Playboy Billionaire

“I think she needs a little inspection,” Victor said. He was smirking and soaping his elegant, lean body with a grey loofah. “What do you think, Andrew?”

Andrew grinned. He dragged the soft shower mat closer to my body and dropped down on his knees. When I felt his soapy hands gripping my thighs, I shivered. The same tingle of arousal from the night before spread through my lower belly as Andrew nudged his way between my thighs. This time, when he started gently flicking his tongue over my clit, I was ready for the delicious fireworks that exploded in my lower belly.

“How does she taste?” Victor asked. He was standing behind me, gently soaping my back with the loofah. It felt deliciously scratchy over my soft skin and I shuddered as Victor dropped the sponge to the tiled floor and started eagerly massaging my back.

Andrew wrapped his arms around my ass and pulled my pussy closer to his face. I could feel my own juices dripping down my thighs as Andrew’s scruffy chin rubbed against my puffy, swollen labia. Andrew slid a soapy finger inside of me and gently began wriggling it around. I moaned softly as a shockwave of lust went through me.

“I want a taste, too,” Victor purred in my ear. He dropped to his knees behind me. When I realized what he was about to do, my cheeks burned bright red with shame, mortification, and the most powerful wave of lust I’d ever experienced.

Victor’s wet, strong hands parted the cheeks of my ass. I tensed and strained, nervous that he was about to do something awfully dirty. But when I felt his tongue flicking against the puckered tissue of my asshole, I moaned and relaxed into Victor’s mouth. His tongue gently probed me, running over the sensitive flesh until I was moaning and bucking my hips in either direction.

Andrew slid another finger inside of me and began wriggling his fingers against the walls of my pussy until I was whimpering and crying out for want of release. The twin stimulation of my asshole and clit was driving me crazy, and soon I was bracing myself against the slick tiled wall of the shower, begging for release. I felt Victor’s tongue slide inside my asshole just as Andrew slipped a third finger inside of my body.

“God,” I cried loudly. “Fuck me! This feels so good,” I purred loudly. When my orgasm hit me, it was as powerful as a truck. I groaned and grunted and thrust my hips in every which way, trying to maximize my pleasure. I held my breath, letting the sensation rip through my body until every cell, every nerve had been fulfilled.

Andrew and Victor stood up, wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands. I half expected them to pull me into a sexual embrace, but shockingly, they just started soaping up and washing off. Soon, the three of us were bantering about Boston sports like we were regulars at a diner, having breakfast and conversation.

After the shower, Andrew wrapped me up in a plush towel and kissed me on the forehead. “You’re doing great,” Andrew said with a smirk. “Even better than I expected.”

I frowned. “What are you even talking

about?”

“Get dressed,” Andrew replied. “I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

I didn’t have any clothes but the ones I’d worn into Boston with Megan, but Andrew promised to take me shopping sometime soon. Once I was ready, I ran a brush through my hair and used Andrew’s manly deodorant.

“Come on,” Andrew said, jerking his head towards the door. “Let’s go.”

Victor was curled up on the couch, reading a book. I glanced towards him.

“Isn’t Victor coming with us?”

“I’m working from home today,” Victor called out, not glancing up from the book. I was surprised at his change in demeanor – it was like both Victor and Andrew could go from sex-crazed maniacs to respectable people in a matter of seconds.

Fresh snow had fallen overnight and I marveled at how beautiful the neighborhood looked as Andrew guided me carefully down the icy street. I nearly slipped and fell three times, but each time, Andrew was right there at my side,

gripping my elbow and making sure I stayed on my feet.

“Careful,” Andrew said with a grin as he guided me around the corner. “Don’t want you falling and breaking anything.”

This time, there was no hint of malice or anything dark in his grin.

The restaurant Andrew had chosen was really nice – inside was all reclaimed wood and low, dim lighting that made it look intimate and cozy, even though it wasn’t even noon. Andrew ordered lobster eggs benedict for both of us. I didn’t feel hungry, but looking at the menu made my stomach ache.

Everything felt different. I couldn’t believe that I’d slept with my stepbrother – that I’d had such raunchy, dirty sex. I felt like a different person. Kristin Calloway didn’t do things like this – had I become someone completely different overnight?

Andrew chuckled. “I know how you feel,” he said, breaking the silence at the table. “Trust me – I’ve felt like that before, lots of times.”

I nodded slowly. “What do you mean?” My cheeks blushed bright red. “How did you know what I was thinking about?”

Andrew snickered. “Your eyes are as wide as saucers, Kristin. Trust me – I know. It’s different, yeah, but trust me, it’s fine. It doesn’t mean anything about you as a person. It doesn’t change who you are in here.” Andrew tapped his chest, which I took to mean as a gesture towards his heart.

My blush deepened. “I don’t know,” I said quietly. “I feel different. I feel like I failed my mom, you know? She always told me…” I trailed off, feeling stupid. Andrew was looking at me like I was a little kid, and I was afraid that he’d judge me if I told him the truth.

“She’s wrong,” Andrew said firmly. “She doesn’t know that sex doesn’t really matter that much.”

I frowned. “What do you mean, it doesn’t matter? Victor’s your…your boyfriend,” I finished nervously, taking a sip of my lemon water.