My pleasure mounted quick, so quickly that it was once again hard to concentrate on Markus. Dawson’s hammer was so fast he was practically pillaging my pussy and setting my g-spot on fire. Markus’ tongue was turning that fire into a blaze burning out of control. The feeling got stronger and stronger until I couldn’t hold back. I felt my body surge with pleasure as another orgasm was forced out of me by the combination of pleasure. My pussy spasmed on Dawson’s cock and he continued pounding it into me. My mind became enraptured by nothing but bliss.
“This orgasm is going to make me cum.” Dawson’s breathing had gotten stronger and there was a grunt of pleasure rising up in his throat when he spoke.
Dawson slammed himself into me so hard I could hear our flesh colliding in the room. My body moved with so much vigor that Markus was no longer able to keep his tongue on my clitoris. I used the moment to pick up the pace on him, taking his cock from the glans to his balls in one quick motion after another. I felt him beginning to throb in my mouth while Dawson pulsated inside me. Another surge of cum rushed up Markus’ shaft and I began to swallow as I felt Dawson’s thrusts get erratic. Dawson roared with pleasure and I felt his pulsating cock erupt. I had no idea if he was wearing a condom when he entered me, but I could now feel it swelling up against his glans while he drove himself inside and released his seed.
Markus’ second ejaculation wasn’t as powerful as his first so I was able to easily swallow his cum while Dawson continued to satisfy his carnal lust until his cock was drained. He slowly pulled his cock out of my pussy and I collapsed on the bed beside Markus. Dawson crawled in behind me and Markus started to turn his body so that he was face to face with me. They both wrapped their arms around me and I felt so much safety between my two powerful lovers.
This could actually work—but what about the others?
I had tasted the passion of two men and I loved every second of it. The fact they were willing to give me pleasure, and put so much effort into making sure I was the center of attention, made me smile as I lay between them. The afterglow of my orgasm was even more exhausting than it had been the night before. Lunch was going to have to hold me over because I wasn’t sure I could even get up from the bed without sleeping for an eternity. I could feel Dawson’s breath on my neck and his heart thumping against my back as we lay in our embrace. Markus kept his body pressed close to my chest and I felt like I was in a cocoon between them.
It was hard to believe I had been a virgin when I walked into the Seven Roses mansion. Dawson and Markus seemed authentic in their desires and their reason for being with me, but I had five more dates to go on before the end of the show and my decision had to be rendered. Part of that would also rest on them. If one of them wasn’t interested in the arrangement, then it was going to make the whole thing a bust. I wasn’t sure I could deal with losing Markus or Dawson. They had unlocked a need I didn’t realize I had with passion I didn’t know was possible. My mind swirled and the thoughts tumbled around in my head as sleep finally pulled me into an embrace that was stronger than the one I was already in.
Chapter 10: John
I felt like I was in the depths of madness with celebrities who didn’t understand how the real world worked. Adrian was a movie star—although it didn’t sound like he had worked on anything serious in a while. Dawson was Mr. Mars Landing, a band that even someone from the small town of Granite Falls had heard of. I definitely knew who Charles Montgomery was. I figured he was a millionaire—possibly even a billionaire with the success of his television show. Brando was another success story whether he was hunting bounties or spitting out cheesy clichés on his reality show. Even Markus was a star from the time that he spent on Seven Roses the last time he was a contestant. The only one that seemed even remotely normal was Anders, and that seemed like a generous term to use for the guy who basically seemed totally uninterested in being in the house with us.
Me—I was just John—a random guy that somehow got caught up in the madness they created. I had watched Lyn go to bed with Markus the first night—if that wasn’t unusual enough for a virgin, she took two men into her room the next night.
How in the world can I compete with that—or even consider that?
“I’m ready for our date.” Lyn smiled as she walked down the stairs wearing a gorgeous blue dress.
She’s beautiful, I can’t deny it.
“You look very pretty tonight.” I extended my arm and walked her towards the door.
“Thank you.” Her smile broadened as I helped her into her jacket.
“I feel like I’m a bit out of my element.” I climbed into the back of the waiting car after Lyn had entered.
“Why is that?” She looked over at me with curiosity etched on her face.
“I’m not used to this big city life, or the mentality of everyone in the house. I’m just a normal guy...” I looked out the window and back to her. “I hope you don’t mind that I don’t have a hot air balloon on standby or reservations at a fancy restaurant. I definitely don’t like musicals.”
“I’m on a date with you.” She moved closer. “I want you to show me what you enjoy.”
What I enjoyed was a small-town atmosphere, a tavern with cheap beer, and a rowdy crowd. That was exactly where I was taking Lyn. If she wanted to see how I lived, she needed to see me in my natural environment. It took a while to find the right place, but I finally found one near the South Side of Chicago that promised exactly what I was looking for. It wasn’t a small town, but it wasn’t going to be filled with rich assholes who felt like they were better than the rest of the world simply by existing.
I wasn’t even sure why I was still at the house with them to begin with. The arrangement was ludicrous and there was no way I was going to agree to it. I couldn’t share someone I cared about with someone else. I wasn’t on the road all the time or anything like that. I worked hard all day and then I came home. On Saturday nights, I spent time at the local tavern. On Sundays, I went to church. My life was simple. Having someone to share that life with would have been awesome, but I didn’t think I was going to find that with Lyn. Based on what Charles had outlined, it wasn’t even an option. It was all seven or nothing at all.
“I grew up around here.” Lyn looked out the window as we entered the South Side. “This is a strange place for a date.”
“I’m not fancy.” I saw a sign that read Hal’s Pub ahead of us.
“Hal’s Pub? Wow, I drank my first beer here.” She chuckled when we pulled up to the small corner bar. “I was also very underage.”
“This is the only place in Chicago that looked like it might be similar to home.” I waited for the driver to open our door.
“This could be fun.” She took my hand and I helped her out of the car.
“HOLY SHIT, IF IT ISN’T Lynette Johnson.” The bartender turned to the door and waved when we walked in.
“Hey Carl!” She smiled and walked towards the bar. He stepped out from behind it and they hugged.
“What brings you back to this side of town?” Carl took a step back. “In such a beautiful dress—and with a bunch of people holding cameras.”
“I’m on a date—it’s for a reality dating show.” She turned to me. “This is my date, John Williams.”
“Hey there, John.” Carl walked over and extended his hand. “Welcome to my bar.”
“I thought the sign out front said Hal’s Pub?” I shook his hand and smiled.
“Yeah, Hal was my father. I took it over a few years ago. You must not be from the South Side.” He released his grasp and started walking back towards the bar, keeping an eye on the camera crew.
“No...” I shook my head back and forth.
Picking a bar in the South Side of Chicago seemed to be a bust if my intentions were to avoid celebrities because I had apparently brought one with me when I walked inside. The bar itself wasn’t that spectacular, but it did remind me of home. The smell of cheap beer and stale cigarettes was in the air, along with the scent of
the people who adorned the barstools and a few of the tables. Carl was the only one who paid any attention to Lyn. The rest of them just ignored her for the most part.
We sat down at the bar and I ordered a beer. Lyn decided to have one as well, but she sipped it while I put my first one away pretty fast. They were cheap, so it didn’t matter how many we went through—plus, Seven Roses was paying the tab. I liked the taste of the cheap stuff regardless—it was what I was used to back home in Granite Falls. I felt like I had stepped into a similar place, with an atmosphere that wasn’t covered by egos and arrogance. I could almost see our locals walking in and feeling right at home.
“So where are you living now, Lyn?” Carl brought me another beer over and leaned against the bar next to us.
“I got an apartment in the city. It’s nothing special.” She smiled and sipped her beer again.
“I guess that television show paid you well—oh!” Carl turned to the wall. “Would you sign this?”
“Oh my god!” Lyn burst out laughing when Carl started to remove a picture I hadn’t noticed earlier. It was a picture of Lyn on the ground, covered in blood.
“You and Jessica are the only celebrities we know.” He popped the picture out of the frame and gave Lyn a pen.
“I’m hardly a celebrity.” She continued laughing as she signed the picture. “Jessica is for sure, but that is the only time I’ve been on television. I make most of my money now doing freelance work and editing manuscripts.”
“It’s better than living here in your old house, right?” He smiled and returned the picture to the wall.
“Yeah, I guess it is.” She nodded as Carl walked off to tend to the other people at the bar.
“I like this side of you.” I reached out and caressed her arm. “You’re not worried about being someone you’re not. This is the real Lyn.”
“Maybe...” She shrugged and lifted her beer, taking another sip. “Life wasn’t so complicated when I lived here. It wasn’t always easy, but it was simple.”
“So what brings someone like you to Seven Roses in the first place?” I took another gulp from my glass of beer.
“An accident, actually.” She smiled and laughed. “My best friend was supposed to be on Seven Roses, not me. She got engaged to a professional football player and had to back out. I just happened to be there at the time—Charles offered me her spot.”
“You were looking for love, right? You weren’t looking for what Charles has offered us.” I nodded my head in understanding.
“No, but I’m not really sure what I want now.” She stared at her glass of beer. “The last few days have been very interesting.”
“To say the least.” I nodded and finished my second glass of beer, motioning to Carl for another one. Lyn’s was almost empty, so I motioned for him to bring her one as well.
“What do you think Charles meant when he said a simple guy from a small town might be exactly what I was looking for? You don’t fit the pattern of the other guests.” She lifted her glass and finished it as Carl approached with two new ones.
“I’m not sure. Maybe this is it right here.” I motioned to the bar. “You were a simple girl once and you didn’t need all the glitz and glamour.”
“I still wanted it.” She sighed and lifted her new beer, taking a sip. “What made you come on Seven Roses in the first place? It doesn’t seem like your style, even if there was a chance to leave with a girlfriend.”
“The place I grew up in—I love it—but there aren’t many women there at all. A lot of people hit the road as soon as they’re old enough. Granite Falls is kind of a dying community, or at least it was before American Motors built a plant there. Things are a little better now, but finding a date is pretty much impossible.” I let out a sigh as I related the strange tale of my hometown. “I signed up one night when I had a few too many beers. I never expected anything to come of it and I was kinda surprised when Charles called me.”
Lyn and I continued talking as the night wore on. We put away so much beer that I was a little lightheaded when I went to the bathroom. She didn’t have nearly as many as I did, but I was definitely feeling it. It was good to see Lyn in that environment. She was happy, laughing, smiling, and all those cares she seemed to have melted away. It made her even more beautiful in my eyes than she already was. She was the kind of girl I could fall in love with under normal circumstances.
I was feeling a little frisky by the time we left and while we waited for the car to pick us up, my hand drifted down and squeezed her ass. I had never been the type of guy to seek out casual sex very often. A lot of guys in Granite Falls would head to the closest city on the weekend and return with tales of the pussy they conquered. I did it a couple of times, but it just wasn’t for me. There was no substance and while I did find what I was looking for when I went, I never felt truly satisfied. The car arrived and we climbed into the backseat.
“You make me happy...” She put her hand on my leg and smiled.
“I think you’re just drunk.” I didn’t move her hand, but I eyeballed it to see where it was headed.
“No, I think that was what Charles meant. The rest of the guys will be busy all the time. They’ll be on the road, making movies, fighting people, chasing people, and whatever it is that Anders does. You would always be there for me.” Her hand inched further up my thigh. “That’s why you’re here—because I need that.”
“I’m not the kind of guy that will go to bed with you and another man. I’m certainly not the type of guy that would be very content knowing you wanted someone else.” I shook my head and watched her hand get closer to my dick.
“You could be the only one I go to bed with tonight.” Her hand finally started to graze my cock, which instantly got hard from her touch.
“And tomorrow?” My face twisted as pleasure surged through me.
“I’m not asking you to go to bed with me tomorrow. Tomorrow I have a date with Brando.” She squeezed my cock and started to massage it.
“What if I want you tomorrow?” I let out a gasp.
“Then you can join us.” She caressed my cock a little harder.
“I said I’m not into that.” I shook my head back and forth.
“Have you ever tried it?” She crawled into my lap and spread her legs across my thighs, sinking until her panties were firmly against my cock.
“No...” I shook my head again, moving closer to her lips.
“Then how do you know you wouldn’t like it?” She closed the distance and started to kiss me.
I felt like I was in her trap, unable to mentally tell myself to hold true to the standards I was used to. She was so gorgeous and it had been so long since I held a woman that my dick had a mind of its own. It swelled up in my pants and she started to grind herself against it. She didn’t seem to care that the camera crew was there. I was sure that they were going to edit the footage out, but I still couldn’t believe it was happening.
When we got back to the house, she walked towards the stairs and I followed her. I knew what we were going to do but it felt like someone else was guiding my feet towards her bedroom. The door closed and she instantly dropped to her knees, fumbling with my belt until it was unfastened. Her lips looked so delicious and inviting—my cock wanted to be between them more than I wanted to say no. When she freed it from the fabric prison of my underwear it practically throbbed. Her lips parted and her tongue started to move around the head in a circle. The pleasure was overwhelming. She covered it in saliva and then started pulling it into her lips where I found a warm paradise that my cock craved even more when it got a taste.
Dear god...
I let out a gasp as she took more of my cock into her mouth. She worked it slow, taking a bit in and then sucking that part before going further. When she finally had my whole cock in her mouth, my knees were struggling to keep me standing. I grabbed the back of her head and started to push my cock into her mouth, driving it deep each time I did. She massaged the bottom of it with her tongu
e and I thought I was going to explode in a matter of seconds. The need for a release was making my balls swell up and tingle with desire. I took control of her generous mouth, holding her head steady so I could fuck her throat with every inch of my engorged dick.
She moaned, practically begging for more as I rammed my cock so deep my balls were against her lips. I picked up the pace and started thrusting my cock into her mouth so fast I could hear her almost gagging on it when it went into her throat. I gave her a chance to pull away and when she swallowed my cock again, I grabbed her head and started ramming her throat. I was going to finish and it was going to be a big one. Years of sexual frustration had been building in my balls, only released when I pleasured myself. That was nothing like having her willing mouth for the sweet release I craved. I pushed my cock deep and started to ejaculate, feeling it surge through my balls.
“Oh my god!” I let out a roar as I felt stream after stream of cum erupt into her mouth. She swallowed it quickly, pulling my cock to the edge of her lips and licking it clean before leaning back.
“See...” She grinned. “We could have fun together.”
“Is that all I get?” I lifted her off of her knees and pushed my hand underneath her dress. “What if I want more?”
“You can have anything you want—whenever you want it.” She grabbed my hand and pulled it against her panties, letting me feel the wet spot on the fabric. “You’ve certainly made me want something.”
I pulled her dress up until it was on her hips and pushed her panties to her knees. My hand moved between her legs, fingering her wetness. Feeling her tight pussy squeeze on my finger made my cock start to get hard again. I pushed my finger inside of her and started to work it in and out of her pussy. She shifted her hips and practically rode it as I felt the tightness clamp on my finger. She would feel amazing—I wanted to be inside of her so bad I could taste it. My head was spinning with uncertainty about the situation and the arrangement, but I knew what I wanted in that moment.
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