by Alexis Angel
Sitting up straight, I look into Madden’s eyes and do what I wanted to do ever since I felt the tip of his cock with my tongue - I swallow. The raw taste of his semen goes down my throat before finally landing on my stomach, and I run my tongue over my lips to pick up any stray bead of his cum.
“Of course it was,” I laugh, allowing myself to act a bit like him. Sometimes it feels good to be a bit cocky.
Without saying a word, Madden just throws his arm over my shoulders and pulls me close softly; I rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes, enjoying the closeness between our bodies.
Shit, this feels so good.
17
Megan
The ride up the elevator to the hotel suite is full of tension. I have no idea what I should do once we’re back in the room. Part of me wants so badly to give in and let what happened in the limo just continue right on through the night. It would be so easy.
Madden opens the suite with his key card and ushers me in ahead of him. I walk into the living area and turn to face him as he walks slowly toward me. Almost stalking, as if I’m his prey. When he reaches me, the corner of his mouth ticks up, his eyes gleaming with lust.
“You were amazing tonight, Megan.” He lifts a hand to my neck, stroking gently across the sensitized skin, sending chills through my body. Leaning in even closer, pressing his still-hard cock against my hip, he lowers his mouth to my ear, nibbling on the lobe as his warm breath causes my blood to rush through my body, pounding in my ears so loudly I can barely think.
“Come to my room with me,” he whispers softly. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
I’m so close to giving in, but those words bring me back to my senses. Because that’s the thing. I would regret it. Forever.
Not sleeping with Madden, or even giving him my virginity. But giving up on the chance to change my life by winning this reality show.
That’s something I would absolutely regret. This is my last chance. A get out of jail free card. If I fuck this up, I have nothing left. At all.
So I go against everything that my body is screaming for me to do and place my hands firmly on Madden’s chest, leaning back and giving him a remorseful smile.
“I can’t, Madden.”
He lowers his lips to my neck, gently lapping at the pulse point that’s thundering in time with my heart. “Just say yes, Megan.”
My fingers clench in his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly as I pull him to me, in spite of my brain saying no.
“I promise I’ll make it worth it for you.”
I have no doubt that sex with Madden would be better than I can even imagine. But it’s not worth throwing away my chance at a decent life. He isn’t promising me a life of security. He’s promising me one night of hot sex. That won’t last past dawn.
With what feels like superhuman effort, I pull back, taking two quick steps away. “I’m sorry, Madden. I really, really can’t.”
The disappointment on his face is clear, and I can’t help adding, “But if it makes it any better, I really, really want to.”
He smiles slightly, closing the distance between us again. “Somehow, that actually does make it better.” He shakes his head. “You’re a strong woman, Megan. And I have to respect you for that.”
I smile, pleasure flooding my body at his words. Who knew that Madden’s respect would make me feel so happy?
“I’m going to my room now, and you can go to yours,” he says, “but if you change your mind…”
Then he leans in and gives me a slow, soft kiss, so different from anything I’ve experienced with him before, and I melt a little more. Before I can change my mind, I turn and head for my room.
But I stop at the door and turn back to him. “Thanks for an incredible night, Madden.”
He flashes his dimples. “You know where to find me if you want me to make it the best you’ve ever had.”
Laughing, I slip into my room and shut the door, then lean against it heavily, blowing out a breath. That was really damn close.
I rub my hand over my eyes, trying to process everything that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours.
This time last night, I’d barely become the last virgin standing. And now I’ve almost turned in my v-card more times than I can count.
Stripping out of my dress, I climb into the bed, exhausted in every way—mentally, physically, emotionally. I don’t even bother with washing off my makeup, that’s how crazy I feel right now. My mind is at war with my body.
But even that doesn’t fully explain how I feel. My mind and body are both at war with themselves, too. Torn between Tristan and Madden. I’ve never understood how a woman could be torn between two men. It seemed impossible. But what’s really impossible is figuring out which of them I want more.
Because if I make it through the rest of this crazy reality show with my virginity intact, I have to choose. I have to pick which man is my one true love.
Coming into the game, I never expected it to be so hard to choose. I never saw Tristan and Madden coming, though. And to complicate it even further, it’s not just a matter of picking which guy I like the best. To my complete surprise, I’m starting to feel things for both of them. Real things. True feelings.
They’re amazing men, each in their own way. I have no idea what to do. Part of me wants to give in and let them have their way with me. But I fight that part with everything I have in me—because I have to win. I just have to.
But if I have to choose between them at the very end? I don’t see how I can. Madden showed me tonight that he can be caring and sweet, even as he’s being over the top flirtatious. Then there’s Tristan. So full of passion. So intense. So kind and caring.
They both manage to make me feel better than I’ve ever felt in my life. I thought going on this date was going to help me figure things out, but now I’m only more confused than ever. One of them will have to go at the end. And just the thought of that has me feeling sick. I don’t want to let go of either Tristan or Madden.
Ironically, I think I’m going to end up totally screwed, even if I never get fucked.
18
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 I’m your co-host, Nadia Moore. We have a lot to cover today as we get ready for today’s televised episode of Biggest Licker.
Chase: Right! We have so much to cover. Like how Nadia and I are just fucking now.
Nadia: Riiight. Yes, way to spill the beans to the whole country, Chase. My friends don’t even know yet.
Chase: Well, I’m proud of it. I love smacking that ass as I pump you from the back and you make those moaning sounds.
Nadia: And I love how your cock stretches me open, but you don’t see me talking about it while we have jobs to do.
Chase: Right. The audience. Hey audience. Sorry about that! Just I can’t get my head around how such a hot woman like Nadia would have, you know, sex with me.
Nadia: Awww, okay I forgive you. But first, audience, Chase and I might be bumping uglies, but did you catch what Megan was doing with both Tristan and Madden?
Chase: There was a couple times there I thought wow they were about to go all the way. We were watching it at a bar and—
Nadia: Oooh, Chase, you can’t mention alcohol on television. We could get fined, babe.
Chase: Oops. Sorry. Well, we were watching all together I mean when Megan was getting eaten out by Tristan and I swear to God, I was thinking that she was going to go all the way.
Nadia: But she didn’t! Homegirl is holding out. That means there’s a very, very strong chance that she may make it to the end. And then she has to declare to the country who her one true love out of Madden and Tristan is.
Chase: They then get the title of Biggest Licker. But who do you think it could be?
Nadia: I’ll tell you this. No matter
what the show’s people say about some places cameras not covering, don’t believe it. Cameras are everywhere. And from everything I’ve seen of the almost-sex, I think Madden has a pretty good shot of getting the One True Love rose at the end of the show.
Chase: I don’t know. I think Tristan probably has this locked down.
Nadia: To those of you out there who love Biggest Licker and watch it on the computer at work and during the day and have the merchandise, we are also now offering limited edition DVDs of what America is calling “The Date”.
Chase: The best part is the sex.
Nadia: Right. You can view the sexcapades in multiple angles and zoom into various parts for better clarity and maximum viewing pleasure. All this is captured in high definition to provide you the best experience possible.
Chase: Exactly what you need to get all hot and bothered till the next episode of…
Voiceover: Biggest Licker!!!!!
19
Megan
By ten the next morning, we’re all back on the private jet, flying back to New York City and the Biggest Licker house. I can’t believe my dates with Tristan and Madden are already over.
In spite of the fact that I’m no clearer on how I feel than I was last night, I think it might have been the best twenty-four hours of my life.
Maya looks over at me from the seat across the plane where she’s sipping a mimosa. She frowns and furrows her brow, mouthing, what’s wrong. I realize I’m frowning, too, and I try to smile. After all, what do I have to be upset about, really? I’m on a fucking private jet with two of the world’s sexiest billionaires, inching closer to a luxury apartment and cash prize with every second that passes.
I lean back, sipping my own mimosa, and glance to either side of me. Tristan and Madden are flanking me on the loveseat. It’s kind of a tight squeeze, but now that the individual dates are over neither is willing to leave my side.
It’s almost comical. Who wouldn’t love to be in my shoes right now?
Tristan takes my mimosa and refills it, handing it back with a smile.
“Maybe you should ask her first, dude, before you give her another,” Madden growls, a scowl on his face. “You trying to get her drunk first thing in the morning?”
My eyebrows fly up, and I rest a hand on his thigh. “I did want another.” Then, to Tristan: “Thank you.” I smile at both men, but now Tristan is scowling just as hard at Madden.
“What the fuck, man? I was just being a gentleman. Something you obviously don’t have the first clue about.” His jaw ticks, and I want to touch him, to let him know it’s fine.
Since one hand is holding my glass, I start to take my hand from Madden’s thigh and reach for Tristan’s arm, but Madden wraps his fingers around my wrist before I get very far. “Don’t let him manipulate you, Megan. He just wants to break down your defenses so you’ll be easier. He doesn’t have the game to get you without the help.”
My eyes widen and jaw drops. “Madden, why would you—”
Tristan slams his glass down, making me jump. “You want to go there, Madden? Okay. Let’s talk about manipulation for a minute. How about what tricks you used to get in all those other girls’ pants? You’re the fucking master manipulator.”
What the hell is going on? It’s like a pissing contest, but on steroids. I’ve never seen either of them like this.
“Tristan, he’s just saying—”
Madden leans over me and points his finger right in Tristan’s face. “Like you’re any better? I didn’t see you saying no to any of them either. In fact, I’d put money on it that you were more of a manipulator than I was.”
Tristan slaps his hand away, his face reddening with fury. “Tell me, Megan,” he says, though he doesn’t even look at me, his angry gaze trained on Madden, “did he pull out all the stops last night? Play nice for you? Or did he just try to overwhelm you with his fucking overkill charming playboy act until you were ready to drop your panties for him?”
Madden laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “There was no act involved, asshole, but you better believe she was so fucking wet for me that—”
“Madden!” I interrupt, mortified. Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever been this humiliated. Or this angry.
Tristan scoffs. “Don’t flatter yourself, dickhead. I’m sure it was just because she was still soaked from the way I made her come.”
I gasp and cover my eyes with my hands. “Stop it! Both of you. Please!”
But it’s like they can’t hear me. They both rise to their feet, and I look up. They’re posturing like fucking peacocks. Each trying to show up the other.
Madden pokes a finger in Tristan’s chest. “You and your fucking superiority complex. Like you’re a motherfucking god. Untouchable. I’ve got news for you, dude. You’re just a cocky asshole who gets off on pushing other people around.”
Tristan steps forward, swatting Madden’s hand away and getting right in his face. “I wouldn’t go there if I were you. Who’s the one who thinks he’s God’s gift to women? You’ve stuck your dick in so many sluts that I can’t even—”
Madden’s fists clench, and I know before he even rears back that this is about to come to blows.
“Stop! Madden! Tristan!” I look at Maya, panicked. “Do something.”
She sticks her fingers in her mouth and lets out a shrill whistle, standing and placing a hand on each of their chests. “What the hell do you two think you’re doing?”
Now that she’s intervened, she’s all business, putting them in their places, pushing them back on the seats to either side of me. Normally I’d find it funny, a short little thing like Maya bossing around these two huge and powerful men.
But there’s not a damn thing about this that’s funny.
What the fuck just happened? Is this really all about me? It seems crazy to think so, but I can’t see what else it could be about. I want to be angry about the things they just said, but I’m so worked up and confused that all I can do is hide my face in my hands.
This has gone to shit, real fast.
“Megan,” Tristan says, placing a hand on the small of my back and rubbing gently. “I’m sorry.”
Not to be outdone, Madden starts kneading my shoulders. “God, Megan, I never meant to upset you.”
I can practically feel them staring daggers at each other over my head, and I can’t take it anymore. I push up from the loveseat and go sit by Maya, ready for this plane ride to be over so I can just get the hell away from this mess.
I have no idea why that just went down, and hell, I know it makes for good TV, but I didn’t sign up for that shit. Having them use the things we did together as a way to take a jab at the other. Fuck that.
They both try again to apologize, but I just hold up a hand. I can’t even right now.
I remain silent for the rest of the flight, and when we land, Maya has already ordered three separate cars to take us back to the apartment. How could my perfect dates have come to this? Now I’m even more confused than ever.
20
Maya
“What the fuck were you thinking, Maya?” my boss spits out at me. Literally. Spit is flying from his mouth as he rages.
I stand there, growing more and more frustrated by the second. This asshole has no idea what’s really going on with his own damn show. “If you would just—”
“That was a perfect opportunity and you just wasted it,” he roars. Pacing across the floor of his office in the back of the studio, he gestures wildly. So dramatic. I wonder briefly if he tried acting before he became a producer. Because his melodrama is so over the top it’s laughable.
“What did you expect me to do? Let them duke it out forty thousand feet in the air?” I barely resist rolling my eyes.
“What you were supposed to do was tape that shit on your phone. That’s what people tune in to my show for. Not to watch people be sappy and sweet and fall in love. They want to see fucking and fighting. That’s what this show is about. And you fucking wasted
a perfect opportunity for the next episode to get higher ratings.” He turns and glares at me, as if I’ve singlehandedly sunk his show.
“This show isn’t a fucking MMA fight,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “Someone could have been seriously injured. Then what?”
He scoffs. “There are two things that sell. Sex and violence.” He ticks them off with his stubby fingers. “That’s how you make it in this business. That’s what people want. And we’re going to give it to them.” He stops pacing directly in front of me and points his fat finger in my face. “You better get one or the other for me for this episode. Sex or violence. You hear me? No matter what you have to do.”
I want to slap his hand away because that shit’s just not cool. What does he think I am, a three-year-old child who needs reprimanding for sneaking cookies? But I refrain. Barely.
“Look,” I say, going for a rational approach. “The ratings have never been higher. Not in this season or any other season. They climb up with every episode. We have a killer cast with these three. People are tuning in to see them. They love Megan. Fucking love her. They want to see her win.”
He sneers at me. “Don’t be naive, Maya. People don’t want to see her win. They don’t watch this show for people to not have sex. What they want is to see her crack. They’re just waiting for it, watching every episode and buying online feeds so they can be there when it happens. So I’m telling you, she better crack soon and fuck one of these guys. And I mean soon.”
He turns and waves his hand toward me. Apparently I’m dismissed.
I spin on my heel, barely keeping my thoughts contained. What I want to tell him is that he’s absolutely clueless about what makes good TV, producer or not. I’ve spent my entire life wanting to produce, and I’ve worked damn hard to get to the position I’m in now. Production assistant on the country’s most popular reality show is a huge item for my resume.
