A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance

by Heidi Hunter

  “Have you figured out our names?” Maryanne asked.

  Rick smiled. “Are you the long lost Roffenhausen twins?”

  “We are!” Maryanne exclaimed excitedly. “I’m …”

  “Let me guess,” Rick interrupted. “You’re Becky and she’s Roxanne.”

  “I’m not the Abbi,” I mumbled.

  “You’re right,” Maryanne said. “Shall we retire upstairs for some fun now?”

  Brock nodded his head a little too excitedly as Rick said, “Let’s go, ladies.”

  I put my arm through his and we walked toward a staircase across the room.

  At the top of the stairs, Rick led us down a hall to another impressive set of double doors. I glanced over at Maryanne, who had a huge smile on her face, as he opened them. On the other side, he turned to us.

  “We’ll see you ladies in a bit, and we can pair up.”

  Maryanne dragged me into a side room. The walls were lined with lockers.

  “What the fuck is this?” I asked. Then it dawned on me. “This is one of your weird ass parties!”

  “It’s an orgy, dummy. Let’s get undressed.”

  “I wouldn’t have come if you told me it was this type of party,” I said.

  “Exactly. And you need to come, so I didn’t tell you. Aren’t you glad you’re not downstairs getting high and watching Broad City reruns?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Whatever. Get undressed.”

  My buzz faded as I undressed in front of Maryanne. I’d seen her naked body before, and she’d seen mine at one time or another. Neither of us leaned that direction sexually, but we were ashamed with our bodies at all. After we were out of our clothes, she turned to me with a serious look on her face. Fuck, I thought. How can she make it worse?

  “I want Rick, okay?”

  “What? No. Brock seemed really weird and gross.”

  “I called dibs.”

  “You can’t call dibs at an orgy,” I protested.

  “You can’t, huh?” She put her hand on her hip. “How many orgies you been to before?”

  “None.”

  “Exactly. You’re going away, so I thought we should have a memorable memory together. I don’t mean together in the same room with the same guy, but you know.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  We walked back into the hallway. Rick and Brock stood casually waiting for us. I couldn’t help but look at their dicks. Apparently, Rick had gotten all the dick genes. His was the biggest I’d ever seen, and it wasn’t even hard. On the other hand, Brock had a micro-penis. After much research online, I’d come to the conclusion they were cool but not for me.

  “Ready, ladies?” Rick asked, staring into my eyes.

  “You’re with me, Rick,” Maryanne said.

  He didn’t even glance over at her. “No, dear. I choose the lovely Roxanne.”

  “Nikki?” a familiar voice asked from further down the hall.

  I turned to look and saw Steven Cary, naked as the day he was born. His cock was flaccid, hanging between his legs. He walked over, instantly looking Rick and Brock into the eyes to size them up.

  “Hey, Steven,” I said. “I didn’t know you came to parties like this.”

  “It’s my first one,” he said. “I didn’t know you went to them.”

  “It’s my first too,” I said.

  “Excuse me,” Rick said. “I don’t have all night. I’d like to leave with Roxanne now.”

  He stretched out his arm toward me. I glanced at Steven.

  “She’s with me, big guy,” he said, obviously referencing that major cock.

  “I’m sorry, but I’ve already asked her. You know the rules. Either we both enjoy time with her or neither of us enjoys time with her.”

  “Hey, wait, don’t I have a choice in this?” I asked.

  “Of course, dear,” Rick said with his hands on his hips, that massive cock hanging down. “Who shall it be?”

  Emotions and hormones raced through my body as an anxiety attack loomed on the horizon for me. I threw all caution to the wind and blurted out, “I want you both.”

  The two men looked at me then at each other. Maybe they’ll both decline, I thought to myself with a self-satisfied smile on my face. Unfortunately, neither of them backed down.

  “I want Winchester rules,” Steven said.

  “What the fuck is Winchester rules?” I hissed into Maryanne’s ear.

  “And you’re the one that gets the best of the best tonight?” She shook her head from side to side then whispered into my ear, “Neither of the guys touch either. Both stay at one end of you.”

  I nodded, fascinated at the orgy culture and etiquette. It was different than I’d imagined – not that I’d thought about orgies before.

  “Let’s go, gentleman,” I said, bending my arms.

  Steven stood on my right. Rick was on the other side. They led me into the main room, which was full of people lounging around, talking, drinking, doing coke, and more. The only difference from downstairs was that they were all naked. Doors lined the walls. Some of them were opened, and I noticed bedrooms. We walked into one. I closed the door behind us and locked it.

  Rick clapped his hands together once and said, “Well, shall we begin?”

  “Hold on,” I said. “I don’t know a lot about orgies, but I don’t want to rush into this just because we’re naked. How about a drink first?”

  “I don’t drink,” Rick said, “But I have a pipe and some weed.”

  “Great,” I said, perking up a little.

  “You want a glass of wine too, Nikki?”

  “It’s Roxanne tonight, Steven, but yeah, a glass please.”

  He walked over to the bar on one wall of the bedroom and opened a bottle of red wine. Rick reached for his pockets, which were missing along with his pants.

  “Actually, I left it back in the dressing room. I can go get it if you want.” He looked from Steven then back to me, suddenly not as cocky as he had been. “Will you wait?”

  “Sure. I mean, I still might change my mind, but I’m not a tease.”

  Rick rushed out of the room, closing the door behind him. Steven walked up and offered me a wine glass. I took it and swallowed some of the red magic juice. My nerves were shot. I couldn’t believe I’d been able to make it this far without freaking out.

  “I was surprised to see you here tonight,” Steven said, taking a drink himself.

  “Yeah, me too. I mean you surprised me too.”

  “Well, when you said you were moving away, I thought about it. All I could figure is you thought I was too uptight. I figured you might be here before you leave for California.”

  “Wow, Sherlock, nice cock.” I smiled.

  “I’m being serious, Nikki…”

  “Roxanne,” I said, cutting him off.

  “Roxanne. I think I might just leave.”

  “No, please,” I begged, a little too enthusiastic.

  “Okay, I’ll stay. After last night, I was afraid I’d never be able to get close to you again.”

  “Yeah?”

  My heart melted a little, but I fortified it as Rick returned to the room with a blown glass weed pipe and a small baggie of what smelled like Sour Diesel.

  “Is that what I think it is?” I asked with a smile.

  “Indeed, it is, dear Roxanne. Sour Diesel. The best weed money can buy right now. It’s out of California.”

  “Yeah, I know,” I said, watching as he filled the bowl.

  “Here you go.”

  I gave my wine glass to Steven, who held it for me as I took a deep hit. Instantly, my mind floated away and I relaxed. Sometimes pot made me feel paranoid, but it was usually when I smoked cheap weed. The high quality stuff took me to another world, one where I could handle an orgy between two men with huge cocks.

  “I’ll take a hit,” Steven said, surprising me.

  He handed the wine glasses to me. I took a last drink then set them on the bar counter. As I walked back
, he exhaled, a puff of smoke filling the air. Rick took a hit of his own. After just a few tokes each, we were all baked beyond belief. The fact we were all naked struck me. Instead of freaking out, the thought made me a little wet between the legs.

  Before either man could say another word, I went over to the bed, which was big enough to hold five or six people. In the middle, I got on my hands and knees. Are the men going to take charge? What’s this going to be like? How the hell did Steven end up here? Can I handle both men? Questions flooded my mind as I waited anxiously. Rick sat on the bed in front of me with his legs spread.

  At the same time, Steven’s hands gripped my ass cheeks, massaging them. A moment later, he was on his back with his head between my legs. I moaned as he started to tease my delicate and tender flesh. While he got me wet and bothered, I turned my attention to Rick’s massive dick. The sides of the shaft were smooth. He wasn’t circumcised, which was new for me.

  I reached out and grasped it at the base. My fingers were tiny in comparison. He groaned as I lifted it as best I could. Meanwhile, Steven’s tongue touched me. I pressed my pussy against his face. Pleasure built up between my legs as I lowered my head closer to Rick’s monster cock. The foreskin covered the shiny head. I pulled it back with my hand. The tip slipped passed my pursed lips.

  The cock pushed further into my mouth. I couldn’t help but compare it to Steven’s, which was smaller and more manageable – not to mention circumcised. I preferred his. Rick hardened in my mouth as I worked him over with my lips and tongue. It was almost like a sixty-nine because Steven was going down on me, but it was different because it wasn’t his dick.

  “Fuck me,” I gasped after pulling back my head for a moment.

  Steven kissed my clitoris one last time then slid out from under me. A moment later, he put one of his hands on my ass cheek to steady himself. His thick, mushroom head found the entrance to my tight, wet hole. He pushed his cock inside me with one quick thrust. “Ugh,” I grunted, pleasure building up. While he fucked me from behind, I concentrated on Rick.

  Maybe it was the weed, or a man I cared about a lot was inside my body, but time slowed and I slipped away to another world. In the realm I found myself in, all my individual cells were alive. Skin to skin, the three of us danced with ancient movements performed trillions of times by an even larger number of people. All I wanted was for the ecstasy coursing through my body to continue.

  “Can we switch, dear?” Rick asked, pushing back my bangs with his hand.

  “Huh?” I stopped sucking him and looked up while I continued to stroke his beast with my tiny hand.

  “Can we switch, dear? I want to take you from behind. You’re good, but I don’t think your mouth is going to do, if you know what I mean.”

  I wasn’t even offended. The idea of pleasuring Steven with my mouth was a welcome one to me. He scooted back then got up. Steven, who had been quiet, suddenly appeared in front of me. I bent my head up to look at him as he sat down on his ass in front of me. The faraway look in his eyes scared me a little, but he spread his legs. His cock was slick with my juices.

  “There we go,” Rick muttered behind me.

  He pushed just the tip of his one-eyed man-snake into me. My pussy stretched to take it. Slowly, gently, he thrust in a little more. Inch by delicious inch, he filled my hole completely. Before he was all the way in, I grasped Steven’s cock in my hand and stroked it up and down a few times. He stroked my hair gently as I moved my face closer to it. I moaned loudly as Rick continued to slip into me.

  My gasps were muffled as I took Steven into my mouth. As I worked him with my mouth like a longtime lover who cared about him intensely, Rick stopped pushing into me. He pulled out then pushed in again, fucking me with that gigantic and fabulous cock. To change it up a bit, I took my mouth off of Steven and pressed it flat against his chest, exposing his cleanly shaven balls.

  I stuck out my pink, wet tongue and ran it over the wrinkled flesh. He smelled fresh, like soap and sunshine. Every time I touched his balls, his cock twitched in my hand as I continued to press it against his chest. Rick was fucking me faster, pushing my body forward with each thrust. After paying attention to his nut-sack for a few seconds, I slid my lips back to his shaft.

  At the top, I slipped the tip back into my mouth. He groaned as his cock throbbed between my lips. The harder Rick fucked me from behind, the more forcefully I sucked Steven. All three of us were moaning and breathing quickly. Our bodies were in synch as we pleasured each other. My orgasm built up. I was ready to burst.

  The base of Steven’s cock twitched. I knew what was coming next. Him. I kept my mouth over the head as he moaned and spilled his seed. At the same time, Rick hit just the right spot, pushing me over the edge. My body shook in pleasure. A moment later, Rick grunted, pulled out, and shot his load onto my back and ass. I looked up with a smile on my face.

  “Nikki,” Steven moaned.

  I let him slip out of my mouth. Some of his cum dribbled out of the side of my mouth. Giggling, I stuck out my tongue and slurped it back in. Steven and I stared at each other, forgetting Rick completely. All that mattered to me was enjoying the come down and afterglow. For me, that was the best part of sex. With three people it was a little awkward, but I wanted Steven. Only him.

  In my mind, doubts about going to California began to form. Rick left the room, closing the door behind him. I hoped he left his pipe and the weed, but I didn’t care as long as I could hang out with Steven a little longer. He was so much older than me. If I was honest, that was what attracted me to him so much. He’d been through life and was ready to settle down.

  “Wow,” I said, sitting up before laying down next to him on the bed.

  “I agree.”

  He put his arm around me as I rested my head on his chest. Snuggled close, everything in my life made sense. I was wrong about California. Steven is the man for me. He’s so honest, and trustworthy, and hot, and that cock… I tried to stop thinking and just enjoy the moment, something that was difficult for me at times. After cleaning up in the attached bathroom, we locked the door and got back into bed.

  “Do orgies last all night?” I asked.

  “The good ones. Let’s sleep.”

  “Okay.”

  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

  The next morning, I woke to a knock at the door.

  “Hello? You three done?” Maryanne called through the door.

  “Yeah, hold on, I said, standing up and stretching before I walked over and unlocked the door.

  “You’re done, I see.”

  “Yeah, I want to get cleaned up and go,” I said, standing up and stretching.

  “Hey, Steven. How you been?” Maryanne asked, walking over to him to the bed.

  Suddenly, I realized they knew each other. She had told me she was sleeping with a rich guy, but she never mentioned his name. I couldn’t believe the guy who only took me once on my last day as his babysitter had been fucking my best friend on the side the whole time.

  “What the fuck?” I asked him while flashing a look of anger.

  “Wait,” he said, standing up, his cock obviously hard under his briefs.

  “Can you leave us for a minute, Maryanne?” I asked, glaring in her direction.

  She threw up her hands and walked out of the room. I turned back to Steven.

  “Again, what the fuck? You’ve been sleeping with her? I thought we had something special.”

  “She wasn’t my employee,” he said lamely.

  I frowned and shook my head from side to side as I stared at him. Disappointment dripped off my face.

  “And you were my employee,” he continued. “It wouldn’t have been right for me to sleep with you.”

  “But you knew she was my friend. And you didn’t say anything to me?”

  “I liked you and wanted you, but I knew you needed the money.”

  I breathed deeply, trying to calm myself. “I can’t deal with this. Goodbye, Steven. I don’t want to ever hear from you
again.”

  As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted saying them, but there was no taking them back. I got dressed and stormed out of the room. People were still lounging around the main room naked, but I paid them no attention as I headed downstairs. Maryanne saw me and tried to stop me, but I ignored her completely as I went outside. The valet took my ticket and fetched my car.

  “You can find your own fucking ride home,” I snapped at her.

  She had a look of horror and disgust on her face, but I didn’t care. The betrayal was too much to bear. I had almost second-guessed myself on moving away to California, but my mind was set. Fuck Steven and Fuck Maryanne, I thought as I waited for my car. Maryanne stood quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to me in one of my angry moods. When my car arrived, I left her standing outside the mansion.

  With forty nine thousand dollars in the bank, I didn’t worry about going back to my apartment to get my clothes or anything. If I did, I had a chance of running into Maryanne. She would probably stay at the orgy mansion or go home with Steven. I don’t care anymore, I said to myself as I drove away, heading West. I wasn’t sure where I would end up exactly, but it would be somewhere in California.

  The further away I drove, the less I thought about Steven and Maryanne, the two people who had betrayed me. I may have been overreacting a bit, but she was truly a bitch. I didn’t care about her or him anymore. All I could do was put as many miles between me and them as possible. No tears appeared, which made me think maybe my last minute thoughts of being with Steven were wrong.

  By the time I made it out of Maine, headed toward Pennsylvania, my mind was made up. The money I’d saved up wouldn’t last forever, but it would set me up with a nice starter apartment somewhere in California. As the miles added up, I became more excited about my adventure. I’m twenty-one years old, single, and ready to fucking mingle…

  Three

  Nikki and the Mechanic