12 Days

by Dark Angel

  I lay back as she licks me dry, still trying to catch my fucking breath. I say nothing - fuck, I can’t even think straight right now, pleasure still coating my mind. Megan goes to my side as she finishes, one arm across my chest as she inches closer to me. I turn to her, and she loses no fucking time - she presses her mouth against mine, the salty flavor of my semen hitting me immediately.

  We kiss as if there was nothing else in the whole fucking universe but us, the cum in her mouth dripping into mine as our tongues wrestle against one another. When she pulls back, there are a few drops of cum on my chin, making their way down my jawline; smiling, she scoops them up with the tip of her tongue.

  “I’m not the only one in need of some cleaning up,” I whisper, my heart still beating as if a high voltage current was running through. With my hands on her waist, I turn her around and pull her into me; she doesn’t take long to realize what I intend to do and climbs on top of me, easing herself down on my mouth. Swaying her hips, she rubs her drenched pussy and inner thighs against my lips, cum dripping down from her folds and into my open mouth. I came so much that it’s dripped down in rivulets and I open my mouth as wide as I can, feeling my warm semen sliding from inside of her and down to my tongue.

  We remain like that until her pussy is dry, my mouth brimming with cum. Only then does she roll to the side, looking at me with anxious eyes. I know what she fucking wants, and so I just go ahead and fucking do it. I swallow, the saltiness of my load fucking clawing at my throat on the way down.

  Megan… This woman drives me fucking insane, that’s a fact. Everytime I’m with her is like fucking Christmas.

  Throwing herself back on top of the mattress, she presses her body against mine. We say nothing for a long fucking while, simply staring at the ceiling as we hear our own ragged breathing, exhaustion lacing our bodies.

  Then, hesitant, I feel her reaching for my hand. She grabs it, gently squeezing my fingers, and I squeeze back. We remain in silence, the long shadows in the room tumbling over our bodies as if they were trying to caress our naked skin.

  You know, I’m the last person you’d be able to call a romantic. In fact, whenever I hear the word ‘romance’, I feel sick to my stomach. It’s just not my thing. But right now, being here with Megan, our bodies close together… It’s fucking perfect.

  “You’re special, Megan…” I finally manage to say, the words coming out of my mouth as if I wanted to say them all along. “You’re really special… I’ve never felt like this before.” She responds by squeezing my hand harder and I smile absently, knowing that for once I did the right fucking thing.

  I wanted to fuck her, to ravage her body as hard as humanly possible… But I held off. If that happens - when that happens - I want it to be special. I don’t want it to happen in the heat of the moment.

  I want it to be… real.

  Maya

  The guy from legal is droning on and on and on, and I feel like I’m about to lose my mind. There’s a reason I’m no legal expert. I produce entertainment. I don’t give a fuck about the laws behind it.

  Except that right now I kind of do. At least as far as they pertain to what I have in mind.

  “Here you go, Maya,” he says, handing me a stack of papers that look like a contract and pointing out a section he’s highlighted. I scan it quickly, but it doesn’t make much sense.

  “Translation?”

  He nods. “Basically, it details out how the women and men are eliminated from the show and how the finale works. But there’s no clause about her choosing only one man in the end.”

  He gives me a funny look, but I’m too relieved and excited to bother explaining.

  “Thank you so much, Steve. You have no idea how happy this makes me. I owe you one.” I smile at him, and he grins back, his eyes wide behind his bottlecap glasses.

  “Can I collect tonight?”

  I nearly choke on my gum. “Excuse me?”

  He laughs nervously, pushing his glasses up his nose and fiddling with the pens in his front pocket. “I just thought if you really wanted to show me your appreciation then maybe you’d go to dinner with me tonight.”

  His face turns bright red as he says it, and I have to fight to keep the polite smile on my face and not roll my eyes. What is the deal with these guys? First, the camera guy wanted me to go out with him after the whole microphone and camera scheme when Tristan told me he cares about Megan. Now, Steve is asking me out too?

  If these men I work with don’t cut this out, I don’t know what I’ll do. Other than stop asking for favors. I chuckle internally. Fat chance. This show is going to be my big break if I can pull off what I have in mind. And I’ll take any favors I can get along the way.

  “Thanks, Steve,” I say, a bit too upbeat, “but I’m so swamped with the show right now. I just don’t have time.”

  He looks disappointed, so I give him another smile. “Thank you again for helping me figure this out. You’re a really great guy.”

  It doesn’t pep him up much, and he slinks out of my office, mumbling a you’re welcome or something under his breath.

  I don’t have time to worry about Steve. I have a show to save, hopefully sparing a few hearts in the process.

  Rising from my desk, papers firmly in hand, I stride down the hall, past Everett’s office, and on to the very end. The network president’s office. His secretary is sitting out front at her desk.

  “I need to see the president,” I say, injecting my voice with confidence and importance with a hint of urgency.

  The woman nods. “He’s in his office right now.” She holds up a finger as she picks up the phone and presses a button. After a moment, she speaks into the receiver and the next thing I know, she’s telling me to head on back.

  I make my way around the desk and stop in front of the frosted glass door. Hesitating for only a moment, I raise my fist and rap three quick times on the glass.

  “Come in,” he calls out.

  I open the door and walk in, shoving my nerves down. “Sir, I need to talk to you.”

  “What can I do for you, Maya.”

  I smile, moving to shut the door behind me. “I have an idea that will make this the highest rated finale this network has ever seen.”

  Megan

  I turn off the waterfall shower and grab a towel to dry off, my mind still reeling from the fact that Madden really and truly cares about me. I’m so happy about everything that just happened, even if it does make my decision even harder.

  I need to go find Tristan and talk with him, figure out where his head and his heart are. Maya said he cares about me, but we need to talk in person. I need to hear it from him.

  A knock comes from my bedroom door, and I heave out a sigh of frustration. I’m so tired of having these little pow-wows with Maya. I know her intentions are good—they really are—but it’s really wearing me down. I’m already emotionally exhausted with my looming decision. I need some time on my own to think—and I still need to talk to Tristan.

  But when I pull the door open, it’s not Maya.

  It’s Tristan.

  “Oh, hey,” I say, my surprise evident in my voice. “I was just about to come find you.”

  His eyebrows raise. “Oh, is that so? Why?”

  I’m about to tell him, when I realize I’m standing in my doorway in nothing but a towel. The only reason I remember this is because Tristan’s eyes have dropped to take in my body, and I can feel the heat rising, blushing my skin as he takes his time looking me over. This towel doesn’t do much of a job covering me.

  When he looks back up at me, his eyes are blazing with intensity, his jaw set in determination even as a slow, seductive smile quirks up a corner of his mouth. A mouth that looks extremely kissable at the moment.

  “Do you want to come in?” I hear myself asking, but only barely, because I can’t hear much over the roar of my pulse in my ears as my heartbeat kicks into overdrive from the way he’s looking at me. How am I so easily affected by him?


  By both of them, really.

  I step back to make room for him to come through the doorway, then shut the door behind him. As soon as it’s closed, he reaches up and traces my jawline, running his fingers down my neck to my collarbone, then down my arm. I just want to drop the towel and let him have his way with me. I can tell he wants to. But I need to talk to him. I really do.

  With superhuman effort, I force myself to take a slight step back. The disappointment on his face is almost enough to make me throw myself back into his arms and confess my feelings to him.

  “I’m sorry,” I say in a rush. “It’s not that I don’t want you to…well, that I don’t want you, period. Because I do. Believe me.” I cut myself off because I’m on the verge of nervous babbling.

  Tristan smiles, obviously relieved. “Then what’s wrong?”

  I clear my throat “I just need to talk to you. And I want to make sure I say what I need to say and not get distracted with…” I gesture up and down at his body, and he gets a wicked gleam in his eyes.

  “You sure about that? You look like you’d very much like to get distracted.”

  Laughing, I hold up a hand. “Give me a minute. Then you might get a chance to distract me all you want.”

  He waggles his eyebrows. “Sounds like something I can get behind.”

  I know something I’d like him to get behind. Me. Hard and fast.

  I shake my head to clear it of the image. “I need to ask you a question. And I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me.”

  “Sure thing.” He nods, his face earnest, and I relax a bit. But only a bit. Because the answer to this question could change everything.

  I blow out a breath and bite my lip. I feel just as nervous as when I approached Madden about this.

  “Tristan, I need to know how you really feel about me.”

  He smiles easily, as if this is an easy one. “I think you’re incredible, Megan. The most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

  I blush a little at that, but it’s not enough. “No, I mean how do you feel about me?”

  “Ah, I see,” he says.

  “You do?” I swallow nervously.

  Taking a step toward me, Tristan reaches for my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing my knuckles in that softly seductive way of his, his eyes locked on mine, burning and passionate. He’s so incredibly sexy, his intensity getting me every time.

  “Megan, from the moment I first saw you, I wanted you.”

  “Really?” I breathe.

  “The very first,” he affirms. “Out of all the women here, you stood out head and shoulders above the rest. I could instantly tell there was something special about you. I wanted to get to know you.”

  I melt a little. He’s so open about everything. But it only makes me more confused. “I have to know, Tristan. What are you thinking? What are you hoping for? How do you really, really feel?”

  He knows what I’m asking. What I need.

  Threading his fingers through mine, he takes my hand in his and wraps it around behind me, pulling me in to his chest. Then he brushes a light kiss across my forehead, on my cheek, my jaw, my chin.

  He leans back slightly and looks at me, his eyes searching mine, as if looking for something there. I stare back at him, hoping he finds what he’s searching for.

  Then he smiles, soft and sure. And his next words make me go weak in the knees.

  “Megan, I may have wanted you from the moment I saw you. But now it’s so much more than that. You’re even more special than I thought. You’re the one for me, Megan. And I want you in every way. Because I’m in love with you.”

  Tristan

  There, I said it.

  The truth is out there now, and it feels as if the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. And the look on her face tells me that I’ve made the right call when I decided to spill my guts.

  We stare at each other for a long while in complete silence, allowing everything to sink in. Then, as if we couldn’t fight any longer the magnetism between both our bodies, we take one step forward and close the distance between us.

  She places both her hands on my chest, my heart thumping against the palm of her right hand, and then she goes on tiptoes. Our lips find each other, the sweet taste of her body making me burn with desire, and I rest my hands on her waist.

  She’s breathing hard now, her body so close to mine I can almost feel the warmness of her skin through the wet towel wrapped around her body. My cock is already twitching just by having her this close. I don’t know exactly what it is, but there’s something about her that makes me lose all control… It’s her eyes, her lips, the perfect shape of her body - it’s everything.

  “I want you to be mine,” I find myself saying as I push her back against the wall of the bedroom, my hands on her waist as I lean in to kiss her again.

  Swear to God, I just wanted one more kiss. But now that my lips are on hers, there’s no way that we’re going to be able to stop. Her hands are already on my back, pulling me in, desire controlling every single movement of her body. I let my hands go up her side and, grabbing a handful of her wet hair, I yank on it; she throws her head back, opening her eyes and returning my gaze. That’s all it takes for me to know how bad she wants me right now - and she wants me as much as I want her.

  “I love you,” I repeat, breathing as hard as she is. The words just feel right and, if that didn’t make me look like a desperate teenager, I’d just say them over and over again to the point of exhaustion.

  My blood’s boiling, my heart’s drumming and my cock is already as hard as steel. “I need you,” I add, leaning forward and pressing my lips against her neck. Her hands slide down my back and she traces the contour of my belt; then, stretching her fingers wide, she grabs my cock harshly, all of her desire contained in that one simple motion.

  “That makes two of us,” she whisper as, still kissing her neck, I let one hand fall to her chest and squeeze her right breast over the fabric of the towel, feeling the perfect fleshy curves molding to my hand. My other hand goes around her waist and I cup her ass, the memories of her naked body flooding me at once as I grab her. My cock pulses against her hand, so strongly I wouldn’t be surprised if it just ripped its way out of my pants.

  Yeah, I want her that bad.

  “I want you… Bad,” I say, voicing my private thoughts as she curls her fingers even more tightly around my shaft, slightly moving her wrist up and down and stroking me over the fabric of my pants. Acting as if it had a will of its own, the hand I have on her breast falls down her chest and goes straight to between her thighs; bunching up her towel, I flatten the palm of my hand there, cupping her pussy harshly over the fabric. Even though there’s a barrier between my hand and her pussy, the anxious way she’s breathing tells me she’s already soaking wet. And, hell, just thinking of that makes me want to go down on my knees and taste her right here and now.

  And why not?

  Both my hands go to her waist and, pinning her against the wall, I go down. My eyes never leave hers, a spark of desire flickering in her face as my knees touch the floor - she knows what’s coming, and she can’t wait for it. I throw a quick glance to the side and, making sure that the door is already locked, I go for it: I hook my thumbs on the hemline of the towel and lift it up to her waist.

  Instead of attacking her pussy right away, I decide to take my time with it. I want her to lose all control, and I know exactly how to do that.

  I start by laying my lips on her knee and, doing it as slowly as I can, I kiss her skin in a straight line toward her pussy. I stop on her inner thigh, taking my time as I brush my lips against her flesh there, and I take a deep breath to feel her sweet inebriating scent.

  “If only food was as delicious as you are, Megan,” I whisper, looking up at her pink pussy, her wet inner lips calling to me. I breath softly into her pussy and, feeling her tremble, I then touch her folds with the tip of my tongue, running it up and down as slowly as is humanly pos
sible.

  “Oh, please,” she begs me, unconsciously bucking her hips at me, and I know exactly what she wants. I take my hands to her ass and, with my fingers digging into the flesh of her cheeks, I pull her into me.

  The moment my mouth touches her pussy lips, I breathe in. Her scent hits me again, stronger this time, sweet and intoxicating. Just like a drug, except it has no drawback and is more addicting - I forget all about where I am, the only thing my mind can process being the perfect wet pussy right in front of me.

  I suck on her hard, her creamy juices hitting my tongue immediately; swear to God, I suck so hard I think her inner lips go dry. I close my eyes, savoring her most intimate parts with my mouth, and let pleasure wash all over me. How can a woman taste this amazing? I could eat her out for hours and hours.

  Slightly tilting my head sideways, I suck her folds inside my mouth, her juices coating the inside of my mouth. I part my lips, letting my tongue run over the length of her pussy, and then I circle her soft clit. She trembles slightly, her hands now on my head, dishevelling my hair. I place one hand under her ass, forcing her to lift one leg up; she does it willingly, placing her leg over my shoulder. Grinning, I pull back just for one second, my eyes opening as I look up at her: she has her eyes closed, her back against the wall as her chest rises and falls softly. God, she looks so sweet.

  As sweet as sin, that is.

  I go for it once more, my eyelids closing as I wrap my lips tightly around her clit. I suck on it, pressing down with my tongue at the same time; her fingers curl around my hair more harshly, and I can already feel her breathing becoming more ragged. That just makes me suck on her even more eagerly, her flavor inundating my mind and making me lose all sense of self.

  Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I press it against her folds, jabbing my tongue past her inner lips as I place one arm over her waist, my hand reaching for her clit. I find it with two fingers and I immediately start rubbing her soft sweet spot. A tenuous moan leaves her lips, her hands running back and forth over my hair; then, with her fingers acting like hooks on my hair, she pulls on my head as she thrusts with her hips. I go insane, her scent climbing all the way up to my brain like a bullet. I’m no longer eating her out - I’m devouring her, my tongue and fingers working her with a hunger only Megan can tame.