I can’t believe I let her talk me into stripping. Let her just take control like that. I’m the one in control. Always. But something about her makes that control balance on a precarious edge. I’m starting to think it won’t take much for it to tip.
Right now I’d be willing to do just about anything to have her here in my room with me. In my bed. Her hands on me like they were just five minutes ago.
She wanted to touch my cock. I could see it in her eyes. The indecision. Caution warring with desire. With need.
My whole body is still hot from where she ran her hands along my skin. Fucking Madden. If he hadn’t been there just now, I know I could have had her. It wouldn’t have taken much to make her give in to me. It was written all over her face.
He has to go. It’s that simple. Always jumping in with some smartass remark or ridiculous joke. If he hadn’t been all ‘Help a man out, Megan,’ I know she would have reached right into my pants and wrapped those delicate fingers around my dick.
I groan at the thought. Fucking Madden, I think again. But I don’t want to think about him right now. I want to think about Megan.
That sexy mouth, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips, the way her tits rose and fell with each breath, her eyes clouded with lust.
I will have her. I’ll win her over. There’s no way I’ll let that fucker have her. He’ll see soon enough. Megan is mine.
Stopping in the center of my room, my eyes fall on my laptop and an idea somehow makes its way through my sex-clouded brain.
I need to know more about her. Find out about her background. All along I’ve wondered why she was here. Why she was participating in a reality show with those other girls who were nothing like her. There’s something there, but I can’t quite put my finger on what it might be.
I have a feeling there’s more to her than meets the eye. She might be a virgin, but there’s more to that story, too. Some of the girls that were here were virgins because of the way they grew up, repressing their sexuality until they were pushed past the breaking point, past their limits. Until their inner desires took over and made them give in to carnal pleasure. But Megan…
I could see the way she wanted it. The way she wanted to play the game with us. The way she wanted to touch and explore. How excited she was when she saw our cocks. She isn’t some repressed virgin, that much is clear.
I need to dig into her background. Find out more about her. It’s not prying. It’s smart. If I want to win her over, I need to go in prepared.
But not right now. With Megan holed up in her room—probably for the rest of the night—I have plenty of time to do some research.
Right now I have a much bigger problem to take care of. And it looks like I’ll be taking it into my own hands, literally.
Stalking toward the bathroom, I turn the shower on hot and step inside, letting the water from the multi-jet system pelt down on my overheated skin. Bracing one hand on the marble wall as steam fills the room, I grip the base of my cock.
My head drops down and my eyes close as I let out a low groan. I picture Megan in my mind, the way she looked greedily at my cock. The way her hand twitched as it hovered inches from it.
Fuck. I pump my fist up and down my shaft, increasing the pressure as I grow even harder, throbbing and heavy with need.
I picture her tongue darting out again, then I imagine her dropping to her knees in front of me, right there in the dining room. Opening those soft pink lips and taking my cock into her hot mouth, wrapping her lips around it and sucking me off.
A tingle begins at the base of my spine, and my balls tighten. It doesn’t take much. I’m that fucking turned on just by the idea of coming down her throat. A second later I’m groaning as hot jets of cum shoot out, over and over and over.
I lean both hands on the wall as I catch my breath. Megan has gotten under my skin for sure. I can have any girl I want, anytime I want. That’s not being cocky—it’s just the way it is. Yet Megan has me beating off in the shower because I can’t have her. It only makes me want her more. Now I’m even more determined that she’ll be mine before the end of the week.
Madden
I can’t wipe the grin off my face the entire way to my bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I let out a laugh as I grip my cock in my fist. Precum is dripping from the tip, and I immediately start pumping my shaft. I wonder if Tristan and Megan are both in their rooms getting themselves off, too.
I sure as fuck think so because after what just happened downstairs? There’s no way they can’t be. That was fucking hot.
Flopping down on my bed, I stare up at the ceiling thinking about Megan as I tug on my dick. She’s amazing. I’ve had a hard-on all damn night, and I thought she was going to send me over the edge when she started unbuckling my belt. Hell yeah.
I love seeing this daring side of her. There may have been hints of it earlier in the season, but this is the first time I’m really noticing just how much fun she might be. I fucking love it. T
here is no way a girl like her should be a virgin.
Not with a perfect body like that. She’s so damn eager, too. Couldn’t wait for us to strip down and show her our cocks. I could tell. I don’t know if it was the fact that there were two of us there or what, but I don’t think she truly wanted to back off like she did. I think she wanted it. I want to be the one to give it to her. Hard. And deep. Over and over again.
I think about her tits as I thrust up into my fist, using my other hand to cup my balls.
“Fuck,” I grit out as my cock swells. I think about coming all over her tits. The way they were bouncing around all night in that low-cut dress had me so damn hard. I want to rub my dick all over them.