A Double Dose of Billionaire (Part One) Read online

  Riley smirked. “You know you want to take a look. You’re welcome to come here anytime you want.”

  I sat down with my arms crossed, keeping my eyes focused on the divider.

  “You’re really difficult, you know that? Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder like Ryan did.”

  That was enough to call me to action. I scurried out of the car as if my life depended on it. “Don’t ever think about doing that again.” I raised a threatening finger.

  “Oh, I’m sure I will,” Riley said, licking his lips. I held my breath, taking in his sexy expression.

  Their living room linked the front of the house to the back, displaying their enormous Olympic-sized swimming pool through glass windows. The design of the interior of the house was impeccable. I felt like I was walking through a fancy place designated for tourists rather than a house.

  “Where are your parents?” I asked.

  Ryan led me up the stairs to what they called their ‘main room’ while Riley went to fetch something. I knew what was coming, but the devil in me urged me to follow them anyway. Once I stepped into the house, there wasn’t any turning back. I could feel the wetness building between my thighs, and dirty thoughts began to flood my mind.

  “They don’t live with us,” Ryan said, “We’re twenty-eight. Who still lives with their parents at that age?”

  I could name a few of my college friends who got down on their luck and were still stuck with their parents, but I kept silent about it.

  He gestured down the corridor. “This way.” How many rooms did this place have anyway? Six? Seven? Fifty?

  My eyes couldn’t keep themselves from wandering to naughty places. A tent was already bulging at his jeans. Just knowing that he wanted me was enough to make my heart race. My ability to keep myself in check was getting thinner.

  Their room was as big as my living room, but I was hardly surprised by its size, already having gotten used to the enormity of everything around here. The sight of the bed turned me on and I couldn’t help picturing myself on it with the twins doing all sorts of things.

  “Like what you see?” Ryan asked, slapping me on the butt. He wrapped his arms around me from the back, pressing his hips against me.

  My stubborn self flashed red and demanded that I push the gorgeous man away, but I had fallen far too deep.

  “Hey, we’re not going to touch her just yet, remember?” Riley entered and tugged Ryan away. “We promised Kristie we’d take care of her.” In his grasp was an ice pack. He handed it to me, seemingly concerned.

  I held it there without doing anything at first, not sure how to react to unexpected kindness. Then I put it on my eye. It stung a bit at first but eased the swelling after a while.

  Confused, I said, “I thought that we were here to…” My voice trailed off because I got too embarrassed.

  Riley patted me on the head. “Kristie told us about what happened. You’ve had a long day and need to rest. How is your eye?”

  “Feeling better.”

  Ryan crossed his arms. “I honestly don’t see why we can’t—she’s obviously willing.”

  “Calm down. Mom taught us to be gentlemen, not whores.”

  At first, I let my foolish mind wonder if Riley had lost interest in me, but when I saw the two of them walking out with distinct hard-ons bulging in their pants, I realized that he had been trying to be nice.

  Perhaps I judged them a little too early.

  ***

  The brothers invited me to watch television with them in the living room, but as I looked at the cooking lady chopping up vegetables and carrots, all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss the both of them—aggressively.

  “What is the point of coming here, anyway?” I asked. “You both could’ve just sent me back to my apartment. I can rest perfectly fine there.”

  “We thought you might’ve wanted to get away from the paparazzi,” Ryan responded. The sweet gesture nearly touched my heart but I had to think they planned something more sinister.

  His hands constantly lingered on my inner thighs and I let him do as he pleased, sometimes spreading my legs slightly to give him better access. Ryan’s fingers had somehow slithered their way into my panties. They lightly brushed over my folds and I held back a whimper.

  It caught Riley’s attention. “What in the world are you doing?”

  “She clearly wants it, might as well give it to her.”

  I bucked my hips against Ryan’s digits. “I’m not sure if we should be doing this.” My body clearly wasn’t reacting to the way I tried to direct it. Actually, my mind wasn’t reacting properly, either. Admiring the sexiness of these two males for the last two hours had completely dissolved all my resolve.

  I’d never felt so lusty and wanton before. All my life, I had jerks as boyfriends, each of them barely adept with bedroom skills. The thrill of single life again renewed my need for a good sex experience. Maybe the added heat of having two twins longing to fuck me caused me to act this way, too. The expertise Ryan and Riley had with their fingers was an added bonus.

  Ryan gripped the hair at the back of my head and forcefully pushed his lips against mine. His tongue commanded its entrance and I gave it eagerly. They danced with each other, fighting for dominance, and I was quickly taken over as his tongue slipped deeper, inching its way down my throat.

  “Fuck it,” Riley said. I faintly made out the distant unzipping of his trousers. Another pair of arms joined Ryan’s, snaking their way toward my breasts. I peeked at his crotch with a sideways glance. His cock was already out and completely hard.

  Ryan moved away, leaving a dull ache behind on my mouth. “Aw, I thought I didn’t have to share.”

  “Like hell, I’ve been waiting for this since last Friday. You’re not going to have her all to yourself.”

  The voices of the twins became deeper and rougher, tainted by their lust. Riley led my fingers to his member again and guided them to stroke it before I took over myself.

  “You always get the fun to yourself,” Ryan whined. He shredded his pants and stood up; I came face to face with his cock. It bobbed up and down, inviting me to taste it.

  I hesitantly flicked my tongue over the head, which made Ryan groan. He adjusted it so it was easier to fit into my mouth. I reeled up my confidence and wrapped my lips over his cock. It was a challenge to fit the entire massiveness of it in my mouth; I had to hold my breath to reach its base, and I couldn’t keep that up for long. The taste of pre-cum was salty and musky; there was nothing pleasant about it, but the dirtiness of the act made my pussy tighten.

  Riley moved lower. He removed my skirt in a brutish manner, not caring much for its delicate fabric. My panties went off next, and the next sensation I felt was his nose brushing against my bare cunt with his thumb rolling around my clit.

  I recalled the way they stopped right before I came at my workplace; the way they left me desperate and horny as I trekked up to my office with that telltale blush on my skin. This time they were going to finish the job thoroughly—I had to make sure of it. Without him even licking me yet, I pushed his face against my center. He responded with his wet tongue prodding my insides.

  “You taste good,” Riley muttered, taking a pause from licking my pussy.

  I knew he was lying because I’ve tasted myself before, but his words sent renewed tension to my center anyway. “Don’t stop,” I demanded.

  “Yes, princess.” He smiled slyly before proceeding to press his tongue on my clit. His fingers went up my pussy and he pumped them as fast as he could.

  I moaned as I stroked Ryan’s cock.

  “Don’t forget to suck it,” Ryan reminded, and I went on to do as he said.

  Sweat started to cling to my skin as we rutted in the middle of the living room. I looked at Ryan as his cock throbbed in my mouth and saw him with his eyes closed, fully enjoying the pleasure. Knowing that I was doing well, I sucked him harder with more confidence.

  The tightness in my pussy was beg
ging for release; it built up into a coiled knot. Erotic pleasure shot through me like an electric pulse. Finally, I reached my climax. Unable to contain myself, the knot burst open, releasing white hot pleasure that reverberated through my being. I popped his member out of my orifice, needing to take in large breaths because the orgasm left me breathless.

  Riley stroked me with his fingers even faster, studying me through his hooded eyes. The contractions of my pussy stopped too soon, but they left me in a state of pure bliss.

  That was amazing.

  “I think she’s ready,” Riley said, dragging his fingers out of me, leaving a sticky trail behind.

  Ryan grunted. He bent down and scooped me up. I was on a high and feeling giddy. Without thinking and acting on impulse, I kissed him.

  They brought me to their bedroom and rested me on the bed I thought about fucking them on before. They both removed their shirts, revealing their toned muscles and abs. Although I already came, a jolt of need made me even wetter, if that was possible.

  “Turn over,” Ryan ordered.

  I got on all fours and pointed my butt up to him. He slapped it in response as he liked to do and sent a tremor through me.

  “Stop dawdling and fuck me already,” I said, getting impatient.

  Riley smirked and groped my breasts. “Someone’s being desperate.”

  I scowled at him. Desperate? I wasn’t desperate—it’s just that they’ve been teasing me all this while, parading their cocks everywhere, and now my pussy was aching to have them inside me.

  Ryan pinned my hands behind me and slid into my pussy without so much as a warning. He buried it all the way to the hilt, filling my insides perfectly. Just like that, I found myself close to coming despite him not yet moving.

  “Oh my God,” I mouthed, relishing in the blinding sensation. He immediately began rutting against my ass, barely allowing me any time to adjust.

  He groaned. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”

  His cock pounded against my pussy relentlessly, not stopping even for a second. I cried out his name in wanton heat, pleading for him to stop yet knowing that I wanted more. My mind had turned into butter and I felt like putty in his hands. Tears began to pool in my eyes as the pleasure built up into something more than I could take.

  The strokes of his cock pressed and caressed against my inner walls for the next twenty minutes. Each thrust sent toe-curling heat to my center. The knot around my pussy tightened again. I tried to control it, but I came abruptly and unexpectedly. My walls pulsed around his member. He slammed one last final thrust into me while shouting out a loud groan.

  “Not inside!” I shrieked, reason suddenly snapping through my mind. I took birth control pills regularly just in case, but I wanted to be extra safe. None of my ex-boyfriends had sex with me without a condom before.

  “Too late,” Ryan said. He lost his hot liquid inside, pumping into me as he did, filling every crevice of my walls. I arched my back to accommodate him, half-worried, but the dirty side of me was having too much fun to care.

  When I looked up, Riley was sitting across the room, fisting his member. He was close to coming, too.

  He walked toward me and pulled my head back so I looked straight up at him. “Open your mouth.”

  I did and stuck my tongue out like a good, naughty girl, ready for his cum. He released his semen all over me. He didn’t aim properly—perhaps on purpose—and some of his juices landed on my cheeks; it was warm and sticky. Reluctantly, I swallowed it, knowing that the twins would be unhappy if I spit it out in front of them. Smiling, he said, “Now my turn, princess. It’s not fair if only my brother gets to play.”

  My eyes widened. The last two orgasms had completely drained my energy.

  It took a few minutes for them to get their members back up, but once they did—which was very impressive—I was thrown into a missionary style with Riley positioned at my entrance.

  “I’m too tired. Can we carry on another time?” I asked, but the thought of us fucking managed to arouse me.

  He slammed himself in, entering my pre-soaked core. “No,” he said. He pounded me just as hard as Ryan did, perhaps even harder. I threw my arms to his back, clawing at them, the sudden fucking causing me to moan.

  Ryan positioned his hard-on at my lips. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

  I took him inside my mouth, tasting his juices mixed with mine.

  We rutted well into the night; over and over again. I couldn’t remember when we stopped—I probably got too exhausted and fell asleep.

  ***

  I woke up with the twins lightly snoring beside me. As an early riser, I had gotten bored out of my mind waiting for them to wake up; they slept like logs. Even after I pushed Ryan’s arms and legs off me and rolled him over, he hadn’t flinched at all.

  I clothed myself with one of the twin’s shirts. Wearing their clothes made me feel unusually excited. With boredom as my main motivation, I decided to explore their large mansion. Twenty minutes later, I ended up standing in the middle of their kitchen, working on one of my favorite pastimes.

  I waved the scent of my fluffy waffles toward me—they smelled delectable as usual. I hardly had time to bake or cook anymore, with work, chores and other pesky responsibilities in the way. I felt uppity after last night’s awesome sex. Maybe losing my job was a good thing; I never had so much worry-free time on my hands. The bills could wait.

  I placed the plates on the dining table and gave myself an imaginary pat on my back. They’d be so pleased with these waffles. I could imagine their reactions; cheeks turning rosy with joy. They’d get down on their knees to beg me to stay and cook waffles everyday—

  I frowned. What the hell was I doing? I saw last night’s sexual escapade as a no-strings-attached thing that solely existed for pure gratification. Yet here I was taking liberties in their kitchen, whipping breakfast up for them as if I were their girlfriend. I just thought about wanting to bake and surprise them. Damn it, I really shouldn’t have slept with them. Sleeping with someone always made me develop some sort of attachment with them, regardless of how much I told myself that I didn’t.

  I’d done it. I had a night of amazing and rough sex. Now that I had gotten what I wanted, I should cut all ties and get out of the celebrity drama as soon as I could.

  But I couldn’t help it; I wanted more.

  Ryan and Riley walked down the steps, still in their boxers. “What’s that smell?” They scanned the kitchen until their eyes landed on me. “You’re cooking?”

  “Your kitchen just seemed really high-tech and cool. I wasn’t cooking for you guys or anything particular like that.” I shifted my glance to the ground.

  Ryan took some maple syrup from the refrigerator and poured a bucket load of it onto a waffle.

  I squinted my eyes. “You’re not supposed to eat it like that. You lose all the waffle flavor and it’s not crispy anymore.”

  He cut a large piece of it and scooped it into his mouth. He started chewing, tilting his head back as if deliberating over the taste. Then, he smiled the most charming syrup-covered smile I’d ever seen. “Delicious.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “Glad you think so.”

  Riley took the bottle of syrup from his brother and lightly poured it over his plate in swishes. Now that’s the way Ryan should have done it. I didn’t think my waffles were like those run-of-the-mill kinds; they were supposed to be eaten with style. They were cooked to perfection; crispy on the outside and delectably fluffy inside.

  If I were Riley, I’d also garnish the waffles with glazed strawberries on the sides first, like I did earlier. I had a bowl of them on the counter, but they ate the waffles before I could place them on the plates.

  “It’s pretty good,” Riley said. “Ever thought about becoming a chef?”

  He probably meant it as a joke, but I nodded. “Yeah, when I was a kid. But that’s not important now. Hurry up and finish, I need to do the dishes.”

  “Oh, just leave it; the p
art-timers come by to do the dishes in the afternoon.”

  I figured just as much. No wonder this house was so clean despite being the size of a castle. With as much time as the twins spent fooling around, one could assume that they barely spent any time doing their chores.

  “You don’t mind if I use the shower, right?” I asked, putting the cooking utensils and the plates I’d already used into the sink.

  Riley shrugged. “You’ve used our kitchen without asking, so why not the shower?”

  “Good point.” I removed the band from my hair and let it fall. I had tied my hair up so that it wouldn’t get in the way of cooking.

  Halfway up the steps, two hands groped my breasts from behind.

  I took in a sharp breath. “Hey!”

  Ryan massaged them through my shirt. “You’ll let us join you, right? After all, I was looking pretty forward to morning sex.”

  ***

  My pussy was officially sore. I didn’t let the twins get into the shower with me, but they somehow convinced me to join them for another round of epic sex on their bed.

  Riley snaked an arm around my waist. “And we haven’t even gone to the ‘naughty’ room yet,” he muttered, smiling to himself.

  I had never heard about the ‘naughty’ room, but the sound of it made my insides coil.

  We lied down on the bed, basking in our sex afterglow. The twins looked more rejuvenated than ever, but I was so tired that I had to stop myself from falling asleep.

  “So, about a job,” Ryan said. “We could get you one, you know.”

  I considered the idea. If the press got hold of an arrangement like that, they’d likely turn it into a scandal—not that the scandal wouldn’t be true at first, but it’d without a doubt blow out of proportion in a matter of months, even days. What about the death threats? The twins had a huge female following, and some of them should presumably be crazy. I didn’t want a crazed fan running at me with a knife.

  I put my finger on my chin. “Thanks for offering, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”