12 Days

by Dark Angel

  I back up, my eyes darting wildly between them. I shake my head. This little game was a mistake. Because as much as I want 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.

  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.

  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 dr
ying 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.

  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.

  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.

  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?

  Chase: 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.