I pull myself up and drop down on him again. It feels so good to have him this deep in me.
Again and again, I lift myself and drop down on him. Again and again, his rock-hard cock is thrust into me, filling me to my core. Again and again, I am filled with this ecstatic euphoria as waves of pleasure wash over my body, and the waves that we make wash out of the pool.
I feel his hands reach around behind me, and he grabs onto my shoulders, pulling me down on him harder and harder, thrusting himself into me deeper and deeper.
He stands up while still inside of me and turns around, putting my back to the edge of the pool. I release my hold from around his shoulders and steady myself on the sides of the pool, thrusting my hips out to line up with him.
He plants his feet and uses powerful muscles to thrust into me. While he is fucking me, he leans down and kisses my breasts, sucking on my nipples.
In a short amount of time, I can feel him start to tire, the resistance of the water sucking the energy out of him. He fights it for a few moments longer, then he stops his thrusts and kisses me passionately.
Picking me up, he carries me over to the ladder of the pool, and we both get out. He gets a towel and lays it on the ground where we are. Neither one of us bother to towel ourselves off.
He wants me to lie down on the towel, but I lead him to it instead. It's my turn, and I am going to ride my man as hard and as fast as I can.
With Oliver lying on his back, I position myself over him, my pussy glistening with my juices. I lower myself on his throbbing cock, which is eager to climb inside of me again. I take only a moment to enjoy the feeling of him filling me completely before I start to rock back and forth on him, slowly at first, but building both speed and intensity with each repetition.
He feels amazing inside of me. He reaches down and uses his thumb to play with my clit. In only moments, I am ready to come, but I want to wait for him. I want to make this last, and I want us to come together in another mind-blowing orgasm.
His cock feels so good in me, and I can feel my ability to resist coming start to fail. I don't know how much more I can take. I start grinding hard into his cock, and my skin starts to burn as the orgasm builds within me.
Oh my god, I am so close to coming, but I don't want to come without him.
He reaches up and grabs my tits, and when I look down at him, I can tell from his face that he is about to come as well. Suddenly, it is too much for me, and my pussy clamps down on his cock as it explodes with cum, sending violent shivers throughout my whole body.
This must've been what he was holding out for. Within seconds, I can feel him thrust hard up in me, and I feel the heat from his cum as it shoots into me. I pull myself off him, and as his cock comes out of my pussy, it sends another wave of ecstasy through me.
I lean back, and Oliver grabs a hold of his cock, half aiming, half jerking off, as he finishes on me. His pulsing cock shoots his hot man batter onto my stomach, tits, and face.
I thought my skin felt hot before, but his cum feels so hot I almost think it is going to burn me! I use my fingers to rub it into my skin.
As he finishes, I get up and lean over him. I grab a hold of his cock and jerk it a little more myself before taking it in my mouth, sucking every last drop of his delicious cum out of it. I love the taste of his cum mixed with my cum and other juices.
I reach down, and wipe some of the cum up with my fingers, then I put them in my mouth and suck the cum off them.
I moan with pleasure and lie down in his arms. Perfectly relaxed and content, I trace little loving circles on his chest with my fingertips. All thoughts of school, exams, and projects couldn't be further from my mind, and I think to myself how this is exactly what I needed.
What a perfect afternoon this is.
Oliver
The taste of Sofie’s skin is still on my tongue. Under this perfect full moon-lit sky, nothing could make me happier while I lay next to her in a poolside chair, conversing as the movement of the water creates a relaxing, ambient atmosphere.
I push my fingers through my wet hair, nervous with this gorgeous creature next to me. She’s already feeling so at-home with all of us. It’s incredible how much we click and how we just seem to go together.
I’ve never been so infatuated with a woman. Then again, I’ve never met a woman like Sofie before. The body on this one is just so amazing and, better yet, she’s on my level and has the same interests.
Now that’s unusual. I’ll be damned if I let it go.
I turn my head to Sofie. Her eyes immediately find mine and as she smiles, butterflies manifest in my stomach and I’m giddy much like we’re teenagers. I smile back.
“What’re you smiling for?” she asks, grinning. She’s very obviously being playful with me.
“I’m just so content here with you. Sofie, you’re one incredible woman. You know that though, right?” I say.
“I’m just myself, really. I don’t have an insatiable desire to lie to impress people. I see how it can benefit though,” she tells me.
“And how is that?” I say, earnestly interested. “I’m the same way and I’ve never really understood it myself.”
“Well, I guess I don’t know for sure and I can’t speak for anyone else. But some of my girlfriends on campus work at the gentlemen’s clubs and they say the second they start saying words like echocardiography or bioluminescence they stop getting attention,” she explains.
“It’s like it’s easier to play dumb I suppose. I’ll give them credit where credit is due. I could never pretend to be less intelligent than I am,” she goes on.
“And you should never have to. There’s a way out there for everybody. That’s the greatest part of life. You can choose to lead it literally how you damn-well please!” I admit.
“Thank you for seeing things as I do, Oliver. I really feel like I can speak candidly with you, and that’s just not the normal for me. Being on a campus of mostly meat-heads, I can’t even explain to people that non-GMO products have always been non-GMO and that GMOs aren’t even a harmful thing!” Sofie continues.
“You’re my goddamn dream girl, Sofie. I don’t know when GMOs started showing up on the list of big scary things to avoid, but they exist fucking everywhere. We can’t eat them without their modification,” I add.
“Yes! And crops wouldn’t survive the weather, or worse, the insects without modification to resist those outside factors,” she says. It’s incredible how much sense and knowledge this girl has about her.
“We both know just how right you are, and I love it,” I say. We smile and grow silent again just studying one another. Sofie is happy, but something in her eyes tells me she’s stressed still.
“Are you doing okay, hun? Can I make you more comfortable?” I offer.
“I’m fine,” she says, in an attempt to reassure me but I know something is bothering her. I want her to trust me enough to talk to me about things if she needs to.
“Are you sure? I just can’t help but think something is bothering you. Was it something at school?” I prod.
She sighs. “It’s Greg, again.”
Instantly, I’m filled with harsh emotion. The fact that she closes off so hard because of this guy makes me want to physically harm him at the mention of his name.
“He showed up while I was studying with Chloe demanding his date he won with me. He threatened me when I told him no. I’m just worried about what the International is going to say,” she continues.
At this point, my blood is boiling. Who is this little prick? Why does he have it out for such a sweet girl?
I swear to fucking God if I see this guy again I’m gonna deck him. I will make him rethink every decision he’s ever made.
“Sofie, you don’t need to worry about him. And don’t worry about the International. I promise if anything happens I’ll help you. You shouldn’t have to deal with his bullshit,” I assure her.
“It’s so hard not to worry though. Like this is all so much ea
sier said than done. I’m not the kind of person that doesn’t follow through with something, but after what he did to me I just don’t ever want to see his face again,” she argues.
My curiosity is piqued. Should I ask, or am I going to kill this boy?
“Do you want to tell me what happened?” I say, trying to be as sensitive as possible to her.
“Well, we met with common interests. He was in a lot of my classes last semester. We were both bio majors, and as you well know, us science-driven minds are much better working together.
“I hadn’t really known a lot of people on campus and he and I studied a lot together and just got really close. We were spending so much time together that a relationship just seemed to make sense, but really, underneath of that we were both crazy about each other and didn’t know how to admit it to one another.
“Well anyway, after about a month of being gushy and grossly in love, he shattered me. I came over to his dorm room after I had a meeting with one of my professors in a class I was having a hard time in, and I really was just looking for some comfort and reassurance.
“I must have really surprised him because I interrupted a ‘study session’ with another friend of his, who happened to be female. And naked. And on his bed. While he was also naked,” she explained.
“Oh my God, Sofie. That’s just awful. I’m so sorry he put you through that. I know it’s hard. Once you’ve established trust with someone you expect them to uphold that,” I say.
“I’m over it. I truly am. After I’ve seen what he’s like when he’s not with me, the rose-colored glasses have disappeared. He’s a disgusting person and I don’t need his negativity. I just wish I could push him away for good,” she continues.
“Do you guys still have classes together? Maybe you could go to a different professor’s class. This is a really large school so I’m sure they have plenty of options,” I add, trying my best to find a solution to her problem.
“I’ve already tried, but to no avail. And worse off, he’s also been creating different profiles on Facebook and Snapchat just trying to find new ways to harass me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to live my life like a normal person going through all of this stupid and childish bullying,” she explains.
Okay. Yep. Next time I see this kid, he’s going to have it.
“Sofie, I swear. If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask. I will have your back. Like you said, us science-driven minds need to stick together to hold this crazy world in place, and that involves taking care of one another,” I offer.
“Thank you,” she replies.
“There’s no need to thank me. I would do it in a heartbeat and never think twice if it means I’d be helping you,” I respond.
It’s, unfortunately, growing incredibly late, and I know Sofie needs to get home soon. I don’t want to end our date with all this talk about her bullshit ex-boyfriend.
“Tell me something, Sofie,” I blurt.
“Okay, but what?” she asks, confused.
“Anything,” I say. I can’t resist the urge, “Sofie’s choice.”
She laughs.
“Well, I do harbor some resentment to my mother for naming me, Sofie. For that exact reason, in fact.”
We both exchange in laughter.
“But if you’re looking for a bit more substance, I’ll tell you that my favorite color is red and that I love corgis more than any human should.”
“Duly noted,” I giggle.
I stand up and offer a hand out to Sofie. She props herself up and takes it and stands with me. She brings her face to my chest and just rests with her arms wrapped around me.
I bring my arms around her shoulders, place my fingers in her hair, and hold her in an embrace. I’ve never been more content.
This woman finds a great deal of comfort with me and I refuse to fuck that up. She’s special and she knows that. I think she feels it with all of us.
She deserves the best in the world and I’m making it my mission to deliver that to her. She doesn’t know yet, but she will.
We stay in each other’s arms in silence, just listening to each other breathing and watching the wading pool water. This date is the best one I’ve ever had and having to let it end is excruciating. However, it makes me even more excited already anticipating seeing her again.
Sofie
I look up from my crouching position in my seat at the counter. I unfurl my arms and throw them to either side. I’m feeling restless from waiting.
“Is it ready yet?” I ask Chloe impatiently. “I’m so hungry. And, I’m so fucking tired.” My agonous whines are testing her patience.
I turn myself towards the kitchen so I can face Chloe. She’s taking so much time, moving so slowly. I will her to cook faster.
“No, it’s not ready. I could serve this to you already, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want salmonella,” Chloe returns, matter-of-factly. Her passive-aggressiveness annoys me, but I realize I’m exhausted and hangry and I probably started it.
I’ve eaten hardly anything today, and I’m just ready for the day to be over. And I’m sure my body language and my expressions are clearly communicating that to Chloe. If I could go to bed with an empty stomach, I wouldn’t have to bother her this much. Still, it isn’t her fault I’m feeling like this.
“Sorry,” I say. “I’m just not used to all of this attention and all these spontaneous trips across the country. It’s so goddamn draining. It’s finally a night to relax and I just want to eat and go to sleep.”
I push out my bottom lip, forcing my face into a pout. My body forces me to raise my arms high to stretch and I let out a big yawn. I stretch my torso while my arms are up, and I blink hard a few times and shake my head.
“Oh boo, Sofie!” Chloe yells. I’m taken aback by her tone. “I wish I had the kind of problems you’re having. Oh no! Three GORGEOUS billionaires are whisking me away from my study time to take me on vacations and spend time with them. Whatever will I do?”
I resist the urge to call Chloe a bitch. Again, I remind myself I’m just fucking hangry and tired and I just try to be logical and reason with her.
“Well, you have to admit it’s not some normal level of activity, Chloe. It’s not like I’ve asked for any of it or expected it from them. It was a date for a charity auction, for Christ’s sake,” I explain. I need her to see where I’m coming from.
“I know that, silly,” she replies. “I was just giving you shit. What kind of friend would I be without giving you a reality check? You’re golden right now, and I’d kill to have one of them chasing me around trying to impress me, is all.”
She has a point. I just wish I had more energy to keep up with all of them. Between the trips, the sex, and the emotions I’m developing for them, I’m left with no time to think for myself.
“You have to admit it’s crazy that these guys are still so adamant about you after such an innocent first encounter,” she interjects. “Not that you’re not hot as fuck, it’s just like...a one in a billion occurrence.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I’m a little jarred by the whole thing still,” I admit. “Everything’s happening so fast and it’s hard to know if my feet are even on the ground.”
The smell of cumin and garlic powder are driving me mad with hunger. I hate that chicken should be cooked on such low heat. It takes too long, but I guess it’s better than it being dry...or at least that’s what I’m telling my belly demon.
As the sizzles from the pan hypnotize me, I start thinking about the hot passion I have for the BioKin execs. The thought of touching their muscles, feeling them through their beautiful, soft skin is so tantalizing.
The sensation of their lips pressing against mine and their breath hot on my neck. Fuck. I can’t be horny and hungry at the same time. It’s too confusing. But maybe I also feel hunger for them. I mean, think about the way I’m wanting them…it’s similar to my longing for tasty food.
I honestly don’t know what I’m supposed to do from h
ere. I enjoy them all so much. I couldn’t bare breaking any of their hearts, or my own for that matter.
“So which one do you like the best? I’ll go after the others and then we can both have billionaire boyfriends!” Chloe’s words stab through me. “I’m thinking I might have my eye on Lucas, but if you want him, Oliver and Elijah are just as beautiful.”
Seriously, the thought of one of them not being with me is wrecking me. I don’t know how I became so attached to them, but I can’t help myself.
“Chloe!” I snap. “This isn’t the conversation to have.” I’m snarling at this point. I didn’t expect to be so defensive, but damn, this is my happiness she’s laying into right now.
“What?” she replies, legitimately unaware of her lack of empathy for my plight.
“I like all of them. All three. I can’t pick just one! It’s like...they all bring different things to the table. I love how safe I feel, how listened to I am, and how appreciative they are of me. I don’t want to give up any of it from any of them,” I explain.
And it’s true. I can’t help but want them all. They’re like the many moving parts of a machine. It just doesn’t work the same without everything in its place.
“So you want to date everyone? That’s just so unusual, Sofie. Do you think that would even work?” she asks.
“I feel like it can. I mean, I’ve never tried something like that in any capacity, but why couldn’t it work?” I ask optimistically.
“I don’t want to see you get hurt, you know?” she offers.
Her concern is honest and valid. To tell the truth, I really don’t want to know if it’ll work or not. I just want to let it all keep happening and sort itself out later. Maybe there could be a better way out of this. Or if I’m being honest, I don’t want it to end, so I’m delaying the inevitable while I can.
My stomach growls loud and turns in on itself. I grab my abdomen and squeeze my eyes tight.
“Ugh, Chloe. Is dinner ready yet?” I ask again. “My stomach is about to eat itself.”
“Nope. But it’s getting closer. A couple more minutes, okay?” she assures me. Chloe walks over to the refrigerator and grabs some lettuce and tomatoes and starts chopping away.
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