by Frankie Love
It’s so fucking hot to hear her talk like that, talking about being a virgin and wanting to be here.
“You think Ethan was able to make headway with the police or the embassy today?” she asks, her hands reaching below my board shorts, taking hold of my hard cock. I moan, unable to focus when she runs her hand up and down my length.
I take a deep breath, trying to focus. “I’m sure he did. And you filled out the papers this morning before we left, so you’ll get your replacement passport in no time.”
I don’t want to get pissed right now, not when Chloe and I are half-naked and her hand is on my cock. But the police called this morning telling us that Jordan Connors left the country around midnight last night on his private plane. They didn’t find anything of Chloe’s in the condo, either.
“I’m just glad that he didn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. I am glad you are still a virgin, because I’d have hated that fucker for taking anything so precious from you.”
“I was thinking about that...” Chloe says.
“Thinking about what?”
“Well, the first time I have complete, vaginal sex, I want it to be with all of you guys at once. But you know how last night I touched each of you? I was wondering maybe I could do something like that with each of you guys on our own before we all do it together. It could give me a chance to get more comfortable with each of you. Like what you mentioned this morning?”
“I like where this is going,” I tell her.
She squeezes my cock playfully. “Oh yeah? Where’s it going?”
“It’s going someplace dirty.”
She nods. “Yeah, it kinda is.” She laughs, her willingness to explore new parts of herself is such a fucking turn on. “I was thinking maybe you could help me come up with an idea that we could do right now... before we go back to the house?”
“I have a perfect idea,” I tell her, running my hands over her big breasts. Her tits are so perfect and right. “But I’m gonna need you on your back.”
A few minutes later I’ve laid a large beach towel on the sand, and watch as Chloe lies down on her back, her tits facing the sun.
“I can’t believe you managed to get me up on that surfboard,” she murmurs as I lean over her.
“I’m not. You were determined. I like that about you, Chloe, you didn’t give up. Have you always been like that?”
“I guess so,” she says, wrapping her legs around me, so primed for fucking even if that’s not on the table for today. But my cock has no problem letting her know what it wants, it pushes against her covered pussy like a naughty beast. “Ever since I was eighteen I’ve been on my own, no family to help me with anything, and it’s made me resilient. Made me determined. I couldn’t fail too badly because I knew there was no one else looking out for me, no one who I could rely on to catch my fall.”
“It served you well today,” I tell her, realizing she has been taking care of herself for far too long.
She sighs contentedly. “So, what kind of game do you have in mind for us? Good old fashioned dry humping?” We both laugh at the teenage version of fucking.
“If I started riding against you, baby, I wouldn’t be able to stop. And that wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the house.”
She kisses me, hard, like my sentiment is perfect, and we make out like that for what seems like an eternity, rolling around in the sand, our bodies grinding against one another just like I swore we wouldn’t.
Finally, I pull apart from her embrace, so fucking close to creaming my shorts.
Needing to cool down, I toss her a bottle of water and guzzle one of my own. She’s panting beside me; both of us are so worked up. Then I open a cooler I packed and pull out fresh pineapple and papaya.
“Hungry?”
“Starved,” she says reaching for the fresh fruit.
I pull out a container of sandwiches and cucumber slices, and we sit for a few minutes, eating in silence and enjoying the vivid colors of the ocean.
She finishes her sandwich quickly. “Between surfing and whatever that just was, I guess I worked up and appetite.”
I look over, her gorgeous tits are still exposed, and she leans back on her elbows, letting the sunshine cast a gorgeous glow all over her.
“We can’t do that again, Chloe, or I won’t be able to stop. My cock was way too close to your cunt.”
“I didn’t realize it would be so hard to hold back.”
“I was thinking we need to do something with those perfect tits of yours, put them to good use. Be a shame to waste them since they are already out in all their glory.”
I lean my mouth over her and pull one of her breasts into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her perfect areola, as she falls back on the towel I love the way her legs spread, letting me drop between them. Oh, God. I so badly want to pull off those bottoms, press my mouth against her pussy. But I don’t think she’s ready for that yet, and I promised her we’d take it nice and slow. And I’m not gonna go back on that promise a few hours into our deal. She’d never trust me again.
“It all feels so good,” she tells me.
“Good, baby.” I work my mouth over her nipples for what feels like hours, massaging her round globes and loving the way they feel in my hands. I kiss her mouth, loving her pouty lips, so perfect and pink. I feel her sinking deeper into the sand, her back arching as she pulls herself closer to me, those tits just tempting me all the while.
Eventually, I stand and take off my board shorts, relishing the fact I got us this private beach today. She looks up at me, her mouth open and her eyes wide.
“Mason, seriously? That beast has to be twelve inches long. I mean, do you have any idea how massive it is?”
I stroke myself as I straddle her. She lifts her head, taking in the scent of my manly cock as if never wanting to forget my dick.
“I’m gonna press my cock between your titties,” I tell her. “Your breasts need a man’s cock between them, do you understand?”
“Like this?” she asks, as she presses her tits so they close around my cock and I begin to move in and out.
She likes it, I can tell. Pleasure is written on her face and she lifts her head ever so softly, her mouth wrapping around my tip as I move in and out, in and out. Titty fucking her so nice and good.
“God, whatever you’re doing—don’t stop,” she tells me, letting her tongue swirl around me.
I grin, knowing I’d be unable to stop even if I wanted to. “I love it when you lick my cock. It’s like you’re licking an ice cream cone.”
“I’m waiting for you to come; I want you to come on my tits, to come all over my face. I love the way it tasted last night and I want more of it, Mason. So much more,” she tells me, groaning as I massage her tits, moving my cock harder against her, titty fucking her brains out.
I’m so close to coming, and when I finally do, I drop down to her hips and pump my shaft over her, covering her massive jugs with my come, I spray it on her chin and into her mouth just like she asked. She moans in pleasure, and I see that her fingers have reached down to her pussy, and she’s touching herself as I come against her.
“Oh, yeah, baby girl, touch yourself nice and good.”
“When you come on me, it makes me feel so fucking good,” she tells me, her words dirty, filthy and so hot.
I finish coming and pull down her bikini bottoms, not wanting to touch her pussy, saving that for later, not wanting to push us farther than she’s ready to go, but also knowing she needs to get herself off right now.
“Let me watch you touch yourself, Chloe. I want to see your creamy pussy, so when I jerk off tonight, I can be picturing that. Imagining this.”
“I want you to come on me again as I touch myself. Please, Mason.”
I feel like I’ve fucking died and gone to heaven. Her legs part, her knees fall to the ground, and I watch as she runs her fingers over her creamy cunt.
She thumbs her clit, the swollen pink bud of perfection, and I be
gin to stroke myself just as hard, I’m so turned on by this gorgeous woman lying on the beach like a mermaid. She has the prettiest pink pussy I’ve ever seen in my life.
She expertly spreads her pussy lips apart, running her finger up and down her slit. She knows how to get herself off, and I love that she’s a woman who knows what she needs. She moves her fingers in tight little circles over her bud, and I pump hard and fast, getting closer and closer as she does too.
She’s moaning now, the pleasure echoing from both of us, and I’m grunting as I near release.
“Mason, come all over me,” she begs. “Come on me when I come.”
I do what my baby asks. I come on her gorgeous tits again, this time showering her in ribbons of come, her mouth catching my release. She licks her lips, begging for more. I want to press my cock right into her mouth, and want to plunge it into her pussy—but I wait. I’m a fucking gentleman, I’m not going to do more than she’s ready for.
And right now, with her splayed on the beach like this, her naked body mine to admire, her tits bouncing as she finger fucks herself, her face and breasts glistening in my come, I know this is enough for her for today. I watch as she orgasms, writhing on the beach like a beautiful mermaid, my baby.
Mine.
But one thing I am learning about Chloe: she is plenty of woman to go around.
Chapter 9
When I return that night with Mason, everything inside of me feels warm and bubbly. It seems impossible to think that one day ago, I was with Jordan at this exact same beach and now I’m sitting on a beachside deck with all four of the guys.
They’ve made a huge meal. On the table, there’s a tropical fruit salad, rice and beans, and Jamaican glazed chicken.
I’ve never had meals like this with people who seem to care about me. Growing up in a foster home I never had a sense of belonging. It was always me against the world.
But now I don’t feel alone at all.
“What has you grinning like a fool? Noah asks, refilling a glass for me with a pineapple cocktail he said he crafted with me in mind. He called it sweet and juicy just like my … pussy.
“I just had a really great day with Mason. I can’t believe I got up on a surfboard.” I shake my head, laughing while serving myself another portion of rice and chicken.
“Don’t be so modest, Chloe. I know it’s tricky at first, but you stuck with it and didn’t give up all day.”
I smile at Mason, so happy to be here with him. With all of them.
“So, who wants to hang out with me tomorrow?” I ask, looking around the table of handsome men who don’t seem shy about letting me know they want to be around me.
“Me,” Enzo says not giving anyone else a chance to beat him to it. “I know, I know. Maybe it’s rude to get all hasty, but the weather is supposed to be gorgeous in the morning and I’d love to show Chloe the spot I have scouted out.”
“What’s your sports specialty?” I ask him.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” he says, smiling.
“Is that okay with everyone else?”
Noah’s dimpled face is written in a frown. “I’m not greedy, and it’s not that I’m jealous. But damn, I never have to wait for the things I want.”
I bite my bottom lip, not wanting to create tension here. “Is this too much for you?” I ask. “I know it is a little...”
Noah shakes his head. “No. We asked for this. I want this too. Let’s just say that I’ll be happy when we’ve all had our one-on-one time with you so we can really enjoy the experience.”
The sexual energy at the table is charged, and I understand why.
Me.
Them.
Us.
“Well, if today was anything to go by, I have to say the arrangement is working. Chloe looked very relaxed out on the beach.”
“Yeah?” Ethan asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, yeah,” Mason says. “Wouldn’t you say so, Chloe?”
I feel the heat rise to my cheeks, remembering the way Mason put his thick cock between my breasts, pumped against me until he came all over me. The salty way he tasted, the cool ocean breeze. I felt like I had floated away to heaven.
But eyeing Noah, Ethan, and Enzo, I know divulging these details will only cause tensions to mount.
Instead, I decide to call the conversation quits.
“I had an amazing day, Mason, and can’t wait to spend time with each of you guys in the next few days. I feel like I’ve found myself in a fairytale.”
The guys share a look, one I can’t quite identify yet, but I have a feeling that over the next few days I will be learning all about their body language.
“Well, a fairytale with four Prince Charmings, maybe,” Ethan says with a smile that surprises me. He comes off as so serious. I like seeing him more laid back.
Once I finish eating, I lean back and look out at the sunset. The crashing waves and long sandy beach take my breath away.
“I could sit here all night,” I tell them. “But I’m exhausted. I swear every single muscle of mine is on edge.”
“Why don’t you go take a long bath, get some rest,” Enzo suggests. “That way you’ll be all ready for our one-on-one time tomorrow.”
I take Enzo’s advice and draw a long, hot bath. I soak in it, admiring the candles Enzo lit for me all around the bathroom. The fragrant bubble bath surrounds me and I let my head rest back in the Jacuzzi tub.
Maybe fairy tales do come true.
And maybe I found one in Jamaica.
Chapter 10
To say I’m a little excited about this morning’s adventure is an understatement. Ever since I laid eyes on Chloe, all I’ve wanted to do is wrap my arms around her naked body and make love to her until the sun comes up.
That’s the kind of beautiful she is: captivating.
And when we go skydiving today, we’ll be pressed against one another as we jump from the plane.
I’m not telling her exactly what we’re doing until we get to the airport. To be honest, I’m a little scared this is going to terrify her and that’s the last thing I want to happen, but another part of me thinks once she gets over the initial fear she’ll be really into this.
I think that is just how it is with Chloe. Some moments, she seems like such a brave woman, willing to play into this fantasy with us guys. Not just any woman would do that. Lots of women would be too uptight and insecure and afraid of what other people might think.
But for all the ways she is confident in who she is and what she wants, she is also shy, timid, on the verge of falling apart.
I think it’s because she spent so much time alone. More time alone than any woman should ever have to.
As we drive to the airport in my open top Jeep, I asked about where she grew up.
“All over the place, really,” she tells me. “I don’t know what happened with my birth mom exactly, she wasn’t able to take care of me for whatever reason. And when I was seven years old I was put in foster care.” She says it very matter-of-factly, no hint of emotion, almost too self-assuredly. Like she has to keep the story tight or she might lose control.
“And your dad?”
“Oh, I never knew my dad. He was never a part of the picture.”
“Damn, dolcezza. Have you wanted to meet your mom? See her again now that you’re an adult?”
“No,” she shakes her head. “The state told me she overdosed when I was fourteen. When I found out, I didn’t even cry. I don’t know if that’s a tragedy or shows personal growth, but she was never a really stable part of my life, even before I went to foster care. I was kind of just traded from one family member to the next, stayed with random babysitters for a few weeks at a time. She never felt like my mom. So, when I found out that she died, it didn’t break me. Truth is, I think I was already broken.”
Her words take the air out of my sails. Damn, it’s hard to accept that this woman who looks damn near perfect––with her cute, upturned nose and pink, pouty l
ips––feels so broken inside.
“I’m sorry that happened to you. I can’t even imagine.”
“Well, we all have a story, right? What’s yours?” She looks over at me, pushing up her sunglasses and looking right at me.
She reaches for my hand that rests on the gearshift. Just like that, she touches me and I feel powerful. Like a man. Like I’m alive. Like I can take care of her in ways no one has before.
It also makes me feel like shit, because compared to hers, my life has been a fucking cakewalk.
I twist my lips, not wanting to make her sad.
“What?” she asks. “Is your story more tragic than mine?”
I shake my head. “Hardly. My life was mostly pretty cookie-cutter. Mom and dad, white picket fence, all that shit. My mom took care of me and my little brother, Damien. It was kind of like one of those too-good-to-be-true scenarios.”
“Wow,” she says. “And yet somehow you aren’t a spoiled brat.”
I raise my eyebrows. “My parents were down to earth folks. But love was never lacking in our house. I wish I’d known you back when I was growing up. My mom would have fallen in love with you, bella. She’d have probably adopted you and never let you out of her sight.”
“Would have?”
I smile sadly. “She died two years ago. Fucking cancer.”
Chloe’s thumb circles my skin, sending tingles over my body. “I’m so sorry, Enzo.”
“I know, it’s awful. But I’m from a big Italian family. And one thing we were never short on growing up were family dinners or the importance of family. And my mom? She was the best at knowing what matters most. She taught me a hell of a lot. Like how to love deep and wide.”
Chloe wipes a tear from her eye. “Sounds like an amazing woman.”
“She was.”
“Well, it makes sense then, why you are so generous with your words and touch. You don’t hold back.”
“Why would I?” I ask, putting the car into park. “The world is dark enough as it is… might as well fall head over heels if you ever get the chance.” I open her door and take her hand. “Speaking of falling… how do you feel about heights?”
