Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  His mouth takes my pussy and clit together, swirling his tongue around me between sucking me gently. I cry out, the pleasure taking me by surprise. It’s a feeling I’ve never felt, as he’s never done this to me. It seems he has even more tricks, this being one I’ve yet to enjoy, but oh my does it feel marvelous.

  “Carter! I love you!” The words fall out of my mouth, and I can tell they drive him on, because he begins working me over with a new vigor, his mouth eager for me to climax again.

  Between my moans and ecstasy, I’m so lost to him that I feel myself leaving my body. It’s like I’m floating above myself, completely unaware how all of this happened. I can’t believe my life has changed so drastically in so little time. Never did I think I could fall so deeply in love with someone, let alone Carter Blaine, the man that every woman in the world wants to fall for.

  He is everything I ever dreamed of and more, and he's so in love with me he’s happy to please me even when he can’t please himself.

  “Mmm… I love you more, baby,” he glances up to me, biting his lip with that hunger in his eyes and I know he wants me as bad as I want him.

  My goodness, this is the most intense waiting period of my life. It’s like we both want to explode, but I’m the only one about to now. My body is twisting beneath him, his lips back on my sex, as his hands reach up to massage each of my breasts. The vibrations begin in my belly as always, and then they’re climbing through my body until it feels like every inch, every curve, every hair on my body, is stimulated to its maximum level and I’m a gentle nod away from losing control.

  Unlike the previous four orgasms, Carter chooses to build me up slowly this time, his pace slowing and speeding up in the way he does when he wants me to cum hard and long. He’s after a big finale for sure. I can’t blame him, but I know my body is spent already. My clit is swollen and overly sensitive, and my heart is racing again.

  My legs rise in the air as he digs into me with his tongue, his finger now squeezing my razor-sharp nipples while I shove my pussy forward, seeking more pressure. He feels so amazing, my orgasm is only second away until he slows the rhythm again, and my heart rate dips until he starts his attack all over again.

  It’s the sweetest torture, and I’m not even complaining. My body is overly grateful for his performance, and honestly he could do this to me as long as he wants, I’m happy to accept, but I hope he doesn’t. I do still want my climax, my greedy pussy ready for another release.

  “Oh, Carter, baby! Yes!” I yell. I’m close, very close, and he’s not slowing this time, so I think there might be a chance he’s going to let me go all the way. I brace myself, knowing this may tear me apart, my body fragile from the day’s events.

  “Mmm…” he moans into my sex, my body arching and twisting, wanting him to take more of me into his mouth but also wanting to pull away, run away from the pleasure I know will spark an explosion within me. It’s a weird contradiction in my mind.

  “Yes! Yes! Right there, baby!” I yell. Carter runs his fingertips down my body quickly, my sensitive skin coming alive beneath his touch. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he begins hitting my g-spot with his fingers curling upward as he licks my opening, his tongue subtly stimulating my clit.

  I feel myself going over the edge, a strange sound coming from my mouth as I moan and cry all at once, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks. The sensation is just too intense, every single one of my emotions seem to seep out of me as my hormones overflow.

  “Oh God!” I cry as I rattle, my legs in the air, shaking uncontrollably, my nipples are ringing with sensation as my climax goes over the edge, pouring out into his mouth as he slurps my juices in appreciation.

  “He hums as he drinks my release, his mouth continuing to work me over as I ride out the waves of my climax. It is so unbelievably sexy and erotic. I can’t take how much he turns me on, or enjoys my pleasure.

  In my relationship with men, it’s often been a one-sided exchange, where I care so much about getting them off, but it is not usually reciprocated. Here, I think Carter may actually be more invested in my pleasure than I am in his, which says a whole lot because I’m utterly obsessed with making him cum.

  “That’s five,” he whispers once he’s satisfied that he’s gotten every drop of my release, kissing up my body until his lips are on mine, my arousal distinctly on his tongue.

  “That was incredible,” I breathe, completely out of breath, tears streaming down my face.

  “I told you I was going to make you cry,” he justifies, wiping my tears with the pads of his thumb before kissing my cheeks as I huff in agreement.

  “I love you, Carter,” I manage and he kisses me passionately, responding without a single word. I can feel the intensity, taste his love, as our tongues intertwine with a vengeance, each of us wishing we could take it further, but I won’t allow it.

  We’re so close from his goal, and I won’t be the reason he fails. That level of betrayal is unforgivable and I won’t cross him in that way. I may not have been completely honest, but I will and until then I still have limits on what I’m willing to do.

  “I love you more,” he smirks.

  “It’s a good thing we love each other. It’ll make the sex worth the wait,” I glance up at him and can tell he agrees from the sparkle in his eye.

  Carter

  Six weeks to go…

  I stand in my kitchen and mark off the big square on the calendar I purchased. The thing takes up half the wall, but I don’t care. I need a very visual reminder that I don’t have much longer. That the end is near. The light at the end of the tunnel does, in fact, exist.

  Because this has been one of the hardest fucking weeks of my life. I think I’m losing my mind. The lack of sex has finally gotten to me. Everyone warned me about it. It’s not right, they said. It’s not healthy, they warned. A young and virile man like me should be getting pussy every night of the week. You’ll live to regret it, some cautioned.

  I’m starting to believe it. I think I’m on a downward spiral to crazytown. Just the mere thought of Ashley and her rocking body is driving me out of my mind. I’m hard twenty-four seven. That can’t be good, can it? I’m starting to worry that the lack of blood to anywhere else in my body but my cock might have some long-term effects.

  Ashley just laughs when I tell her this. She thinks I’m making a bigger deal of it than it is.

  But I know better. And I know she knows better too. I can see it in her eyes when she thinks I’m not looking. It’s making her crazy too. She’s doing her best not to tempt me, but if just the thought of her has me hornier than a pubescent boy, the sight of her is a million times worse. Six weeks. I can do this. Six weeks.

  Five weeks to go…

  I walk into my bathroom in a sleepy haze. And instantly regret it. Fucking hell.

  There’s Ashley in my shower, cleaning up after I just went down on her for what feels like the hundredth time in two weeks. Not that I’m complaining. I’m not going to let my woman suffer just because I have to. No, I pleasure her as much as she wants, and then some. Even if my cock does feel like it might fall off from neglect and lack of use.

  I can just read the epitaph now.

  Here lies Carter Blaine. Gone too soon. He died a virgin, after withering away from lack of orgasms.

  Wouldn’t Lola feel like a real bitch then? I laugh bitterly. Probably not. She’d probably just be glad to not have to pay me my two billion dollars.

  “Carter, you okay, baby?” Ashley’s voice startles me from my sadistic fantasy. I almost wish it hadn’t, because now my focus is back on her and her totally fuckable body standing naked in my bathroom, her eyes wide with concern. But I barely notice her eyes. All I see are two gorgeous tits, nipples fully erect as she stares at my equally erect cock, now practically dripping with cum. I swear, I’m probably going to revert to adolescence here soon and start having wet dreams if I don’t get off soon.

  I feel my cock twitch as I imagining coming all over her
tits. With a sound that borders on being a little unhinged, I leave the bathroom and Ashley’s gorgeous tits. Five weeks. I can do this. Five weeks.

  Four weeks to go…

  I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.

  “Carter? Baby? Are you okay?” Ashley’s concerned voice brings me back to reality.

  “It’s okay,” I mumble, rolling over in the bed and burying my head under my pillow. I love having her in my bed, but it’s a slow form of torture. Forget waterboarding. Those fuckers have no idea. Just stick them in bed with a woman as hot as my girl, then tell them they can’t do anything about it. That’s the way to punish someone.

  God, that dream. I swear I thought it was real. It felt so real. In it, I was fucking Ashley. Hard. Rough. Bareback. Right in her sweet, tight little pussy. It was heaven. It was everything.

  And then I fucking woke up.

  Four weeks. Then she’s all mine. I can do this. Four weeks.

  Three weeks to go…

  “Carter, baby,” Ashley says, her sweet voice making me ache for her. That’s all it takes anymore. The end is so near I can practically taste it. Or is that the taste of her juices still lingering on my lips? I don’t know anymore. I’m half mad at this point. I look up at the giant wall calendar, just to make sure more time hasn’t passed and I’ve missed it. But nope. Still three weeks to go.

  “Carter?” Ash repeats, her voice more urgent this time. “I just realized something.”

  She sounds excited, and when I look over at her as we relax on the couch, I see a sparkle in her eyes. She has an idea. I can tell.

  “What is it, angel?” I ask, pulling her against me on the couch, my cock pressing into her hip. It’s like a constant companion these days, always hard, always dripping, always begging for attention it just can’t get.

  “I think we’ve overlooked something vital,” she whispers, like it’s a secret. “You know how you can give me head, as long as I don’t give it to you?”

  I nod, not sure where she’s going with this.

  “Well, I know you can’t jerk yourself off, but no one said anything about me doing it.”

  I sit up straight as her words register. What? How could we have been so stupid? I’ve been suffering for almost a month, and here is a perfect solution staring us right in the face. Much like my cock that’s pointing right at Ash this very minute.

  A handjob. Hello. And yes, please.

  Before I can even say anything, Ashley has her soft hands wrapped around my cock, stroking up and down in a way that feels so amazingly perfect that it almost hurts. Or maybe that’s just the backup of cum just waiting to be released.

  “Oh, fuck, Ash,” I moan as she continues to work my cock over. I see her lick her lips, and I know she wants a mouthful, but we can’t. Not yet. But this—this is heaven right here. Having my angel’s hand on my cock, the other dropping down to cup my balls.

  I glance up to the cameras that are installed in my apartment and give one a triumphant grin, lifting both hands to flip it the bird—a giant fuck you to Lola and anyone else who made me suffer all this time.

  And, oh fuck, I’m so close. I’m about to explode everywhere.

  “I’m going to catch it in my mouth, Carter,” Ashley says, breathless, her eyes so dark with desire they look almost black. I love that she’s getting off on doing this to me. And the words she just said have my balls tightening, my release treating to burst for at any second. Fuck, how did I get so lucky to find a woman like her?

  Then, just as I feel the orgasm taking hold, the door to my apartment bursts open and Chase rushes in. Ashley’s eyes go wide, and she strokes harder, faster, intent on getting me off before Chase delivers what’s sure to be devastating news. If he’s going to blow this all to hell, I’m going to blow first.

  Right as he reaches the couch, a loud “Nooooooo” falling from his lips, my orgasm rips through me. Huge, hot white jets of cum fly from my cock in giant spurts, every pulse of my release shooting my cum higher and higher. Two feet in the air, three feet, four feet, then—splat. Chase gets a full on facial, my cum shooting him right in the face.

  He stops, his mouth agape as he stares in horror at me. Then he grits his teeth and delivers the message he was sent to give me, his eyes blazing.

  “No. More. Hand jobs.”

  Talk about shooting the messenger.

  Three more weeks. I’ve got this, even without any more hand jobs because that was just the most fucking awesome hand job in the history of hand jobs. I can do this. Three weeks.

  Ashley

  It’s here. Thank fuck. The final week. Only one week to go, and Carter and I can be together.

  I literally cannot wait to have sex with him. The buildup has been so huge that I know it’s going to totally rock my world. He’s so damn sexy. So perfect. Even though he’s had to suffer the past six weeks, he’s still so generous. You can’t ask for much more than a generous lover, right?

  Except he’s so much more. I love everything about him. We’re so perfect together, and I can’t wait to get started on our real life.

  I feel so terrible for him. Walking up to the countdown calendar we made, I wish he hadn’t had to suffer so much these past two months. It must've been terrible. I almost wanted to take a vow of chastity with him just so he wasn’t in this alone, but the look of horror on his face when I suggested it made me quickly change my tune. He told me that it was bad enough that he couldn’t do anything with me, but to be deprived of making me feel would be the ultimate defeat.

  What could I say? I did my part for man and country and spread my legs and let him eat me out to his heart’s content.

  Carter’s in the shower, so I take a minute to check my phone for emails and social media updates. The show is such a hit. The ratings have never been higher in all of the five years of it running. The network must be raking in a fortune. There are betting pools being set up all over the Internet debating over whether or not we’ll crack. Seriously? After all this time, they really think we’re going to give in right at the very end?

  I see an email from Lola and hesitate before opening it. Last time I talked to her, earlier in the week, she was super pissed at me. I failed at the job I was hired for. She was so sure that if we were together, Carter would give in. She didn’t count on me being his support, helping him get through this in his weak moments. She didn’t count on my falling in love with him.

  I toss my phone aside, and just as I’m about to go make something to eat, there’s a knock at the door. I frown. Who could that be? It better not be fucking Chase bringing us some other ridiculous scenario to make us fuck before the season finale. I can just see him saying that we have to sit naked for hours with Carter’s cock positioned an inch from my pussy, just waiting for him to give in and shove it inside. I roll my eyes. They would come up with something crazy like that.

  When I open the door, I’m surprised to see Lola herself standing on the other side. Without waiting to be invited in, she just makes herself at home. I think I might hate the woman.

  If I thought she was pissed the last time we talked, that was nothing compared to how she is now. She’s practically seething. I know why she’s here, even though I’m surprised she actually came herself. The last time we talked, I told her I quit. What was I supposed to do? I can’t do this assignment anymore. When I found out from her what she actually wanted from me, I should have said no from the beginning. I shouldn’t have agreed to it. But I was so desperate to get to know Carter that I did it anyway. And I can’t bring myself to regret it now because we’ve fallen in love. Everything worked out.

  Except now Lola is here in Carter’s apartment. “You really think you can just quit like that?” she says, laying into me.

  “I can, and I did,” I reply.

  “You won’t ever see a penny of that money,” she spits.

  Like I care. She’s just pissed that I’m not playing into her hand. “Doesn’t matter. I quit. That’s the end of it. In fact, why
don’t we just have these cameras leave too? You aren’t going to get what you want, Lola.”

  And of course that’s when Carter makes an appearance, a towel slung around his waist as he strolls in, his eyes narrowing at Lola. “What are you doing here?”

  Lola gives him a haughty smirk. “Just checking in for myself. I find it hard to believe you haven’t had sex yet, Carter.”

  He practically growls. “You did a good job of making sure I didn’t have any options. That was low, Lola, even for you.”

  She shrugs. “It’s just business.”

  The camera crew is packing up as all this is going on, apparently taking me quitting seriously. “You know what?” I say to them. “Wait for a minute. I actually have something I need to say, and everyone needs to hear it.”

  Chase runs in. He must stay parked outside of Carter’s apartment or something because he sure does pop in at a moment’s notice.

  “Ashley, no. You can’t say anything.”

  “What the hell is going on here?” Carter bursts out, totally confused.

  I turn to him, regret filling my chest. I should've just told him this part eight weeks ago when he first asked. But I was scared to do it then. Scared I’d lose him. And while that’s a very real possibility if I come out with this now, I have to. I can’t start a relationship with him without being totally honest.

  “Ashley,” Chase warns. “You signed a contract. You can’t—”

  “No,” I say, cutting him off. “I can.” Focusing all my attention on Carter, I walk up to him and take his hands. “I have to tell you because I love you. You deserve my honesty.”

  His brow wrinkles and he hesitates when he says, “Ash?”

  God, I hope this doesn’t go the wrong way. I take a deep breath and let it all out.

  “Carter, I told you I was hired to seduce you, and that was true. But there’s more. Something I didn’t tell you. I was actually hired to make you fall in love with me. They thought if you loved me, you’d give in and have sex. So…yeah.” I bite my lip, waiting for everything I’ve ever wanted and finally have to come crashing down around me.