll turn you into one, too, if you let him.”

  “I might not mind that.”

  I grinned while she stood up and tugged on Jack's shirt. As she led him toward the spiral staircase that would take them to ground level, I watched after them. Something was stirring in my gut. It hadn't been dinner—no, that was fabulous—and it certainly couldn't have been the whiskey I was sipping.

  I pondered on it for a moment, letting the feeling fill me up. As soon as I thought I had a grasp on it, Brooklyn called after me: “Come on, Mr. Serious. Let's get you loosened up!”

  I rose reluctantly from my seat. It was often that I did much dancing. The ball had sated my desire to waltz, but it seemed Brooklyn had a thing for more than merely twirling around. She took my hand and we all went down the stairs together. We went to the dance floor and parted the crowd, creating space for us to press together.

  We had her sandwiched between us again. She took my hips and swung with me, slowly rotating to the rhythm pumping all over the room. The floor seemed to vibrate with our desire as we swayed together, pulsing as one creature. She drew me close and shimmied between my legs, pressing herself hard against my growing erection.

  I shivered.

  It felt like she was pushing for another game as she spun around and ground her bottom against me. My cock grew with every pump of her hips and I tried to control myself. I could only imagine how she would look riding me while sucking off Jack. It was more than I could bear in the middle of the dance floor.

  I watched her wrap her arms around Jack's shoulders. She pulled him even closer and gyrated between us, holding our shirts in her grip. When the beat changed, she nuzzled into him and took his lips, prompting me to hump against her bottom. I grabbed her hips and swayed into her as though we were merely dancing.

  But it was more than that—it was more than a simple dance.

  She was dragging us back down into the pit of lust. I could feel the calling of my inner wolf begging to be released, aching for the flesh it wanted to claim. I wanted her as much as she wanted to tease me. And I could tell she was teasing by the way her hand slunk behind her to brush my cock. She had me at full-mast. I couldn't control it any longer.

  I dragged her across the floor with Jack toward one of the private VIP booths. We had long forgotten our drinks once we were safely behind the curtain. I sprawled her out on top of the table and yanked up her dress, exposing the panties that she had been sporting just moments ago in the car. I tore them open and bent forward to taste her, to lick up the juice I knew was inspired by us.

  She bayed, her moans covered by the beat of the bass blaring outside. Her head sank back and her shoulders twitched as I lapped between her pussy lips. There was something utterly intoxicating about her. It was more than the bet or the flirting or the interviews—it was much more than her ditching us—and I couldn't quite place it.

  Jack joined her at the side of the table and cupped her face, immediately yanking his cock from his pants. We hadn't set any limits or bets. It was a free game this time, a free-for-all, and that meant I could come as much as I wanted while making her do the same. I slipped my fingers inside her and felt her pulse, heat greeting my fingers along with her nectar.

  I dragged my tongue longingly over her clit while fingering her, drawing my strokes out to feel the shivers it caused. Seconds turned to minutes as the rhythm outside marked our pace, prompting me to pick up my strokes in tune to her humping. She clearly was unable to control her reactions. Now that she had the freedom, I don't think she would hold back.

  I glanced up momentarily to witness her lips wrapped around my best friend's cock. It drilled me to finger deeper, to wiggle my fingers while lapping circles around her clit. She shuddered against me. I parted her thighs further and propped her legs open with my elbows, intent on making her come so hard that she couldn't walk for days.

  As her body picked up rhythm with mine, I drew my cock from my pants. I needed to stroke myself. I wanted her to do it, but I was too busy giving her the best mouth available. She bucked into my tongue, bouncing on my fingers with every stroke I made. I could feel her teetering on the edge
of oblivion as I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked.

  Her body shook. Each passing stroke spoke of her eruption, of the burst that was to come. I was ready to feel her orgasm. I was ready to pulse within her, to fuck her until her brains were a mushy jumble of facts and feelings. I wanted her to feel me inside her, but I knew it was too soon. We had to tease the idea. I couldn't take her.

  Not yet.

  Her thighs were shivering and her body was wavering on the table. I smiled as I doubled my licking, making sure to coat her clit with my flattened tongue. I shook my head side to side as I fingered deep and pressed up against her g-spot. She shuddered again and I heard her wail above the sound of the music. Nobody would hear us. And if they did hear us, they wouldn't care.

  I felt her orgasm closing in. I plunged rhythmically into her with my fingers and dragged my tongue in feathery strokes over her clit. She bucked hard into my mouth and then erupted with convulsions, nearly shaking herself off the table. Within seconds, she had properly erupted and I smiled as I wiped my lips on my shirt.

  Her legs went limp. Most of her body seemed to be unable to move. Though she was still sucking off Jack, she was clearly wiped by her orgasm. I repositioned her on the table, turning her on her right side. It put her mouth just over the edge so she could suck off Jack. She surfaced briefly to give me a look.

  I pointed to Jack. “You need to finish him.”

  She nodded with a drunken gaze and turned her attention back to Jack.

  I balanced on the table with her and pressed my cock between her thighs, rubbing my shaft teasingly against her clit. She moaned and grumbled something incoherent. I ignored it and grabbed her bottom, raising one leg for me to see her entrance. Her pink pussy called to me. I wanted very much to take her now, but I knew the implications of that.

  I pressed my shaft to her clit again, sinking gently between her pussy lips. She was soaked. I placed her leg back down and started humping, simulating sex. She twitched against me. Her body erupted in shivers again as her eyes rolled back and her mouth continued sucking. Jack looked about ready to bust.