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.
44
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.