12 Days

by Dark Angel

  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!!!!!

  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 kisses 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 begi
ns 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.

  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.

  “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.

  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.