by Alexis Angel
Then, moving fast, he replaces his fingers with his mouth. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he starts sucking it and jabbing at it with the tip of his tongue; the fingers he had on my clit are now parting my pussy lips, and it’s only a matter of time until he -- whoops! He just did it - he slid his index finger inside of me, curling it upward and taking it all the way to my G-spot. He presses against it hard, and then slides one more finger inside my pussy, the pressure on my G-spot intensifying.
“Oh, fuck, Tristan,” I moan, pulling on his hair and keeping his head trapped between my thighs. Swear to God, I didn’t know that a woman could feel so much pleasure from being eaten out. If I knew he could pleasure me like this, I think I’d have allowed him between my thighs a long time ago…
I can only imagine how it must feel to have his huge cock inside of me, stretching my pussy wide and -- no! I can’t start thinking of that, or else I’ll allow it to happen. And that just can’t be. No matter how much I want it, I must resist it. There’s a lot at stake, and I’m not going to ruin my chances just because I’ve developed an insane craving like this.
“Oh, that feels so… Oh, God,” I pant as he starts sliding his fingers in and out of me, building a rhythm. At first, he moves his fingers kindly, but lust soon takes over their coming and going motion. Before I know it, he’s flicking his wrist so fast that I can’t even tell if his fingers are going in or out of my pussy.
“D-don’t stop! Oh, don’t --” My sentence remains unfinished. Lightning explodes up my spine, and the moment it hits my brain it simply obliterates my capacity for speech. My mouth is open, but the only thing I’m capable of right now is moaning. And that’s exactly what I do - with my head thrown back, I let a loud moan escape from between my lips.
I press my legs together, doing it so hard that I might suffocate him between my thighs - but I just can’t help it. He has unleashed a mind bending orgasm inside of me, and that has made my body tense up so much that I don’t even think I’m in control of it anymore.
“Jesus, what was that?” I laugh as all that pleasure finally washes over me, allowing me to regain the ability to think again.
“That was just… a taste,” he says, taking his head out from between my thighs and floating slightly away from me.
“A taste? Of what?”
“I can do so much more, you know?” He replies, looking at me in such a way that I almost order him to show me what else he can. But I stop myself from doing - I know exactly what’s on his mind, and I’m not going to surrender this easily.
“You want to do so much more,” I correct him with a bright laugh, and then sit up on the edge of the pool. Placing my hands on the floor, on either side of my body, I raise my hips and then launch myself forward, entering the comfortably warm water. I run one hand through my hair, pushing it back, and then float toward Tristan, closing the distance between us.
“What if I do?” He asks me, his hands on my waist again. He pulls me into him and I almost think he’s going to kiss me again, but he just looks into my eyes for a long moment. “I can’t help it, Megan. Whenever I’m around you…” He trails off, but the way his cock has hardened up is enough for me to know exactly what he means.
“I know,” I merely say, and then I crush my mouth against his, taking charge of the whole situation. My hands darts to his crotch and I curl my fingers around the thick shape of his member. I give it one hard squeeze and then I loosen his trunks some more. Now resting my two hands on his waist, I hook my thumbs on the hem of his trunks and pull them down; moving his legs, he allows them to slide down his legs and then simply abandons them under water.
We’re both naked now, and that has awakened something primal and urgent inside of me. Evolution has honed these primal instincts to perfection, but I have to be strong and resist these urges.
But, Jesus, I just want to lace my legs around his waist and pull him to me. I want to feel the tip of his cock against my pussy, and I want him to thrust hard and show me how a powerful man like him handles a woman like me… I want all these things, and I just can’t have them. You have no idea how hard it is for me to accept that.
No matter - I’ll have my fun anyway.
Pulling his lower lip with my teeth, I curl my fingers around his thick shaft and, using my other hand, I cup both his balls. Jesus, everything in him seems to be plus-sized - even his balls feel like something you could use in a tennis match.
“You have no idea how much I want you right now,” he groans as I start stroking him harder, my hand flying up and down the length of his shaft.
“Yeah?” I tease him, lowering my voice until it becomes a lewd purr.
“Yeah,” he repeats, looking at me with an expression on his face that betrays all of his self-control. I have no idea how he’s resisting the urge to simply pin me against the wall and fuck me as hard as humanly possible, but I gotta give it to him - he has managed to reign in his own desire. Handsome, wealthy, hung, and a perfect gentleman… Now that’s a combination you don’t see everyday.
And lucky for him, I happen to love gentlemen.
“Do you want to know where I want this cock?” I ask him, tightening my grip on his shaft and moving my hand faster.
“I’m dying to know,” he groans, an expression of pure delight taking over his face.
“Then come here,” I whisper, peeling my fingers off his cock and turning my back to him. I move toward the stairs that lead out of the pool but, instead of climbing out, I just grab them with one hand.
“Sit there,” I tell him, narrowing my eyes as I look at him. He looks back me for a couple of seconds, not understanding what I want, but then I see his eyes widening as he realizes what I just said.
Moving past me, he grabs the handrails of the stairs and climbs out; then he turns around and sits on the last step, his hard cock dangerously close to my face - exactly where I want it to be.
Locking my eyes on his, I start leaning in, parting my lips and allowing my tongue out. I stop moving when my mouth becomes so close to his cock that I can almost feel his warmness, and then I reach for his flesh with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh, fuck…” He whispers through his gritted teeth, his cock pulsing and brushing against my lower lips. Opening my mouth wide, I start lapping at the tip of his cock, using my tongue to draw long teasing circles around it.
Tilting my head sideways, I run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft, taking it all the way down to his balls. There, I just open my mouth even wider and suck one of his balls in, feeling its weight over my tongue. He rests his hands on my head as I do it, and I can almost feel the pent-up tension filling up his muscles.
“I want to feel your mouth, Megan… I want it right now,” I hear him say, and then I allow his ball to pop out of my mouth and run my tongue back up his shaft. I return to circling the head of his cock with my tongue, teasing him endlessly even though he’s practically begging me to start sucking him off. What? I’m enjoying this.
Only when I feel that he can’t endure any more of my teasing do I dive forward, taking his long inches into my mouth and only stopping when I touch the skin at the base of his cock. I hold my position there for a few seconds, enjoying the way his huge cock fills me up, and then I move my lips back up as slowly as I can.
Bobbing my head slowly, I let him dictate the pace, his fingers grabbing at my hair. He keeps that slow, gentle rhythm for awhile, but it doesn’t take long for him to force me to go harder. A few minutes into it and I’m going very, very hard… I’m sucking him so fast that the muscles in my neck are already cramping, but even then I don’t ease up - instead, I push through the pain and force myself to go the extra mile.
Grabbing his cock by the root, I stroke him with a matching motion to that of my mouth, my hand working in unison with it. Sucking and stroking, I give him my best - and I just know that my best will be enough to push him past the finish line.
“Megan…” He starts, his voice so heavy that I start mentally pr
eparing myself for the inevitable. “I think that I’m… I think that I’m about -- oh, fuck!” He groans and, at the same time, I feel his cock throb hard against the roof of my mouth.
He keeps on grabbing me by the hair, but he’s no longer dictating my movements. Still, I’m not going to stop now that I’m so close - and so I just renew my efforts, sucking him while I keep my fingers around his cock, doing my very best to give him an orgasm as good as mine was. One hand washes the other, right?
“Megan,” he breathes out and, even though I have no idea why he felt the need to say my name right now, I can’t help but like the fact that he did. I don’t have much time to ponder on that, though - his cock has gone from throbbing to becoming as hard as concrete, and I’m just seconds away from having my mouth filled to the brim with his cum.
Yup, it’s happening - he groans loudly, and next thing I know his cock is unleashing his warm seed into me. It’s salty and warm, and it tastes just like what a man should.
“Mmm,” I moan, the sound climbing up the back of my throat as cum starts dripping out of my mouth, strands of it going down my chin and neck. “Mmm,” I continue, my eyes closed as I wait for the final spasms of his cock. When they happen, I roll my lips back over his shaft and take his cock out of my mouth.
“Fuck, this was amazing. You have a talent,” he laughs, sighing heavily as he caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. Then, he places two fingers under my chin and forces me to raise my head, his eyes looking for mine.
The moment I return his gaze, I know what he wants me to do… And I just do it.
I swallow all the cum inside my mouth, its saltiness making me feel lightheaded and in a daze. “You missed this,” he whispers with an amused grin, taking his index finger to my chin and brushing it over my skin, picking up the strand of cum hanging there and bringing it back to my lips.
He rubs his cum-coated finger over my lips, painting my mouth in white; I just react by parting my lips and allowing him to slide his finger inside my mouth, sucking it completely dry.
“Much better,” he laughs, and then simply launches himself forward to the pool, sinking down to his neck. Then, grabbing me by the waist, he turns me to him and kisses me. I throw my arms over his shoulders and kiss him back, my eyes closed as I try to process what just happened.
I can’t believe we just did this. Let me repeat that for you: I can’t believe we just did this. I mean, I think I deserve a medal right now, because if I managed to resist Tristan… Well, I guess I can resist everything now, right?
“What are you thinking about?” He asks me as he pulls back from our kiss, still keeping me close to him.
“I’m thinking that this was crazy,” I reply, and I couldn’t have been more honest.
“And that’s why it was so much fun,” he laughs, and I can’t help but laugh as well.
Oh, he’s right. This was fun.
Perhaps too fun.
13
Megan
I look at myself in the mirror in my part of the hotel suite, touching my mouth as I remember what Tristan felt like as I took him in my mouth. What he tasted like. God, I was so close to doing so much more. I’m half afraid I might still. The night is still young.
After we left the pool, we came back up to shower and get ready for dinner. Now I’m all glammed up in a sexy little black dress. It’s going to drive Tristan wild, I just know it. I smile at the thought. I can’t wait for this dinner.
Not just because it’s going to be uber-romantic in one of the finest restaurants in Miami, but because I’m really enjoying spending time with Tristan. He’s way more attentive than I thought he would be. I guess I didn’t really know what to expect. I mean, he’s seemed like an okay guy through the whole show, but spending this time together one-on-one has proven that he’s so much more than I thought.
I’m so glad he made it to the finals with me. Giving myself one last look in the mirror and fluffing my dark waves, I go out to the living area of the suite to wait. I’m barely in there for a minute before Tristan strolls out from his side, looking like a goddamn GQ model. His eyes meet mine, blazing with lust and intensity, and I just stop and stare.
I can’t even imagine how much the tailored suit he’s wearing must have cost, but it fits him perfectly across his broad shoulders and narrow waist, highlighting his strong arms. He even has custom cuff links that probably cost as much as my college education.
His chiseled jaw has a day’s worth of scruff on it, and it’s so sexy all I want to do is walk over and press my body against him and kiss him until we’re both too crazed to bother with dinner.
“Ready?” he asks.
“What?” I’m so wrapped up in checking him out that it takes a minute to process his words.
“Dinner?” Tristan gives me sexy half-smile and holds out his arm for me to take when a knock on the door distracts us both. He frowns and shrugs, moving to answer the door.
A bellboy stands there holding out a tablet with a piece of paper attached to the top.
“Tristan?” I ask, coming up behind him. “What is it?”
He gives me a confused look and points to the paper. “A note from Chase. It says he has a message for us.”
I take the tablet and walk back to the living area while Tristan tips the bellboy. I hear him shut the door and his footsteps as he walks up behind me, resting his hands on my upper arms.
“Guess we should watch it,” I say, curious. What could this be? Another twist? God, I hope not. What if we have to do something ridiculous? All I want to do right now is pretend I’m not actually on a reality show and just go enjoy my date with Tristan.
Tristan wraps his arms around my waist and takes the tablet in his hands, resting his chin on my shoulder as he taps the screen and brings up the video.
Chase’s picture-perfect face appears with the recorded message, smiling like a fool. “Good evening, Megan and Tristan. I hope your day has been everything you hoped it would be.”
I giggle as I think about our afternoon in the pool. Definitely. Everything and more.
Chase gives another one of his trademark dramatic pauses, then continues with the recorded video. “As you were told this morning, you are away from the house for twenty-four hours. What we didn’t tell you was how those twenty-four hours would be spent. Megan, you were to spend the day with Tristan, but you’ll be spending the night with Madden.” Chase grins on the tablet, lifting his fingers in a wave. “Have fun.”
The video ends abruptly, and I just stand there in shock. For some reason, I was under the impression that Tristan and I would have the entire night together.
I can feel his body behind me, no longer gentle but full of tension. I turn in his arms, not sure what to say. But before I can speak, the door to the suite flies open, and in strolls Madden, the smug look on his face almost surpassing the one Tristan wore this morning.
Tristan spins around as Madden claps a hand on his shoulder.
“Step aside, lover boy,” Madden says, “and let Megan see what a night with a real man is like.”
Tristan looks like he’s about to bust a blood vessel. His fists clench repeatedly, and I’m almost afraid this could come to blows.
But Madden just stands there with that smug grin on his face. I don’t know what to think. I was having a great time with Tristan, but now that I see Madden, dressed to the nines in an obviously custom-made suit, I want to spend time with him as well. I don’t know if that’s wrong after what all Tristan and I shared today, but it’s how I feel.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Tristan bites out, eyes blazing as Maya comes through the door.
She shakes her head. “Sorry, Tristan. You’re coming with me.”
He stands stock still for a moment, the muscles in his jaw ticking, and I have no idea what he’s going to do. Then he seems to make a decision and turns back to me. His expression softens and he brushes my hair back, tucking it behind my ears.
“Megan,” he says, cuppi
ng my face in his big hands, looking at me with that intensity that I’m starting to crave, “this was a perfect day. I’m so glad I got to share it with you.”
“Me too,” I say softly.
Tristan leans in, capturing my mouth with his, and my knees go a little weak with the slow seduction of his kiss. If he’s wanting to leave an impression seared on my mind while I’m out with Madden, he’s doing a damn good job.
When he pulls back, he whispers, “Have a good night, princess. See you tomorrow.”
He says it like a promise. Then Maya whisks him away and I’m left alone with Madden. The man who just had to stand there and watch me melt for another man.
14
Madden
I look at Megan over the rim of my glass and wink. Lowering it, I say, “You know sushi is an aphrodisiac, right?”
She grins. “Oh, is it now? Please, Madden, tell me more.” She bats her eyelashes in an exaggerated simper.
“Absolutely, baby.” Laughing, I lean forward, and she does the same. “It’s wet, it’s pink, it’s soft. Practically melts in your mouth.”
Megan’s eyes widen and her mouth falls open a little, and I can’t help but tease her a little more.
“Did that just make you wet for me, Megan?”
She blinks, flustered, and I give her a disarming grin. “I’m just messing with you,” I say, though I’m pretty fucking sure from the way she bites her lip that she’s turned on.
Good. After the way she reacted to that kiss from Tristan, I have to bring it. I was pissed this morning when I thought she’d be spending the entire day and night with him. But I found out real fast that the real twist was that I’d be showing up later.
Now we’re at Naoe on Brickell Key in Miami. And we have the entire restaurant to ourselves. Well, aside from the camera crew. But I’m not paying them any attention right now. All of my focus is on Megan.
