The Biggest Licker

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.

7

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. There 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.

I think she’d like that, too. She might be a virgin, but I can tell she’s a little wild. That she’ll like being adventurous. I want to show her how many different ways I can make her cum.

My fingers tighten around my cock and I pump harder and faster, wishing it was her hand wrapped around it. Her mouth. Her pussy. Her ass. I want to take her everywhere.

I groan through my orgasm as that thought sends it ripping through my body. I cum hard, spraying hot white streams all over my chest as I shudder from the intense pleasure.

Dropping my hand to the bed beside me, I lie there for a few minutes enjoying the relaxed sensation spreading through me. That wasn’t the first time I’ve jerked off—obviously—but it is the first time since I’ve been in this house.

I haven’t had to. There’s been pussy everywhere, just begging to be fucked. But now that it’s just Megan, I’m actually going to have to work for it. Convince her it’s my cock she wants inside her.

I’m determined to woo her. No fucking way will I let Tristan have her. I narrow my eyes. There wasn’t anything she did tonight that indicated which of us she might prefer more. Normally it would be obvious. Body language, words, lingering touches or glances.

But I swear she was equally into both of us. That shit has to change. Jumping up from the bed, I head to take a quick shower, my mind racing. What can I do about this? How am I going to win her over?

By the time I’m cleaned up and drying off with one of the huge, fluffy white towels, I’ve got it.

I just need

to do a little digging. I wrap the towel around my waist and grab my laptop before jumping back on the bed and leaning back against the headboard, one hand propped behind my head while I power it up with the other.

The best way to woo a woman is to know her. Know what she likes, what makes her tick, what her interests are. It gives you an advantage. And right now, I’m willing to grab any advantage I can get. It’s still playing fair. I’m not cheating, after all. No one said anything like this was against the rules. If they didn’t want us knowing anything about the girls in the house, they wouldn’t give us Internet access, right? Right.

So a little insight into Megan’s background only serves to arm me with the things I need to know to make her happy. To make her mine.

Because after that little game she played tonight, I’m only more certain of how badly I want her. She’s fucking amazing. And she may have freaked out just a bit there at the end, but I’ve got this.

All I need to know is a bit more about who Megan is. I dig in, smiling the whole time. Because next time I cum, you better believe Megan’s going to be right there with me, enjoying every second of it.

8

Megan

Sinking down further into the bubbles filling the huge-ass bathtub, I look around the bathroom, wondering if the cameras will be able to tell if I touch myself right now. Probably. I’m so fucking horny, but I don’t know if I can handle the possibility of someone on the camera crew watching me masturbate. Or worse—what if it gets aired on national television with a little censor square over it? Ugh.

I groan and keep my hands visible above the bubbles. I figured a nice relaxing bath was exactly what I needed to help settle this nervous energy before going to bed. But no. All it’s done is make me even hornier.

Tristan and Madden.

O-M-Fucking-G.