Secret: A Stone Billionaire Series Novel (The Stone Billionaire Series Book 5) Page 19

  “Merc?” Leigha asks.

  “Well… no, but…” Merc starts.

  “Nope! If the answer is no, there are no buts, it’s no,” Leigha declares.

  “Ha! I win!” I declare myself victor.

  “Nu-uh, you haven’t had a threesome with another guy,” Leigha points out.

  “A threesome is a threesome,” I argue.

  “Fine, then, I challenge you,” Leigha says clearly.

  Time stops for all of us.

  What the fuck is she suggesting?

  Leigha doesn’t miss a beat.

  She leans over, her lips hover over mine as though she’s about to kiss me, and then she pulls away.

  “You wouldn’t dare, you…chicken,” Leigha tests me.

  She winks to let me know she wanted to say something else.

  Something that sends my mind to wild places.

  Her lips are so close to mine, and I can’t stand being tested like that.

  “Try me,” I growl back.

  Then, my lips are on Leigha’s, and she kisses me, really kisses me, so that our tongues intertwine, leaving us both dizzy and exhilarated when she finally breaks the kiss and pushes me away.

  Merc sits up, suddenly aware of the situation.

  Leigha turns to him, looking in his fiery eyes.

  He’s on fire with need, and she embraces him, eagerly seeking his mouth.

  Their tongues meet, and then I watch them kiss.

  28

  Leigha

  March 19, 2018

  No regrets.

  I find myself pressed up against the door of the suite, Merc’s lips smashed against mine in a violently mind-bending kiss that only further drags me under my lusty haze.

  Evan’s lips are all over my collar bone, my chest, and further down as he pulls my dress from my body, exposing my bra.

  He pulls it away with one swift motion, and then my breasts fall free.

  Evan’s tongue swirls around my left nipple, and I’m in absolute bliss, as Merc’s hand travels up my inner thigh.

  “How drunk are you?” Merc asks.

  “Not that drunk,” I whisper, huskily.

  I smother his mouth with another kiss, then grab Evan by his hair, forcing my tongue into his eager mouth next.

  I have a crystal-clear moment where I know this could ruin everything, but there’s no way I’m turning back now.

  Evan moans with pleasure, and our tongues dance within our conjoined mouths.

  “Good,” Merc says.

  His voice is husky, raw, and I know he wants me.

  They both want me.

  Merc tongue begins swirling around my right nipple as Evan claims my lips.

  His kiss is fierce, and passionate, and unyielding.

  My hands travel into his hair and pull him further into the kiss, forgetting all sense of time and awareness.

  Merc’s hand moves between my legs, and I feel him moving my panties aside.

  Finally!

  The gratification of this man’s touch is too much, and I moan into Evan’s lips.

  Merc’s finger is on my clit, rubbing it gently, while his teeth leave marks all over my collar bone and chest.

  “We should go inside,” Evan pants heavily.

  “I mean, we could do it right here, but I don’t think we need a sex tape out on the ‘Net,” he gasps.

  I can hear the lust in his voice.

  Merc pauses in pleasuring me, and unlocks the door to the suite, expertly sliding his finger across my slit once before moving us into the apartment.

  We all tumble inside, and shamble into Evan’s bedroom.

  Merc unzips my dress slowly, and it falls away from my body.

  I lay back in the bed.

  With Merc and Evan standing over me, I’m sure what I want to do first.

  I sit up on the bed as Evan removes his jacket, and crawls towards me, so I can make quick work of his belt.

  His pants fall to the ground, revealing his pulsing manhood.

  I close my hand around his thick shaft, and then decide I want his cock in my mouth.

  There’s no resisting the temptation now.

  I am all in, and I suck on the tip, swirling my tongue around the head, gently.

  I marvel at it, and notice a drop of pre-cum oozing from it, before taking it in my mouth.

  “God! Leigha!” Evan growls.

  Merc tosses condoms on the bed, and slides off my panties.

  He spreads my legs wide, surprising me, and then his tongue is suddenly lapping against my clit.

  I gasp, and my moan vibrates all along Evan’s thick cock, his hands entangled in my hair, forcing me to take him deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the shaft, as he rams against the back of my throat.

  My eyes roll back in my head in ecstasy!

  Merc’s fingers slowly work their way inside me, his tongue slowly licking my sensitive nub, moving along the sides of my soaking wet pussy.

  He curls his fingers against the inner wall, and I moan again, sucking Evan’s cock, tasting his salty sweat.

  My loud moans excite him further, and his hands tighten alongside my head,

  I take his rock-hard penis in again and again, slamming it relentlessly against the back of my throat.

  I can barely focus on sucking him, as what Merc is doing edges me closer to orgasm.

  Then, he stops.

  I take Evan’s cock, slick with my saliva, from my mouth, gasping.

  “What are you doing!” I protest.

  I look and realize Merc is taking off his pants, his shirt long ago doffed and discarded on the bedroom floor.

  “I’m giving you what you want,” he says with a rough voice.

  I can see my wetness on his face and chin, and I smile.

  My pussy aches for his tongue, and I push Evan back between my eager lips.

  Rough and unforgiving, Merc’s voice only makes me wetter for him.

  Merc slides the condom over his massive erection, and spreads my legs, pulling me towards him.

  Evan follows along, stuck in my mouth, my hand gripping his shaft.

  “Hey! Easy there, people!” he chuckles, then gasps as I take all of him to his balls.

  I massage them with my tongue, choking a little on his length, then swallowing hard to get past my gag reflex.

  I moan with pleasure, and Evan pushes the back of my head so that my face is grinding against him.

  Then, I can feel Merc’s dick touch me.

  For an instant, I am overcome with emotions I cannot understand.

  Then, Merc pushes into me.

  He shows no mercy, and I’m completely full of him in the first thrust.

  “Ah! God! God!” I gasp, as Evan pulls out for a second.

  He’s gasping, and close to cumming.

  I smile at him, as he strokes himself, moving into a more comfortable position.

  I lean my head over to him, opening my mouth to accommodate his fully engorged cock.

  As it slides past my eager lips, I arch my back and stroke Evan’s cock as it enters, while Merc continues to fill me with his thickness.

  Slow and steady, every time he drags his dick out of me, he slides it back in just as slowly.

  I can’t stop his name from coming to my lips, and his name forms around the hard shaft of Evan’s cock.

  I moan with every suck and twist of my tongue, my senses overloaded with pleasure.

  The orgasm from Merc’s fucking me is swift, and powerful, and it comes suddenly, without warning.

  My muscles clench around his shaft, and all I can do is grip Evan’s cock tightly between my lips as I ride the wave of pure bliss, my legs shaking, my body heaving and bucking as I am pinned between my two lovers.

  Evan slides out during one of my more passionate moans, and I futilely try to recapture his lovely member in my mouth, but he’s shifted away from me.

  My frustration is short-lived, as I see him unroll a condom on his massive dick.

  As Merc
pulls out of me, Evan pulls me on top.

  “Evan!” I scream.

  It’s the only word that I can utter.

  Already sensitive from the first orgasm, I grind my hips down against his, in my need and urgency craving yet another.

  Evan pulls me down against him, our lips smash together, and I lose myself again in his kiss.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, Merc’s finger toys with my ass, testing me.

  I shove my rear against him, to let him know he’s welcome to anything he desires.

  Merc pulls me back, away from Evan to find my lips, and Evan’s hands massage my breasts slowly, my hands trailing against his chest as I ride his cock.

  Then, I get what I really want.

  Merc spreads me apart, holding my legs by the calves, and sinks his long, hard cock deep into my ass, his thick shaft sliding smoothly between my ass cheeks.

  I’m so full of both of them I don’t know right from left.

  “Holy shit!” I gasp.

  “You good?” Merc whispers.

  I can only nod.

  Then, I find words.

  “Keep going, don’t stop!” I say, breathless.

  Merc’s cock sinks further into my ass, as Evan pulls me down onto his cock, and it’s ecstasy.

  Our lovemaking is slow, and sensual.

  There’s no rush to the finish line.

  I alternate between kissing Merc, and kissing Evan, their hands all over me, as I writhe and squirm, mewling my delight as I can feel both of their cocks inside me.

  I can feel them pressing my thin membrane of skin between them, my wetness making me slick and tight.

  A different kind of orgasm begins to build, and I can feel it intensify.

  My mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

  I scream without noise, hanging between heaven and earth, as my orgasm blasts out from my legs.

  Merc whispers in my ear.

  “Do you want my cum?” he asks hoarsely.

  I can only nod.

  I’m not sure who’s cock is hitting the right spot, but I don’t care.

  Evan begins to rub my nipples again, pushing up into me harder and I come undone, screaming with the most insane orgasm I have ever experienced.

  It makes my whole body shake and tremble, and I am incoherent in my animal utterings as these men plunder me!

  And, they keep going!

  I can’t stop the next orgasm from rolling through my body.

  “Evan! Merc! God!” I scream.

  Unable to take any more, I crave only for them to never stop fucking me.

  I kiss Evan greedily, biting on his lower lip, as he squeezes my arms tight.

  I grind harder on Evan’s dick, and Merc begins to seriously fuck my ass.

  They’re merciless, drawing out orgasm after orgasm, forcing me to cum again and again.

  Evan lets out a roar, and Merc groans loudly, as we finish together.

  We finally fall onto each other, quaking and gasping for breath, my body singing and vibrating with sexual tension.

  My nerves are frayed, my mouth opening and closing like a fish, as I mindlessly allow the sensations free range over my body.

  Every inch of me is hypersensitive, my feelings and nerve-endings on fire.

  Am I still cumming? I think in astonishment.

  I can’t stop shaking as they pull away from me.

  All I can do is lay back against the pillows, quivering, as my pussy clenches again and again, every moment that I am trying to catch my breath.

  Finally, the shaking and sensations begin to subside, and I find myself weeping from joy.

  My body is sore and I ache all over, but there is not one ounce of regret in me.

  Not one.

  I feel Evan’s arms wrap around me, over my chest, as Merc wraps his arms around my stomach, his head resting against me.

  We say nothing at all, because we don’t need to.

  As sleep closes in, I can feel Evan’s lips press against my forehead.

  Merc gives my pussy one last, gentle kiss, and then blackness closes in on me.

  When we wake up, Merc is gone.

  29

  Evan

  March 20, 2018

  Leigha feels so good wrapped around me, but we’re both jarred awake when we realize that Merc is gone.

  “Where did he go?” Leigha asks, sleepily

  She gets up and slips out of bed.

  Her naked form reminds me of the night before and, even though my head is pounding, I remember that it was fucking fantastic.

  Leigha slips on my dress shirt and pads through the suite.

  I hear her calling Merc’s name.

  But, no one answers.

  “His stuff is gone,” Leigha reports.

  She looks absolutely gutted over Merc just disappearing like that.

  “It was only a matter of time I guess before he had to go back,” Leigha suggests.

  Though neither of us believes that, really.

  I want to drag Leigha back into bed, take off that shirt, and kiss every inch of her skin.

  The way she felt, wrapped around my cock so tightly, is not something I will soon forget.

  And, now that I’ve had it, I want more.

  I don’t ever remember it being that good before.

  Leigha sits down on the bed.

  “Do we need to talk about this?” I ask her.

  Leigha thinks for a moment.

  “No, I don’t think so. I mean, it was great, but no weirdness on my end. What about you?” she asks.

  I shake my head.

  “The only weirdness is Merc just suddenly being gone,” I admit.

  There’s a knock at the door.

  “Maybe that’s Merc,” Leigha says.

  “Wait…” I start to say.

  Leigha is already gone to open the door.

  I pull on my pants as fast as I can for fear that my father might open the door, as we haven’t entirely settled that argument.

  He wanted me to stay away from Leigha.

  Instead Merc, Leigha and I slept together.

  I think to myself that this might be quite difficult to explain.

  “I have a package for Evan Stone,” I hear the delivery man at the door.

  I relax.

  Then, suddenly, I realize that it’s odd someone would be delivering something to us here.

  Fuck!

  I scramble for my gun .

  I had hidden it in one of the drawers.

  I find it and race into the hallway.

  A man has his arm around Leigha’s neck!

  He’s intent on strangling her to death!

  I don’t take time.

  I point, shoot, and hit him square in the head.

  They both fall to the floor!

  I ignore the dead body and rush to Leigha’s side.

  She’s unconscious, her face mottled with blue and purple from lack of air.

  I study her for the gentle rise and a fall of her chest, but nothing.

  I don’t call 911.

  All I care about is reviving the woman I know I love.

  I tilt her head back, blow into her mouth, and start compressions on her chest.

  I’m desperately hoping that she’ll come back to me, that I haven’t lost her too.

  I couldn’t handle the loss of Leigha!

  I’ll kill whoever did this to her!

  Another deep breath, three more compressions, and then, miraculously, Leigha coughs and sputters.

  She’s breathing.

  “Leigha, are you okay?” I whisper gently.

  She tries to speak, but instead grabs her bruised throat, coughing.

  “Shhh, I’m here, Leigha, Evan’s here,” I tell her.

  I pull Leigha’s limp form into my arms as she slowly comes back to life, the color in her face returning to normal.

  “What happened?” she asks.

  “He tried to strangle you,” I whisper.

  “Who?” Leigha is confused. />
  She looks around, sees the dead thug, realizes she is spattered with blood from my headshot, and screams.

  Only it comes out as a choking sound, and she begins to cough again.

  “Take a deep breath, it’s okay, I’m here,” I tell Leigha, soothingly.

  I leave her sitting on the ground as I close and lock the front door of the suite.

  The killer is dressed like as a regular delivery driver; nothing out of the ordinary.

  The bullet wound in his temple seeps blood all over the hardwood floor.

  “Are you okay?” I ask Leigha.

  She covers her mouth with her hand and then removes it.

  I can see her chest rise and fall rapidly.

  “I think so,” she says shakily.

  “Thank God you’re okay,” I say.

  I rush to her side and pull her into my arms.

  “I thought you were dead,” I whisper.

  “I thought I was dead, too. I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t do anything,” Leigha begins to recall what happened.

  “You’re with me now, I’m here, and I’m not leaving your side,” I tell her honestly.

  I hold Leigha closer than ever, wrapping my arms around her body as it shakes, and pray to God we’ll never have to live without each other.

  What almost just happened has shaken me right down to my core.

  I honestly had no idea that my feelings for Leigha ran that deep.

  At that moment I knew that if she died, a part of me would be gone forever, and I wouldn’t know how to recover from that.

  There is no recovering from losing the person you love the most.

  I see who that is, now.

  “Leigha,” I say her name slowly.

  As she looks up at me, wrapped in her arms, I can see her gratitude, and thanks, and a whole slew of other things I can’t decipher.

  Somewhere, deep down inside, she knows what I'm about saying.

  “Evan?” she asks after I don’t say anything.

  “I think, no I know, I know that I…” the words are on the tip of my tongue.

  There’s another knock at the door.

  Our heads whipped around to who it possibly might be.

  I snatch up my gun.

  “Evan, open the bloody door!” Noah Stone yells.

  “Thank God!” Leigha says, and breathes a sigh of relief.

  Is she unaware that all she’s wearing is my blood splattered shirt?