Queen: BBW Billionaire Menage Romance (Billionaire Brothers, II Book 3) (7 page)
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Authors: Meg Watson
“Oh look, you found Melita,” Lyle said from behind me. I could feel the heat from his chest against my shoulder blades and I longed to fall back into him. It had been an extremely long day. In fact, it had been an extremely long several years. All I wanted to do was fall into the arms of the men that I…
Well
. These men. That’s where I wanted to fall.
“Actually, Melita found me,” I said with a weary and satisfied sigh. “And doesn't she look lovely?”
“Of course she looks lovely. Nothing to it. But she doesn't look anything like
this
,” he said, dropping his lips to the space between my shoulder and neck, where Owen usually planted his most tender kisses. “This is the only beauty I can think about.”
“I think you're in my spot,” Owen growled from my other side. His head dropped to the seam of my neck and shoulder on my opposite side and for a moment they were both lovingly, tenderly gnawing symmetrical kisses.
“I'm perfectly willing to find another spot,” Lyle growled as his hands slipped over the swell of my hips. “But I think everyone's watching us.”
“Doesn't bother me one bit,” Owen replied as his fingers traced the very bottom edge of my breast. My body stiffened and arched automatically.
“What I would like to do to you boys, I really don't want to do in public. Follow me,” I said regally. I took each of their elbows and led them toward the back, feeling every eye in the gallery turning toward us as we passed.
Yes, that's right, I'm taking my lovers upstairs where I'm going to do unspeakable things to them, and hopefully they're going to do even worse to me.
I caught Melita’s eye just before we crossed into the warehouse, and she shuffled over just as quick as her mermaid skirt would let her.
“Please ask the floor manager to close up the gallery in about 45 minutes,” I said, noting that my voice was already husky with desire. Melita blinked twice.
“Anything you say, boss,” she sing-songed. Even as the last notes of her sendoff hit the air, I felt Lyle and Owen guiding me through the warehouse door.
We barely made it to the elevator with our clothes still on. Owen's fingers found the zipper under my arm and snaked it down toward my hip. I was already half out of it before the elevator doors slid open again at my condo. All three of us tumbled out together, hands grasping and searching, exploring and pulling each other as close as we could get.
I was starving for them. I couldn't get enough of kissing one before I needed to kiss the other and they pressed so close to me, each taking a turn to nuzzle and gnaw at my neck while I was kissing the other. I felt their hands wandering over every inch of my body. Before I knew it I was completely naked except for my strappy stiletto heels. I reached down to open the buckle.
“Leave it on,” Lyle commanded me, sending a shiver through my inner thighs.
“Get her to the bed,” Owen said to Lyle. Working in utter harmony, I found myself lifted off my feet and transported across the walnut floors to the extra-large king size bed that Lyle had made just for us. I settled back on the the thick buttery satin of the Egyptian sheets and willed myself to keep my eyes open. Everything about this day had worked so perfectly that I didn't want to miss a moment of it.
“Let me watch you,” I said in a clear voice. Owen picked his head up from the side of my knee and gave me a questioning look. Lyle removed his head from the divot between my hip and rib cage gave me another look. I placed my fingertips on their shoulders and pushed them each back gently.
“You’re still wearing clothes,” I explained. “I want to watch you get naked. Take them off.”
Lyle shot Owen a look but obediently back-crawled up the bed to stand the floor. He waited for Owen to join him, then they each began disrobing the rest of the way.
Though they both had a distinct style that I was starting to understand, they still synced up as though this had been choreographed and rehearsed in advance. As their trousers and jockey shorts dropped to the floor their thickened cocks both bounced free and pointed directly at me. I sucked in a swift hitch of breath, gazing hungrily at their long, muscular bodies and the easy, graceful way they stood together.
What could I say? Was there any way to let them know how utterly perfect this all felt? How absolutely ready I was to be overwhelmed and give myself completely to them again, and again, and again?
I just flung up my arms and smiled, and I could tell that they knew. Sliding up smoothly beside me, Lyle to my front and Owen to my back, they fit on either side like puzzle pieces. In moments we were all rocking together, arms flung over arms, legs pinned between legs, my wet juices sliding against Owen’s thigh and then Lyle's thigh and then Owen’s thigh once again.
My hands drifted over Lyle's firm, muscular chest as he kissed me deeply, his tongue spearing toward my palate, his hands pushing my arms apart so that Owen could pull them back from behind me.
I flung my thigh backward over Owen’s hip. I wanted him to enter me first. I hadn't been able to keep track so that they could really take turns, but I knew I wanted him in me, and fast.
“Tell me you want me,” Owen growled in my ear, his hands tangled in my hair and pulling my head back.
“I want you to take me,” I moaned, breaking away from Lyle's kiss just long enough to catch my breath.
I felt Owen gnawing against my shoulder blade and then his hand drifting down to line himself up. The wide head of his cock pressed against my tight, puckered opening. I sucked my breath in through my teeth and consciously commanded my body to relax.
“Shhhh,” Lyle said, encouraging me. “Just let him in, baby,” he murmured sweetly, stroking my cheek and kissing my eyelids. I nodded and relaxed my ass and thighs as Owen guided himself into me.
There was that burning, stretching feeling and then I was filled with him. He began stroking slowly, dropping warm globs of lube along his shaft as he worked his way deeper and deeper into me. I opened my eyes and found Lyle staring at me, his mouth hanging open in a happy smile, his eyes heavy-lidded.
“Now you,” I whispered. “I need you inside me too.”
Lyle caught his lower lip between his teeth and reached down with his fingers to play with my wet, slick clit for a few moments. As Owen thrust deeply inside me, Lyle circled my clit with his fingers. I moaned deep in my chest and began to wiggle my hips.
“Lyle, I need you,” I said and urgent whisper. “I don't want to come before you are inside me!”
“Baby, I can make you come all night,” he assured me, but he moved to guide himself with his hand toward my pussy. I saw him glance over my shoulder at Owen and their eyes met as though silently figuring out how to sync up.
He pressed his thick head against my opening and paused, waiting for Owen’s stroke to let out. Then when Owen was almost completely out Lyle began to thrust into me.
I gasped. Lyle's hand hooked behind my knee and slid down to the heel of my stiletto. He held it like a handle and maneuvered my legs open as they both entered me at once. Their thick, rock hard cocks were separated by a fraction of an inch of my flesh, and I submitted to them completely as they both began to thrust deep and hard toward my core.
With my fingers I reached down and found my clit again. All three of us were working my sex organs in tandem. Lyle nodded urgently and began to stroke harder and Owen did the same. I rubbed my clit in fast slippery circles, my hips beginning their ardent grind.
“Bree," Owen grunted, “you're going to make me come, baby."
“Yes,” Lyle barked. “God, how are you doing that to me?”
I shook my head, concentrating on clamping down with my ass and my pussy all at once. My fingers rubbed back and forth, flickering lightly over my clit as my hips ground in tighter and tighter circles. I could feel them swelling within me and their thrusts became hard, punching, desperate. Lyle's fingers slipped off my shoe to rest behind my knee and clawed at my flesh. I heard the growl start in his belly.
This is it, don't forget a moment of this. This is the thing I always want to remember. This moment right now!
Suddenly it was unfurling at me. My orgasm started as bright light in the center of my body and turned into a spiraling firework. I could see the sparks shooting out through all parts of me across my flesh and into Lyle, and into Owen, and then all three of us were coming all at once. Our voices tangled up together in the air like we were one voice. We rocked together, our bodies slapping in a sweaty, explosive combination of juices, groans, and passion.
With a final, animal thrust, Lyle and Owen arched their backs simultaneously, burying themselves within me. My body molded around them perfectly and accepted every ounce of what they poured into me. Finally they each slumped against me, draping their arms around me and panting against my neck and back. I shuddered and twitched as the final cascades of my orgasm rushed back and forth across my body again and again.
With a happy and contented sigh, I kissed the beads of sweat off of Lyle's brow, and then arched my neck backward to accept a sweet, pheromone-sodden kiss from Owen.
“How did I get so lucky?” I murmured through a satisfied yawn.
“We are the lucky ones, Bree,” Owen said as Lyle nodded sleepily against my neck, “and we won't ever forget that.”
As I drifted off to sleep, once again utterly spent and sore and satisfied, I realized that what he was telling me was absolutely true.
THE END. I hope you enjoyed “Queen!”
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