by Helena Ray
She watched as his gaze raked up and down her body, lingering over the place where her throbbing pussy leaked out cream that was beginning to seep down the inside of her thigh.
He collected a droplet of the liquid dripping from inside her on his finger. The faint light of the headlight illuminated his smirk.
“You ready to come again?”
Alexis nodded enthusiastically as he started unbuttoning his jeans. She watched hungrily as he pushed them down to his knees, once more treated to the sight of his erect cock, the purple head throbbing and already moist from his pre-cum. She reached out, wanting to feel the hot steel of his shaft in her hands again.
He sat back and shook his head, laughing softly. “Not until I say so. Anyway, I want to see your face when you come first.”
With that, he hooked one finger underneath the front of her thong, pulled off the garment, and disposed of it by tossing it over his shoulder. One hand went behind her back and began working on undoing the clasp of her bra.
Without warning, one thick digit pressed through the wet folds of her pussy, and Alexis screamed at the welcome invasion.
“That’s right, scream as loud as you want,” Tristan said as he began pushing the finger in and out of her clenched pussy.
Even though she had only felt a man’s fingers penetrate her a few times, Alexis had grown addicted to the sensation. She humped his hand in earnest, trying to draw his digits further into her. He wiggled his finger inside her and set sparks erupting in her.
“What was that?” she said, her eyes flipping open at the wave of excitement that hit her.
“That?” Tristan wiggled his finger again, and once more the small shocks of pleasure rolled over her, making her realize Tristan had found her elusive G-spot. She pumped harder against him, wanting to be filled even more.
Tristan responded to her bodily request by thrusting a second finger into her and pumping against her G-spot again. With each thrust, she found herself propelled higher and higher. She knew only the slightest stimulation would send her soaring into the stratosphere of satisfaction.
Tristan pinched one of her nipples and twisted it, and Alexis found herself suddenly thrust into her climax. She screamed Tristan’s name as she pumped against his fingers, drenching them with the liquid proof of her pleasure. Slowly she descended back to earth, her head spinning from the power of her release.
“You still sure you’re ready for sex?” Tristan asked, and Alexis saw that he had moved himself to sit between her legs.
“Yes,” she whispered, still trying to catch her breath.
“Good, because I can’t wait another second to bury myself in you.” His voice was nearly a growl, and Alexis could see the hunger plain on his face.
He kneeled over her, supporting his weight on one arm and holding his cock against her entrance with his other hand. He moved it up and down her dripping seam, and Alexis felt her pussy fire back to life. She whimpered a plea for him to hurry up, and he obliged.
Slowly, Tristan pressed the head of his cock into her entrance. She felt herself stretching, a sharp pain zinging through her. Almost instantly after it began, though, it turned into a searing pleasure more exciting than Alexis had anticipated. Tristan pressed himself farther into her with small strokes, sheathing himself in her warmth slowly.
This pace would not suffice to fulfill the newborn craving inside of Alexis. She moved against him and, with one jerk of her hips, pushed him fully into her. The sensation was more than she could imagine. She felt so impossibly full, and it took a moment for her to adjust to the way her pussy stretched to accommodate Tristan’s thick cock.
He looked into her eyes and placed a soft kiss on her lips before withdrawing and pushing softly into her again. He lifted his head, and Alexis could see the slightly pained look on his face.
“Just fuck me, Tristan.”
It took no more prodding for Tristan to withdraw fully from her and push himself back in again, instantly filling her to the brim again. Over and over again, he repeated the action, pulling both of them into a rhythm of furious thrusting. Each thrust stoked the fire inside of Alexis, and unable to help herself, she moaned her pleasure, knowing there was no one around to hear her scream in ecstasy.
The speed of Tristan’s thrusts increased, and each one sent Alexis closer and closer to the point of explosion. Tristan lowered his mouth to Alexis’s and kissed her passionately before rearing his head back and groaning as he orgasmed and shot his hot liquid into Alexis. The power of his climactic thrusts pushed Alexis to the point of total release. She pushed her hips against him, grazing her clit against the hard plane of his pelvic bone, and little explosions set off all over her body. She didn’t know how one man could make her come so many times, and she didn’t care. All she knew was that he was there right now, taking her virginity and teaching her more about her body than she had learned in a quarter of a century.
Tristan collapsed on top of Alexis, his heart racing in perfect tempo with Alexis’s. Slowly he withdrew his softening cock and placed a soft kiss on her neck. He laid his head on her chest and looked up into her eyes.
“You’re not a virgin anymore.”
“No, I’m not,” she whispered, the realization only then breaking over her. This man had deliciously corrupted her in the most carnal way possible, and she had wanted it with every cell of her being. One look at the sweet smile he beamed up at her told her she had made the right decision.
* * * *
Tristan didn’t want to interrupt the post-coital bliss. Underneath him was a beautiful, delicate creature, and he had just made her a woman. The feeling was heady. Tristan didn’t doubt he had been someone’s first at some point, but they hadn’t let him know, and no one had mattered as much to him as Alexis.
That’s why he knew he had to tell her.
With an extremely reluctant sigh, he pulled himself out of her and moved to lie next to her. The grass cushioned his head as he looked up at the starry sky.
“Alexis. I have to tell you something.”
Her breathing was the only sound Tristan could hear, and his heart skipped a beat when he heard it hitch.
“I wasn’t bad, was I? Oh my god, you’ve probably been with so many women that really knew how to—”
“Shh. Don’t worry. You’re pretty damn good in bed, sweetheart.” He turned his head to see her grinning at him. She was so cute when she was excited, and Tristan couldn’t help but place a soft kiss on her lips.
“Then what is it?”
Moment of truth. Tristan knew he had to tell her what he and Jeremiah wanted right then. If Jer was kissing her in the middle of the Lasso, then he was smitten. He hadn’t consulted with Jeremiah yet, but Tristan knew it was time to let her in on exactly what he wanted before he did irreversible damage to the angel next to him.
“I reckon someone’s let you in on Male Order’s, uh, quirks by now.”
“Like all the billionaires running around? That’s not really a quirk.”
Fuck. Did she not know?
“It’s certainly unusual, Alexis. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Oh.” Her voice was dark and husky and beckoned to Tristan. He looked back over at her and saw lust burning in her eyes. She knew. And from the looks of things, she wanted it. His dick began stirring again at the thought. “So you’re talking about the whole two-men-one-woman thing?” She paused and let out a small giggle. “Because that’s a quirk I’d like to see more towns have.”
The damn succubus had wrapped her arms around his as she spoke and rubbed herself against him, artfully landing his hand right on top of her mound. He reached out a finger to brush against her there. She shuddered and pushed her hips against his hand. It took everything in Tristan not to flip her on her back and finger-fuck her while she sucked on his cock.
“Yes. They’re called ménage relationships, and from what Jer tells me, they have a tendency to work out better than the more traditional ones.” Deep breath. “A
lexis, Jeremiah and I have talked and—”
His words were cut off by Alexis’s mouth claiming his. Her kiss was eager, hungry, her tongue laving against his. Well, this certainly made things easier.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, Tristan.”
“You’re sure? There’s a lot of societal pressure against this, and your family’s probably gonna say it’s damn weird.”
“Let’s not talk about family now.”
“Okay, but—“
“Does it mean I get you and Jeremiah all to myself?”
“That’s exactly what it means, darlin’.”
“Then count me in.”
Tristan rolled over and delivered a kiss even more passionate than what she had just planted on him.
Damn, Tristan thought. Looks like I’m fixin’ to have quite a ride.
Chapter 6
It’s Sunday, Jeremiah thought to himself as he stepped into the lobby of the empty building in downtown Male Order. No one went to work on a Sunday, especially not here in the laid-back oasis of Male Order. Unfortunately, this case didn’t care what day of the week it was.
Jeremiah stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby of Burke Pierce Energy. The receptionist’s desk was empty, but the soft sounds of conversation emanated from within the office. He headed past the reception area to the black and grey marble interior of the Burke Pierce offices. No cubicles divided the space—part of the company’s devotion to open business practices—and all offices were only walled off with glass and steel.
Men in suits filled the conference room at the far end of the floor. As Jeremiah approached, their voices grew louder. He saw they were gathered around an open laptop with footage of a cable news channel playing filling the screen.
“Mr. Burke, other Mr. Burke, Dad.” Jeremiah nodded to Tristan’s father, Tristan, and his own father respectively. Along with Jeremiah, they were the heads of the Burke Pierce empire. Tristan and Jeremiah’s fathers, Harrison Burke and Isaac Pierce, were only figureheads now, but they still took an active interest in the company and advised their sons on a regular basis.
“You have to see this,” Isaac said to his son. He took off his wire-rimmed glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated.
Tristan, uncharacteristically dressed in a designer suit, pushed a key on the computer and the news channel popped back up.
“With us today is Texas candidate for Lieutenant Governor, Representative Joey Johnston, to discuss the recent accident on the Burke Pierce Energy drilling site in East Texas,” the reporter said on the news channel as a satellite image of Joey Johnston flashed on the screen. The bushy-haired man gave the camera a toothy grin and pointed to his “Joey’s Just Jolly for Texas” campaign button.
“Great to be here, Leslie, real great.”
“Representative, one of the key promises in your campaign is that you will create new jobs for Texans, and you have cited Burke Pierce as one of the worst offenders in Texas job loss.”
“Yes, Leslie. They don’t care one bit about Texans, and that’s obvious from that accident.”
“But how does this play into—”
“You know what shot off? Do you know what? Their blast preventer, one of the most important safety elements on a drilling rig. George Herndon, the man who nearly lost his life, God bless him, has just been neglected by the company.”
“How so?”
“You know they’re taking this to court? Forcing that poor, hard-working Texan to pay those lawyers. They’re trying to suck every penny out of him, and meanwhile, he can’t work. He can’t support himself, he can’t—”
“Representative, I understand your anger, but the company has issued several statements declaring that—”
“You trust them?” Representative Johnston’s eyes widened, showing the whites around them, and he began wildly gesticulating. “Those bunch of lying, yellow-belly tea-sippers are just lying to you all. They’re shutting down all, and I do mean all, of their drilling sites in Texas, and you know what that does? Takes jobs away from Texans! How can they—”
Jeremiah slammed the laptop closed.
“You do see our problem, don’t you?” Tristan drawled.
Jeremiah shook his head, infuriated by what he had just witnessed. He paced up and down the length of the conference room, fuming.
“Lies! Those are all outright lies. We’re paying all of George’s legal fees, and we never wanted to go to trial. We would have gladly settled for far more than a jury will grant him, but his insurance company is insisting on this trial.”
“Preaching to the choir.” Tristan sank into a chair and dropped his head to his hands.
“It’s a public relations shitstorm.” Harrison Burke crossed to Jeremiah and put an arm around him. “And, boy, as CEO, you know who has to deal with this.”
The true implications of the scandal dawned on Jeremiah.
“I can’t do it. I can’t go on TV. I’ll blow my cover.” He looked toward his father, hoping for some sort of advice.
“Son, you can be the proprietor of the Lasso and the CEO of Burke Pierce. How long are you going to hide behind that dance hall before you step up and publicly take responsibility for the company?”
“A very long time,” Jeremiah muttered.
“It’s what I’ve been saying all along,” Tristan chimed in. “This act is getting old and keeping it up for the sake of a few friends at the Lasso is hardly worth it. You can’t hide from who you from everyone. This ridiculousness has to end.”
Jeremiah was quiet for a moment. “What about…” He looked Tristan straight in the eye as he trailed off. “You know?”
“What?” Tristan shot Jeremiah a look of total annoyance, and then realization dawned on him as well. “Right, right. Does this have to do with your blonde-hair-and-legs-for-days friend?”
“Well, well, what have you boys been hiding from us?” Harrison asked, humor in his voice.
“My office, Tristan.”
“Ooh, Mr. Scary CEO, calling the poor little foreman into his office.”
“Shut it, Burke, and get the fuck into my office.”
Tristan held up his hands in defeat and exited the conference room.
Jeremiah turned to his father and Tristan’s father. “I’ll handle it.” They looked unconvinced. “I promise. Just give me a couple of days, okay?”
“Jeremiah, we don’t have a couple of days,” Isaac said softly. “This is about to explode.”
“Just…” Jeremiah started toward the door then turned back. “Twenty-four hours. Okay?”
Harrison and Isaac exchanged a look then nodded at Jeremiah.
“Twenty-four hours or your ass is toast,” Harrison said, no hint of a joke in his voice.
* * * *
“Convinced I’m right yet?”
Tristan watched as Jeremiah stormed into his office and collapsed into his Italian leather desk chair. He spun in a circle, his hands on his head as if caught in a maelstrom of frustration.
“Because you know I am,” Tristan continued from his seat on one of the modernist armchairs in the corner of the expansive office.
“You’re a hypocrite.” Jeremiah got up and looked out the large windows.
“I know, but at least I don’t actively hide where I come from. Jer, splitting your life in two won’t help anything. Everyone has different dimensions. All you have to do is figure out what makes you comfortable.”
“What gives you any right to give me advice on how to live my life?” Jeremiah didn’t raise his voice or tear his gaze from the cloudy Sunday afternoon outside. “Day in and day out, I have to be the CEO. I’m the face of Burke Pierce, and I’m personally responsible for everything we do. Now I have a public figure attacking what I’ve spent the last ten years of my life working on. I can’t just relax on the Board of Directors like you do.” Jeremiah turned to face Tristan. “Comfort, as you call it, is no part of my life.”
“That’s bullshit.” Tristan rose from his chair and crossed
to Jeremiah. He put one finger against his chest. “You make that shit up. The CEO act is a defense you put up to keep anything good from coming into your life. Now you accidentally found something, and you won’t take it because you think Lasso-Jer and Burke Pierce-Jer are two different people.” Tristan lowered his finger. “I know they’re not.”
The room was silent as the two men stared each other down.
“Alexis,” was all Jeremiah could say.
“She won’t care half a damn about your double life. She will care about the fact that you’re lying out your ass.” Tristan couldn’t help but allow a sloppy grin to crawl across his face. “Anyway, I’m pretty sure she’s in.”
Jeremiah gave Tristan a light shove.
“You dog. You fucked her, didn’t you?”
Tristan’s smile widened.
“Well, I’ll be.” Jeremiah walked to the armchairs in the corner of his office and reached for a decanter of Delamain Le Voyage on the side table. “Cognac?”
“I believe I will,” Tristan said as he joined Jeremiah. “Look, I think I’m joining in with your dad.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m giving you an ultimatum, Jer.” Tristan stepped closer as he made his point. “Tonight I’m gonna see Alexis again, and either you show up ready to tell her the truth, or you leave us the fuck alone.”
Jeremiah was silent as he handed Tristan the drink. Tristan unceremoniously downed the cognac, and Jeremiah huffed at his behavior.
“Fine spirits are wasted on you.”
The glass table rattled as Tristan slammed down his tumbler.
“Damn right they are.” Tristan crossed to the door. “And fine pussy is wasted on you.”
Tristan exited the office before Jeremiah could voice a protest. Muffled shouts came from behind the glass wall but did nothing to stop Tristan’s retreat. He needed to get away from Jeremiah and all his bullshit for a moment. Yes, the case was important, and yes, George’s injuries weighed on his conscience every day. But right now, Alexis was the biggest thing going on his life, and he knew that Jeremiah felt the same way.