Authors: Carol Swan
“Think,” Brad said in her ear. She slapped her hand to the ear and whirled around to look at him, still clutching that side of her face. Brad didn’t make a move to grab her, but rather held up his hands in open surrender. “You couldn’t find two more handsome, eligible bachelors—”
“Brad, please,” Ethan said with an eye roll, walking back to the entrance. He had her keys in his hand, and locked the door with a loud click. “The point is, miss… What is your name?”
“Aubrey,” she said, half-hoping they might remember her. Still, she wasn’t surprised when neither boy showed a hint of recognition.
“My dear Aubrey,” Brad smiled. “When was the last time you got laid?”
Aubrey felt her face flush, the heat coming off in waves. Both boys seemed to notice her blush, and Ethan asked, rather gently, “Aubrey, are you a virgin?”
“What exactly are you implying?” Aubrey demanded, still holding out a hand for someone to give her book back.
“Only the very best,” Brad said, and he brushed a hand against her bare neck. Aubrey shivered in spite of herself. “Want to make those fantasies you’ve been reading…” he leaned in again to whisper. “Come to life?”
Aubrey was a respectable girl. She was the oldest child of three, an honors graduate student, and the town librarian. She was everything her family wanted her to be, and more. She’d lost her fiancé by refusing to quit school and move for him, and after everyone else her age had left, she’d felt helplessly alone. She lived out her adventures through her books, never daring to hope she might, one day, have them realized.
“Just feel it,” Ethan said, his hands in her hair, dotting kisses around her jawline. Brad nibbled on her ear, whispering the promise after promise she’d always longed to hear.
She didn’t say no. She didn’t want to dash everything she’d ever worked for, so she also didn’t say yes. That way, if (when) the two went all over town, telling everyone what she did, she could defend herself and say she’d never agreed to it.
With that thought, Aubrey gave in, tilting her head when Ethan went to her neck, moaning when Brad dropped to her shoulder.
She was, after all, a respectable girl.
“You’re so beautiful, Aubrey,” Ethan said, licking her collarbone. “Your lips have turned the most sinful color…”
Brad, not wanting to be left out, guided her chin to the side and caught her in a kiss. It was sweet at first, petal-soft and tingling, but then he deepened it, grinding their lips together until she felt teeth. It did things to her, that kiss, and she leaned into it, demanding it, and Brad growled in the back of his throat. She felt his tongue a moment later, and then they were fighting, trying for dominance.
Ethan entertained himself in the meantime, leading with the throat and dipping to her breasts. He unbuttoned her shirt and let it hang there, not bothering to untangle her from Brad to slide it off completely. Her bra, surprisingly, had a front latch, and he popped it open to watch them fall. She had to be a D, at least, and he grabbed one in each hand to push them back up. He admired their rosy color as the nipples became stiff in his palms, and Aubrey moaned into Brad’s mouth as he pinched them.
Brad’s hands were wandering, cupping her ass from behind. Brad had always been an ass-man, but Ethan preferred breasts every time.
“Mmm, Aubrey,” Brad drew back, panting. “Do you think you could get on the floor? With us?” He was already lowering her, guiding her with kisses as he dropped. She followed, bending her knees until she was sitting on the floor. Ethan kissed her cheek.
“Aubrey…” Brad meant to ask her, but he found she was already moving. Her hands found his belt, undoing the clasp to pull it apart. The zipper was easy after that, and he sighed as she freed his dick. He was throbbing, and her steady hand felt amazing. “Ohhhh…”
Ethan maneuvered himself to lie on his back, directly underneath Aubrey. She didn’t seem to mind, so he continued squeezing, tugging, biting her nipples. They were a dark red now, probably from all the abuse he was giving them.
He sucked on the left one, rolling it around in his mouth, and used his hands to find her ass. She sat up suddenly, readjusting herself, and by the sigh, Brad let out, Ethan could guess why. Pulling up her skirt, Ethan found her underwear line, and yanked. Aubrey didn’t give any uncomfortable indication that she’d just lost her underwear to pile around her knees, so Ethan took that as a good sign to continue.
Above him, Brad had his hands in Aubrey’s brown hair, staring down at her as she sucked him off. She definitely wasn’t a virgin, not by the way she was bobbing and sucking and swirling her tongue around his head. He tugged on her head, asking, begging her to take him in further. She smiled around his dick, and moved so far up her head was bumping against his groin. She couldn’t hold it for long, but then she kept doing it, kept taking it like that, and he thought his dick was going to melt and disappear.
She suddenly groaned, and Brad could feel the vibrations in her throat.
Ethan grinned as he heard the noise Aubrey let out when he rubbed his fingers against her clit. She was so wet, something he was thankful for since he and Brad hadn’t really thought to bring lube to a library. He went back and forth a few times before bending his fingers and moving to enter. She let him in, and he went knuckles-deep before curling his fingers inside her. She clenched around him.
Brad removed one his hands from her hair, and tucked some loose strands behind her ear. The bun was starting to unravel, and he looked at Aubrey with a sort of wonder. He grabbed the band and let the hair fall, surprised to see that it went well past her shoulders. “Much better,” he breathed, using the hand still in her hair to give her scalp a sort of massage. He used the other to reach over and slap her ass.
Aubrey jumped, but Ethan shushed her from below. “Brad, if you don’t mind,” he said loudly, casting his friend a look.
“Couldn’t h-help myself,” Brad panted.
Ethan rolled his eyes, and continued his ministrations. He started scissoring, and by the way Aubrey curled her toes, he assumed she liked it. “Aubrey,” he said, and she let go of Brad’s with a pop.
“Y-yes?” she asked.
“Are you ready?” he asked, withdrawing his fingers.
“I…” she looked away, half-considering just putting Brad back in her mouth and leaving Ethan to it.
“Aubrey,” he said again, and now he was thrusting his hips up, grinding his crotch against hers. He still had his pants on, but the movement of the hot bulge felt amazing. “I’m not doing this unless you tell me it’s okay.”
Her eyes widened and she looked down at Ethan. He, at least, had noticed that she’d neither confirmed nor denied their advances. Though, if she were being honest with herself, it was a little late to play that game now.
“It-it’s okay,” she answered with her eyes closed, blushing.
Ethan smiled, “Okay.” He fiddled with his pants and Aubrey heard the zipper right before he pulled them off. He stroked himself a few times, and Brad passed him a condom.
He gripped Aubrey’s hips and lowered her from her knees to a sitting position, guiding her onto his cock carefully. She gasped as they moved – she hadn’t been filled in months – and breathed out slowly. Ethan grinned.
“Aubrey,” Brad half-begged, half-demanded as he threaded his hand back through her hair. She reached up to pull him closer and took him into her mouth again, paying special attention to the base – he seemed to really like it.
Ethan began pumping them up and down, taking key moments to pause and just grind inside her. She whimpered whenever he did, and he pinched her nipples in reply. He kept it going like that, and Aubrey tried to help by meeting his thrusts though she had trouble keeping her attention on Brad when she did.
It was with a grinding thrust and his hands on Aubrey’s clit that he heard her moan and felt her clamp down around him. He smirked, and yelled up to Brad, “She just beat us to the finish line!”
“What? Seriously?” Brad laughed, and urged Aubrey to go faster. Ethan started picking up the pace too, though he really didn’t have much farther to go, not with Aubrey still riding out her orgasm and throbbing around him. He came with a satisfied sigh, and Brad cried through clenched teeth as he finished in her mouth.
Ethan helped Aubrey lie down, and Brad dropped to the floor on the opposite side of her. “So?” he asked, still a bit out of breath. “Good as your books?”
Aubrey let out a laugh, and linked hands with them both. “Better,” she told them.
“Oh, you simply must come!” Brad whined, following Aubrey around the library as she put books away. “It’s this grand party – I’ll bet my life you’ve never been to one like it!” He was trying to convince her to travel back to New York with them. Not for long, they promised; just to attend the party of the year, they said – she wasn’t so sure, knowing them.
It’d been a week since… Well. And since that night they’d been visiting her every day, bothering her to come out for dinner or do a little bit more of what they’d done in the library. They were fun, and nice, and surprisingly considerate, but traveling to a place where she had no one and nowhere else to go – it sounded like a bad idea.
“We’ll take our private jet,” Ethan chimed in, not bothering to look up from his hunting magazine. “And, of course, you can ride it back here when you’re ready to leave.”
See, it was lines like that: ‘ready to leave.’ They had yet to give her a real date for this fancy party.
“Please!” Brad begged, blocking her cart as she went to push it to the next isle. “We can’t wait to show you off to everyone!”
“Who is ‘everyone?’” she asked, just the thought making her nervous.
“Oh, you know,” Ethan saved him, rolling up the magazine and tapping Brad on the back of the head with it. “Neighbors, business associates, clients…”
“So, people like you.”
Brad said “Yes!” at the same time that Ethan gave a firm “No.” The two friends looked at each other.
“You’ll fit right in, we promise!” Brad declared, recovering first. “Don’t even worry about bringing anything – we’ll take you shopping.”
“But how long will it be for?”
“Oh, let’s say a week?” Ethan said, finally sharing some sort of timetable.
“A week?” Aubrey repeated. “But I can’t be gone that long! Who’ll watch the library? And I only get two weeks off a year—”
“Don’t worry,” Ethan said. “I talked to dad. This trip will be filed under ‘business,’ so you can rest easy. Anyway, I believe someone named George will watch it for you until you return.”
Aubrey crossed her arms, staring the both of them down. George was a reputable man, an Air Force veteran who liked to volunteer around the library on weekends. It would make sense if he filled in for her. But a week? That was seven days of being stuck with the two Billionaire Best Friends in the same place, with nowhere to hide. She’d already handled them enough this past week, listening to their annoying first class opinions and subtle demands for attention, and it was with a sigh of relief that they parted ways every night. Could she really do another?
“Aubrey, I promise you won’t regret it,” Brad said. “I mean, you haven’t regretted anything we’ve done so far, right?”
Aubrey sighed. “No. No, I haven’t.”
“Then it’s settled,” Ethan clasped his hands together. “Plane leaves tomorrow morning.”
The flight to New York was a relatively short one. Aubrey was glad for the overhead instructions to turn off her phone, as her sister hadn’t stopped texting her as to why exactly Aubrey had been invited to “The coolest city in the world.” Aubrey didn’t feel like dealing with that kind of drama while she was already trying to gather up her nerves to fly – even if it was on a private jet.
They landed in the airport just a few hours later, and really, Aubrey shouldn’t have been surprised by the limo, but she couldn’t help her gasp as she followed Ethan inside. It was just like the plane had been – spacious with a private mini bar.
During the drive, Ethan and Brad were nothing if not gentlemen. They offered her drinks, made numerous toasts to her adventurous spirit, and – once they arrived – held open doors if someone hadn’t already rushed to get it for them. Aubrey was starting to understand how the two Billionaire Best Friends had become accustomed to such an expected life of luxury.
The rumored apartment they shared turned out to be a top-floor penthouse, and it wasn’t even their only one. “This one is a secret,” Ethan shared. “It’s the one we use to host parties and the like. Otherwise, Brad and I both already have our own personal apartments.”
For a secret penthouse, it was certainly stuffed with the finest furniture and appliances. Brad gave her a tour while Ethan made a few phone calls, and Aubrey laughed when she realized they’d stuck her in the guest room wedged between theirs.
It wasn’t until the next day that she learned ‘shopping’ meant having a master seamstress make a house call for her measurements. From there, she was asked to look through multiple catalogues of custom dresses and suits. Regardless of how many Ethan and Brad were trying to make her get, she knew she just needed one for the party, so she chose a nice emerald floor-length gown. The seamstress approved.
The party itself didn’t take place until Friday, the fifth night she’d be staying with them. As much as she’d assumed the two ran everything, it turned out the party would be held at a famous club by a CEO rather than the Billionaire Best Friends at their penthouse.