Mergers & Acquisitions: A MMF Bisexual Romance Page 8

  I turn to him, my legs trembling, and run one hand through my hair, pushing stray locks from my face. Grinning, I grab him by the hand and guide him to the captain’s seat; I then give him a gentle push and he falls back, sitting down on it. I climb on top of him with cat-like movements, straddling, and crush my mouth against his without wasting a single breath.

  Our tongues dance and wrestle against one another as I reach for his cock, angling it down and brushing its tip against my drenched folds.

  “You promised me more… And I want it, I want it right now,” I whisper into his ear, slowly easing myself down and allowing his cock inside my pussy once more. Throwing my arms over his shoulder, I close my eyes as he squeezes both my ass cheeks, and then I start rocking my body back and forth. I do it slowly at first, my pussy growing accustomed to the thickness that fills me so completely, but my rhythm grows with each passing second. It’s not as if I’m doing this consciously; no, right now my body is moving of its own accord, some unwritten law of the universe dictating every one of my moves.

  It doesn’t take more than a minute for that rhythm to grow so fierce and out of control that locks of hair become plastered to my forehead and face, beads of sweat dripping down my skin. I throw my head back and moan, grinning to myself as the ecstasy that rages inside of me makes me feel as if I’m as light as a feather and as heavy as the world. Two opposite feelings dancing together inside of me and blending into something different than everything I’ve ever experienced. Alright, that’s not the truth; I’ve already experienced something like this before … with Lucas.

  Two men in the space of a week is nothing to write home about, but when we’re talking about men like Lucas and Ares… well, that changes things, doesn’t it? Sure, I’m the kind of woman who always gets what she wants, be it by hook or by crook, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be surprised by the fact that the two most perfect men I’ve ever met simply can’t control themselves when they're around me.

  “Fuck, I love everything about you,” Ares suddenly groans, leaning forward and pressing his lips on my neck. He nibbles at my skin, running his fingers through my hair and taking a deep breath. “Your smell … it drives me fucking crazy,” he continues, taking both his hands to my hips and pushing me down hard. I scream as his cock goes deep inside of me; he takes charge then, thrusting upward over and over again. He does it slowly, but there’s an unbridled strength to each of his thrusts.

  Yanking on my hair, he forces me to throw my head back and, at the same time, he leans into me and wraps his hungry lips around my right nipple. He bites on it softly, squeezing it between two rows of perfect teeth, and I moan so loud that the thick walls of the plane seem to rattle in their frame. I’m glad we’re not doing this 30,000 miles in the air, even if that means I can’t be a part of the high-mile club.

  “You like that, don’t you? So do I,” he tells me, going from my right nipple to the left one, and biting on it much as he did before. His other hand is on my ass, squeezing it firmly, and I shiver as I feel his fingertips caressing my ass crack. Perhaps noticing it, he starts brushing his index finger over my ass crack, softly running it up and down until all of my body aches for him.

  Pressing his fingertip against my asshole, he starts feeding his finger into me. It goes in slowly, but at a steady pace, and I hold my breath until it’s all inside of me. When my lungs start working again, they do it because of the sudden urge I have to moan and scream, the sound of my wild voice filling the whole cockpit and escaping from it, flying down the rows of empty seats on the passenger aisle.

  Fucking my pussy while he fingers my tight asshole, Ares does it until I feel the pleasant embrace of pleasure again. It grows from my insides, and from there, it spreads through the rest of my body, a gentle tingling sensation taking over my fingertips. Leaning into him, I press my forehead against his chest and dig my fingernails into his back, preparing myself for an orgasm that already looms on the horizon of my mind.

  When it finally hits, it hits with the force of a hurricane. Electricity runs up my spine and a fireball of ecstasy explodes inside my skull, scorching every single thought I have. I surrender to the moment, all past and future fading away into nothingness as the pleasure that I feel right now assumes itself as the only real thing in all of existence.

  “Oh… God… This is so… This is so good,” I moan, Ares' cock slightly spasming inside of me. Both my pussy and ass have tightened up around his cock and his finger - my body so tense that I can’t even move, and still he keeps on thrusting, pistoning his cock into me as if he just couldn’t get tired.

  “And it isn’t over yet,” he whispers and, even though my eyes are closed, I can imagine the wide grin he has on his face. He keeps on fucking me through my orgasm, and he does it so wildly that it doesn’t take long for me to feel another one coming, building up on top of the one still running through my whole body.

  “Don’t—don’t stop!” I plead with him, bucking my hips at him and urging him to go faster. He obliges willingly, thrusting so hard that the muscles in my throat choke a scream that was climbing up.

  My heart feels as small as a dime inside my chest, but it keeps on beating fiercely all the same. Even my mind seems somehow diminished by the vastness of the ecstasy that closes in on me, its claws tearing all sanity away from me.

  “OH GOD, OH GOD,” I finally scream, each word that rolls over my mouth feeling like fire and leather. I claw at his back hard, leaving red lines behind my fingernails, and I buck my hips at him so harshly that he throws his head back and lets out a deep moan.

  Pleasure engulfs me completely and, even though my eyes are wide open, I can’t see a thing. There’s only darkness around me, my mind slowly drifting away and succumbing to exhaustion.

  And that’s when I feel his cock spasming inside of me.

  “No,” I find myself saying, my tongue feeling heavy inside my mouth. “I want you to cum… on me…” I continue, and my body starts working in a fraction of a second. I climb down from him, taking a second to steady myself on tired legs, and then share a smile with him.

  “On me…” I repeat and, understanding the meaning behind my words, he pushes himself off from the captain’s seat and stands up right in front of me. I go down to my knees, my heart beating so fast inside my chest that it drowns all other noises. Raising one hand, I reach for Ares’ cock and, grabbing it, I start stroking him right away. I move my hand as fast as I can, gritting my teeth as I try to push through the exhaustion that fills every single muscle in my body. I do it until pain starts surging in my wrist and spreading through my forearm, and then I just keep on doing it.

  Gritting my teeth, I keep on stroking Ares until a violent spasm finally takes over his cock. Realizing that he’s close, I give him two hard strokes as fast as I can and, a fraction of a second later, a thick rope of cum jumps from his cock and hits me straight in my face.

  I open my mouth by instinct, allowing his seed to fall over my tongue; just a few spasms of his cum and he fills me up to the brim, his raw manly flavor inundating me as drops of cum escape from between my lips and drip down my chin. Smiling as I keep on stroking him, I throw my head back and let him keep on cumming all over me, coating my face with a thick layer of cum.

  “Fuck,” he groans, an expression of pleasure deepening the lines around his eyes and twisting his mouth into a violent grin. “So… fucking… good…”

  I grin back at him as he paints me in white, strands of it now falling in an arch over my tits and chest, my whole body a complete mess. Stroking him more slowly now, I steal the last spasms from his cock until the final drops of cum simply hang from its tip and drip down over my curled fingers. I peel my fingers from his shaft then, and take both my hands to my breasts, squeezing them softly as I smear his load all over me, my fingers tracing smooth lines over my skin.

  “Come here, you’re not done yet,” I whisper at Ares, allowing my body to rock back. I sit on the floor, leaning back against one of the pilot chair
s, and spread my legs back as I allow one hand to wander down from between my breasts to between my thighs, taking his cum to my pussy.

  “No, I’m not done,” he replies, going down on one knee in front of me, a flicker of madness and lust in his eyes. He places his hands on my knees, forcing me to spread my legs even wider, and then leans into me as he parts his lips. I throw my head back and close my eyes as he places his open mouth over my pussy, flicking his tongue at my pussy lips and licking them dry.

  Tilting his head sideways, he sucks on my inner lips one at a time, and then finally moves up to my clit. He wraps his lips around it, his tongue dancing in gentle circles, and then looks up and into my eyes.

  We say nothing; we just gaze into each other’s eyes, our hearts beating at the same pace. Then, moving ever slowly, he runs his tongue up from between my thighs and onto my belly, scooping thick strands of his own cum in the process. He goes all the way up to my breasts, his tongue climbing over its curve, and finally allows his parted lips to embrace my right nipple. He sucks on it harshly, cleaning it from his own seed, and then does the same on my left breast.

  His tongue runs back and forth over my tits, and he only stops when there’s nothing else on my skin.

  “C’mere,” I whisper, placing two fingers under his chin and pulling his mouth into mine. We kiss then, our tongues submitting to that wicked madness that has taken over us both.

  I’m speechless.

  All I can say is that it feels so good to be such a bad girl.

  14

  MarketWatch Journal

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  You Paid How Much?!

  As Wall Street braces for the largest and most expensive corporate takeover in history, the financial world was rocked to it's core yesterday when Ares Strong, head of Strong Capital announced that his firm was willing to borrow up to an additional $1 trillion dollars from the public money markets in order to finance the purchase of Union Airlines.

  Union Airlines's stock has surged in the time that the buyout intentions were announced by both Ares Strong of Strong Capital and Lucas Blake of Carter Jeffries. The airline is now the most valuable company in America, with a market capitalization over $1 trillion dollars and climbing.

  Investors pushed the stock to stratospheric heights today, with shares of Union Airlines now trading at a whopping 542% premium to what they were a month ago when Daphne Kane, the beleaguered CEO of Union Airlines, announced her intention to put the company up for sale.

  Observers see a much needed turn of luck for Union Airlines with two of the wealthiest and most powerful financial institutions on Wall Street interested in purchasing Union Airlines. However, skeptics see something different.

  They see two of the most powerful money men on Wall Street competing with each other to buy the affections of the same woman. Indeed, both men have been romantically linked to Daphne Kane since the buyout talks began and both men have demurred when asked what their relationship status is with the female CEO of Union Airlines. Critics of Ms. Kane point to the fact that she has used her sexuality in a desperate bid to raise the value of Union Airlines's stock.

  "If Ms. Kane wants to wear high heels and sexy pantyhose and short skirts, she's more than free to go do that in her own time, but this is a serious business that she's managing here," a source within Union Airlines was quoted as telling MarketWatch Journal. The source, whom requested anonymity due to the fact that he was close to Ms. Kane went on to state, "Seducing heads of investment banks is not good business practice. If Daphne Kane can't understand that, then perhaps it's time she left Wall Street and went to walk a different sort of street, where she can find clients more willing to satisfy her cravings."

  Industry analysts are split whether Ms. Kane has simply taken advantage of the two banks growing interests in her and her company, or whether she has fostered and attempted to grow it herself. However, there does seem to be unanimous agreement that indeed Union Airlines and Daphne Kane have given themselves a reprieve because of the white-hot interest in the company.

  "If nothing else, the rising stock price has meant that shareholders are happy, even though the company is being sold, and that gives the CEO of Union Airlines a bit more breathing room to do whatever it is she needs to do."

  Time will tell what it is that Ms. Kane needs to do.

  15

  Ares

  Cool it, Ares, don’t be a fucking dumbass.

  That’s what I try to tell myself, but it’s already too fucking late. My shoes are already slapping the concrete under me, my legs carrying me toward the restaurant area.

  You see, I was just by the bar having a drink and enjoying myself when I noticed Daphne and some fucking asshole sitting together and drinking wine. Now, you’re probably thinking that I got a bug on her or some fucking bullshit like that… No, I’m not fucking spying on her; I’m not a fucking sicko like that. I just knew she likes to hang out in this place and it just so happened that I needed a drink and… Oh, fuck it; it’s true, I came here because I thought I might run into her.

  Fucking sue me.

  “Sir, do you have a reservation?” some fucking bald guy asks me, a folder in his hands, but I just ignore him and stroll into the cordoned area, walking between rows of square tables and making my way toward Daphne and her date. Yeah, her fucking date—that guy can’t be older than thirty, and he has the looks of a football player. This isn’t a business meeting, that's for fucking sure.

  “What the fuck, Daphne? How many guys are you fucking?” I ask her right off the bat, standing up in front of her table. Yeah, I’m not exactly the most subtle guy. So fucking what? She turns in her chair to face me, and her date just opens his mouth and lets his jaw hang. Yeah, I know how to cause an impression.

  “I’m sorry?” She offers me a surprised smile, one eyebrow cocked as she locks eyes with me. “I don’t remember marrying you, Ares. And who the fuck are you to ask me that? How many girls are you fucking?”

  Well fuck, I wasn’t expecting that. But that’s because I’m a fucking dumbass. She’s Daphne Kane, not some easy girl ready to crawl at my feet. The worst part is that I don’t even know how to fucking answer her last question. Well, I do know how to answer it … it’s just that the answer is a fucking ridiculous one.

  “None,” I respond, lowering my voice until it becomes just a whisper. “Not after what happened between the two of us. After that, I … I can’t.”

  “Guys, I’m right here…” Her date starts, and I turn to him and narrow my eyes. I think I recognize him from somewhere… Maybe he’s one of these big shot quarterbacks? Yeah, I think I saw him on TV before.

  “Zip it,” I tell him abruptly, and then turn my attention toward Daphne.

  “Ares, you can’t barge in and—what the hell?” she trails off, looking over my shoulder and sighing heavily. I turn on my heels to see what she’s looking at, and guess what? Lucas is walking straight toward us. What the…?

  “What the hell are you thinking, Ares?” he hisses, and his tone is not a happy one. What the…? Is he pissed that I came in here looking for Daphne? That’s fucking rich, since he’s here as well. “I know you’ve been spying on me, and I know that you found out about Daphne and I. But that doesn’t give you the right to --”

  “Gimme a fucking break, Lucas. What happened between you and her? Yeah, sorry to disappoint you, but she won’t look at you again after what happened between me and --”

  “Shut up, the two of you! How the hell are you even here? Are you spying on me?” I look at Daphne, but her last question makes me turn my gaze toward Lucas. Yeah, I guess we really fucked up by coming in here, no need to tell me that. “I knew you guys spy on each other, but this is too much. What do you think I am? Real estate?”

  “I’m not --”

  “Daphne, I --”

  Lucas and I start talking at the same time, and then we look at each other again. I can already feel my blood boiling, and I don’t mean
that in a good way.

  “Lucas, shut the fuck up,” I hiss, mashing my teeth together hard.

  “Why don’t you shut the fuck up?” he shoots back at me, balling his hands into fists and rocking on his feet, his body swaying back and forth as if he’s about to take a swing at me.

  “Why don’t you fucking make me, asshole?”

  “Ask and you shall receive,” he says, raising his voice. Heads start turning toward us and I can feel a kind of heavy silence taking over the dining room. Yeah, we’re the life of the party, everyone.

  “Screw this, I’m gonna go,” Daphne’s date says out of the blue, throwing his napkin on top of the table and going up to his feet. He glances at Daphne for a moment, almost begging her to ask him to stay, but she just looks at him with a resigned look and sighs. Shaking his head, he walks out of the restaurant with his shoulders hunched. I guess that, in the end, it doesn’t matter how big of a fucking star you are—you’re just no match for two guys like Lucas and I.

  “Thanks for ruining my date,” she sighs heavily, looking from me to Lucas.

  “What? That was Ares!” Lucas starts, glancing at me with a hateful expression.

  “Me? That’s fucking high and mighty of you, Lucas. You’re the one chasing me all the way here so that you could keep tabs on Daphne and I … What are you, some kind of fucking pervert? Do you get off on watching us together?”

  Maybe I’ve overdone it now, but what the fuck. It’s not my fault that he’s a sore loser. Thing is, Lucas is a sore loser with a heavy right hook.

  Swinging his arm, he brings his fist up and drives it straight into my chin. I take one step back, but it’s already too late; his fist connects with my face and I stumble backward, falling over a table where an astonished couple was having dinner.