A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance (10 page)

“Great,” I said, perking up a little.

“You want a glass of wine too, Nikki?”

“It’s Roxanne tonight, Steven, but yeah, a glass please.”

He walked over to the bar on one wall of the bedroom and opened a bottle of red wine. Rick reached for his pockets, which were missing along with his pants.

“Actually, I left it back in the dressing room. I can go get it if you want.” He looked from Steven then back to me, suddenly not as cocky as he had been. “Will you wait?”

“Sure. I mean, I still might change my mind, but I’m not a tease.”

Rick rushed out of the room, closing the door behind him. Steven walked up and offered me a wine glass. I took it and swallowed some of the red magic juice. My nerves were shot. I couldn’t believe I’d been able to make it this far without freaking out.

“I was surprised to see you here tonight,” Steven said, taking a drink himself.

“Yeah, me too. I mean you surprised me too.”

“Well, when you said you were moving away, I thought about it. All I could figure is you thought I was too uptight. I figured you might be here before you leave for California.”

“Wow, Sherlock, nice cock.” I smiled.

“I’m being serious, Nikki…”

“Roxanne,” I said, cutting him off.

“Roxanne. I think I might just leave.”

“No, please,” I begged, a little too enthusiastic.

“Okay, I’ll stay. After last night, I was afraid I’d never be able to get close to you again.”

“Yeah?”

My heart melted a little, but I fortified it as Rick returned to the room with a blown glass weed pipe and a small baggie of what smelled like Sour Diesel.

“Is that what I think it is?” I asked with a smile.

“Indeed, it is, dear Roxanne. Sour Diesel. The best weed money can buy right now. It’s out of California.”

“Yeah, I know,” I said, watching as he filled the bowl.

“Here you go.”

I gave my wine glass to Steven, who held it for me as I took a deep hit. Instantly, my mind floated away and I relaxed. Sometimes pot made me feel paranoid, but it was usually when I smoked cheap weed. The high quality stuff took me to another world, one where I could handle an orgy between two men with huge cocks.

“I’ll take a hit,” Steven said, surprising me.

He handed the wine glasses to me. I took a last drink then set them on the bar counter. As I walked back, he exhaled, a puff of smoke filling the air. Rick took a hit of his own. After just a few tokes each, we were all baked beyond belief. The fact we were all naked struck me. Instead of freaking out, the thought made me a little wet between the legs.

Before either man could say another word, I went over to the bed, which was big enough to hold five or six people. In the middle, I got on my hands and knees.
Are the men going to take charge? What’s this going to be like? How the hell did Steven end up here? Can I handle both men?
Questions flooded my mind as I waited anxiously. Rick sat on the bed in front of me with his legs spread.

At the same time, Steven’s hands gripped my ass cheeks, massaging them. A moment later, he was on his back with his head between my legs. I moaned as he started to tease my delicate and tender flesh. While he got me wet and bothered, I turned my attention to Rick’s massive dick. The sides of the shaft were smooth. He wasn’t circumcised, which was new for me.

I reached out and grasped it at the base. My fingers were tiny in comparison. He groaned as I lifted it as best I could. Meanwhile, Steven’s tongue touched me. I pressed my pussy against his face. Pleasure built up between my legs as I lowered my head closer to Rick’s monster cock. The foreskin covered the shiny head. I pulled it back with my hand. The tip slipped passed my pursed lips.

The cock pushed further into my mouth. I couldn’t help but compare it to Steven’s, which was smaller and more manageable – not to mention circumcised. I preferred his. Rick hardened in my mouth as I worked him over with my lips and tongue. It was almost like a sixty-nine because Steven was going down on me, but it was different because it wasn’t his dick.

“Fuck me,” I gasped after pulling back my head for a moment.

Steven kissed my clitoris one last time then slid out from under me. A moment later, he put one of his hands on my ass cheek to steady himself. His thick, mushroom head found the entrance to my tight, wet hole. He pushed his cock inside me with one quick thrust. “Ugh,” I grunted, pleasure building up. While he fucked me from behind, I concentrated on Rick.

Maybe it was the weed, or a man I cared about a lot was inside my body, but time slowed and I slipped away to another world. In the realm I found myself in, all my individual cells were alive. Skin to skin, the three of us danced with ancient movements performed trillions of times by an even larger number of people. All I wanted was for the ecstasy coursing through my body to continue.

“Can we switch, dear?” Rick asked, pushing back my bangs with his hand.

“Huh?” I stopped sucking him and looked up while I continued to stroke his beast with my tiny hand.

“Can we switch, dear? I want to take you from behind. You’re good, but I don’t think your mouth is going to do, if you know what I mean.”

I wasn’t even offended. The idea of pleasuring Steven with my mouth was a welcome one to me. He scooted back then got up. Steven, who had been quiet, suddenly appeared in front of me. I bent my head up to look at him as he sat down on his ass in front of me. The faraway look in his eyes scared me a little, but he spread his legs. His cock was slick with my juices.

“There we go,” Rick muttered behind me.

He pushed just the tip of his one-eyed man-snake into me. My pussy stretched to take it. Slowly, gently, he thrust in a little more. Inch by delicious inch, he filled my hole completely. Before he was all the way in, I grasped Steven’s cock in my hand and stroked it up and down a few times. He stroked my hair gently as I moved my face closer to it. I moaned loudly as Rick continued to slip into me.

My gasps were muffled as I took Steven into my mouth. As I worked him with my mouth like a longtime lover who cared about him intensely, Rick stopped pushing into me. He pulled out then pushed in again, fucking me with that gigantic and fabulous cock. To change it up a bit, I took my mouth off of Steven and pressed it flat against his chest, exposing his cleanly shaven balls.

I stuck out my pink, wet tongue and ran it over the wrinkled flesh. He smelled fresh, like soap and sunshine. Every time I touched his balls, his cock twitched in my hand as I continued to press it against his chest. Rick was fucking me faster, pushing my body forward with each thrust. After paying attention to his nut-sack for a few seconds, I slid my lips back to his shaft.

At the top, I slipped the tip back into my mouth. He groaned as his cock throbbed between my lips. The harder Rick fucked me from behind, the more forcefully I sucked Steven. All three of us were moaning and breathing quickly. Our bodies were in synch as we pleasured each other. My orgasm built up. I was ready to burst.

The base of Steven’s cock twitched. I knew what was coming next. Him. I kept my mouth over the head as he moaned and spilled his seed. At the same time, Rick hit just the right spot, pushing me over the edge. My body shook in pleasure. A moment later, Rick grunted, pulled out, and shot his load onto my back and ass. I looked up with a smile on my face.

“Nikki,” Steven moaned.

I let him slip out of my mouth. Some of his cum dribbled out of the side of my mouth. Giggling, I stuck out my tongue and slurped it back in. Steven and I stared at each other, forgetting Rick completely. All that mattered to me was enjoying the come down and afterglow. For me, that was the best part of sex. With three people it was a little awkward, but I wanted Steven. Only him.

In my mind, doubts about going to California began to form. Rick left the room, closing the door behind him. I hoped he left his pipe and the weed, but I didn’t care as long as I could hang out with Steven a little longer. He was so much older than me. If I was honest, that was what attracted me to him so much. He’d been through life and was ready to settle down.

“Wow,” I said, sitting up before laying down next to him on the bed.

“I agree.”

He put his arm around me as I rested my head on his chest. Snuggled close, everything in my life made sense.
I was wrong about California. Steven is the man for me. He’s so honest, and trustworthy, and hot, and that cock…
I tried to stop thinking and just enjoy the moment, something that was difficult for me at times. After cleaning up in the attached bathroom, we locked the door and got back into bed.

“Do orgies last all night?” I asked.

“The good ones. Let’s sleep.”

“Okay.”

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The next morning, I woke to a knock at the door.

“Hello? You three done?” Maryanne called through the door.

“Yeah, hold on, I said, standing up and stretching before I walked over and unlocked the door.

“You’re done, I see.”

“Yeah, I want to get cleaned up and go,” I said, standing up and stretching.

“Hey, Steven. How you been?” Maryanne asked, walking over to him to the bed.

Suddenly, I realized they knew each other. She had told me she was sleeping with a rich guy, but she never mentioned his name. I couldn’t believe the guy who only took me once on my last day as his babysitter had been fucking my best friend on the side the whole time.

“What the fuck?” I asked him while flashing a look of anger.

“Wait,” he said, standing up, his cock obviously hard under his briefs.

“Can you leave us for a minute, Maryanne?” I asked, glaring in her direction.

She threw up her hands and walked out of the room. I turned back to Steven.

“Again, what the fuck? You’ve been sleeping with her? I thought we had something special.”

“She wasn’t my employee,” he said lamely.

I frowned and shook my head from side to side as I stared at him. Disappointment dripped off my face.

“And you were my employee,” he continued. “It wouldn’t have been right for me to sleep with you.”

“But you knew she was my friend. And you didn’t say anything to me?”

“I liked you and wanted you, but I knew you needed the money.”

I breathed deeply, trying to calm myself. “I can’t deal with this. Goodbye, Steven. I don’t want to ever hear from you again.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted saying them, but there was no taking them back. I got dressed and stormed out of the room. People were still lounging around the main room naked, but I paid them no attention as I headed downstairs. Maryanne saw me and tried to stop me, but I ignored her completely as I went outside. The valet took my ticket and fetched my car.

“You can find your own fucking ride home,” I snapped at her.

She had a look of horror and disgust on her face, but I didn’t care. The betrayal was too much to bear. I had almost second-guessed myself on moving away to California, but my mind was set.
Fuck Steven and Fuck Maryanne,
I thought as I waited for my car. Maryanne stood quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to me in one of my angry moods. When my car arrived, I left her standing outside the mansion.

With forty nine thousand dollars in the bank, I didn’t worry about going back to my apartment to get my clothes or anything. If I did, I had a chance of running into Maryanne. She would probably stay at the orgy mansion or go home with Steven.
I don’t care anymore,
I said to myself as I drove away, heading West. I wasn’t sure where I would end up exactly, but it would be somewhere in California.

The further away I drove, the less I thought about Steven and Maryanne, the two people who had betrayed me. I may have been overreacting a bit, but she was truly a bitch. I didn’t care about her or him anymore. All I could do was put as many miles between me and them as possible. No tears appeared, which made me think maybe my last minute thoughts of being with Steven were wrong.

By the time I made it out of Maine, headed toward Pennsylvania, my mind was made up. The money I’d saved up wouldn’t last forever, but it would set me up with a nice starter apartment somewhere in California. As the miles added up, I became more excited about my adventure.
I’m twenty-one years old, single, and ready to fucking mingle…

Three

Nikki and the Mechanic

I made it to Pennsylvania around five in the evening, about ten hours after I left Maine. I planned to stop in Scranton to find a room and get some sleep. My phone was off, so I didn’t have to deal with Maryanne, Steven or anyone else. I’d made up my mind and was going to make it across the country to California no matter what it took. Then disaster struck.

Well, it was disastrous for me. Smoke and steam poured out of the front of my car. Shit, I thought as I pulled over to the side of the road just outside Scranton. The sun wouldn’t set for three or four hours at least, but I didn’t like being stuck on the side of the road. I wondered whether I should call Steven or Maryanne. No, fuck that. I can do this.