by Alexis Angel
“Sounds like a plan, princess.” I take Megan’s hand and lead her back to the ledge I was sitting on and we kick back, soaking up the sun. I let my eyes wander over her body as she leans back with her eyes closed, her face tilted up to the sky. I love that I have her all to myself.
Unable to resist, I reach over and run a finger across her collarbone. Fuck, it would be so easy to slip my hand down inside her top, stroke her nipple to a hard peak, get her wet and begging for me. But I told myself I wouldn’t push too far, too fast. I’m going to earn this. And once I do, I’ll savor every second of my victory.
She looks up at me, her eyes wide and teasing. “Ready to knock out your third virgin already, Tristan?”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Tell me, Megan,” I say, cocking my head. “Why are you here? Why are you doing this?” I gesture with my hand, indicating all of this, meaning the whole show.
She looks away quickly and plasters a big smile on her face. “The same reason any girl would. I’m hoping I can find The One.” I can practically hear the insincerity in her voice, and when her eyes dart around the near-deserted pool deck, I realize why. She’s saying it for the benefit of the nearby camera crew.
She doesn’t believe that’s why she’s here any more than I do. Just like I thought last night when I decided to look her up and find out more. I don’t say anything, though. No need to call her out on camera.
Maya appears out of nowhere, like she has a creepy-ass habit of doing, and tells us they need to get some pictures of us for the website to promote the episode.
At first, I want to complain about her edging in on my space, being as much of a cock-blocker as Chase was this morning. But then I realize these aren’t just any pictures they want. They want some sexy, dirty pictures, and I grin. I am so down with that.
Following the crew’s directions, I pose with Megan, pulling her close and slipping a hand down the back of her bikini bottoms to cup her firm ass. Her breath catches, and I can feel her nipples perk up against my chest.
They give her some instructions as well, and the next thing I know, her soft hands are running up and down my chest, teasing and stroking until I’m fighting off a hard-on with everything I’ve got. I’m sure that’s just what they want on their website. A giant tent in my pants as I feel up Megan. I laugh at the thought.
“What’s so funny?” Megan whispers, pulling back slightly and looking up at me through her lashes. Fuck, that innocent look is so damn sexy.
I take advantage of the moment and don’t answer her, instead threading my fingers through her hair, gripping the back of her neck. Her fingers constrict on my chest, her nails digging in, and I hear the crew go a little crazy. I know how fucking hot this must look. Because she’s looking at me right now with so much pent-up desire that we’re practically radiating sexual tension. Like we’re about to fuck right here in front of them all.
It is going to be so fucking good when she finally gives in to me.
The camera crew gets a few more poses, then starts to pack it up, Maya telling us they’ll let us enjoy our date now. About damn time we got some more privacy.
Once they’re gone, Megan continues running her hands over my chest, then gives me a wicked little grin. “You’re making this hard for me.”
I smirk. “You’ve got that backwards, princess. You’re making it really fucking hard for me.”
Her eyes drop down to my cock briefly, then back up, and I see the same lust flare up that was there last night. But there’s also some resistance. Like she’s fighting some battle in her head.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask again.
She sighs, her fingers tracing some random pattern on my pecs. “The apartment. Tristan, I want that apartment more than anything.”
I think about some of what I found out last night on the Internet. She wants it? Or needs it?
Cupping her face, I tip her chin up. “Megan, you don’t have to hold out for that apartment. I can build you a thousand apartments. Anything you want. Anything you need.”
She doesn’t say anything, just looks at me. And fuck it. I can’t resist any longer.
I take my other hand and press it against her lower back, pulling her closer. Stroking her lips with my thumb, I lean in. Her eyes flutter closed and her lips part on a sigh before I even brush my mouth against hers for the first time. When I pull her full lower lip into my mouth, sucking gently, her hands wind around my neck and she goes up on her toes, pressing into me.
She kisses me back, softly at first, then a bit hungrier. I deepen the kiss, my tongue stroking against hers with a promise of what’s to come if she’ll just give in to what we’re both feeling. This is what we both want. What we both need. All she has to do is say yes.
12
Megan
My eyelids droop, my heart flutters, and my mind spins.
One kiss. One kiss and I’m already spinning out of control, a surge of adrenaline scattering all my thoughts to the wind.
I open my eyes when Tristan pulls back from me, but I say nothing. I just stare back at him, hearing the sound of my own heart hammering against my chest, and then the tip of my tongue running over my lips.
“I’ve been dreaming of this for too long,” he finally says, his words soft and blending with the gentle sound of the water. “These lips…” He continues, reaching for me and brushing his thumb over my mouth.
“My lips are right here,” I find myself saying. I place both my hands on the side of his face and pull him into me, closing my eyes again as I guide his mouth toward mine. The moment our lips touch, I feel a high voltage current running from his body and into mine, and I find desire welling up inside of me. The kind of desire that makes you lose all control.
But I can’t - and I won’t - lose all control.
No matter what.
I use the tip of my tongue to part his lips, his manly flavor - the flavor of oak and spices - hitting me at once. Our tongues dance around one another and, as we kiss, he takes his hands to my waist and presses his body against mine.
A shiver runs up my spine as I feel his naked chest brushing against my breasts, and I almost take the top of my bikini off. I don’t do it, though - if he wants to enjoy my naked body, he has to unwrap me first. Just like a present on Christmas’ day.
Taking my feet off the bottom of the pool, I lift my legs and wrap them around his torso, reeling him in as I throw my arms over his shoulders.
“I could keep kissing you forever,” he whispers, taking his lips off mine. He looks into my eyes and places one hand under the nape of my neck, holding my head still as he takes in every detail of my face. “Fuck, Megan… Why do you have to be this beautiful?”
Now, I’ve been around these billionaire types for quite some time now, and I’ve grown accustomed to their brashness. Still, right now I can’t stop myself from blushing. Boiling blood shoots up from from my heart and makes its way to my face, my cheeks burning as I hold eye contact with Tristan.
There was something so genuine about the way he said it. It wasn’t a pick-up line (we’re past that already), and he isn’t trying to smooth talk his way into my pants. No… He felt something, and he said it without thinking twice, no second intentions hiding behind his words.
I try to think of a suitable reply, but no words make their way to my brain. And so, I just lean in and kiss him again, opening my mouth and allowing a kind of wild frenzy to take over my body and soul.
With my legs wrapped around his torso, my crotch is dangerously close to his, which means that I’m already feeling something hardening underwater, something that wants to devour me… And no, it’s not a shark.
Allowing my body to sink down a few inches, I then rock my hips and press my crotch against his as hard as I can. I feel his hard cock under his swimming trunks, and my heart almost stops - it just feels so… thick. What is he hiding under these trunks? A soda can?
“Someone’s getting excited,” I tell him with a coy laugh, pressing my forehead
against his and enjoying the closeness of his body.
“Is it just me....?” He asks, a devilish grin taking over his lips, his smart eyes focused on mine.
“No, it isn’t just you,” I laugh again, biting down on my lower lip as I feel his tree-trunk of a cock throb under his swimming trunks. More than thick, his member feels long as well… Ten inches, maybe? No, it’s got to be at least twelve. Oh, God, you can bet that I’m as excited as he is right now.
I already feel myself growing wetter and wetter… And I can assure you that it has nothing to do with the fact that we’re inside a swimming pool, water up to our necks.
Running one hand through my wet hair, his eyes locked on mine, Tristan smiles. It’s a gentle smile but, behind the kindness in his eyes, I can see a kind of fiery lust, flames of desire raging inside of him and ready to devour me.
Returning his gaze, I never even blink as I place one hand on his chest and then slide it down, my fingertips slowly caressing the contour of his ripped muscles. When I feel his washboard abs under the palm of my hand, I move even slower, enjoying the hardness of each perfect square of muscle that covers his stomach. More than looking like a model that could be on the cover of a fitness magazine, Tristan has a body that would be worthy of a marble statue - I mean, hell, his muscles already seem like they’re made out of marble.
But I don’t linger on his abs more than necessary; no, there are more interesting things on his body that I still haven’t explored. Oh, but I’m getting there.
My fingers move over the wet fabric of his swimming trunks and, turning my hand around, I flatten my palm against the bulging shape tenting his trunks. I sigh heavily as I feel it pulsing against my hand, and I can’t resist it; I curl my fingers around it, wrapping them around his thickness, and give it a soft squeeze.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he says, leaning into me and whispering the words into my ear.
“I know,” I reply in that same hushed tone, my voice growing heavy with each passing second. “That’s the point,” I continue, closing my eyes as he starts nibbling at the skin on my neck, pulling it between his teeth. I sigh again, my fingers tightening around his cock, and then I simply let go of it - of course, I only do it so that I can untie his trunks.
And that’s exactly what I do.
I undo the knot tying them up and pull at the hem, loosening them up. Then, flattening the palm of my hand against his abs again, I slide my hand down as slowly as I can. My heart tightens up into a fist as my fingers move down, and then it almost bursts inside my chest as I feel the warmness of Tristan’s flesh brushing against my knuckles.
Grabbing his cock, I chomp on my lower lip as the warmness of his huge member spills into my fingers and climbs up my arm. Allowing instinct to dictate the movements of my body, I start moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft, carefully measuring it with each stroke. Yup, twelve-inches at the very least. More than a cock, right now I’m holding a python - one so dangerous it might end up devouring me.
“You’re so big,” I find myself saying, the words spilling out from between my lips before I can even think of what I’m saying. Not that it matters - after all, it’s the truth.
“And it’s all yours if you want it,” he replies in a heartbeat, and I grit my teeth and stop the words from escaping my mouth. If I could, I’d just say yes and surrender to him; I’d offer him my body on a silver platter, and I’d let him do whatever he wanted with this big cock of his. But I can’t - I can’t and I won’t.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” I tease him, nibbling at his earlobe and upping the rhythm of my hand. I feel his breathing start to grow heavy and ragged, and that just makes my pussy even wetter.
“Maybe I can help you make up your mind,” he tells me, once more looking into my eyes. One of his hands trails up the sides of my body and he slides it over the rising curve of my right breast, slowly squeezing it. I look back into his eyes as he does it, my insides clenching as I struggle to remain in control of the situation - and, between you and me, that’s not an easy task.
Hooking his thumb on the cup of my biking top, he pulls it down and bares my nipple, my rosy tip hard and aching. He brushes his fingers over it and then, squeezing my breast so that my nipple is pointing up, he sinks down on the pool a few inches and reaches for me with his mouth. I throw my head back and sigh, feeling him wrap his lips around my nipple; he sucks it into his mouth, his lips tight around it, and runs soft but steady circles around it with his tongue.
I let go of his cock as he works on my nipple, and take both my hands to his hair; tangling my fingers into it, I pull him hard into me and force him to start sucking harder. And, of course, that’s what he does - he sucks on my right nipple as if he intended to devour it and, with his free hand, he pulls down the other cup and squeezes my left breast.
I moan, every single inch of my body on fire, even though I have water up to my neck.
“It’s delicious,” he breathes out as he pulls back from my breasts, coming up for air.
“Of course I am,” I laugh, my voice cutting through the silence in this place. Aside from the sound of the water lapping at the walls of the pool, the birds chirping overhead, and the gentle breeze passing through the canopy of the trees, there’s a silence so deep that it almost feels like that Tristan and I are on a deserted island.
“I wonder what else on you is delicious…” He continues, taking both his hands to my back and undoing the knot on my bikini top. He pulls on it gently and I hold my breath as the fabric leaves my body, my skin prickling with anticipation. Leaving my top, he lets it float away from us and then slides his hands down the side of my body, only stopping when his big fingers are resting over my hips. Then he moves them toward my ass, his fingertips caressing the curves of my cheeks as he cups them under the palm of his hands.
“You’ll find out, won’t you?” I tease him, but his only reply is a wicked grin, one that makes my insides clench again.
“Yes… Yes, I will,” he whispers, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling me up. I react fast, placing my hands on the edge of the pool, and allow him to lift me up. I sit down on the edge of the pool, only my lower legs under the water now, and Tristan rests his hands over my knees. Pushing them apart, he moves forward and places his chest right between my legs, the hunger in his eyes growing in such a way that my heart feels as if it’s going to blow up like a hand grenade.
I take a deep breath as he slides his fingers up to my inner thighs, his thumbs brushing against my groin, and I have to restrain myself from grabbing his hair and pulling him into me. If I did that, I know I’d just lose all control… And God knows what would happen next.
And so I just stand still, now holding my breath as I watch the grin on Tristan’s face widening, his thumbs moving up and down my groin. Moving slowly, he comes for me with parted lips, taking his mouth to the wetness between my thighs.
“Oh God,” I moan as I feel his lips pressed against my pussy and, even though the fabric of my bikini is still between the two of us, it feels amazing. He sucks hard, and a pleasant warm feeling spreads from my pussy to the rest of my body, sinful flames dancing under my skin.
“You like it?” He asks me, pulling back and looking up at me.
“Like it?” I laugh, biting down on my lower lip and placing my hands on his head, my fingers tangled on his hair. “I love it,” I tell him and, with that, I pull him in me. His mouth returns to my pussy, this time with a kind of feverish hunger. He sucks on me for long seconds before pulling back again, but this time he doesn’t look up at me; instead, he keeps his eyes focused on my bikini, carefully taking his fingers to my outer thighs. There, he undoes the knots of my bikini bottom, and all I have to do is lift my ass from the edge of the pool - the moment I do that, he pulls the fabric off of my body and, when I sit back down, I’m completely naked.
I feel exposed but, at the same time, there’s a burning exc
itement inside of me. There’s a kind of deep intimacy when a man’s mouth is this close to your pussy, don’t you think? Sometimes I think that when a man goes down on you, it can be even more intimate than sex itself.
“Let’s see how delicious you really are,” Tristan whispers, and then he takes his mouth to my naked pussy. Reaching for my clit with the tip of his tongue, he presses down on it before running his tongue down to my inner lips. He laps at them eagerly, his tongue moving up at down at a measured pace, and then he rests one of his arms over my leg, taking two fingers to my clit. Stroking it softly, he presses his mouth against my pussy and starts sucking, taking both my inner lips into his mouth and viciously attacking them with his tongue.
I run my hands through his wet hair, my eyes closed as I take shallow breaths, my chest rising and falling at an erratic pace. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and submit to the present moment, both the past and the future becoming something foreign to my brain - right now, I’ve achieved Nirvana. Forget about meditation, yoga or whatever - when it comes to achieving the joys of enlightenment, there’s nothing better than a man who knows how to use his tongue.
“So good…” I whisper, more to myself than to him, and lift one leg, placing both my legs over his shoulder. I then allow myself to fall back, remaining propped up only by my elbows.
Still working on my clit, he starts ravaging my pussy with a kind of fury I had no idea he was capable of. He’s eating me out as if my pussy is the most delicious thing in the world, and that’s enough to make my head spin.
I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his face, and he matches every movement of mine with a flick of his tongue, hitting all the right spots. His fingers keep on rubbing my clit, electricity darting from there and climbing up my spine, and I swear I can almost hear the whistle of fireworks in the distance - and soon enough these fireworks are going to go off inside my skull.
