Billionaires for Charity: Part Two (Menage Romance Serial) Page 5

  “You do?”

  “So fucking much.”

  The elevator dinged and the doors opened and Miranda turned toward them. The empty car sat in front of her and all she had to do was step forward. Say goodbye to Winston, WaterStone, and James. Leave the crazy whirlwind behind.

  With a deep breath, she glanced up at Winston and smiled. “How about you show me that office of yours? I bet it has a breathtaking view.”

  “If you’ll excuse me. Thanks.” James strode out of the room and down the hall. Miranda should have been back ages ago. All he could think about while he introduced her to his employees was how her ass swayed under the silk and how her cleavage peeked out in the v of her dress.

  Screw giving her a chance to get to know the work side of them—the side that brought in the billions and turned them into the lucky few—he wanted her naked and moaning. He didn’t know how it happened. How a single night with her and Winston turned into a chance at happiness. But every time he saw her, his mood lifted and his thoughts soared.

  With her on his arm, he could do anything. And with Winston sharing their bed, the three of them could make magic. Adjusting his pants, he turned the corner and headed straight for Winston’s office. If she weren’t there, he’d drag his partner out and press him into searching too. And if she was there…He’d have to join in the fun.

  Seconds later, he turned the handle and let himself in. Just what I thought. He cleared his throat and Miranda leapt away from Winston. “At first I thought you’d run out on us. But when I couldn’t find Winston, I made an educated guess.”

  “How smart of you, partner.”

  “One of us has to have the brains.” James shut the door behind him and stalked up to the pair. “So is this a one-on-one event, or do you have room for a third?”

  Miranda’s eyes widened and she glanced at both of them. “Um…I didn’t…I don’t…”

  James raised an eyebrow and turned to Winston. “You’ve gotten her tongue tied already. What have you been up to?”

  “I was about to get her naked and have my way with her. But now that you’re here, let’s make it a party. What do you say, darling?”

  “We’re in your office! There are tons of people here!”

  “No one comes in without knocking. And we own the place, remember?”

  Her lips parted and she ran her tongue over them. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

  “Mmm. Guess we’re introducing you to a whole slew of firsts then, aren’t we? James, would you be so kind as to lock the door?”

  “My pleasure.” James turned and secured the lock. “There. Now it’s just us. And the millions of people outside.”

  He flipped the lights off and the glow of Manhattan nightlife cast the office in pale shadows. “I’m assuming you don’t want to put on a show for the neighbors. But I can turn it back on if you’d rather.”

  “No! That’s okay. This is more than adventurous enough for one night.”

  Winston smiled and met James’s stare. “That sounds like a challenge, doesn’t it James?”

  “Without a doubt.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  MIRANDA SWALLOWED AS James stepped closer. She’d been fantasizing about the two of them all week. Ever since the night in Winston’s apartment. They’d each been amazing on their own—sexy and commanding and orgasmic—but together? Perfect. She didn’t know how she’d ever choose one over the other.

  James dropped his jacket on a chair and slid up behind her. “You drove me crazy during the happy hour. I wanted to pin you against the wall and take you right there. In front of everyone.”

  A tremble coursed through her and she bit her lip. “You did?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  Winston stepped up and smiled. “He’s not the only one. When I saw you at the elevators…I almost dragged you in one and had my way with you. But this…” He glanced up at James and back at Miranda. “Is better.”

  With a roll of his shoulders, his jacket fell off and he advanced. Sex and need blazed in his brown eyes. Miranda sucked in a breath, but before she could exhale, James wrapped his hands around her middle from behind. His fingers slid down her hips and back up to cup her breasts and she moaned. Oh, god. She’d forgotten how overwhelming the two of them could be.

  As her lips fell open, Winston darted forward, capturing her mouth and running his hands through her hair. Mmm. Yes. Liquor and sin exploded in her mouth and he raked his tongue over her teeth. The way Winston lit a fire and James stoked the flames. She’d never get enough.

  Pressing, close, Winston’s toned body rubbed against her soft flesh. Her nipples hardened, her clit throbbed, and she forgot all about the office or the happy hour. Gone were her doubts. Her insecurities. Men couldn’t touch her like this—turn her on like this—if they didn’t want her.

  The world condensed to the three of them and she wished the moment could last forever. James nuzzled her neck, kissing his way up to her ear before sucking on her earlobe. She moaned into Winston’s mouth and James found her breasts, plumping and stroking her nipples with his thumbs.

  “Oh, Miranda. I’ve missed you this week.” James tore his hands down the front of her body until he found the tie of her dress. “I’ve laid awake at night remembering your luscious skin, your sexy curves.” He tugged and the tie came undone. “The way you cry out when we touch you.”

  Winston broke their kiss and she gasped. “You have?”

  “Mmm-hmm. You’re all I think about. All I want.” He slipped his hands over her bare skin and she shivered. It didn’t matter what other people thought. If James wanted her that badly, he could have her. Any way he wanted.

  As she wriggled and squirmed, Winston leaned back. “Don’t forget about me. I’ve missed your big eyes staring up at me.” He slipped his hands underneath her open dress and shoved it off her shoulders. It fell to the ground in a heap. “And your breasts. God damn, I tell myself they can’t be as good as my memory, but they’re even better.” He reached up and stroked her nipples, his hands sliding over James’s fingers as both men fondled her.

  Her breath turned to pants—tiny little gasps in and out—and she couldn’t bear it any longer. Both of them caressing her, talking about her body like an altar for worship. Staring at her like feral beasts. She closed her eyes and fell back into James. “Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me.”

  James growled behind her and reached up to unclasp her bra. Winston pulled it off and her breasts sprang free, bouncing on her chest and spreading wide. With a groan, he dove in, lapping and licking as James breathed against her ear.

  “Winston’s not the only one who loves these.” He reached for her free breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers and pinching as Winston sucked the other. Oh! Her clit throbbed and pulses of pleasure rocketed through her whole body. The two of them—firm bodies pressed close, fingers and tongues and teeth all over her—she was overwhelmed. No drug could ever compete with how high they flew. How fast she soared.

  James let her breast go as Winston took over, mashing her nipples together and sucking hard. She gasped and James tore his hands down her skin and shoved his fingers beneath her panties. With a hard jerk, they fell to the floor. James followed, lifting her feet one at a time before tossing her panties aside. Miranda moaned and eased her shoe off her foot when he grabbed her ankle. “Don’t you dare. The heels stay on.”

  Miranda groaned and Winston released her and stepped back. “You have no idea how sexy you are right now, do you?”

  “He’s right.” James stood up and walked around to her front.

  Both men stared at her naked body and she’d never felt more powerful. Complete. She smiled and held her arms out to the sides. “Then what are you waiting for? I’m all yours.”

  James grinned and unclasped his belt before yanking his dress shirt over his head. He tossed it onto the chair and it was all the invitation Miranda needed. She fell to her knees in front of him and grabbed his pants. As she shoved th
em down his thighs, his cock sprang free. Thick and hard and delicious. She groaned and stroked his shaft, reveling in the meaty heft before licking a hot trail over his swollen tip.

  She used to think blow jobs were overrated. A check the box type of thing. But with James and Winston? They were sexy and wicked and so fucking hot she couldn’t help herself. She’d suck both of their cocks before the night was out. With a groan, she slid down his shaft, coating his veiny ridges in saliva as she closed her eyes.

  Mmm. She couldn’t wait to get him off. The way he came shooting down her throat, filling up her mouth and then some—so good. Lapping at his spongy head, she worked him until his thighs tensed and he reached for her hair. Yes. She lost herself in giving him pleasure, forgetting all about Winston until he kneeled behind her. He grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs on a gasp. Oh, god!

  Wider and wider he pushed her, until he scooted between her open thighs, scraping his bare legs against her skin. Winston tucked in tight and James slid forward and she was pinned between them. Trapped between two glorious men.

  Rising up on his knees, Winston pressed his erection into her ass and slipped his fingers between her legs. “Mmm. She’s soaking wet, James. And so fucking ready. I bet she could take us both.”

  Miranda popped her eyes open and she stilled, but Winston’s hand kept moving, stroking between her swollen folds and flicking against her clit.

  “Mmm. Fuck. Not tonight Winston. The way she’s sucking my cock, I’m never going to last.” James thrust into her mouth, sliding deep and hard until he bumped against the back of her throat.

  They wanted to take her at the same time? A thrill rushed through her and as Winston picked up speed, flicking and rubbing her clit in little circles, she moaned and took James deeper. Flattening her tongue, opening her throat, letting him edge down farther than ever before.

  They’d been on fire in Winston’s apartment. Bursting into flames again and again as they fucked. But in his office? It was over the top. Her pussy clenched and throbbed and Winston rubbed her harder. Oh, god. Her whole body buzzed.

  She reached up and gripped James’s thigh with one hand and latched onto his shaft with the other. Stroking what she couldn’t reach with her lips, slipping down to cup his balls. He groaned and tightened his hold on her hair.

  “What are you waiting for Winston? Take her before I can’t hold back.”

  Winston pulled his hand away and pressed his body against her back until his lips grazed her ear. “Do you want that? You want me inside you?”

  She nodded with James’s cock still in her mouth and he laughed. “Damn, you’re breathtaking.”

  In seconds Winston was ready, cock sheathed and positioned between her legs. He scooted up closer, wedging his whole body between her open thighs and guiding her hips back with his hands. “That’s it, baby. Take me inside. Just like that.”

  Miranda obeyed, easing down until Winston’s flared head nudged against her opening. He dug his fingers into her hips and dragged her down with a jerk, impaling her hard and fast on his full length. She cried out as she pulled off James’s cock, but he closed the gap between their bodies before she could breathe. He thrust into her mouth and it sent her backward, driving her down onto Winston’s shaft until she sat on his thighs.

  Oh my god. With Winston buried deep inside her and James filling up her mouth, she was trapped and stuffed and so turned on, she trembled. As she inhaled through her nose, Winston pumped, slow and shallow and first, jerking her whole body and sending shock waves all the way to her toes. His cock nudged against her inner walls and every strike was a bolt of pleasure. A flame that sent her higher and higher.

  He picked up speed and her body became a pendulum, swinging between both men’s hips. Without even trying, they fell into a rhythm, sliding her back and forth, pushing her towards an orgasm. With nowhere to go and nothing to do but enjoy it, she surrendered. Releasing her throat, unclenching her muscles, letting them take her as deep as they dared.

  Winston thrust with a groan and it sent her over, her body shaking and convulsing as an orgasm ripped through her. Her mouth fell open and James took advantage, pumping into her mouth. Harder, Deeper. Winston picked up speed and her world turned electric. No time to relax or recover.

  He reached around her body and grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples and dragging more pleasure from deep within her core. She clenched around him and Winston cried out. He squeezed her breasts as James dug his fingers into her scalp and with a few frenzied pumps, both men came. James shooting his release down her throat and Winston coming inside her. The press of their bodies sent her over, spiraling into another orgasm more powerful than the last.

  James let her go and she collapsed onto the floor, panting and gasping as bliss short-circuited her brain. As she laid there, gasping for breath, it hit her—she’d never be able to choose. She wanted them both for as long as they’d have her. If they were a drug, she was hopelessly addicted.

  James stumbled back and sat in a guest chair, shell-shocked and overcome. Miranda was unbelievable. The way she surrendered so completely to their bodies. How she gave them a part of her every time they fucked. Christ. He’d never be able to give her up. Not for anything.

  “Don’t tell me the party’s over already.”

  James blinked his eyes open to see Winston standing up with a grin. He stroked his cock in languid, slow pumps and it hardened before James’s eyes. Fuck. He didn’t want Winston as a solo lover. But staring at him as he worked himself…James couldn’t help it. Another round with Miranda between them…he was ready. But could she do it?

  He glanced down and his dick twitched as he looked at her. She laid on the floor, sprawled out and breathing hard. Ass up in the air, pussy swollen and glistening. He wanted inside her. As he stared, she rolled over and groaned.

  “What do you say?” He waited, watching as she took a deep breath and stretched. Say yes.

  With a smile, she raised up onto her knees. “By the time we’re through, you might be scraping me off the floor, but I’m not done.” She crawled over to him and reached for his cock. “Not until I have you inside me.”

  Damn. He leaned over and captured her mouth, lashing his tongue across her lips to taste his release all over her. Mmm. He couldn’t wait to bury himself deep.

  As they kissed, Winston walked over and stroked her bare skin. She moaned into James’s mouth, and his partner smiled. “If you want him inside you, then stand up and turn around.”

  She followed his directions, breaking their kiss and standing up before turning around. James slipped on a condom and licked his lips. Her ass was smack in front of his face and the sight had his dick throbbing in his hand. That ass was what dreams were made of. Plump and round and so fucking sexy.

  Without another thought, he slipped his fingers between her legs, sliding up her slick folds to her clit. So fucking wet. He rubbed up and down, over and around, teasing her body until she shook above him. “Bend over, Miranda. Let me fuck you.”

  She bent over in an instant, grabbing onto Winston’s hips and leveling her lips with cock. Winston smiled. “Mmm. So it’s my turn for those luscious lips, is it? Excellent.”

  James stood as Miranda took Winston in her mouth and he flicked her clit as she slid down his shaft. Again and again he stroked her, drawing out her pleasure, ramping up her need. He wanted her coming around his shaft when he fucked her. Coming so hard she couldn’t see.

  Down and up she bobbed her head, all while James had one hand on her back and one hand on her clit. She moaned and squirmed and stuck her ass out, begging him to fuck her, but he waited.

  Winston groaned reached for her hair, grabbing onto her dark auburn strands and dragging her deeper. As James looked up, Winston opened his eyes. They stared at each other as they worked her—Winston with his cock filling up her mouth, James with his fingers playing her clit. She moaned again and he couldn’t hold back. He had to have her too.

  He stepped closer, b
umping his tip against her swollen entrance. She leaned back into him and with a groan, he thrust, burying himself balls-deep in a single stroke. Fuck, she was tight. Even after taking Winston, her body still gripped him like a glove. He stood still for a moment, letting her adjust to his size and getting his bearings. All while his gaze never left Winston’s. It was erotic and charged and powerful—staring at his best friend while they fucked the same woman.

  With a groan, Winston closed his eyes, letting his head fall back as he released his grip on Miranda’s hair. It was all the invitation James needed. He took control, digging his hands into her hips, picking up speed and driving her onto Winston’s cock. Again and again he pounded her. Fucking her mercilessly. Never stopping. Never slowing down. Every pump of his hips sent her rocketing down Winston’s shaft and his partner widened his stance and groaned out loud.

  “Jesus, James. Fuck her harder. She’s…it’s…” He trailed off and James did his best, turning feral and primitive as Miranda whimpered and moaned between them. His muscles tensed and his cock hardened and he forced himself to wait. She needed release too.

  Reaching around her hips, he wedged his fingers between her folds and found her clit. With frantic little flicks, he dragged another orgasm from deep within her. It started slow—barely a squeeze of her muscles around his cock. But as Winston stilled in front of them and grunted his release, James couldn’t hold back. He thrust a final time and his orgasm barreled into him. All three of them shook and convulsed and cried out in ecstasy.

  Holy hell. He collapsed back into the chair and pulled Miranda down on top of him. She curled up into his lap and Winston stepped over, draping his body around her as they all came down. James didn’t know if Winston had ever had an experience like this, but James hadn’t. They way they all came together—fit so perfectly—it went beyond sex. He needed Miranda in his life. And Winston right there with her. All three of them wrapped up in wicked pleasure together.