Room One Hundred and Eleven (Bred By Billionaires)

8. Aiden

CHAPTER 8

Aiden

W hen I made the arrangements for room 111, I had no idea how important they would be. As I take in Poppy’s widening eyes and how she sways against Carter when she melts, I’m so glad that I went overboard.

At least according to Carter.

Knox is all for extremes, especially when it comes to having a good time.

No matter what else happens, I’m certain this weekend is going to be that, at least.

Knox closes and locks the door behind us. We’re not leaving until Poppy’s worn out and overflowing with every drop of pleasure we can give her.

“Do you like it?” I survey the cozy set-up.

A linear modern gas fireplace keeps the space toasty, practically begging us to shed our clothes. The warm glow of its evenly spaced flames is echoed by hundreds of dancing flickers from candles of various sizes and heights set on stands, on mantels, and in lanterns around the room.

Anywhere they won’t be a hazard, there are also flowers. Vases overflow with a variety of dahlias in infinite shades of pink, yellow, and orange. Strewn petals dot everything with vivid color.

“What’s that?” Poppy points at the floor.

“The fuck nest?” Knox can’t help himself. He’s been pissing me off by calling it that since I showed him the design.

And once he said it, it stuck, because how else do you describe this?

The fuck-nest is formed by a luxurious round mattress ringed by a custom-made body pillow and an angled feather-filled topper that gives it a concave shape. The whole contraption is covered by faux rabbit fur. It’s thick and soft as fuck.

When I tried it out earlier, lying in the center of the plush bowl gave me a sense of comfort and security that I think Poppy will appreciate. Piles of pillows allow us to adapt our positions and keep everyone from popping a cramp while we’re reclining or contorting ourselves into whatever position is necessary to give our beauty whatever she ends up liking best.

“It’s where we’re going to execute our contract.” Carter can try to make this just another business exchange, but he wouldn’t have to rely on that for emotional distance if she didn’t have him under her spell too.

I glare at him but only when I’m facing a direction Poppy can’t spot my scorn. Then I turn back to her and hold out my hand. “Come with me. See how comfy it is.”

Before she can move forward, I kneel at her feet.

Carter nods, so I slip her heels off. Several inches shorter, she seems even tinier than she did when in paramedic mode—a lamb in badass clothing.

How the fuck are we going to survive when my cock and balls are already heavy and aching with the need to be wrapped in her?

While I’m down there, I get rid of Knox’s and Carter’s thousand-dollar shoes too, then toe off my own.

Sensual instrumental music cuts some of the awkward silence that might otherwise occupy the room as I take care of them.

When I rise, Poppy meets my gaze. “This is…incredible.”

Her lips are parted, begging me to kiss them, as she stares in awe at our surroundings.

But I don’t.

Not yet.

Carter hovers between her and Knox and me to make sure we stick to the plan.

Woo first. Fuck second.

Make it last all night.

Keep each other going so we can load our beauty up over and over.

Give her the best first time any woman’s ever had or ever will.

“Bring her.” Carter is first to step into the nest, reclining on the pile of cushions like a sultan waiting to be served by his concubines. Except Poppy is the center of our attention tonight.

Knox takes one of her elbows and I cup the other in my hand. Together we help her into the center of the squishy fuck-nest—fine, now he’s got me calling it that too—and present her to Carter like the offering she is.

The three of us sit in a triangle with Poppy at our center—her knees together and her legs folded to one side—as demure as possible in that sexy-as-fuck dress.

She plucks a flower from one of the pillows and twirls it slowly beneath her nose, brushing the petals against her soft smile as she inhales its fragrance. “How did you know these are my favorite?”

“Melody and Riley helped us out.” Knox beams at her. It was his idea to ask for tips.

“So this isn’t some generic setup?”

“No, we arranged it special for you.” I tuck a wave of hair behind her ear.

That’s when I notice her eyes growing shiny and the tears welling in them. Oh no.

I wrap her in a hug, and she clutches me back as if afraid to let go so I lift her onto my lap and rock her gently, as if I know how to comfort a woman.

Apparently it works, though. She nuzzles my neck. “Thank you. I’m sorry I almost messed it all up.”

“That’s done.” Carter leans toward a gold serving tray on a low stand situated outside the fuck-nest. It holds a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice and an assortment of fruit, cheese, and chocolate.

He pours four glasses of the finest bubbly, passing them out as Knox swipes a chocolate-covered strawberry from the platter.

“I’m not old enough to drink.” Poppy shakes her head and doesn’t accept her crystal flute.

How did I forget? She’s eight years my junior. Seven for Aiden. Sixteen for Carter.

Tonight we’re going to help her grow up.

“Besides, Gunner told me never to drink from an open container.” She swallows as if we’ll be angry with her for refusing. “Especially not in circumstances like this. A first date, alone together, it doesn’t seem wise.”

“Good girl.” Carter squeezes her knee. “I’m proud of you for keeping your guard up, even though you don’t need to with us. And for listening to Gunner. He’s seen a lot.”

“So have I. Not too long ago, Melody had something slipped in her drink at Riley’s brother’s bar. They called over to the club and Gunner sent me to check on her. Mel was really messed up.” She doesn’t need to explain, but I’m glad she feels comfortable enough to be open with us. “It scared the crap out of me.”

“I heard about that.” Carter frowns.

“Here.” I take a sip from my glass to prove it’s not spiked then offer it to her. “No pressure. You don’t have to have any if you don’t want. But if you’d like to taste it, take mine.”

“What’s the worst that could happen?” She chuckles. “You’re going to have sex with me anyway.”

“Yes. Yes, we are.” Carter adjusts himself, his cock already straining at the crotch of his tux pants.

Poppy surprises me when she reaches for my drink and downs it in a few quick glugs before sputtering.

Knox cracks up as he taps her back. “I’m going to love this. You’re the sort who doesn’t do anything halfway, aren’t you?”

“Gunner says I’m impulsive.” She pouts as if she doesn’t like to think of herself that way.

“Nothing wrong with going all in once you make up your mind about something.” Carter often does the same with business. Of course he’d respect it.

“In that case, can we get on with this before I get cold feet?” She leans forward and bites the strawberry Knox is holding, her teeth grazing his fingers.

Ah, fuck.

“You’re not going to get cold anything with us around.” He’s not as mindful as me or as cautious as Carter. “Can I unwrap our present?”

Knox has never been the sort to calmly peel the paper off a gift. He shreds it and tosses it over his shoulder in his excitement.

It’s kind of nice to always know what he genuinely feels. Carter poses more of a mystery.

Even now. Even to us.

He doesn’t show a lot of emotion…unless we’re fucking.

Then his desires are obvious and intoxicating.

“Help him.” Carter jerks his chin at our beauty.

“You’re not going to?” I’m not an idiot. I get that he can’t. That even his iron-clad control has its limits. But I wonder if he’s ready to admit that to himself.

“I’m going to enjoy the show.” Carter leans back on the mountain of pillows and undoes his belt.

I swear the clink of the metal buckle sets off some kind of Pavlovian response in my crotch.

My dick is hard before he spreads open his fly.

A gasp returns my attention to Poppy. She’s staring at Carter’s cock, which he’s slowly working as he surveys his temporary kingdom and his very willing followers.

“Wouldn’t want you to be shy about being the first one naked.” He shrugs as he watches Poppy and strokes himself.

“What manners!” Knox snorts.

I’m not going to lie, the sight of Carter dressed to the nines in his perfectly tailored tuxedo with his cock out is nearly enough to set me off. I have no idea how Poppy resists climbing him right then.

She wriggles against me, needing something she doesn’t understand yet.

Soon. She will soon enough.

Carter is an evil genius. His distraction keeps her from freaking out as Knox and I peel every scrap of her clothes from her. It takes a while to unzip her dress.

Longer for us to admire her in the lace and satin lingerie we caught sight of in her things earlier.

Carter’s dick speaks for us all when it grows even harder, the first bead of precome appearing at its tip.

“I’ve never seen one before. For fun, I mean. Outside of books, and class, and patients, you know.” Poppy swallows. “They’re not usually so… healthy .”

Whether she realizes it or not, she licks her lips.

“Can I touch it?” She reaches for Carter, but he dodges.

“Not if you want me to have any restraint left when we get to the main event. I refuse to hurt you.”

“Oh.” Even her pout is beautiful. She mutters as if we’re not right there, “I’m not sure I could get my hand around it anyway.”

“Mine’s bigger.” Knox will never let any of us forget it either.

I roll my eyes, making our beauty giggle.

“It’s how you use it that counts.” Carter doesn’t stop stroking himself. “We’ll let Poppy be the judge of who does that best. Finish what you started.”

When Knox would shred her pretty underthings, I stop him. Undoing each of the tiny fasteners and unwinding the delicate straps from her body. Revealing her naked flawlessness bit by bit.

Her breasts are small and perky while her stomach is softly rounded. Imagining it full with our child makes my dick twitch.

It’s obvious she hits the gym. Her legs are shapely and strong for how petite she is.

“There. That’s better.” Carter pats the spot beside him. “Come, lie down while they get naked and then we’ll accustom you to our touch.”

“How?” she asks, though she’s already in motion.

Carter assists her in stretching out on her tummy, her perfect ass on display. He can’t resist a bottom of any sort, and certainly not one as lovely as hers. He rubs it. “Aiden gives the best massages.”

“Mmm…” Her hum is motivation enough to ditch my clothes as fast as humanly possible. Knox is doing the same while Carter—that bastard—unbuttons his cuffs, one at a time.

He drags it out, opening his shirt, stripping for Poppy while giving us the same show.

I reach for him but he shakes his head at me too. “Our beauty needs you.”

Poppy tips her head so she can peek up at Knox and me, admiring our nude bodies as we approach her once more. We kneel, one on each side of her.

Carter finishes removing his shirt before reaching to the back of the gold platter for a bottle of citrus and rosemary-scented oil I hadn’t noticed before. He drizzles it over Poppy. “Rub it in.”

Every inch of her glides beneath my fingers.

“Don’t miss a single spot.” Carter takes care of the rest of his clothes as we do.

It’s addicting, pressing the knotted sinew of her lithe muscles until they unravel beneath the steady pressure of my hands. Tiny mewls escape from her luscious lips.

Helping her relax does something to me, something I think will only be surpassed by giving her even more vivid pleasure in a little while.

I take my time, rubbing and rubbing until her breathing evens out.

Knox helps, switching out with me from time to time so I can flex my hands and stretch my shoulders. With him assisting me, we can do this—or more vigorous activities—endlessly.

We travel from her dainty feet to her scalp, paying more attention to each area that makes her sigh.

It’s probably close to an hour later before Poppy really gets into it. Her muscles have long gone slack. Her inhibitions dissolved beneath our relentless destruction of her resistance.

Now, she whimpers and her breathing begins to speed up.

Carter flashes me a wicked grin.

We’ve got her.

He knows it too.

“Time for the other side.” His command is stern yet quiet, preserving the sensual hush in the room while giving Poppy the barest bit of warning before Knox and I use her hips and shoulders to roll her.

She blinks up at us, even the diffuse glow from the fireplace and candles a lot of sensory input after having her face tucked into her elbow for so long.

“Hello, beauty.” I smile as I lower down, hovering a fraction of an inch above her lips as I look to Carter, who nods.

I stare into her gorgeous eyes as I eliminate the space between us one sliver at a time.

Her lips part on a sigh, not a protest.

So I brush mine over them, barely making contact on the first pass. Letting her grow accustomed to the intimate contact.

Poppy gasps as if I crushed my mouth to hers, despite the glancing connection.

She’s so sensitive, so ripe for us to devour her.

I feed her my groan when she presses upward, sealing us more tightly together. Kissing is one of my weaknesses. I almost never do it with the women we share, just Carter and Aiden.

They’re fierce. Gruff.

Nothing like the sweet beauty gliding back and forth against my slickened lips.

Hell, it could be another hour I spend indulging in this simple pleasure with her. Long enough that our bodies begin to strain toward each other. Grinding and pressing—my thigh between her legs and her breasts against my perspiring chest.

Eventually, Knox cuts in. “My turn.”

His eagerness keeps him from being as gentle as I was with her.

Poppy doesn’t seem to mind. She moans his name and spears her hands into his hair as he makes out with her.

The entire time, Carter maintains his relentless, slow pumping of his hand over his dick.

If I so much as attempted that, I’d blow all over her instead of saving my seed to plant deep inside her. Son of a bitch. That’s not any safer to imagine.

To distract myself, I stroke our beauty again, rubbing up from her feet—their toes now curled into the faux-fur as she feeds her needy noises to Knox.

My hand barely fits between them as I wander upward until I’m poised between her thighs.

“Hold.” Carter’s voice is rough.

I don’t care if he puts me over his lap for talking back later. It’ll be worth it. “Not all of us have your ability to suffer endlessly.”

He shoots me a warning glare that does nothing but rile me further.

“Do you play with toys, beauty?” Carter brushes the backs of his knuckles over her cheek before fisting his hand in Knox’s hair and physically separating him from her sweetness.

“Hmm?” She’s dazed, floating on the desire we’ve stoked in her already.

“We understand you’re a virgin, but do you put anything in this pretty pussy?” I run my hand lightly between her legs, her damp peach fuzz teasing my skin.

She whimpers and arches toward my glancing contact. “Just tampons.”

“Take it slow.” Carter is thinking exactly what I’m thinking, as usual. “Fingers first. And when she’s ready, I’ll take over.”

Fuck her. That’s what he means.

Be the first to possess her. To feel her from the inside out. Her cunt hugging his dick.

For once in the seven years we’ve been together, I’m envious of him.

“Go ahead.” He slaps my ass, spurring me on. “You’re going to kiss her some more while you do it.”

“Why can’t I?” Knox moves aside reluctantly.

“Because I need your mouth for something else.” Carter grimaces when Knox instinctively shifts lower, his face in alignment with our partner’s crotch. “Not that.”

Poppy groans as if she’s disappointed.

“Don’t worry, beauty.” Carter smirks. “You’ll like this better.”

“Doubt it,” she grumbles, making us all laugh.

Not every woman is secure enough, or gets off on, watching us enjoy each other.

“Knox, turn around. Get your knees on either side of her head and your face in that pretty pussy. Eat her while Aiden spreads her open. Get her good and wet for my cock.” He smacks it against his taut, muscled abs.

Our beauty doesn’t protest. Why should she?

Knox’s mouth would win medals, if there were sex Olympics.

He can make me shoot down his throat in record time when he wants.

But most times he likes to play with his food.

Tonight especially.

Everything is slow. Measured. Drawn out and gluttonous.

We’re wallowing in pleasure and enjoying every bit of it as Poppy discovers each new level of rapture.

Knox kisses his way from her collarbones down her middle as I stretch out along her side.

“Give those tits some attention.” Carter grips Knox’s hair again to guide our friend’s mouth where he wants it.

The lucky bastard gets to feel the pressure of Carter’s fist tugging his hair. It’s one of my favorite things of all time.

Tonight, though, I wouldn’t trade it for sipping from Poppy’s lips. I’m swallowing each of her sighs and gasps as I circle her core and Knox sucks on her breasts.

We’re dancing around and around the highlights but drawing ever closer to our targets.

After some amount of time known only to him, Carter smacks Knox’s ass. “Keep going.”

His groan of regret is echoed by Poppy’s around my tongue when he lets her nipple go with a wet pop. It isn’t long before his trail of kisses down her center catches the tips of my fingers massaging our beauty’s pussy.

“Let him taste her.” Carter curses beneath his breath as I feed first one finger and then another to our lover. Knox draws on them, sucking her slickness from my hand.

“Delicious,” Knox pants before nuzzling her mound.

She arches up beneath us, her hands flying around my back. The ovals of her nails leave dents in my shoulder, and I couldn’t care less. Hell, it feels good.

“Get serious,” Carter barks. “Enough playing.”

I know what he wants. But what about Poppy?

Our stares collide as my fingertip delves into the vestibule of her pretty pussy. It’s right there. Poised on entering.

Eager and rash as always, Knox lunges forward and seals his mouth over Poppy’s clit.

She shrieks and bucks beneath us, the upward motion of her hips finding what she sought.

My finger sinks into her.

Heat sears every inch of me that’s embedded in her velvety flesh.

“Very good.” Carter is there, keeping us on track. Making sure Poppy is okay and that we aren’t rushing her or keeping her in suspense too long.

He directs the action, telling me how fast and how deep to go as Knox licks her sopping folds along with whatever parts of my hand get in the way.

Our beauty’s cries escalate as our restraint dissolves.

“She’s tightening around me.” Is that even my voice? It sounds like I’ve been eating glass. “Getting wetter too.”

Knox hums his approval as he laps up the proof.

“Stop.” Carter doesn’t often have to tell us things twice. But this time, he not only repeats himself but lifts Knox off Poppy and tosses him to the side, where he bounces on the embankment of the love nest before crawling back to our sides.

“No, no. Please.” She’s writhing beside me, seeking the pinnacle of our drawn-out seduction even if she doesn’t realize that’s what she needs.

“It’s best if you’re as turned on as possible for this, beauty.” I dust the now-damp hair from her forehead, murmuring against her lips.

“Am.” She’s begging with those wide brown eyes of hers. But when she whispers, “Please,” all of us are lost.

Carter cages her in. He hovers over her on one straight-locked arm. He holds his dick with the other. It’s inches from her center, poised to change her forever. “Are you sure? There’s no going back after this.”

“He’ll stop if you change your mind at any time, but…you know.” I’m trying to tell her she’ll no longer be a virgin by then.

“Thank God.” Poppy moans and reaches for Carter.

The fucker doesn’t just crack a smile or curse or bury himself balls-deep.

He chooses right then to laugh, an actual chuckle, though he’s not known for levity.

I get it. Elation sweeps through me too.

And not only because we’re about to fuck this beauty raw and flood her pussy when we’ve never been with a woman bare before.

There’s something special about her. And this moment.

Knowing we’re giving her something no one else has.

Does she realize she’s doing the same for us?

Carter rumbles deep in his chest as he proceeds, initiating our beauty with her very first bit of cock. The head of his dick, just the very tip, disappears between her legs.

I kiss her again.

All I can see is her face—frozen in ecstasy—while our golden chain glints around her neck and her pulse pounds there in the candlelight.

Working himself in bit by bit, Carter fuses himself to Poppy. She would thrash in her attempts to get him to go faster, but Knox pins her in place for our partner and for me to attempt to soothe with my kisses.

Carter roars. Knox curses. Poppy shudders beneath us.

I’m gone.

As helplessly lost to the forces of nature as our beauty is.

We might be the richest bastards around, but she owns my heart, and I don’t think I’ll ever get it back. Nor do I want to reclaim it.

It’s hers.

I’m hers. She just doesn’t know it yet.

Neither do my best friends.

I’ve been waiting my whole life for this chance to create a family like the one I never had.

Now that I’ve found that bond with Carter and Knox—and soon a child of our own—I want that vision to include Poppy. For her to be as deliriously happy as I am in this moment, and enjoy how incredible the rest of our lives could be with her between us.

As Carter bottoms out in her, her eyes fly open and lock on each of ours in turn.

He’s done it.

He’s staked our claim.

I’m never going to let her go.

None of us are.