by Alexis Angel
Tristan and Madden.
O-M-Fucking-G.
I cannot believe how hot they are. I seriously was almost ready to hand over my v-card right there in the dining room. Just the memory of their huge cocks has my pussy throbbing, begging for attention, begging to be filled for the first time. Everywhere. By both of them. I can just imagine having Madden’s thick cock in my mouth while Tristan rails me from behind. A strangled moan floats out of my throat. Fuck, where’s a vibrator when a girl needs one? Conveniently not in this house.
What if I hadn’t left them when I did and retreated to the safety of my locked bedroom? I could have ruined everything. I sink down under the bubbles, letting the hot water soak into my hair. Hopefully all the way into my horny brain to clean out all the dirty thoughts I’m having.
But nope. When I resurface, I’m still just as conflicted.
Come on, Megan, be smart. You aren’t some dumb virgin bimbo like those other girls. They’re gone. You’re here. Just look at what you’d be giving up.
Not only is there prize money involved, but this apartment is part of the deal. If I win this thing, all this insanely over the top luxury will be mine. Mine. A fucking ten-person marble bath with a rain shower ceiling? It’s almost too much to hope for. But I’ve made it this far. I can’t toss it all away now because I’m hot for Tristan and Madden.
I’m going to turn into a shriveled raisin if I don’t get out of this water soon, so I climb from the bathtub and wrap a thick, fluffy robe around myself and stand in front of the mirror.
“You can do this, Megan. You’ve got this. Only one more week. You can resist them.” I nod at myself in the mirror, but I don’t think I look very convinced. “Just because they’re the hottest men you’ve ever seen doesn’t mean you have to have them. Be strong.”
“That’s right, girlfriend. Be strong.”
I nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of the voice, and I whirl around, my hand at my throat.
“God, Maya, you scared me to death.” That girl, sneaking around this house like that. Such a creeper. But I love her. “Don’t you think you should announce yourself or something?”
She shakes her head and shuts the door to the bathroom behind her. “I don’t want people trying to listen.”
I arch an eyebrow and point to the cameras. “Hello? Reality show? Nothing is private.”
“The bathrooms aren’t wired for sound, Megan. They’re the only rooms in the whole apartment where we can’t be heard.” She comes closer and lowers her voice. “Though the ones in your room can still pick up our voices if we aren’t quiet.”
I eye her dubiously. “Why are you being secretive?”
“I want to see how you’re holding up. That was a pretty risky little game you played just now.” Her twinkling eyes and smirk give her away, though. She’s not upset.
“It’ll make damn good TV, right?” I say with a grin, trying to think of something—anything—other than Tristan and Madden’s sexy as fuck bodies. “But shit, Maya. That was really close. I’m torn. Like really, truly torn. I want them,” I admit. “But I also want to win.”
Maya grips my arms. “Be strong, Megan. No guy, no matter how sexy or gorgeous or perfect they seem, is worth giving this up.” She gestures around the bathroom, indicating that she’s talking about the apartment. The grand prize.
I sigh. “I know that, logically. But it’s kind of hard to think logically with two huge cocks staring you in the face.”
Maya snickers. “Tell me about it. Can I just say a great big thank you for that little show? Though I’m sure it was even better up close and personal.”
I laugh. “Um, yeah. Obviously. Or I wouldn’t be so confused right now.”
She gets serious again. “Listen, you have nothing, Megan. If you get evicted, you’re essentially homeless and jobless. You need to win.”
I nod. I know all this. But it’s nice to have Maya looking out for me, keeping me focused.
“Okay,” she says, giving me the same pep talk I just gave myself. “You’ve got this. Right? Right.” She lowers her voice again. “But you need to get some rest.”
“Why?”
“Tomorrow is a big day. There’s a twist coming and you need to be prepared.”
I know for a fact that she isn’t supposed to tell me these things, and it only makes me like her more. She really is on my side. I swallow and nod again, suddenly nervous.
Maya gives me a wicked smirk. “Just so you know, you aren’t the only one feeling the pressure. But you are the only one who hasn’t done anything to relieve it.” Her grin widens. “Madden and Tristan both had to jerk off twice before they could fall asleep.”
I gasp, the vision taking hold before I can stop it. I’m instantly wet. “Oh my god, Maya! You watched?”
She laughs. “Nothing is private here. You should remember that. And hell yes, I watched. All I’ve got to say is it’s a good thing you came upstairs when you did.”
I shake my head, but I’m grinning, too, even though I’m a little jealous that she got to see that. At least I know that they were just as turned on by it all as I was.
Maya gives me a hug and starts to leave before turning around and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “Get some rest. No matter what you need to do to relax.”
I laugh as she leaves. Yeah right. She expects me to get myself off after she just told me she watched the guys whack off? Twice each? But when I flick the lights off and climb into bed, still in my robe, I decide it might be a good idea to relieve some pressure myself. I can’t go into this twist tomorrow as horny as I am now. I’ll never be able to focus.
No one can see me under the blankets anyway. So I let my hand dip into my wetness and think about what those two cocks must have looked like cumming all over the place.
9
The Biggest Licker Season Update!
Chase: Hello and welcome to another installment of our analysis of Biggest Licker – the most popular reality show on TV. I’m your host, Chase Worthington.
Nadia: And as always, I’m your co-host, Nadia Moore.
Chase: Well, this has been a very sexy week on Biggest Licker!
Nadia: Agreed! For our viewers on television who caught the highlights, we invite you to explore 24 hours of Biggest Licker on our mobile app, available both for Google Android and iOS devices. Here you can watch the contestants that we’ve all fallen in love with, Megan, Madden, and Tristan, as they engage in the most lewdest and lascivious of sexual flirtation.
Chase: It’s guaranteed to get the dick hard and the pussy wet, I’ll tell you that.
Nadia: Just as we were preparing for this, Chase and I were watching the what audiences around the country are calling the “Big Cock Confrontation” where Megan Wright ordered both of her suiters to strip while she began to size them up based on the size of their yummy looking cocks.
Chase: It was so hot that Nadia and I even started going at it.
Nadia: That’s right audience! It’s a good thing neither of us is married because after a few minutes of watching Megan and two gorgeous, hot, billionaires, I couldn’t help myself and I had Chase’s cock in my own mouth as I began milking it. If we didn’t have to come on the air, I would have made him cum all over me.
Chase: That’s right audience. Unfortunately, we didn’t get that opportunity so I’m walking around with a tent in my pants, and I’m just glad the cameras are only capturing up to my waist. Otherwise I’d have to ask to sit in a wheelchair to hide the, uhm, well you know—
Nadia: Oh no, Chase, you can’t joke about wheelchairs on live national television. We might get fined.
Chase: Oh, fuck. Well, let’s get back to the show. People across America are just buzzing with delight. Megan is starting to stand up on her own two feet and she’s starting to take charge. She had the billionaires naked and fully erect at what was supposed to be a quiet celebratory dinner.
Nadia: What does our young virgin have in her mind to do next?
Cha
se: I’m sure it’s going to be something wild. But this girl needs to stay away from the fire. She might give in if she’s not careful.
Nadia: Please. She’s managed this long. I think homegirl has some sense in her to not open her legs.
Chase: Even if they say just the tip?
Nadia: Especially if they say just the tip. The rules of the contest are clear. Whoever takes Megan’s virginity becomes the Biggest Licker. But if Megan prevails, the Biggest Licker title passes onto her.
Chase: It’s a tough act, trying to stay aloof from so much man meat walking around in the house. I’m totally straight and even I might do them.
Nadia: Ooh, Chase, you can’t pretend to be gay on national television either. Sorry. We might get fined again.
Chase: Fucking Christ. Sorry. Let’s just stick to virgin pussies.
Nadia: To see if Megan’s virgin pussy manages to hold out another episode, be sure to join us this week on….
Voiceover: The Biggest Licker!!!!!
10
Megan
“Morning, princess.”
Tristan’s voice, husky from sleep, sends a thrill through me as I make my way into the media room and settle on the cushy chair facing the giant flat screen. I can’t help thinking about what I did last night before I went to sleep—and what he did. Twice, apparently.
“Hey.” I grin, going for casual as I tuck my feet up under me. Not an easy task when he’s sitting there looking sexy as hell in nothing but pajama pants, his dark hair slightly rumpled from sleep and still wearing the wire-rimmed glasses I rarely see him in. “Sleep well?”
Tristan arches a brow, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “You could say that. Until I was woken from a damn sexy dream about a certain lovely lady by our dear friend Chase.”
“Dude’s a regular fucking cock-blocker coming over that intercom at the ass crack of dawn,” Madden grumbles in agreement as he joins us in the media room and sits on the couch across from Tristan. He’s wearing even less than Tristan—just a pair of boxer briefs—and I can’t help gawking. He rubs his hand back and forth through his light brown hair, then notices me staring and gives me a dimpled grin.
I glance away quickly, my eyes going back to Tristan, but that doesn’t help. I squirm in my chair, hoping they can’t see that my nipples are now hard and pressing against the flimsy fabric of my silky pajama tank and shorts. I don’t know what I was thinking by not changing clothes. We’ve been called into the media room by Chase—the host of Biggest Licker—early in the morning plenty of times. But it’s never been just me and two half-naked men whose cocks had me a wet, horny mess less than twelve hours earlier.
Okay. Well then. Eyes straight ahead, Megan.
I focus on the blank flat screen, and fortunately Chase doesn’t leave us hanging. His image appears on screen.
“Good morning, contestants,” he says, way too chipper for this time of day.
We all mumble some form of greeting, none of us sounding too excited. I keep thinking back to what Maya said last night. That there’s going to be a twist. I have no idea what it could be, but my palms are practically sweating I’m so nervous.
Chase smiles, flashing his perfect white teeth that contrast against his perfect deep tan. His blond hair is perfectly styled, and his clothes look just as perfect. I want to snort at how overly perfect he appears. Must be nice to have a team of stylists making you look that good first thing in the morning.
“You’re probably wondering why I’ve assembled you all this morning.”
Tristan and Madden nod, trading suspicious glances with each other. Like they each expect to be informed that I fucked the other and we’re about to have a surprise live eviction or some shit.
Chase continues. “As you know, on Biggest Licker there’s always something unexpected. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you this season. Now that it’s just down to the three of you, we’ve got a brand-new, never before seen twist that changes everything.”
I bite my lip, my eyes darting to the guys then back to Chase. I feel like I’m going to come unglued if he doesn’t get to the point already.
“Do you want to hear it?” he teases, that perfect smile grating on my last nerve.
Fucking spit it out, Chase, I want to growl. But I sit and wait, twisting my fingers together.
“For the first time ever, we are allowing the contestants to leave the house.” He holds his hands up as I sit up straighter. “But just for the next twenty-four hours. Megan, you will be spending the day on a romantic date with one of the two remaining billionaires.”
My jaw drops. Literally. Not only do I get to leave this house that’s started to feel like a prison, but I get to go on a date? I’ve seen enough reality shows to know that this date will be over the top awesome. It’s almost too good to be true.
Chase keeps right on talking. “We’ve chosen the lucky billionaire at random.” He holds up an envelope, dragging out the anticipation. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Tristan and Madden narrow their eyes at each other, their bodies tense. This is a game changer.
Chase opens the envelope, pausing dramatically, then says, “And the lucky man is… Tristan.”
I glance at Tristan, who now has a smug look on his face as he smirks at Madden. And Madden? Well, Madden is not one bit happy. He stands up, narrowing his eyes at Tristan again in a death glare, then stalks off.
I look at Tristan, not sure what to say next, but then Maya appears out of nowhere, barking out orders about getting dressed and getting moving. “Time to get this party started.”
The next hour is a whirlwind of getting ready, packing for a night away, and getting shuffled out the door by Maya to a waiting limo that takes us to a private jet.
“Where are we going?” I ask as the three of us climb the stairs to board the plane.
“Miami,” Maya says, giving me a watch yourself look before disappearing toward the back of the plane, apparently to give us some privacy.
That leaves just me and Tristan. Alone for the first time ever. I’m sure there are hidden cameras on the plane, but for the first time in a while, I don’t feel like someone is watching over my shoulder.
Tristan takes my hand, giving me a disarming grin, and leads me to the cream leather loveseat. “Would you like something to drink?”
I nod, and he produces a bottle of champagne and two glasses from a mini bar in the cabin like he does this all the time. I have to remind myself that’s because he does. I’m the only one who’s completely awestruck by the idea of flying in a private jet for a romantic date in Miami.
Sitting down beside me, Tristan hands me a glass and clinks his to mine, much like last night. “To the best date I’ll ever go on with the most beautiful woman I could possibly find.”
A smile pulls at my lips, and I have a hard time not sighing. He can be extremely charming. I take a sip of my champagne and look at him curiously. “Have you been to Miami before?”
He leans back, resting an arm across the back of the loveseat. “I have a summer house down there.”
My eyebrows fly up. Again, I shouldn’t be surprised. I shift in my seat. “So this is no big deal then.”
Tristan leans forward and takes my glass, setting them both in a recessed holder on the table beside us. Then he takes my hand in both of his and lifts it to his lips, pressing a slow, soft kiss to my knuckles. “Believe me. This is a very big deal. Taking you to Miami is perfect. This whole day is perfect. You know why?”
A tingle races up my arm, my body hyper-aware of how close we are. I can’t seem to form words, so I just shake my head.
“Because it’s just you and me. I’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks, Megan. And not because I want to catch you off guard and make you lose control—though, don’t get me wrong,” he adds with a naughty grin that makes my breath hitch, “I very much want to make you lose control. But for now, I just want to spend time with you. Get to know you.”
Heart. Melted.
Tristan kiss
es my hand again, then twines his fingers through mine as he leans back in his seat, his dark, intense gaze never leaving mine.
The plane begins to rumble and move beneath us, and soon we’re in the air. I settle in my seat, and it feels totally natural when his pulls me against his side. I breathe him in, my blood rushing through my body, thrumming with anticipation. I have no idea what’s in store for this date, but it’s already the best one I’ve ever been on, and we’ve just gotten started.
11
Tristan
Megan’s eyes glitter with excitement as she spins in a circle in the pool, looking all around us. “I can’t believe this, Tristan,” she gushes. “This feels like a dream.”
She’s like a dream. So fucking gorgeous. I can’t get enough of her.
I stand from where I’m sitting on the ledge in the pool at the Fontainebleau Hotel and walk toward her, setting my hands on her shoulders and turning her toward me in the turquoise water. I feel the shiver run through her, and I love that I’m the one making her feel this way. I can tell how she’s fighting the obvious attraction between us.
She feels it, too. That’s what’s important. I might want to rip her bikini off her right now and sink inside her, but I’m a patient man. I also want to do this right.
“Want to relax in the cabana?” I ask, tilting my head in the direction of the private cabana off to the side of the pool. It’s got everything we could need for an afternoon at the pool. Snacks, drinks, towels, a huge TV, a state of the art sound system—and condoms.
Megan shakes her head and wades a little closer to me in the water that’s lapping at our waists. “Why waste this? I mean, when are we ever going to have a pool like this all to ourselves again?”
I want to tell her that if she chooses me, I can give her anything she could possibly want, including a private pool anywhere in the world, but I hold it back. I might be one of the richest young billionaires in the world, but I don’t throw it around just to get ahead.
