by Alexis Angel
I take a sip of my champagne as I glance back and forth at them. It’s a good thing I’m not actually going to have to choose between these two—if I can hold out until the end, that is—because I don’t know how I could. They’re so very different, but both so perfect in their own ways.
Setting his glass aside, Tristan plucks one of the roses from the vase in the center of the table and trails it across my shoulder and down my arm, sending a shiver through my body.
“You’re gorgeous. You know that?” he murmurs, leaning in close, his low voice drawing my gaze back to those captivating eyes.
Unable to stop it, I feel a blush steal across my cheeks. The way he’s looking at me, like he’s starving and I’m his favorite meal, makes my breath come faster. He lifts the rose to my face and brushes it lightly across my lips, making them part on a soft sigh.
Oh my god, Tristan is too much. Somehow, at the same time I want to both back away from him and drag him closer and replace that rose with his mouth.
“Gorgeous doesn’t begin to cut it, asshole,” Madden says, snatching the rose from Tristan and running it down my throat, continuing the path until the silky petals are teasing the tops of my breasts that are now practically heaving. I’m pretty sure my panties are totally soaked, too.
Madden leans in, biting the tip of his tongue as his eyes follow the rose, then snap back up to my face. He waggles his eyebrows and winks. “I’d say hot as fuck is a better description.”
I laugh. He’s just as over the top as Tristan is intense.
“Dessert?” Tristan asks, lifting a bite of decadent cheesecake to my lips.
My eyes flick back to him, my lips parting involuntarily as I get sucked back into his gaze. I watch him as my mouth closes over the fork. His desire is evident in the way he watches me. I feel my pussy clench in response, and a moan escapes my mouth as the dessert practically melts on my tongue.
One side of Tristan’s mouth quirks up in a smile so seductive I’m starting to forget I need to watch myself.
Madden reaches up and brushes a finger across my lips. “I bet that tastes good.” The gleam in his eyes makes it clear that he isn’t talking about the cheesecake at all. Yeah. I’m going to need to change my panties.
Goddamn. If these two are going to up their game like this, I’m going to have to build up my defenses a bit more. Another week of this might have me begging for them to take me—at the same fucking time.
No bueno. I need to take over the reins here and get back in control. This is my game to win.
“So,” I say, biting my lip as I glance back and forth between the two of them, “I have an idea. I think it’s time the three of us play a game and get a bit more personal. Who wants to play?”
The smiles they give me tells me they have no clue what I’m thinking.
“I’m game,” Madden says. “Always.”
“Bring it,” Tristan says, narrowing his eyes at Madden.
Well, well. The dick measuring contest has already begun, and I haven’t even started.
I grin. “Stand up and take your shirts off.”
I can tell they’re totally thrown off by that. Tristan blinks for a minute, then Madden lets out a whoop.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” He stands up and unbuttons his elegant Hermes dress shirt, flashing me his trademark cocky grin. “I sure have nothing to hide.”
Tristan scoffs. “Well, neither do I.” Reaching for his own buttons, he stands and strips as well.
Hell fucking yeah.
These two are so ripped it’s ridiculous. Thick, sinewy muscle and taut, tanned skin is on full display, and I realize I can have some fun here. I may be hanging on to my v-card with a death grip, but that doesn’t mean I can’t look all I want. Hell, there’s nothing to say I can’t touch either. I’ve been a good girl for weeks and weeks. Resisted all temptation, even in the face of gorgeous men competing to make me feel good.
I totally deserve this. Tristan and Madden are probably the most alpha males we had in the house, yet right now they both have one goal—to win me. Which means they’re a little at my mercy.
I grin as I stand up and walk around them slowly, allowing myself to really look at them. I take my time doing it, and when my eyes drop down, it’s obvious that my perusal has them both rock hard.
My breath hitches in response to seeing those bulges, and I swallow hard.
“So, this game?” I say, stopping in front of Madden first since he was so eager to strip down. I trail my fingers over his wide, strong shoulders and down his broad chest. It’s covered in a black tribal tattoo that spreads across and winds down his arms. I’ve seen it plenty of times already—out by the pool, when he works out, or when he walks around without a shirt just for the hell of it. But seeing him this close, touching him, does something to me. My tongue darts out involuntarily to moisten my lips, and my eyes dart up to Madden’s. He gives me a knowing smirk.
Letting my fingers explore more of him, I run them down his stomach, tracing the ridges of his cut abs, stopping just above his belt, my hands hovering as I continue my tease. “If you’re both wanting to be the one who is so irresistible I can’t help giving it up, I think I need to know what we’re working with.”
Madden chuckles and holds his arms out to the side. “I’m at your disposal, sexy lady.”
I turn to Tristan, letting my fingers linger and brush across Madden’s smooth, hot skin as I move away. I arch a brow at him. “And you?”
Where Madden was all flirty and teasing, Tristan is blazing and fierce. Dominating. In control, even as I attempt to exert my own power. “Whatever you want, princess,” he says, staring at me, almost daring me. “But don’t start something you can’t finish.”
I reach for him, tentatively, testing. When my hands land on his chest, my pulse kicks into overdrive. He’s just as sculpted as Madden, but in a less in-your-face way. Lean and strong. Every inch of him built for efficient power. Madden is all bulk and brawn, but Tristan is hard and lethal. I have no idea what I like more.
They’re both so fucking sexy that I wonder if I might come just from touching them.
Tristan arches a brow as if he’s daring me to do more. So I do. I grab his belt and unfasten it, keeping my eyes on his the whole time, fighting to maintain the illusion of control. Not wanting him to see that my fingers are practically shaking as they come dangerously close to his hard cock. Or that I’m torn between running back to the safety of my room and pulling his cock out right fucking now.
When his pants are unbuttoned and unzipped, I step back. “Take them off.”
Madden clicks his tongue, and I look over to find him still smirking, taunting me as he glances down at his own straining cock and points his hands down in a V to frame himself. “Help a man out here, Megan. You wouldn’t want me feeling slighted would you?”
I laugh. “There’s not a damn thing about you that I’d call slight, Madden.”
“Damn straight.”
I get to work on ridding Madden of his belt, then he takes it a step further, pushing his boxer briefs down along with his pants, his cock springing free.
Holy shit. Yeah, nothing slight about him. He is fucking huge. Thick and pulsing, I wonder how it could even fit inside me—if sex were an option. Which it’s not. Without realizing what I’m doing, I lick my lips until Madden chuckles, calling my attention to it.
“Dessert?” he says with a wink.
I glance back at Tristan, my face flaming, but that doesn’t make me any more comfortable. Not to be outdone, Tristan has already rid himself of the rest of his clothes, too. And, oh my god, he’s just as big. Long and straight, I somehow know he would hit every spot just right.
Suddenly, I’m overwhelmed by the thoughts and sensations taking over my body, making me want to lose control and take both these men in my hands, my mouth, my pussy. Everywhere.
I back up, my eyes darting wildly between them. I shake my head. This little game was a mistake. Because as much as I wa
nt this right now, I can’t have it. Before I can do something I’ll regret, I spin on my heel and race up the stairs, heading for the safety of my room.
6
Tristan
I pace my room, unspent sexual energy making me so on edge I feel like I’m about to lose it.
Goddammit. Get yourself under control, Tristan.
I rake my hands through my hair. Megan has me so fucking hard right now I think I might explode. Her perfect little body, her hungry eyes, her curious hands.
Fuck.
My cock throbs with the memory of the way she took me in, her eyes exploring every inch of me before she let her fingers start to do the same. She’s driving me crazy. I’ve wanted her from the beginning. But now? Now I know I have to have her.
I can’t believe I let her talk me into stripping. Let her just take control like that. I’m the one in control. Always. But something about her makes that control balance on a precarious edge. I’m starting to think it won’t take much for it to tip.
Right now I’d be willing to do just about anything to have her here in my room with me. In my bed. Her hands on me like they were just five minutes ago.
She wanted to touch my cock. I could see it in her eyes. The indecision. Caution warring with desire. With need.
My whole body is still hot from where she ran her hands along my skin. Fucking Madden. If he hadn’t been there just now, I know I could have had her. It wouldn’t have taken much to make her give in to me. It was written all over her face.
He has to go. It’s that simple. Always jumping in with some smartass remark or ridiculous joke. If he hadn’t been all ‘Help a man out, Megan,’ I know she would have reached right into my pants and wrapped those delicate fingers around my dick.
I groan at the thought. Fucking Madden, I think again. But I don’t want to think about him right now. I want to think about Megan.
That sexy mouth, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips, the way her tits rose and fell with each breath, her eyes clouded with lust.
I will have her. I’ll win her over. There’s no way I’ll let that fucker have her. He’ll see soon enough. Megan is mine.
Stopping in the center of my room, my eyes fall on my laptop and an idea somehow makes its way through my sex-clouded brain.
I need to know more about her. Find out about her background. All along I’ve wondered why she was here. Why she was participating in a reality show with those other girls who were nothing like her. There’s something there, but I can’t quite put my finger on what it might be.
I have a feeling there’s more to her than meets the eye. She might be a virgin, but there’s more to that story, too. Some of the girls that were here were virgins because of the way they grew up, repressing their sexuality until they were pushed past the breaking point, past their limits. Until their inner desires took over and made them give in to carnal pleasure. But Megan…
I could see the way she wanted it. The way she wanted to play the game with us. The way she wanted to touch and explore. How excited she was when she saw our cocks. She isn’t some repressed virgin, that much is clear.
I need to dig into her background. Find out more about her. It’s not prying. It’s smart. If I want to win her over, I need to go in prepared.
But not right now. With Megan holed up in her room—probably for the rest of the night—I have plenty of time to do some research.
Right now I have a much bigger problem to take care of. And it looks like I’ll be taking it into my own hands, literally.
Stalking toward the bathroom, I turn the shower on hot and step inside, letting the water from the multi-jet system pelt down on my overheated skin. Bracing one hand on the marble wall as steam fills the room, I grip the base of my cock.
My head drops down and my eyes close as I let out a low groan. I picture Megan in my mind, the way she looked greedily at my cock. The way her hand twitched as it hovered inches from it.
Fuck. I pump my fist up and down my shaft, increasing the pressure as I grow even harder, throbbing and heavy with need.
I picture her tongue darting out again, then I imagine her dropping to her knees in front of me, right there in the dining room. Opening those soft pink lips and taking my cock into her hot mouth, wrapping her lips around it and sucking me off.
A tingle begins at the base of my spine, and my balls tighten. It doesn’t take much. I’m that fucking turned on just by the idea of coming down her throat. A second later I’m groaning as hot jets of cum shoot out, over and over and over.
I lean both hands on the wall as I catch my breath. Megan has gotten under my skin for sure. I can have any girl I want, anytime I want. That’s not being cocky—it’s just the way it is. Yet Megan has me beating off in the shower because I can’t have her. It only makes me want her more. Now I’m even more determined that she’ll be mine before the end of the week.
7
Madden
I can’t wipe the grin off my face the entire way to my bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I let out a laugh as I grip my cock in my fist. Precum is dripping from the tip, and I immediately start pumping my shaft. I wonder if Tristan and Megan are both in their rooms getting themselves off, too.
I sure as fuck think so because after what just happened downstairs? There’s no way they can’t be. That was fucking hot.
Flopping down on my bed, I stare up at the ceiling thinking about Megan as I tug on my dick. She’s amazing. I’ve had a hard-on all damn night, and I thought she was going to send me over the edge when she started unbuckling my belt. Hell yeah.
I love seeing this daring side of her. There may have been hints of it earlier in the season, but this is the first time I’m really noticing just how much fun she might be. I fucking love it. There is no way a girl like her should be a virgin.
Not with a perfect body like that. She’s so damn eager, too. Couldn’t wait for us to strip down and show her our cocks. I could tell. I don’t know if it was the fact that there were two of us there or what, but I don’t think she truly wanted to back off like she did. I think she wanted it. I want to be the one to give it to her. Hard. And deep. Over and over again.
I think about her tits as I thrust up into my fist, using my other hand to cup my balls.
“Fuck,” I grit out as my cock swells. I think about coming all over her tits. The way they were bouncing around all night in that low-cut dress had me so damn hard. I want to rub my dick all over them.
I think she’d like that, too. She might be a virgin, but I can tell she’s a little wild. That she’ll like being adventurous. I want to show her how many different ways I can make her cum.
My fingers tighten around my cock and I pump harder and faster, wishing it was her hand wrapped around it. Her mouth. Her pussy. Her ass. I want to take her everywhere.
I groan through my orgasm as that thought sends it ripping through my body. I cum hard, spraying hot white streams all over my chest as I shudder from the intense pleasure.
Dropping my hand to the bed beside me, I lie there for a few minutes enjoying the relaxed sensation spreading through me. That wasn’t the first time I’ve jerked off—obviously—but it is the first time since I’ve been in this house.
I haven’t had to. There’s been pussy everywhere, just begging to be fucked. But now that it’s just Megan, I’m actually going to have to work for it. Convince her it’s my cock she wants inside her.
I’m determined to woo her. No fucking way will I let Tristan have her. I narrow my eyes. There wasn’t anything she did tonight that indicated which of us she might prefer more. Normally it would be obvious. Body language, words, lingering touches or glances.
But I swear she was equally into both of us. That shit has to change. Jumping up from the bed, I head to take a quick shower, my mind racing. What can I do about this? How am I going to win her over?
By the time I’m cleaned up and drying off with one of the huge, fluffy white towels, I’ve got it.
I just need
to do a little digging. I wrap the towel around my waist and grab my laptop before jumping back on the bed and leaning back against the headboard, one hand propped behind my head while I power it up with the other.
The best way to woo a woman is to know her. Know what she likes, what makes her tick, what her interests are. It gives you an advantage. And right now, I’m willing to grab any advantage I can get. It’s still playing fair. I’m not cheating, after all. No one said anything like this was against the rules. If they didn’t want us knowing anything about the girls in the house, they wouldn’t give us Internet access, right? Right.
So a little insight into Megan’s background only serves to arm me with the things I need to know to make her happy. To make her mine.
Because after that little game she played tonight, I’m only more certain of how badly I want her. She’s fucking amazing. And she may have freaked out just a bit there at the end, but I’ve got this.
All I need to know is a bit more about who Megan is. I dig in, smiling the whole time. Because next time I cum, you better believe Megan’s going to be right there with me, enjoying every second of it.
8
Megan
Sinking down further into the bubbles filling the huge-ass bathtub, I look around the bathroom, wondering if the cameras will be able to tell if I touch myself right now. Probably. I’m so fucking horny, but I don’t know if I can handle the possibility of someone on the camera crew watching me masturbate. Or worse—what if it gets aired on national television with a little censor square over it? Ugh.
I groan and keep my hands visible above the bubbles. I figured a nice relaxing bath was exactly what I needed to help settle this nervous energy before going to bed. But no. All it’s done is make me even hornier.
