Her First Billionaire

“Oh, geez,” she sputtered, her words echoing through her empty apartment. Somehow he had figured out she was online, ‘cause this was a chat from Marathon Mike himself.



“Hi, there. Are you on right now?” he wrote. Oh, God, she still had the smell of Dylan on her and now she had some new guy coming after her? What a slut she was. She thought about that for a second. The word slut didn’t really apply to her, ever. It was more that she was trying on new behaviors.



Let’s try this one on for size, she thought.



She typed back, “I’m just drinking my coffee and getting ready for work and I logged in and saw your message, so hi!”



“Oh, good morning! Yeah, I’m not really functional without two or three cups of coffee myself,” he wrote back with a little grin icon.



Hmph…yeah who isn’t, she thought.



Laura chugged the rest of her mug’s contents and typed, one-handed, “So I see you’re like, Mr. Triathlon and ski dude, and my idea of exercise is walking across the room to get the remote.”



He wrote back, “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.



“Oh, man,” she muttered. She stared at the glowing screen, dumbfounded, her empty coffee mug dangling precariously off her right index finger as she absorbed this. What was this? Did she hit the good-looking guy lottery? Out of the blue, she just – oh, she had just totally ditched Dylan in his bed last night, and now she had some guy who looked an awful lot like the lankier version of the actor who played Thor hitting on her, but deep inside she decided she was trying on this new act, and she would just go for it.



Just go for it, Laura. What can it hurt? A swell of physical memory from last night made her warm between her legs, made her skin flush with the recall of Dylan’s hands. She wanted more. And if she couldn’t have more of him, she might as well have some of Mike.



“A hike yeah, I’d like that. That sounds really cool.” And she breathed in opportunity, and breathed out rejection, breathed in despondence, and exhaled chance.



Chance favors the prepared. Laura was more than ready.



At least, that’s what she told herself.



Continued in part 2, Her Second Billionaire..



A sample:



SHE DREW A LINE WITH A ONE NIGHT STAND



When Laura Michaels got one hot firefighter pinging her for a date after joining a popular online dating service, she thought she had won the lottery. A night with Dylan Stanwyck, professional (firefighting) hunk and former model, had been too much. Fearful her curves would turn him off like so many other guys, her pleasant surprise turned to white-hot passion as she broke her own rule and slept with him on the first date.



That turned to regret when she awoke in the wee hours of the morning and found pictures of a hot, buff surfer-type woman with Dylan plastered all over his bedroom. Taking the hint, she made the walk of shame home, deleted him from her contacts and chalked it up to experience.



To her shock, within hours a new guy – Mike Pine, a ski instructor and marathon runner with a body and face like an actor in a superhero movie – messaged her and asked her out. Lightning struck twice in 24 hours! Laura was incredulous but, emboldened by encouragement from her best friend, Josie, she took the plunge and accepted the date.



HE WANTS TO BE LOVED ON HIS OWN



Mike likes simple things. Skiing. Running. Being outside. Uncomplicated love. Good food. For nearly ten years he, Dylan and Jill had a simple love that was achingly easy on the inside, and oh, so complicated from the outside. It worked, though, and made him whole – until Jill’s lymphoma diagnosis and her early death.



Reeling, he and Dylan just took their lives day by day, and sometimes hour by hour, mourning their great love. Broken, Mike descended into a world of punishing athleticism, clocking 14-hour days on the slopes and 100+ miles of running a week, the pounding of his legs on pavement strong enough – he wished – to pound out his pain. What he and Dylan had never expected was what came more than a year after Jill’s death: an inheritance. From her family’s trust fund. More than $1 billion each, with a perpetual income that made everything go from simple to chaotic.



What Laura doesn’t know is that Dylan and Mike are roommates. More than roommates. And they are looking for a third in their relationship. More than a third…but Mike has something to prove, first, and snagging this first date with her is just the beginning.



Read on to sample Her Second Billionaire:



Had she really just made a date less than three hours after sneaking out of another guy’s bed? She opened up one of the 17 texts from Josie which, as she scrolled through them, appeared to all be variations of, “Please tell me about the hot guy.”



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.