by Dark Angel
“Where do you think you’re going?” Madden asks me and, before I know it, he’s kneeling in front of me. He grabs my knees and forces me to spread my legs; then, he just dives into me with his open mouth.
He crushes his mouth against my pussy and devours me with an intensity I never experienced before. His tongue and lips work feverishly, ravaging my folds as he sucks them dry, scooping up all the cum dripping out from inside of me. When he finally pulls back from me, his mouth his glistening with semen, beads of it sliding down his chin.
“My turn,” Tristan says, pushing Madden to the side and locking his eyes on mine. Leaning forward, he grabs me by the waist and forces me to turn around, laying me flat on my stomach on the cold floor. He grabs my ass cheeks in a fraction of a second and, spreading them wide, he then brings his mouth down to my ass.
Whimpering as I feel his tongue going up and down my ass crack, I can’t help but jut my ass back at him as I feel his lips going over my ass hole. Holding me tight, he licks my ass with the same kind of intensity Madden used just moments ago, sucking and licking like a wild animal that just escaped from its cage.
“Now this was intense,” he whispers as he pulls back from me and, rolling to the side, collapses on the floor next to me, strands of cum dripping down his chin. Madden lays down on the other side of my body, and I just roll to my back and look up at the clear sky overhead.
“It was,” I agree with a whisper, and then turn to the side and rest one hand over Madden’s chest. Reaching for his mouth with mine, I shove my tongue past his lips and close my eyes as I taste the cum coating the inside of his cheeks. Then I do the same with Tristan, allowing the taste of both their seeds to blend inside my mouth, creating the most sinful (and delicious) cocktail on Earth.
“Thank you,” I find myself saying, running my tongue over my lips and licking them dry.
“For what?” Tristan asks me, his words hanging in the air. I wait for a second, allowing my brain to string the truth into a sentence, and only then do I speak, a bright smile on my lips.
“For the most perfect moment of my life.”
Megan
Sitting on the chair in front of the flat screen, I smooth my hand over my hair, nerves flaring. This is it. The finale.
I have no idea what might happen. I’ve broken the rules, as far as I can tell.
I’ve lost my virginity.
But this is unprecedented. There is no clear winner here. Except maybe there is.
Because when I glance at Tristan and Madden seated on either side of me and they each take one of my hands, squeezing in reassurance, I know that I’ve won. I have the two of them, no matter what happens in the next few minutes.
The flat screen comes to life, and Chase’s face appears, smiling his perfectly straight white smile as always.
The live audience attending the finale is visible behind him, and a rush of nerves hits me again.
“Good evening, Tristan, Madden, and Megan. Are you ready for the finale of Biggest Licker?”
I smile for the hidden cameras. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
Tristan and Madden’s fingers tighten on mine, and they both give me reassuring smiles.
“Well, Megan,” Chase continues, “I have to say, you’re not like any contestant I’ve ever seen before.”
The audience laughs in appreciation, and I start to flush, knowing they’ve all seen everything I’ve done over the past week. But then they start to cheer and clap, a chant rising up that’s audible even through the walls of the apartment.
“Megan, Megan, Megan…”
Wow. I didn’t expect that. They sound like they actually support what I’ve decided. Like they really want me to win this. Even though I don’t think that’s possible anymore.
Chase laughs. “As you can see, you’re clearly a fan favorite. In any other circumstance, I’d say you’d be a great contestant on a new show, but something tells me you aren’t looking for love anymore.”
I smile. “No, Chase. No, I’m not. I’ve found all the love I could possibly hope for.”
Times two. I look from Tristan to Madden, their love clear in their eyes as they both smile back at me.
How did I get so lucky? Not just one incredible man that anyone would feel more than fortunate to find, but two.
Chase seems to think the same thing. “Megan, you’ve managed to score the two cockiest billionaires in the entire city—probably the whole country.”
“Damn right, she did,” Madden says, flashing one of his sexy smiles at the camera at the same time Tristan says, “You better believe it.”
I laugh, so happy that these men are mine.
Chase and the audience laugh as well. “Well, Megan, you sure held out for the the best of the best. You may have lost your virginity, but you nearly made it to the very end. And not only did you get one billionaire, you got two. That’s no easy feat.”
Yep. Right up until a few hours ago, I was set to be the winner. Yet I gave it all up only hours before the show was over. And I’d do it all over again. Because I want Tristan and Madden to know that it’s ultimately not about the apartment or the prize money. Not when they are the real prize. I’ve come out a winner after all. In a way I never expected. And it’s so much better than any other outcome I could have imagined.
Chase gives a me a sympathetic smile as he tilts his head to the side. “As I’m sure you’re aware of, since you didn’t make it all the way to the finale as a virgin, you can’t be crowned the winner of Biggest Licker.”
I nod. “I understand, Chase.” And I give him a big grin. Because it really is okay. I know that now. “I think I’ve still come out a winner, though.”
The crowd roars with cheers and applause.
His eyes twinkle. “Oh, there’s no doubt about that. As you can see by the reaction out here—” he gestures to the audience behind him, “—I don’t think anyone wanted things to turn out any other way.”
“I certainly didn’t,” Tristan says, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
Madden waggles his eyebrows at the camera and squeezes my thigh, his hand dangerously high for live television—not that it should matter after the things we’ve done on camera. “Wouldn’t change it for anything.”
Chase clears his throat. “So this is the point at which we typically crown the winner—you would choose which remaining man you want, or one of them would get to send the other packing if they’d won. But clearly that’s not an option here. They can’t send each other home after all since they both took your virginity at the same time.”
He give the camera a salacious wink, and the crowd goes crazy behind him.
Yeah. Did they ever. I feel all warm and tingly just remembering how the last few hours were more amazing than I’d ever imagined. I bite my lip and look at Tristan and Madden, who are both giving me looks that make it clear they’re ready to do it all over again. Who knew that we would have all enjoyed sharing the way we did? So, so much.
I figure this is it. Chase will give some speech about this being a shocking twist to the show that’s never happened before—something they apparently love—but he surprises me when he says, “After this new turn of events, we have an even more exciting twist from our new executive producer, Maya.”
Wait, what? Maya—executive producer? I’m so excited and so full of questions, but they’ll have to wait for later, because Chase dives right into the twist. The twist brought on by my decision to do what I wanted.
“You were here to find your true love, Megan,” he says, flashing those blindingly white teeth, “and you did. So in our book, that makes you a winner. You followed your heart and placed love over money. Because of that, you get the remaining two billion dollars in prize money.”
My jaw drops and the crowd goes wild. I look back and forth between Tristan and Madden, completely floored. I never imagined this. And it’s funny. Because I wanted to win the apartment and the money more than anything. I wanted to know that I’d be okay. But it’s true—findin
g love with these men is so much better than winning any prize. I know I’d choose them over winning a reality show any day.
But it seems I don’t have to. I really am the luckiest girl alive. I smile at both of them. My billionaires, who I’m totally and madly in love with.
I’m definitely the winner here.
Megan
Climbing out of the new luxurious bathtub that’s nearly the size of a small swimming pool, I wrap a fluffy robe around myself and grin as I take it all in.
I thought the apartment from Biggest Licker was incredible. I had no idea.
Tristan, Madden, and I just purchased a brand new luxury penthouse in Manhattan, and it’s so outrageously over the top that I feel like I’m living a dream.
I am, really. Two insanely sexy billionaires at my beck and call, ready to pleasure me all day and all night, the best apartment in the city, and most importantly—love. But it’s not a dream. This is my life.
I smile and walk through the huge bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows that look out on the twinkling lights of the city and make my way downstairs.
Tristan and Madden are sitting at the dining table bickering good-naturedly over a new business project they’re working on together. It seems that they’ve realized they make a good team in more ways than one. They’re taking the world by storm, and I have a feeling this is only the beginning.
“Okay, boys,” I say, breezing into the room and silencing them with a finger to each of their lips. “Maya’s new show is about to start. Business time is over.”
After coming up with the idea that earned the Biggest Licker finale the highest ratings in the history of the network, Maya was given the opportunity to run any show she wanted. She has a new scripted sitcom that was recorded over the past few months, and we need to watch it and show our support.
After all, if it weren’t for her pushing me to follow my heart, the three of us might not be together like we are now. I know it’s unconventional, but it works for us. And I’m loving every second of it. I have the two most perfect men for me. The best of both worlds.
Madden takes my finger from where it’s pressed against his lips and draws it into his mouth, biting and sucking it suggestively as he winks like the cocky bad boy he is. My pussy clenches, and my panties would be absolutely soaked in and instant—if I were wearing any. But all that’s between me and these sexy men is my robe. Something that might be coming off very soon if Madden’s expression is any indication.
Tristan rises and comes up behind me, running hands down my sides and resting them on my hips, the tips his fingers tantalizing close to my pussy as he digs them into my flesh. He leans over my shoulder and nuzzles my neck. “I’m recording the show. We can watch it later. I’m thinking we need to spend a little more time in the kitchen. It’s one of the few places we haven’t christened yet.”
I laugh, enjoying the attention I’m getting from both of them, as usual.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Madden says. “After all, a kitchen is where we first learned to share you.”
“Look at the two of you,” I tease, “being all agreeable. It looks like I’m not the only the thing you agree on anymore.”
Madden stands up, and now I’m trapped between the two of them. My favorite place to be. “You’ve shown us how much better things can be when we’re working together.” His voice makes everything sound incredibly sexy and suggestive. Just the way I like it.
Tristan nips at my neck with his teeth, drawing a sharp gasp from me and making my pussy clench. “Kitchen?” he growls.
“Agreed,” I laugh, and let them sweep me off my feet and show me yet again just how good they are at sharing me. This is something we can all agree on.
Megan
I’m living the life.
Money in my bank account, the house of my dreams and, most important of all, two handsome men that love me to death. Yeah, you can be a bit jealous, I understand.
Smiling at them, I just wait as Madden closes the distance between me and him and pins me against the fridge, the cold surface against my back making my skin prickle. He runs his hands down to my waist, his fingers exploring every curve of my body, and then he leans in and brings his lips to mine.
Opening my mouth, I surrender to his tender kiss, pushing my tongue past his lips. At the same time, Tristan comes up to me and, leaning against the fridge, he brings his mouth down to my neck and kisses my skin softly.
I bring my hands up and tangle them on their hair, dishevelling it as I feel desire welling up inside of me, my pussy growing wet with each passing second. Really, it’s all it takes - one kiss and I’m ready to go. Ever since I’ve fallen into their spell that it’s been like this; in fact, forget about kisses and seduction - all it takes is being close to them for my pussy to be ready to go.
Yanking on Madden’s hair, I start kissing him with renewed intensity, my tongue wrestling against his as I hold his head in place. With my heart thumping like a war drum, I then let go of his hair and run my hand down his body, taking it straight to his crotch. Curling my fingers around the thick shape tenting his pants, I give it one hard squeeze and then pull back from his kiss.
“Let’s get this party started, shall we?” I purr, looking from Madden to Tristan as a wicked grin takes over my lips. Taking both my hands to Madden’s chest, I push him back and then walk past them, walking toward the granite countertop. Turning around so that I’m facing them, I jump and sit up on the counter, and then I raise my hand and make a ‘come and get me’ motion with my index finger. As if they’re hypnotized, they walk after me and lean against the counter, Tristan on my left side and Madden on the right.
I throw my head back, smiling, and they bring their mouths to my neck, gently kissing it as their fingers move up my arms. Grabbing at the straps of my dress, they push it down my arms, and I feel the fabric drooping over my chest to reveal a glimpse of my lace bra.
They keep on pushing at the dress, bringing it down to my waist, and then I lift my ass from the counter so that they can bring it all the way down my legs. When I sit back down on the counter, I’m only wearing my La Pearla lingerie and high heels, my thong so drenched that it’s already sticking to my skin.
“Could you be any more fucking beautiful?” Madden asks me, that delicious grin lighting up his face. He tucks one lock of hair over my ear, and then rests his index finger on my belly, slowly sliding it up to my cleavage. There, he traces the contour of my bra with his fingertip, taking it all the way around my body and only stopping when he finds the clasp between my shoulderblades. With a flick of his fingers, he unclasps my bra and I feel the cups drooping over my breasts.
“Nah, she’s already perfect,” Tristan replies to Madden, his fingers tracing the contour of the cups covering my breasts. As he does it, the cups droop even more and my left nipple pops out; mimicking Tristan, Madden does the same on my right breast and frees my nipple.
“You keep saying things like that, I might have to reward you,” I laugh, my heart tightening up as they brush their fingertips over my hard nipples. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel their touch on my rosy tips, and my mouth dries up with anticipation.
“Being here with you is the only reward we want,” Tristan whispers and then, softly digging his fingers into my breast and squeezing it, he parts his lips and takes them to my nipple. I bite down on my lower lip as I watch him close the distance between his mouth and my breast, and I close my eyes right before he makes contact.
Wrapping his lips around my left nipple, he takes into his mouth and runs his tongue around it, his movements slow but precise. “Oh, God,” I moan as I feel Madden’s lips around my right nipple, both men licking and sucking at my sensitive tips.
As they do it, Madden places one hand on my knee and brings it up my leg a few inches. He holds it there for a few seconds and then, sliding his hand fast, he brings his fingers all the way up to my inner thigh. He doesn’t go for my pussy right away - instead, he strokes the tender skin on my i
nner thighs with his fingertips, teasing me and making me even more wet.
“Let’s get this out of the way,” Tristan whispers as he pulls back from my nipple; hooking his fingers on the left cup of my bra, he yanks it off me and then lets it fall to the floor at his feet. Looking at me as if I were the last woman on Earth, he caresses my breast softly, and I can’t help but notice his cock becoming even harder as he plays with my nipple.
And you know I can’t resist a cock as hard as his.
My hand darts to his crotch and I flatten it against his bulging shape, rubbing it over the tented up fabric of his pants. I do the same with Madden, taking both their cocks in my hand, and I hold my breath as Madden finally starts brushing his fingers against my groin, tracing the contour of my thong.
“Oh, come on, don’t torture me,” I protest against his teasing and, before I can restrain myself, I let go of his cock and curl my fingers around his wrist. Pulling his hand against me, I force him to cup my pussy and only then do I peel my fingers off his wrist. Throwing my head back, I let a heavy sigh roll out from between my lips and I can’t help but sway my hips, rocking my pussy against the palm of his hand.
“You’re in a hurry, aren’t you?” Tristan laughs but, at the same time, he allows his hand to slide down from my breast. He takes it to my outer thigh and, hooking his thumb on the string of fabric that laces my waist, he pulls on it so hard that he rips my thong apart. Yanking on my torn underwear, he pulls it off my body and I moan as I feel the fabric sliding over my skin.
Now completely naked, I can’t help but surrender to the base instinct commanding my brain right now. Curling my fingers around Tristan’s wrist again, I force him press his hand harder against my pussy; taking the hint, he rests his thumb over my clit while, at the same time, he slowly slides his index finger inside my pussy. He curls it upward, bringing it straight up to my G-spot, and holds it there. Pressing hard against that sensitive pleasure center, he then slides one more finger inside me and my insides feel as if they’re on fire.
