Her First Billionaire (BBW Erotic Romance) (10 page)

So she finally decided to put Josie out of her misery and typed out, “Hey. Awesome night. Will tell you the deets later,” hit “Send” and almost instantly got back a response.

What do you mean later? Hell, no. I’m coming over.

She wrote back:

Can’t. I’m late for work as it is. Let’s just say I need a shower this morning.

and hit send.

Squeeeee

was Josie’s reply.
Do you have another date?

Do I have another date? Oh yeah Josie, I have another date. It’s just not with the same guy.
Ugh, how was she going to tell her this? God, she, she needed two showers. One to wash off Dylan and the other one to wash off her own skank.

This was getting ridiculous. She typed back:

There’s a lot to this. Will write more later. Come over after work.

She hit “Send” and just turned her phone over, leaving Josie hanging, and padded into the shower. Indeed, it was time to wash off Dylan and her own… er… her own sense of ambiguity? Indecision? Disappointment?

Revelation? For she had learned so much these past few days, mostly about herself. In some ways, she was surprised to realize, it didn’t matter that Dylan was with someone else. In the past, that would have crushed her, but now – now she felt a renewed sense of power. Of strength. Stripping down and turning up the temperature on the shower’s spray, she felt her body melt into the hot water, the sting of the jets tearing her away from her looping thoughts, putting the focus back on her body. Rivulets of water streamed over her breasts, down her belly, with its gentle curves and lush skin, pooling at her V and sliding down her thighs, a familiar heat rushing into her womanhood.

It may have been only a few hours since she’d left his bed, but his mark really was on her. Closing her eyes, she remembered his touch and felt an incongruous sense of guilt. Guilt? He’s the one who had a girlfriend or wife? Yet here she was, scheduling a date with a stranger hours after having Dylan in her. On her. All over her.

The detachable shower head was about to earn its keep. She knew exactly where to aim it, her hands practiced when it came to masturbating. All her normal fantasies, though, weren’t cutting it – not the dream about Jake Gyllenhaal, or Matt Bomer, or even Zach Braff. Instead, her mind drifted to Dylan. And Mike.

As she parted her labia and zeroed the jet spray on her clit, she fought the image of Dylan. And Mike! Both? Yet nothing made it go away. Her body responded to the mere idea of it, of both of them at once, of four hands, two mouths, two cocks all focused on her. Laura. On her needs, on her pleasure, on her discovery.
Ahhhhh…

This was crazy! She hadn’t even met Mike yet. Had crawled out of Dylan’s bed just a few hours ago, resolved never to see him again. Why was she letting them dominate her fantasies? She still had Dylan’s juices in her, his saliva dried on her, his kiss and skin and lips all – well, now that the water washed the night away, that wasn’t really true, but her neck tightened as her breasts swelled, her hands holding the shower spray in one hand, centered straight on her clit now, her other hand parting her labia and two fingers slowly entering her, the balance hard to achieve but easier as she propped one foot up on the edge of the tub and leaned back against the shower wall.

Her fingers encountered slightly sore flesh, her mouth spreading with an unexpected grin as she recognized why it hurt a bit, why the water’s sting was so bittersweet. Ah, Dylan – he had been thick and huge and gentle and rough all at once, knowing exactly how to press her skin, tweak her tight spots, play her body to perfect orgasm over and over with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, his hands, and that gorgeous, veined cock.

Now she had a face for her menage fantasies – Mike’s. Why not?
Live a little, Laura
. No one knew what went on in the privacy of her own mind, her own shower, and as she sighed deeply, the pressure of everything vanquished, she felt a familiar heat and bliss rise up in her as the water pulsed its way into her soul, her clit crying out for more, her fingers sliding in and out of her tight pussy not in a heated rush but, instead, slowly, stroking that spot on the top that always made her clench just a tad harder, made her breath hitch, made her imagine it was Mike’s fingers in her, Dylan’s tongue strumming her clit, both men eager and ready to enter her at once.

“Mmmmm,” Mike moaned in her ear, his thick, wiry runner’s body sliding next to hers in the shower, beads of water darkening that blonde hair, toned arms lifting her up and plunging her down on his ready cock. And then – was that Dylan’s mouth on her ass? Then gently parting her cheeks as Mike lifted her, had her straddle him across the waist as he effortlessly held her in place, strong legs bending slightly so Dylan could…

She snaked her pinkie finger down so it played with her puckered anus, the mere touch of her fingertip on her perineum enough to tip her over, imagining Dylan filling her, double entry almost too kinky to even let herself dream about.

“Ah, God, Laura, more,” Dylan groaned behind her, his cock inching slowly inside her ass, Mike’s tip pushing hard against her cervix, her body entombed between them as the water sprayed down. When Dylan’s mouth found her earlobe she –

Exploded. The shower head, her pinkie finger on her anus, her fingers exploring her g-spot, and her dream all combined to make her bend down and scream as a mad rush of orgasm pounded her instantly, no warning, no teasing, just a wall of everything that left her gaping, her mouth open and her throat hoarse as she let it all unleash, her shoulders twitching and bashing into the wall, her hands moving and milking this for everything she could find, her mind filled with images of Dylan and Mike simulfucking her, their faces strained and cumming, too, all from her. Her body, her presence –
her
.

And then – nothing. Like a switch flipped, she pulled her hands out of all her orifices, turned the shower head off, washed up fast and got ready for work. Sated, but not distracted, she shifted from horny, bewildered single on the dating scene to Business Analyst for the megacorporation.

That wouldn’t last more than a few minutes, for she knew her mind would wander, soon. For now, though, it was a welcome and much-needed break.

Mike had no idea what he was supposed to say as he stared at the chat window. This was so out of his element and Laura seemed so out of his league, but he knew he needed to do something. He couldn’t let Dylan be the one in charge of yet another woman. They were supposed to share her – that was the entire plan.

So he typed,
“lolol, yeah don’t be afraid, we could just go for a hike if you want. Oh, I think I just asked you out. Yeah I did,”
and then he ended it with a question mark.

And when she typed “Yes,” he couldn’t believe it – and panicked. Now he actually had to step forward. Dylan had always gone out and found the women and had been the one to find Jill, and no matter how desperately they both missed Jill, Jill was gone and they had to accept that.

Laura was pretty much the opposite of Jill, but he could see what Dylan saw in her. That was a sweet smile. She seemed accomplished, and there was something Mike couldn’t put his finger on, a genuineness and authenticity, but he and Dylan were not exactly the most conventional package.

So he worried that maybe a business analyst at Stohlman Industries wasn’t going to make the cut – or maybe he was more worried that they wouldn’t make the cut with her. The office cubicle type wasn’t exactly eager to go out on the slopes or to even watch him at mile marker 20 during a marathon, in his experience.

But Dylan was giving it a good try and Mike had to, too. The problem was that Mike had to do it in secret. He typed in a few more words, they scheduled the hike, and then she disappeared, off to whatever corporate job she had in whatever floor of whatever giant skyscraper downtown. That world was so alien to him; he worked at a ski resort, and in fact he was missing it already.

You don’t work there anymore,
a voice inside him said.
You own it…

The season hadn’t started yet, but he looked forward to it. He always did every year and when he wasn’t skiing he was running. Between the two he kept his sanity somehow, for over the years he had learned that the endorphin kick that came from running and from the massive double diamond trails in the winter were what he needed most. Jill had fit in nicely with his life and with Dylan’s life, spending time running with him. Man, was she an ace on the slopes, too.

She and Dylan had an affinity for action movies, for cooking and…he let himself get nostalgic, even let his eyes well up with tears. Letting the memories flood him was dangerous, his mind tipping over from nostalgia to deep grief, a mourning he’d only recently been able to emerge from, the slam of Jill’s inheritance making him ache all over again.

His body was consumed suddenly by grief at her loss. It hadn’t been running, it hadn’t been skiing, it hadn’t been any of Dylan’s crazy antics like sky diving or parasailing that had killed Jill.

It had been one cell that mutated and mutated and mutated until finally it had taken over her body, the lymphoma wasting her away and neither of them had gotten over her death from eighteen months ago. In some ways Mike had gotten over Jill even faster than Dylan, though Dylan had been the first to go out and find somebody to sleep with. Mike hadn’t – he just hadn’t. Couldn’t.

Eighteen months, though. It had been a long dry spell and he was getting frustrated. Now he finally felt emotionally ready to at least give this a try, and he was
more
than physically ready. Who knew what the hike would bring? All he knew was that he had to try, and he had to try on his own. He couldn’t be the tag along with Dylan. That had complicated their relationship with Jill for far too long. And it wasn’t until it was too late that Mike realized that it actually hadn’t mattered. He had loved Jill. Jill had loved him and they both loved Dylan. And the three of them had made it work, somehow, in their own crazy way.

Now the question was, could the three of them – this time with Laura – make it work? He was getting ahead of himself. All that mattered was having
one
hike with the woman. He just needed to see if this could be his future –
their
future.

Huff, huff, huff.
Laura was more out of shape then she’d ever imagined. Her idea of exercise was lifting her hand from her mouth to the bag of Doritos or lifting the spoon out of the pint of Ben & Jerry’s. No, she chided herself, that wasn’t really true. She took the stairs at work, and that wasn’t a joke, considering the fact that she worked on the 32nd floor. And she and Josie power-walked around her neighborhood (Josie jokingly called it their Mugging Prevention Program), but this kind of sustained prolonged, effort that used muscles that involved the hard work of climbing actual inclines while hiking along the trails and the woods?
This
she wasn’t used to.

And that was OK. Really. Mike was a sweetheart who slowed his pace down and who was absolutely, fantastically interesting. Talking about everything from books that Laura hadn’t read since college, but had always loved, to movies – who knew he had a Christopher Guest obsession, too? She couldn’t wait for a second date where they could sit and watch
Best in Show
, and she could enjoy having that someone finally who appreciated the humor.