ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Completely Obsessed (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance)

by Charlotte Sloan

  “Jesus... Daniel... God, I... What are you doing here?”

  He didn't answer, however, and slowly the door creaked open a little bit further, to reveal the sight of Derek standing behind him, looking almost as darkly at me as my husband. At least he wasn't dead, I thought, although this did little to clarify what the hell was happening, much less how I should be reacting to all of it.

  It was Derek who spoke up in response to my query, his voice calm, collected, and yet so tantalizing that it made my legs tremble with every slow syllable that slipped out through his lips. “After the two of us had been... Meeting for a couple of weeks, it sank in for me that I really knew next to nothing about you. It really wasn't much of my business, I thought, but just out of curiosity, I decided to do a little bit of digging about you through social networking...”

  I swallowed hard, knowing this couldn't possibly end well on any level, but anxious to hear the conclusion of events all the same. I wanted my sentence swiftly, to simply get it over with and be done with it, and not have this guilt hanging over me any longer.

  “And, well,” he continued, “Imagine my surprise when I found out that you were a married woman. It took me a few moments to absorb this fact, and when I did, I realized that I couldn't be responsible for breaking apart a marriage. And so, I decided to do the most decent thing I could conceive of, and tell your husband the truth.”

  This was it, I thought, everything stopping around me, as I held my breath in terrified anticipation.

  “To my surprise, however,” he continued, with disturbing collectedness, “he was remarkably understanding about it all...”

  And then, taking over, my husband chimed in: “My only disappointment was that you didn't think to include me in your little extra fun as well...”

  And with that, my head spinning and my ears ringing with the words that I simply couldn't believe I was hearing, the door to the outside world was closed behind the three of us, and things became very, very perverse, very, very quickly.

  I was in shock, truth be told, as the two men began to ravish me, rolling me back and forth between their bodies, touching and groping and grasping, bestowing far more love onto a guilty adulteress than I was sure I deserved, but yet which I couldn't say I minded all the same.

  Their palms seemed to melt, to dissolve, and to slide all over me, and gradually my initial confusion gave way to sheer, carnal desire for this treasured triad, and any reservations I might have had about all of it quickly went melting away from my body.

  And now, God help me, they were peeling me out of my clothes, stripping me from the sports bra and jogging shorts, until I was down to nothing whatsoever but the tight little strap of my black thong panties. And their wet mouths pressed up against me, all over me, leeching onto whatever warm, wet surface they could find.

  They pecked up and down along my neck, they suckled on my engorged, excited tits, they smothered themselves against my stomach, and they even began to plant kisses across my buttocks, an act which, I had to say, aroused me even more than I could have imagined.

  And the kisses didn't stop at just me, either. Much to my surprise, my shock, and eventually my delight, the two studly men in my life had something of a bisexual streak in them. I stared, stupefied, as occasionally they would each break away from me in order to make out with each other, their tight, rugged cheeks compressed as they sucked on one another's beautiful faces, tongues jousting into one another, twisting together, soaking one another up as I watched from the sidelines in excitement, playing with my aroused nipples all the while as I witnessed them.

  And that certainly isn't to say they neglected little old me all the while, either. Not by a long shot. Before I knew it, I was being draped across the bed by these two hulking studs, who were ass naked by this point, their strapped, chiseled bodies positioning themselves around me, and their long, hot rods swaying, jiggling bouncing all over the place.

  Derek went down on me, sliding my thong from my ass and dipping his head between my thighs in that all too glorious way of his. I groaned, and squeezed myself tightly around him as he kissed my pussy, screwing his tongue around inside me, licking, slurping, and getting me so damn worked up that I thought I might not last throughout the entirety of the affair.

  Then, to even the playing field just a little bit and to split my concentration, Daniel came kneeling down in front of my face, and I parted my jaws wide to receive him. His cock tasted more wonderful than it ever had, and I serviced him as best I could in my ecstasy. Slowly I pushed my face back, forth, back, forth, back, forth up against him, deep throating him, choking myself on his immensity, and yet loving the fact all the while.

  He groaned with pleasure, tilting his head back, and beginning to stroke my hair affectionately. I decided to torment him even further as my head rang with delight, twisting and slurping my tongue around in a very special way, and loving the feeling of him throbbing inside me with the utmost pleasure.

  Suddenly, then, I saw Derek's hands appear around Daniel's sides, gripping onto my husband's ass for support as he ate me, and something about this aroused me, setting me over the edge and flying into the seediest of climaxes. I began to whimper, then to moan, and finally to scream, as the sensations raced through my body, and I nearly passed out from the sweet, carnal satisfaction.

  When I'd finished cumming, the two men extricated themselves from me, giving me a short break as I panted and wheezed in exhaustion there on the sweat-soaked bed. This wasn't to say I was without stimulation, however, as the two of them were putting on quite the show on the bed beside me...

  I began to rub my wet pussy wildly, masturbating to the sight of the two men curled up in one another's arms, sucking on one another's faces with more vehemence than ever, their hands firmly grasping one another's penises, stroking one another hard, quick, and brutally, and the entire tangle of limbs getting me worked up more than almost anything up to this point.

  It didn't take long at all for me to become revitalized while witnessing this sweet, lurid sight, and after a while I could no longer contain myself from crawling across the bed in their direction, imposing myself onto the pile, and twisting my sweaty form into that perversely beautiful tangle of limbs.

  The three of us reoriented ourselves on the bedspread once again, positioning our bodies into a triangular daisy chain, each of us ducked forward with our skulls against the genitals of the next person in the circle, and sucking on one another as though our very lives depended on it. This time, my husband was the one eating me, while I sucked off Derek, and Derek, finally deep-throated my husband again.

  This fact alone was enough to make me cum from just thinking about it for too long, but before I made my way up to the heights of climax, my husband was pulling his mouth away from my crotch, grunting like a mad man- and, I realized, unloading in Derek's mouth.

  I could hardly stand the sweet sin of the whole ordeal by this point, and I thought, as I had on that first day with Derek, that it might all just be a dream. But God, how I hoped that I was wrong about that...

  Finally, the three of us got down to the filthy, beautiful business of fucking, impure and simple. They took turns climbing up on top of me, mounting me, and plowing me mercilessly, each man at a time, each stroking and pumping and pushing in the trail of the other. Derek was first, his lovemaking exquisitely familiar to me at this point, and yet the surprises he still somehow managed to throw my way never failing to blow my mind.

  This time around, he did me with my legs pushed up, my ankles held in place around my ears by my husband, pushing into me until I nearly fainted with pleasure. This time around, however, I didn't quite make it all the way up to the splendid heights of orgasm, falling just short of the mark- which isn't to say I was wholly disappointed as I unleashed his hot essence inside me, filling me up with himself, and at last pulling out, and leaving me shivering in my own sweat.

  And that was because now, my husband was mounting me in turn, flipping me over and climbing onto m
y body like an animal, and pushing himself inside me through the wake of my other lover's molten essence, a natural, perverse lubricant.

  And he began to thrust, to dig, to drill deeper and harder into me than ever, tearing screams of sweet pleasure from my throat, causing my head to bang with his bolting thrusts and making me burn with each upping of intensity. Again and again and again he pelted down into my deepest depths, continually reaching further and further in than I thought was humanly possible, and at last slamming down like a hammer, holding steady, and unleashing.

  And as he filled me yet again, I was pushed successfully past the point of my own endurance, my head racing, my heart thundering, and every damn nerve ending in my body lighting up with shock. I groaned, and moaned wildly, every ounce of me on fire with want and lust and satisfaction, and my union with my two lovers the sweetest, most wonderful thing in the world.

  At last, Daniel pulled out of me as well, and Derek added himself onto the pile. The three of us twisted together, making out tenderly and dissolving into one another for some time in the afterglow, drunk on one another's company, and simply unable to get enough.

  And good God, was it wonderful...

  It wasn't for a couple of weeks after that that I discovered I was pregnant that Daniel and I had been discussing, which, under normal circumstances, would have been great- except I had no earthly idea

  to whoto which of the two men was the child's father...

  THE END

  Pleasure Unleashed

  1

  “How about him?” I asked, leering down across the bar to a man whose face was only half-lit, the other half in shadow.

  “Who?” asked Derrick, squinting, right in the direction of the dude, yet somehow failing to ascertain all the same who I was referring to.

  “That guy, right there! The one I'm pointing to...” I outstretched a finger in his direction, having wished to resist any need for pointing, given that it would have given away, more or less, what the two of us were attempting to accomplish. Discretion, I knew, without a doubt, was a must.

  Derrick leaned in, following the trail of my finger with his eyes. Finally, he seemed to catch on to the man to whom I was pointing, and he studied him carefully, his eyes roving up and down along the surface of his body. Finally, after an extensive degree of consideration, he shook his head. “No, no... No, I don't think so, sorry...”

  “What? Why, what's wrong with him?” I insisted, turning to look at my boyfriend with a raised eyebrow, thinking that at this point he must be splitting hairs rather than finding any sort of legitimate fault with these men.

  “God, I don't know... I've never really given this sort of thing much thought until now, you know? I don't really have a specific reason, it's just a vibe... He just... He doesn't seem... No...”

  “Oh come on, there's got to be some sort of reason. I mean, I really don't give a damn what it is as far as that goes, but knowing it would be helpful so I can decide what the hell I should be looking for that apparently distinguishes these men from one another in your mind. We're going to be here for hours at this rate, and my birthday only lasts until midnight you know...”

  “I know, I know, alright... It's just a lot of pressure for me, is all. I'll try, I promise I'll try... Now, uh... Let me see... Um... I think, maybe... Maybe it's how he's dressed. I don't know. He seems like a damn hipster or something. He's too neat. Too thin. And those God-awful glasses...”

  “See, that wasn't so hard now was it? I knew I could eventually get you objectifying men if I tried hard enough. Okay, well, I'll keep that in mind... Now, um... How about that guy?”

  “What guy?”

  “The one, next to the last guy I pointed to, the hipster, but two seats down.”

  “That's a chick... I mean, I'd totally be up for you and another chick...”

  I gave him a pissed off look, but I couldn't help but allow the corners of my lips to curl up into a sarcastic smile at the remark. “No, gorgeous, let's save that discussion for when your birthday rolls around... I'm talking about the other side of the guy than what you're apparently looking at.”

  “Sorry, she just had a great rack. I couldn't help but let my eyes be drawn to it...” I slapped him on the chest, and he laughed nervously, which was good, because I think we needed to diffuse the tension between the two of us just a bit in that moment.

  “Hey, if you're teaching me to objectify men, I should at least be able to give equal treatment to women shouldn't I?” I didn't dignify this with an answer aside from another sarcastic glance, and he picked up readily on the hint, turning back toward where I'd directed him, and reverting to his scholarly, on-the-prowl consideration. “Alright, alright, alright... Ummmm, let me look again. The guy two seats down, the guy two seats down... Oh, I see him now... Hmmmm... yeah, no...”

  “What? But you barely looked at him? He seems perfect to me...” I was getting a little bit exasperated at this point, which I knew to be wholly unreasonable on my part, but I think it stemmed from sort of the same nervousness as Derrick felt, even if it did happen to be expressed a bit differently.

  His mode of operation was to prolong the inevitability of selection for as long as possible, to put off the decision that was getting him worked up, whereas I wanted to know who we'd be going with as soon as humanly possible, in order to bite the bullet of making the initial choice, not to mention diminishing the likelihood of my going through with it once the choice had been made.

  “God, I don't know Katie... I told you, I don't have reasons for all of this... It's not something I have any sort of direct sense for, because I've never had to look at a guy with this sort of eye before. It's a huge change in my mode of thinking, don't you think?”

  “You don't have to go through with this, you know...” I said, looking more annoyed than ever, and certainly more so than I had any right to do. But of course, even as I said this, I knew it was only half true. I mean, no, he didn't actually have to do anything. But by this point it was pretty much an expectation on my part, and I would have been hella disappointed if he'd wimped out at this point and backed out of our arrangement. This was, after all, his main gift to me this year, and it would have been wholly unreasonable of him to deny me that which he'd promised.

  But, at the same time, I'm not going to act like I couldn't sympathize with his point of view. Had the shoe been on the other foot, and he wanted me to indulge his fantasy in an equal and opposite manner (as he'd just alluded to a few moments before,) it might not have been so difficult for me.

  I'd always, admittedly, had something of a curious streak, even if only a very mild one, but if it had been something he'd desired of me, say for a one-time thing, I might have agreed pretty damn readily to go through with it, and not feel nearly as put out by the fact of being asked to choose a third, female bedfellow.

  Nevertheless, he seemed to be going into this like a champ, and though he sighed in exasperation, I could see him really attempting to make an effort on my behalf as he turned back in the direction of the stranger across the bar. “No, no, I still want to do this for you... Just, let me think, alright? Um... I think that guy's problem is that he's too hairy or something... Bulky... Poorly kept, and all that...”

  “Wait, now... You just said that the exact opposite of that was the problem with the man two seats down. Like literally ten seconds ago, you were pointing out all the opposites as issues, and now you're just reversing it...”

  “Look, I told you it's not a science, alright? I know it's stupid, that's just how I feel!” he was getting pretty damn flustered at this point, and perhaps understandably so. My initial impulse was to tear right back into him in response, to argue just as vehemently that he needed to get on the damn ball with this, and that he was making me more and more nervous as the moments ticked by.

  But I somehow succeeded, then, in calming myself down, getting my act together and gaining my composure. I considered his point of view once again, and tried to put myself in his shoes. Although
I felt I would have been far more comfortable in the reverse situation, as mentioned previously, I tried to envision his own discomfort, and it became far easier to guess what he must be going through.

  As much as I might have wanted quick and easy results with this, I knew that rushing him into anything he wasn't comfortable with would just cause the whole thing to blow up in my face- and not at all in the kinky sense of the phrase that I genuinely wanted.

  “Alright, alright... You're right, I'm sorry...” I peered into my drinkless glass and brought it up to my lips, letting the ice cubes slosh down along toward my lips, hoping for a small trickle of liquid to still remain in order to quench my parched gullet.

  There was indeed a very thin trickle, but it was just water, melted ice at this point, and it did next to nothing whatsoever in terms of satisfying me. I sat my glass back down onto the bar and thought for a moment, sighing heavily until an idea occurred to me.