Authors: Carol Swan
“Tomas Hunt? You’ve really never heard of him? Well, that’s okay. We both got plus ones, so we knew one of us definitely had to bring you.”
“Elizabeth Smith is my date,” Ethan offered. “She’s a paralegal from work.”
“Barely goes out, she’s so focused on work,” Brad nodded. “I’m sure she just about died when Ethan asked her.”
The party didn’t start until nine, but Ethan and Brad wanted to be there by eight o’clock sharp.
“It’s the time to mingle,” Ethan explained. “Fashionably late ended when the ball dropped in 1999. Now, one can never be too early.”
“Though we still like to keep it to one hour, if we can,” Brad agreed.
They took the limo again. When Aubrey came out in her dress, Brad audibly gasped while Ethan smirked and raised a glass to her. On the ride over, though, the boys could tell she was nervous. They tried to encourage her to drink, but the last thing she wanted was to get drunk and embarrass them around their people. No, she’d leave the drinking for later, thanks.
A valet was stationed at the doors, but their driver simply left with the instructions to be on call until midnight. After that, the boys both agreed they’d better be too drunk to care about taking a taxi home if they missed the time.
Ethan told them to go on at the door that he was waiting for Elizabeth. A man asked them for invitations just a few feet in, and Aubrey could tell Brad was both surprised and insulted to actually be asked. Once the man stopped looking at Aubrey, though, he realized he recognized Brad and awkwardly ushered them both inside.
“We haven’t even gotten inside and they already can’t take their eyes off you,” Brad winked. Aubrey blushed.
If Aubrey was honest with herself, she already knew this “grand party” would be something she never expected – could never imagine. But it still didn’t stop her from freezing in the entrance once they ascended the staircase, eyes wide as she took it all in.
A live orchestra was playing in the back, framed against a giant wall of a window that looked out over all of Manhattan. The skyscrapers glinted in the distance against the sunset, making the buildings appear gold and silver in the vanishing light. Numerous people, all dressed to the nines in their regal gowns and suits, were dancing the same step to the music.
“Well?” Brad asked, “Didn’t I say this was worth it?”
He pulled Aubrey out on the dance floor, whisking her around in a similar dance to the crowd. Every time Aubrey tried to follow it, Brad mixed her up, leading her this way and that. “Stop sweating the details,” he finally whispered when she tried a third time. “Just follow my lead.”
Ethan joined them some time later with a petite redhead on his arm who seemed anything but relaxed. “Elizabeth,” Ethan introduced them, “This is Aubrey.” They shook hands, and it wasn’t long after that Ethan led her away.
“He’s trying to set her up with a guy from our firm,” Brad admitted. “He’s going to make introductions now. See? That’s him, over there. Alexander Tully.”
Aubrey tried to look, but then Brad was leading her out to dance again, and she found that she really didn’t care who this Tully was. She was having fun just knowing Brad and Ethan.
By midnight, Ethan had barely placed the call to the driver in time. Realistically, Aubrey was sure they could’ve called him at one in the morning and still gotten a ride, but it seemed the men’s considerate behavior didn’t stop with her.
They practically fell into the penthouse – Ethan, with his tie undone; Brad, with his shirt unbuttoned and his shoes unlaced; and Aubrey, with her hair a mess and her bare feet wondering just where her shoes had gone.
Once inside, Brad finally kicked off his shoes and grabbed Aubrey once more, twirling her into the living room where she knocked into the couch and fell backwards onto it, laughing. Brad collapsed on top of her outstretched legs and joined in, his wheezing chuckle a compliment to her high giggles.
When she finally wiggled out from underneath him, she fell against his side, clinging to his shoulder for breath. Brad himself let out a final huff of laughter, and fell back against the couch cushions. Glancing down at her, he sighed, and kissed her forehead. Aubrey sat up a little, and kissed him on the lips.
That was all it took for Brad to cup her face and kiss her properly, all tongue and no teeth. Aubrey moaned, and reached up to grab a handful of his slicked back hair. It felt wet in her hands, but she held on and twisted it around her fingers. Brad growled, and pushed forward, deepening the kiss.
Suddenly, Aubrey felt hands on her shoulders, and she realized Ethan was sitting behind her on the oversized armrest, his legs open around her waist. He was giving her a massage, working out the small bits of stress still in her muscles, and kissed her neck.
“You were so impressive,” he told her. “A vision.” he gently bit into her shoulder and immediately started licking it. “Everyone wanted to know who you were, or where you were from.”
Brad broke away for a moment to whisper, “The angel in green, someone called you,” against her lips.
“
Our
angel in green,” Ethan mumbled, and he moved his hands over her shoulders to dip into her dress, taking his massage elsewhere. Aubrey bit Brad’s lips absently, darting her tongue in and around his mouth. Ethan used his position to his advantage and unzipped her dress from the back, squeezing her breasts with renewed interest as the expensive fabric fell away to reveal them.
“Aubrey,” Ethan said, and he tugged on her chin to turn her his way. Brad relented and broke the kiss, turning his attention to the ass Aubrey presented as she faced Ethan. The dress was pooling at her hips – her huge, beautiful hips. Brad gripped her love handles and pressed his face up against her neck, just
imagining
. Reliving all the things he’d already done, and all the things he still wanted to do to her.
Ethan held her breast together, just feeling them there, and Aubrey moved to hold them up for him. His nostrils flared as he let them go and stared at her, presenting them to him. He undid his pants, pushing the cashmere out the way so he could move his cock out from under its confines. He was hard, precum already beginning to pool at the tip, and he leaned forward, pressing his dick in between her breasts.
It disappeared with the slightest pressure, and he moaned from the sight. Just the head was still visible, leaking onto her breasts. Aubrey and Ethan had done this before, so she started moving, picking her breasts up and down, and Ethan closed his eyes.
Brad had one hand holding up her dress, and the other fisting his dick, pleasuring himself to the sight of her. He’d called her ass a peach before, in jest, but looking at it now, he couldn’t think of a more perfect description. He bent forward, and bit her on the cheek, making her jump. She was so sensitive, so responsive – he loved it.
Ethan reached out a hand and cupped her chin, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip. He watched her, eyes half-lidded, and popped the thumb into her mouth. “Suck it,” he begged, his voice hoarse. Aubrey closed her eyes and imagined it was his dick, swirling it around with her tongue and sucking the tip as she moved her head slightly up and down.
Brad gently pushed Aubrey forward, silently asking her to arch her back and get on her knees. She had to prop her elbows on Ethan’s lap, who smiled at the change, so she continued, hoping she wasn’t digging into his thighs as she moved.
Brad got on his stomach and slid under Aubrey, surprising her when he licked her opening. Ethan and Brad had eaten her out plenty of times before, but from underneath. She gasped as he suddenly darted his tongue inside, thumbing her clit at the same time.
Ethan removed his hand and said, “Lick it.” Aubrey could only guess he meant the tip of his dick, so she bent her head, all while keeping his dick nestled between her breasts as she moved them up and down. The precum was thick, but she ignored it, using it as lube as she properly got the head in her mouth and spun her tongue around it. Ethan gripped her hair and breathed heavily, calming himself. He didn’t want it to be over yet.
Brad scooted back out from under her, stepping out of his pants to better spread his legs and balance himself on his knees. He slowly brought his hands up to her ass, then quickly slapped them at the last minute, making them jiggle. Lining his dick up with her vagina, he entered her, not stopping until he was balls-deep in her slick warmth.
Aubrey let her eyes fall shut, her mouth going slack for a moment as she felt Brad. Ethan realized what was happening and lifted her face up to kiss her forehead. He smiled, and then batted her hands away, gripping her breasts himself. He sat like that, just squeezing them for a moment, before he turned them inward so her nipples were rubbing against his shaft. They were a rosy pink, blushing from all the excitement. Ethan kept them there, and started moving them up and down again.
Brad rested against Aubrey’s back, going in and out of her at a pace so quick he was making her rock on her knees. He had an arm reaching over her stomach, his hand playing with her clit as he moved to reach his own climax. Ethan was moving her breasts with snaps of his arms, leaving Aubrey to stabilize herself by clutching onto his thighs.
Brad came first, but he kept rocking, kept moving his fingers faster and faster until he moved them just right and Aubrey visibly shook from the force of her release. Brad slowed down, but kept up the pressure through her orgasm, and only stopped when she stilled.
Ethan came in the middle of Aubrey’s, grunting as his dick disappeared and then reappeared while he moved her breasts, the cum catching in between them.
All three slept on the couch that night.
“You have to visit,” Brad rubbed her back as he hugged her goodbye.
It was just like Aubrey had imagined. The party had happened in a week, but she magically hadn’t been able to return until today, more than a month later. Funny how that kind of stuff happened around Ethan and Brad.
“You’ll have to call us,” Ethan told her, giving her a hug of his own.
“Definitely,” Aubrey hugged back.
The dress had been, sadly, ruined. But it seems the boys had been given the foresight to kick their pants out of the way, because their suits were fine. They’d made it up to her, though – the seamstress had sent over ten new dresses, and of course the boys had said she had to wear them out, so that led to ten new parties they just “had to attend.” Hence, the month-long stay.
“You should visit, too,” Aubrey told them. “That town’s pretty boring without the Billionaire Best Friends.”
“Oh god, do they still call us that?” Brad scowled.
Aubrey just laughed, giving a final wave goodbye, and turned to leave. She thought she was hearing things when two sets of footsteps sounded behind her, but then Brad looped an arm around her shoulder, and she realized she wasn’t crazy – just stupid.
“You can’t come back with me,” she said, but didn’t even try to throw him off. Ethan shrugged to her right.
“Mom’s been begging me to visit more often, anyway.”
“Yeah, and now there’s actually something to do in that small town!” Brad half-hugged her with his arm.
“Libraries. Who knows?” Ethan gave her a sidelong smirk, and they boarded the plane together.
The Billionaire in the Library – Caleb
"Oh, yes! Yes! Count! Yessss…"
Dottie screamed shrilly as a climax crashed against her, wave after wave of self-indulgent pleasure washing over her body as the Count had his way with her.
"Oh, damn." My cheeks hurt from smiling, my excitement over Dottie and the Count's consummation of their relationship after a hundred pages of build-up.
My ears twitched when I thought I heard something in the otherwise-silent library, and I sat up quickly, listening without my romance novel as a distraction. The place had been quiet all day, and as night crept in—a Saturday night, no less—I had no reason to think any patrons would actually show. My library was the oldest in the city, and lacked a lot of the flash and interactive play areas that the newer establishments had. Much like my old romance novels, the building had a certain old world charm and elegance to it.
Unfortunately, charm and elegance didn't bring in the people. Everyone wanted computers and TVs and touchpads. They wanted docking stations for their e-readers and charging ports for their phones. I could appreciate all that; I wasn't opposed to the world modernizing. Hell, I made use of said charging stations when I was stuck on campus all day and my phone's battery was facing the bitter end. But I enjoyed the way my library was designed, with its old stonework and arches, with pillars and beams and dusty old books that no one bothered to read anymore.
Plus, none of the other library techs wanted to work there, and without the competition, the job had been basically handed to me last year. I enjoyed the peace and quiet of the old building, spending most of my time working on my Master's thesis. However, some nights I needed a break—and filthy romance novels with unbelievable premises and dastardly characters were just what the doctor ordered.
I'd been a fan since my teen years, and a part of me always wished my life could be a romance novel with charming heroes and earth-shattering sex. Real life was much blander, that was for sure, and I wasn't about to get my hopes up. Even if people made fun of my romantic tendencies, I went through one novel a week, sampling from the library's extensive old paperback collection whenever the urge struck.