ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Tempted Pleasure (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance)

by Jane Price

  Derrick's sweet, beautiful face bobbed steadily up against my pussy, the squelching of his tongue against my cunt driving me wild as he absorbed my tender flavor, and the additional application of his fingers up against my clitoris getting me so damn hot for him that I thought I might explode.

  And then, God help me, I did begin to explode, all over the place, my body lighting up with such a furious orgasm that my convulsions caused the bed to rattle, and that my screams must have been loud enough to wake the damn dead. Stars flashed across my eyes and sweat poured along my skin in torrents, every nerve in me frayed and sizzling with delight, and the moments ticking by with agonizing slowness as I slowly, slowly, slowly drifted back down.

  At last, I came to my senses, and by this point the animal in me was so fully formed and irrepressible that there was absolutely no stopping me. I tore Derrick out of his jeans and ripped him out of his boxer shorts, whipping his long hot cock out into the open and immediately beginning to service him, sliding the thing through my fingers and smashing my grip almost violently into his pelvis. He grunted with satisfaction at this, and I began to climb up on top of him, straddling him on the bed, and sitting down on top of his erection in a manner most agonizing.

  I loved being stretched out by him as he pushed through the tingling meat of my pussy, inch by inch by inch of his immensity becoming wholly absorbed inside me, until at last I'd consumed him fully, and could feel him touch down inside the deepest, wettest, tightest fathoms of my anatomy.

  I began to dance, to gyrate, to twitch on top of him, grinding my pelvis forward and back, forward and back, forward and back against his own, his cock spanning through my insides, shifting and distorting me, getting me worked up as hell as the sensations ripped through my anatomy.

  “Oh God yes, oh God yes, oh Goddddd,” I moaned, and proceeded to bounce up and down on top of him like a damn pogo stick, jackhammering and smashing like mad into his anatomy, driving that cock as deep up into me as I could get it, so far and so deep that it nearly got me cross-eyed with sweet, dizzy pleasure.

  And at last, a final, abrupt pounding into his body, holding myself in place with his erection carving deep, deep into me, and the sensations tearing through both of us like wild. He came inside me, filling me up with his essence, and once again I went shooting through the roof of climax, every nerve in my body electrified, and my love for this man erupting right there on the spot.

  And from then on out, it was all just history. The two of us knew that we'd found something remarkable in one another, and that the connection we'd established was something that was most definitely worth holding onto.

  That isn't to say, exactly, that things were without their hitches. Particularly at first, there were quite a few obstacles to work around, obstacles that were responsible for the “on and off” status of our relationship that I referred to earlier on. If it had just been up to us, the whole thing would have been peaches and cream, and we would have been perfectly content in one another's company without even a thought of things being different.

  But, for one thing, when we weren't in college, the two of us lived in completely different states, which made keeping what we had alive outside the confines of the university campus a difficult feat to say the least. For his part, he had a job lined up for after graduation that would take him into a city halfway across the country, and I personally had no earthly idea what the hell I should be doing once the ink was dry on my diploma, and all that was left was to pay of my horrendous accumulation of student loans.

  As unbelievably good as it may have seemed for the duration it lasted, it seemed impractical to try and continue what the two of us shared after college was over. This was the real world after all, not a fairy tale, and the two of us both knew that. We might have had a tremendous emotional connection, and we might have given one another the best sex of either of our lives, but it was just hard to reconcile our life plans with one another.

  And so it was that we, at least temporarily, ended the relationship amicably, having bittersweet breakup sex one final time, fucking so hard that we nearly broke the bed, and then going our separate ways for the next several ensuing months.

  Derrick went and did his thing in the city, and I decided, in my lost state, to take a much different route, volunteering overseas, claiming it as resume experience even if it was mostly just distraction from my dumbfounded aimlessness in life.

  The two of us each saw other people for a while, thinking that what we'd shared in the past had been exhausted as far as it could go, and that it was best left buried behind us. That sure as hell didn't prevent me from thinking about our time together, though, and occasionally I would hear from him, either through social media or, very rarely, in an e-mail.

  It was during a plane trip back to the United States, I think, that it really began to sink in that, as lost as I had felt for so very long, Derrick had been one of the few things in my life I'd ever been sure about, even if it had only been for that short and glorious period of time.

  And it occurred to me, then, that there was no real good reason for me to have deprived myself of the person I loved. I had told myself that it wouldn't worked despite there being no real basis for this notion, when all the while I could quite reasonably have made it work given my desire for it.

  I mean, hell... I was young. I had plenty of time in life. I needed to take this risk, to give love a chance, and to fling myself back into Derrick's arms on the off-chance he would take me.

  And he did. He sure as hell did, very gladly, seeming as though our separation had been every bit as painful for him as it had been for me.

  And once the two of us got back together, things had really begun to stick, our lives granted the spice and the excitement we'd been missing for so very long, and the connection seeming like it would genuinely last this time around.

  To bring things back around to where this whole story began, then, suffice it to say that Derrick and I's sex life was a force unto itself as the years of our relationship rolled by. Once the two of us moved in together, the two of us were at each other practically every night, insatiable, you might even say, unable to get enough of one another no matter how hard we tried, and the two of us routinely pushing our limits to involve as many sweet, depraved activities in the bedroom as possible.

  I'm talking, really, all sorts of crazy stuff. The two of us were, for the most part, a very unassuming couple when it came to the perception of those around us, but we secretly engaged in far more seedy kinks than you could possibly think to shake a stick at.

  I'm talking toys, sex manuals, some of the dirtiest positions you can possibly imagine, oral and anal and every damn thing in between. The two of us even had a sex swing installed in our bedroom, which we put to terribly good use on a number of occasions, engaging in mind-blowing acts of brutal intercourse that nearly make me blush just thinking about them.

  But the matter of our birthdays was another issue entirely... The two of us, once a year, permitted one another to indulge in our deepest, seediest fantasies together, anything at all, no matter how crazy or out there it was, just as long as both of us were comfortable enough with it. These were things that were almost more like experiments for us than anything, things we'd fantasized about on occasion but thought might be pushing the limits to actually go about giving it a shot.

  Like okay, for instance, there was one year for his birthday that Derrick asked me to slide into a strap-on dildo and anally peg him. It seemed so completely out of the blue in terms of a request from him, something I might never have imagined him asking, but once I managed to climb up onto him and get down to business, I had to say I rather enjoyed the power that wielding a cock gave me, and the extent to which he suffered pleasantly from being stretched out by my efforts.

  And then there was one year that he asked me to dress up in tight, skin hugging leather and carry out a dominatrix routine on him, whipping his ass to a damn pulp and getting him so turned on by the end that he practically r
ang for weeks with orgasm afterward.

  For my part, I asked him on my own birthdays to do things like humiliating himself by dressing up in my bra and panties, giving me a striptease in the manner that I might normally do for him, things like that. Or, maybe, making him clean the house for me ass naked, wearing nothing but a maid's uniform and his cock hanging out underneath, while I sat on the couch and sipped wine, watching him bend over, stretching, flexing, getting me so turned on that I nearly tackled him onto the floor before it was all over, in order to get me a generous piece of that hot maid's ass for myself.

  This year, however, I had escalated my request, almost to an extent that seemed dangerous, and that I'd had to ask very cautiously in order to avoid blowing things up between the two of us altogether. I'd said it sort of jokingly at first, in fact. He'd asked casually one day what I thought I might want for my birthday, wink wink, and I'd made a little quip that was something like, “How about two guys at one time? Ha, ha, ha...”

  And I think he could see through my front pretty damn clearly, intuiting that I did in fact want this, very, very much, and that the lighthearted facade was designed primarily to ease him into submission.

  And it worked...

  It wasn't an easy sell, not by a long, long shot. But somehow, Lord help me, I managed to finagle it into working.

  Here the two of us were, at the bar, scouting for a third member of our triad to come and join the two of us in our bedroom, and I realized, just then, that I should have been a hell of a lot more grateful to have a man who would even take my proposal seriously.

  And then, suddenly, I felt the jabbing of an elbow in my side, drawing me back to the present, along with the sound of Derrick's voice in my ear: “Hey... How about that guy over there?”

  My eyes went wide, and my nostrils flared, at the realization that this most lurid of arrangements was at last underway.

  2

  Ryan was the guy's name, and he seemed to serve as nearly the perfect counterpart to Derrick, in that both men were strapped, tight-bodied, will endowed, and their appearance varied just enough to make the dynamic that much spicier. Derrick's hair was a bright, dirty blonde, whereas Ryan's was a jet black, giving them just the right amount of variation to please me like hell. The stranger's eyes were dark and penetrating, and when I'd come up to approach him his gaze alone had caused my heart to skip a beat or two.

  I caught myself, though, and modestly made my most immodest of proposals, speaking low, and my face heating up to an uncomfortable extent. I managed, somehow, to still my nerves, laying out the specifics of what interested me, and holding my breath as I waited on pins and needles for the man's reaction.

  It came as an unbelievable relief to hear that he was in no way turned off by being involved with another man, not to mention another man's girlfriend, and I could scarcely believe as the three of us zoomed down the streets that I'd somehow managed to take the first step in the direction of this most lurid arrangement.

  And the next thing I knew, there the three of us were, all sitting on the edge of the bed awkwardly, trying not to look at one another, me, all the while, thinking that I'd made an asinine mistake, and that there was no possible way the three of us could go through with this. It occurred to me that the three of us were almost certainly nowhere near as drunk as we needed to be to get this thing going, and I toyed briefly with the idea of going to grab something for the three of us to get the job started.

  But then, quite suddenly, Derrick leaned into me, surprising the hell out of me by taking the initiative, and putting his lips onto mine. I received him gladly, unsure of myself but grateful for the distraction, his taste soothing as I allowed my eyes to flutter closed, absorbing him as his tongue jousted into my mouth, as it had done so many times before, his saliva drooling sensually into me, and causing my head to go light with arousal.

  I sucked on him, leeching onto his lips as though my very life depended on it, and was brought just short of relief when suddenly he pulled himself off of me, sliding his mouth to the side of my neck, and proceeding to kiss there instead. I brought up my shoulder in an effort to contain myself as his tongue tickled and lapped up against me, causing me to cringe with delight, and nearly making me want to cry, pleasantly overwhelmed as I was at that point in time.

  But then, just when I thought I'd gotten a handle on things, there came Ryan attacking from the other side. It took little more than a single peck on the opposite side of my neck to get my attention, and promptly I turned to him, opening my lips reflexively wide in order to receive him readily. And bam, there was his mouth, pressed up against my own, his tongue pouring into me, his saliva mingling with my own, and our tongues twisting together like there was no damn tomorrow.

  It was, in many ways, shocking. It had been years since I'd last kissed someone new, someone foreign and unfamiliar, and as head over heels in love with Derrick as I might have been, I had to say that the danger, the suspense of a brand new encounter was unlike anything I could really describe.

  I began whimpering almost instantly into my new lover's open mouth, cringing with delight as he tasted me, his flavor, in many ways, vastly different from Derrick's when compared on such an immediate basis, but with some unmistakable underlying similarities as well.

  For some time, the three of us continued in this shy, relatively safe zone, making out like polygamist newlyweds atop the creaking bedsprings, their hands all over me, touching and petting and grabbing like their lives depended on it. Derrick, being my regular partner, demonstrated a greater freedom in touching me, letting his hand glide swiftly along my thigh, up my skirt, and beneath the fabric of my panties.

  My knees quivered as he teased me in his familiar way, always coming so damn close to manipulating my pussy but never quite getting there, petting, making me squirm with lust, but always stopping just ever so short of the mark.

  Ryan, meanwhile, although keeping a few paces behind, was still no coward sexually as far as that was concerned. He respected his distance, but he still ravished me like wild, seizing my breasts and squeezing tightly on them, making me burn with passion for these two, and craving the moment when they would go plunging me over the edge, annihilating me in the most pleasant of ways.

  And sure enough, soon the two men's hands came angling for my clothes sliding up into every hem, every edge of fabric, and beginning to denude me. Wet, sweat drenched fabric was pried from my heaving flesh with some considerable effort, snapping from my body with loud, wet kisses, and each cool blast as another article was removed causing me to shiver from head to toe.

  My blouse came rippling to the floor beside the bed, followed by my skirt, pulled meticulously from my body, and cast aside with little thought whatsoever. And soon, the two of them were undressing as well, shirts flying as well as pants, until soon all of us were down to our underwear, me in my bra and panties, and them in a set of boxers and a tight, black man thong, each of them with erect cocks pumping through the fabric, making me burn so badly with desire for them that it practically made my head spin.

  Once again the two of them enveloped me, wrapping me up in their bodies and smothering me, sliding their hands all over me, making it, frankly, impossible to know which way was up.

  Ryan, the newcomer, lay in front of me, kissing me, his hands down my panties, and his fingers taking their first wet dips into my pussy. His touch was almost magical, sending shocks of fresh new sensations through my body that verged on blinding.

  Derrick, meanwhile, pushed his cock into me from behind, unhooking my bra, and then leaning in to run kisses up and down along my spine, all the while digging his fingers into my ass, and kneading my soft, hot, supple buttocks up like dough.

  And the next thing I knew, I was being wriggled out of my bra and panties entirely, stripped to complete nudity, and left heaving, panting, sweating the sheets between the bodies of these two absolute sexpots.

  Derrick came climbing down along my body, pushing apart my thighs, and dipping his head i
nto me, oral sexing the hell out of me as was his way, sliding his tongue into my pussy and lashing me up like there was no damn tomorrow.

  I was actually beginning to grow quite surprised at how earnestly he seemed to be getting into all of this, and my shock only intensified when Ryan came crawling over around the bed, mounting Derrick from behind, and dry-humping him in his underwear. Derrick, noticing this, looked over his shoulders, and my eyes went wide as sin as the two of them began to kiss like the wildest of lovers, cheeks compressed as their lips melted together, sucking and popping and drooling, turning me on like you wouldn't believe.

  They pulled apart after some time of this, leering into one another with the most lurid of bedroom eyes, and causing goosebumps to erupt all down along the back of my neck. I had no idea whatsoever that such a bisexual streak had existed in Derrick all these years, and had been expecting any contact between the two men as they engaged in fucking me to be accidental and at a distance.

  I wasn't at all disappointed to be proven wrong on this front, however...