ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Tempted Pleasure (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance) (55 page)

I leaned in, whispering into Justin's ear, and I could tell, even as the soft words passed from between my lips, that the idea was starting to arouse him to no small degree. Once I'd explained the situation and my idea to him in full, he looked up, peering across the room at Mark, as though studying him, trying to decide whether this was a man he could fuck a woman with.

He got a good eyeful of him, and then breathed deeply, sighing, and said, much like Mark had, sure. Why the hell not? It wasn't something he'd ever really done before, but he couldn't say he hated the idea all that much. This was, of course, as much a reason for further anxiety as it was a relief, and I was torn between the split impulses to be glad and frightened at it as I took my ex-boyfriend by the hand across the room, in order to introduce him to my present boyfriend.

This was either the most ingenious idea I had ever had, or else it was absolute batshit insane...

The rest of the actual reunion, from there on out, was mostly just awkward standing around as far as our anxious little triad was concerned. We said hello to people, engaged in small talk with old forgotten classmates, but at this point in the night there was little of anything on our minds aside from the prospect of getting down and dirty with one another once all of this was over.

When at last the three of us could no longer stand it, we decided to leave the reunion early, saying our goodbyes, and heading back to the hotel where Justin was staying while in town for the reunion.

And there the three of us were. In his room. Sitting on his bed. I was looking back and forth from one man to the other. Justin was looking cautiously over at Mark on the other side of me, and Mark was avoiding eye contact with everyone altogether, staring at his lap- where, I couldn't help but notice, a most uncomfortable erection seemed to be bulging up through the fabric of his pants.

The stillness in these long, agonizing moments was almost unbearable, and when I could see plainly that neither of these men was going to begin of their own volition, I decided that it was up to me to get the ball rolling if this was to ever go anywhere.

Slowly, I placed a hand on Mark's leg, touching him gently, as though it was just the two of us in our own bedroom. He turned to face me, but with his eyes still cast down, as though in shame. I leaned in, and put my lips onto him, kissing him, putting my tongue inside him, tasting him as I has so many times before.

I could feel him, to some extent or another, easing up against me, his hot breath taking on a more relaxed pace, and his loud heartbeat slowing to a pace that at least seemed human. I kissed him harder, jousting against his cheeks with my tongue and devouring him so thoroughly that I think for a moment he might actually have forgotten about just what was going down right here and now.

And suddenly, I started, goosebumps prickling down along my spine and sweat really beginning to pour, as suddenly I felt the hot pressing of Justin's lips against the back of my neck, melting onto me, and slightly overwhelming me for a moment as I melted between the two men's touch. He began to nibble on me, as he hadn't done for months now, and the touch of his mouth against my flesh something that I suddenly ached for more than I could have imagined.

I missed his flavor, and after only a few seconds of this torment I was forced to turn to him, to taste him, to drink his saliva, and put my tongue in his mouth, the feeling as he consumed me once more causing me to absolutely burn for him.

And slowly, the scene began to heat up. At the very least, the initial barrier of shyness seemed to be dissolving, and the three of us were kissing fairly regularly, the two men passing me back and forth between the two of them, my mouth stretching and melting into goo against each of their own, and their distinct flavors overwhelming me, so that I felt an acute need for the situation to escalate as quickly as was humanly possible.

Finally, when I could take no more, I pulled out from between the two of them, panting, my nostrils flaring, and the room seeming to spin around me. They seemed to be looking at me with a degree of expectation in their eyes, and it slowly caused a perverse grin spreading wide across my face. I seized both of them by the hand, gripping their fingers tightly in my own, and lifting my body up resolutely from the bed.

“Come on, boys... I know how the three of us can get better acquainted with one another...”

And with that, I led them into the bathroom, closing the door shut behind us, and turning the shower up to full blast. The scalding water came pouring into the basin of the tub, and in a flash the room was beginning to fill up with steam, obscuring nearly everything from view save for our trio of hot, sweaty, heaving bodies.

The mood, now, was entirely appropriate for the perverse things we were about to do to one another, and the mysterious obscurity of the fog gave us just the level of anonymity we needed to lower our inhibitions to the level necessary for things to unfold.

The three of us were now a sea of entwined, grabbing limbs, each of us clutching for whatever fleshy surface we could grab, and none of us entirely certain which party, or even which sex we were groping. Their hands were all over me, squeezing on my tits through my blouse, gripping against my ass, and I think, even at this early stage, accidentally touching one another as well in their confusion.

In our present, jumbled state, then, it wasn't long at all before the fabric came melting gradually away, the sliding of our hands now bringing along clutched fabric, and peeling it from one another's anatomies as though our lives depended on one another's nudity. I could feel them denuding me as they groped me from tit to toe, yanking my blouse up over my head, and mussing up my hair in the process.

They dredged the fabric of my skirt down from my ass, to my knees, all the way down to around my ankles, and then the two of them alternated in sliding their fingers beneath the fabric of my tight, lacy lingerie. One of them, I couldn't tell which, was slipping their fingers beneath the cups of my bra, squeezing on the flesh of my breasts and kneading me up, and evoking such a string of impassioned moans from my chest that I thought I might collapse into a heap on the floor.

This same party then routinely played with the straps of my bra as well, threatening to slide them down from my arms and peel me out of the damn thing, but never quite accomplishing this, yet the sweet agony of it making me lightheaded all the while as he tormented me.

Then, the other set of hands, whosever they may have been, was digging around in my panties as though it was some newly discovered territory down there. Slipping his fingers beneath the lace, he squeezed on my buttocks with the force of a damn vice, massaging me and pinching me to oblivion, and then sliding back around to my front side as well.

He caressed my thighs in a very similar manner, causing my knees to tremble as he ventured ever nearer to my quivering pussy, yet every time he verged on fingering me he pulled away, getting me so hot and bothered for him that I wanted to scream.

And finally, sure enough, I was stripped out of my bra and panties altogether, left completely naked and vulnerable between the two of them, and my body so lit up with desire in that moment that I didn't even know how I would survive the entire ordeal of the affair.

I reached over, unbuttoning and unzipping each of the men, pulling each of their penises out into the open, and savoring the heat of their wet, sticky shafts between my fingers, and then stepping back in anticipation. I gazed in awe as they undressed the remainder of the way before me, peeling out of their tight, form-hugging shirts and revealing to me two tight, muscular bodies that were practically beyond the pours of my own comprehension. I shuddered and moaned at the sight of them, craving their flesh around and inside me, and the next thing I knew the three of us were in the shower, stepping ever closer to the ultimate goal.

Those beautiful bastards really tore into me now. There initial hesitation now vanished, they sandwiched in around me and positively ravished my wet, naked body. Their long, hot, splashing penises ground up against me on either side as they crushed me beneath their collective weight. Justin stood in front of me, kissing me wetly on the lips and putting his tongue into me, his stiffy slicing up against my abdomen as he ravished my nude form. He seized hold of my thigh, and hoisted it up around his waist, digging his erection even deeper into me than it had been before, and causing me to cry out in agony at the feeling of him as he jabbed so fiercely into my body.

Mark, meanwhile, stood behind me, grinding his erection through the crack of my ass, squeezing on my buttocks, and all the while running kisses up and down, up and down, up and down along the course of my neck. He sank his teeth into me, and chewed me up and spat me out as he loved me up into a frenzy, my head spinning and cries of passion slipping from my throat in spite of my best efforts at suppressing them.

Then, miraculously, somehow or another, I vanished from between the two men's bodies altogether. I stood back, astonished, as I watched the two of them wrapped up in one another's arms, making out like damn newlyweds, apparently embracing a bisexuality that I'd heretofore been completely unaware of having existed in either of them.

I began to play with my pussy as I watched the two of them, rubbing myself off to the sight of their lips popping and dissolving and melting against one another, and their erect penises jousting up against one another all the while, in a manner that was unbelievably erotic.

And that was when it hit me- the fact that, hell, I was totally missing out on a golden opportunity here, which is watching this all from afar.

Remedying this, then, I quickly squatted down in between the two men's bodies, ducking down over the floor of the tub and seizing each man's erect penis in my hand. I began to stroke them in tandem, occasionally and intentionally making the tips of their wangs kiss as I stretched and pumped the skin, and then I parted my jaws wide, and began to suck back and forth, back and forth, back and forth between each man's engorged cock. I deep throated those lucky bastards like a pro as they made out up above, shoving one long blade down my gullet until it jousted against the back of my throat, and then spitting him out, coated with slime and spit, and switched to the other.

For so long I alternated in this manner, deep throating from one to the other and back again, again and again and again, until suddenly, unexpectedly, I noticed one of them was beginning to ejaculate all over me. It was Mark, I somehow deduced through my dizziness, unable to hold his nut in light of all the hot, lurid action taking place around him.

I hurriedly opened my mouth to receive his load, and tasted only a fraction of it. The rest of it came spurting all over my face, drenching me in cum in addition to the scalding water of the shower, and by the time I rose back up to full height I could scarcely see a thing.

Thankfully, though, my two lovers were on the case in short enough order, kissing the sperm away from my face and cleaning me up in a manner that water could in no way achieve.

Soon, I was being whisked back onto the bed, far dirtier than ever at this point, and things were beginning to escalate. Mark, for the time being, was sitting by on the sidelines, his snake drained as it were from drenching my cheeks in the shower, and his task for the time being to refuel by masturbating to the sight of Justin and I going at it.

Justin, meanwhile, was spreading my legs wide, pushing my thighs far apart, and bowing his head down between them. I began to moan almost immediately as he began to eat my pussy for me, sliding his tongue through the hot, fleshy meat, lapping and rolling around through the pink floral folds in that manner he had, that sweet way I'd forgotten him to be capable of it had been so very long since he'd munched on me in that way.

Sensations trickled through my body as the spear of his tongue dug and twisted through my body, causing my spine to arch and the cheeks of my ass to clench in reaction, my spine tingling and every inch of my anatomy seizing with delight as he nibbled me with relish.

I came wildly, and the next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees, my ass thrusted out and my spine arched humiliatingly. He mounted me like a damn animal, clambering up on top of me and sliding himself inside. Good Lord, how I missed being stretched out by that giant cock of his, feeling it opening me wide to an extent that verged on unbearable, and the initial penetration only a very marginal fraction of the story.

I shivered, anticipating my own destruction, and finally he reared back, and came smashing back hard into my body. He tore into me like hell, his pelvis smashing against my ass and his thrusts unbearable from the get-go. I could feel myself, in no time at all, beginning to heat up again as he brutally fucked me, grinding through my body and producing a dreadful friction, pushing and pumping and devastating me as we screwed, his cock a force that I'd missed far more acutely than I could have even anticipated now that he was back inside me.