by Frankie Love
I drop down to my knees, my hands rubbing Ethan’s strong thighs, he is so muscular. I lick my lips and open my mouth taking the creamy goodness he immediately has to offer. I look up at him, my mouth full of his hard cock. He groans as I suck him harder, loving his innocent cock and loving that I’m the only woman who’s ever tasted him. The only woman who’s ever been with him.
It makes me feel so desired. Makes me move my mouth faster and faster. The whipped cream is sweet on my tongue and I pull out his cock, swirling around his tip, loving his velvety length.
“Oh, girl,” he groans, as I deep throat him.
I notice the other guys, Noah and Enzo have stripped down too, and Mason on the bed has taken off his t-shirt and shorts too. All three of them have their cocks in their hands, all three of them so fucking hard and thick. My pussy is drenched at the idea of having all of them inside me tonight.
All of them inside me forever.
Chapter 21
Chloe
Ethan comes hard in my mouth, his salty come mixing with the creamy whip, and I swallow it, savoring every last drop he has to give me. My belly is full of his release, and I am ready to be filled with all their come, coated in their cream.
“It was perfect,” Ethan tells me.
I run my hand run up and down his still hard shaft, cradling his balls as if they are precious gems, and the truth is: they are.
I walk over to Mason, needing to pleasure my man who I’ve missed being with for so long.
“Oh, baby,” he tells me. “You look so beautiful in that outfit.”
Smiling at his adoration, I take the straps of the lingerie and pull them off my shoulders. “Do you want to see how I look without the outfit?” I ask.
He raises his eyebrows, and I know he wants to see all of me. I may have given him a nurse striptease the other day, but this is gonna be so much better.
I take off my clothes, slowly, teasingly, letting the teddy fall to the floor. Then my bare ass and bare pussy and bare breasts are exposed.
“Look at you,” he tells me. “Chloe, you’re so fucking hot.”
I shake my head blushing. “Shush, Mason.”
“Don’t shush me. It’s the goddamn truth. You are a piece of art.”
I walk over to the bed and take hold of his hard cock. “Do you want to taste my pussy or fuck my pussy first?” I ask.
He groans watching me, his hand reaches up and he begins plucking my hard nipples.
“I want to taste you.”
I smile, then tell him to change directions on the bed. Once he has rearranged himself, I climb on top of him, straddling him across his face. His strong hands hold my hips in place, my legs bent on either side of his head. My pussy pressed firmly against his mouth.
“Oh, God,” I moan as his stubble brushes against my bare pussy. I’m so glad I got the wax because I feel the sensation even deeper.
In front of me, Noah stands with the bottle of caramel sauce in his hand and he drizzles some on my bare breasts.
Then he leans over and begins licking it off. My tits are so sensitive, so peaked with delight and with my pussy being licked up and down, it’s like I am set on fire and melting at the same time.
“You taste so good,” Noah tells me.
And Mason must agree because he slaps my ass, burning my skin as he tongues my cunt up and down. He licks me like I’m an ice cream cone and I’m melting above him.
I feel an orgasm building, and when Noah presses his mouth against mine, my sticky breasts against his bare chest, I can’t hold back much longer. I bite down on Noah’s bottom lip as Mason grinds his mouth against my cunt.
I’m dripping against Mason, I’m groaning against Noah. My pussy so wet and my desire mounting.
I pull myself off of Mason, needing to fuck him. Needing his thick cock inside me. I’m needy and desperate and I am his.
I move lower, letting myself sink against his hardness. He closes his eyes as he accepts my pussy. He’s so big that I swear to God his cock has grown since last month. I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve taken him.
But still, it’s as if my body remembers him. My pussy has memorized his cock. My body swears to never forget him. As I sink against him, my pussy opens and takes him completely and I begin to grind hard against him, his cock deep in my core. I need his cock now and forever.
“I love you, Mason, so fucking much,” I tell him, tears in my eyes. My orgasm rushes over me, my body floods with emotion. I am so happy, so fucking lucky.
I have everything.
I have the four most amazing men in the world and they have me.
I fuck Mason hard, grateful that his body has recovered; grateful he is still here under me. With me.
And when he comes, my core reignites, filling up with everything he has to give. He explodes inside me and I accept everything he offers.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, thrusting deep inside me, his hands on my hips. I lean down, my breasts brushing over his chest, rocking over and over again as he spends himself inside me.
Pulling myself from him, my body slick with sex and sweat, I reach for Enzo, needing him too. His hands are on my ass and I arch my back, giving him access to the channel I sense he wants. In a moment his fingers are pressing inside me. I never even saw him get the lube, but he’s opening me up one finger at a time.
I bend over for him as Noah slides under me where Mason had been. Noah’s fingers are at my pussy, dipping inside of me, then moving faster, penetrating me more deeply as Enzo begins pressing his hard cock into my ass.
It feels so good as he stretches me open and fills me up. And Noah’s fingers run up and down my still-slick pussy, over my hood, my clit throbbing and needy.
How many times can one woman orgasm in one night? I know from experience that it’s a hell of a lot.
Noah pulls me down against him, his cock against my pussy and filling me up just as Enzo fills me up from behind. Mason gets off the bed standing with his cock before me. “I need you to lick me, I need you to suck me off, baby,” he growls. I love that he’s so hard and ready all over again, but I know he’s waited a long time for this, for me.
So I open my mouth and I take him. I suck his massive length, loving the sensation of having three cocks inside me at the same time. I draw Ethan closer, needing to suck both of their tips at once. Wanting four cocks to fill me at the same time.
Ethan and Mason massage my breasts, and from behind, Enzo holds on to my hips. Beneath me Noah thrusts hard and I am so fucking full that I’m barely able to breathe.
This moment is everything. I never want it to end. It’s heaven on Earth and these men worship me as if I’m the only angel that exists.
When Mason is ready, I pull him from my mouth so his ribbons of come can coat my full breasts. I keep sucking Ethan, his hard length so close to erupting. I keep sucking him hard as Enzo explodes inside my ass and as Noah climaxes against my bare cunt.
I’m not just coming—I’m coming undone. Every inch of my body is breaking open, starting anew.
Ethan comes and I pull him from me so his come can coat me too. Noah grinds against my pussy with his cock, buried so deep inside me. He pulls me down hard, and I scream in pleasure, crying out in ecstasy.
My body is theirs and they will never let me go. We come together, crashing hard and I know with these men there is no such thing as falling. They will catch me every single time.
“Baby, that was everything,” Mason says, running his hands over my face, pressing my bouncing breasts together, loving the way they glisten with come.
And then Enzo pulls himself from me, running his hands over my bare ass, up my back, leaving kisses on my neck, his lips against my ear, kissing me ever so softly. His breath is hot and his body hard against me still.
Noah is beneath me grinning like the lover he is. I roll off him onto the bed, drawing Mason, Ethan, and Enzo onto the bed too. I know Mason has been standing for a long time, so I make sure he’s
comfortable, and I nestle against him, savoring the closeness we all share in this intimate moment.
Ethan gets the plate of chocolate covered strawberries and hands me one. I take a bite, groaning over the delicious taste, but knowing there’s nothing I could eat that could compare to the delicious treat I just inhaled.
“I think that’s a world record for an orgy,” I tell them, laughing. “We really got down to business fast.”
“The night is still young,” Mason says smile.
“And it looks like there’s a lot more whipped cream, Bellissima,” Enzo agrees.
“I have an idea,” Ethan says.
“And what’s that?” I ask, propped up on an elbow, my eyes on my naked men’s thick cocks. I am a greedy, greedy girl, but I don’t care. These men are mine and I will never let them go.
“I think we should turn you into a sundae,” Ethan says, smirking.
I gasp with exaggeration. “You want to waste all those precious calories on me?”
“Oh, we won’t be wasting a damn thing, Chloe,” Ethan says. “We will savor every last lick.”
I smile, my body already forgetting the sundae, because I know they’re going to make me drip just like an ice cream cone.
Epilogue
Six Weeks Later: Chloe
When Mason comes home from his final physical therapy appointment, we’re all outside on the deck. We’ve been going over our itinerary for our move next week and it’s been really wonderful to plan things out for my men.
“Hey, baby,” Mason says, offering me a kiss. “You look happy.”
“Well, I booked an epic Airbnb for us on Oahu.” I hand him the iPad with the house listing pulled up. “Nice right?”
“A Jacuzzi on the deck? Nice.” He grins. “You know we’ve never had hot tub sex.”
I punch him in the gut playfully. “Ethan already called dibs on it first.”
“True story,” Ethan says. Then laughing, he adds, “I’ve never fucked in a hot tub and I wanna do it before you guys get the water dirty.”
The guys crack up and I just shake my head, knowing when these guys get on a roll there’s no stopping them.
Thankfully, Enzo breaks up the laughter by handing me a fresh margarita and I take it happily. “Thanks, love,” I tell him. “But when we get to Waikiki we’ll have to switch to Mai Tais, right?”
Noah nods. “I think so, and speaking of drinking—you still owe us a night of drunk-Chloe. In Tahiti, you passed out after your tropical cocktails on night one.”
I twist my lips. “Hmmm, I don’t know about drunk-Chloe. I feel like if I got wasted, I might miss something I don’t want to forget. And when it comes to us, I don’t want to miss a second of our life.” My eyes get all misty, and the guys look at me with puppy-dog eyes. “Sorry, I’m gonna start my period. I’m a total mess.”
“Oh, Bella, it’s okay,” Enzo says, rubbing my shoulders.
Noah reaches for my hand. “You’re gonna cry some more when we tell you our plans before we leave LA.”
“What is that?” I ask, relishing Enzo’s neck massage.
Noah presses his perfect lips together and looks at the other guys.
“Should we tell her?”
“Tell me what?” I shake my head. “I know everything that goes on around here, you know that right? I am the one who opens credit card statements and sees the MeTube royalty checks. I read the emails sent to Rock Hard and I have organized the video release schedule.”
“We know you have our lives covered so we can be free to record skydiving stunts,” Ethan says. “Which we are more grateful for than we could ever express. But you don’t know everything.”
“And we also know that you deserve the world, Bellissima. This past month we have talked about our families, our histories, so much. And we know that it’s scary to have Noah’s parents join us in Oahu for a week, and for my Dad to come out later in the fall to visit, but you have been so brave and worked through so many things that have held you back.”
I swallow, but can’t keep the tears from falling. I’ve been seeing a counselor three times a week ever since ExSports ended, and it has been really amazing for me. I know my childhood really messed me up in a lot of ways and the hurt that I experienced from being abandoned isn’t something that I am going to work through overnight, no matter how many men love me.
But my counselor, Sharon, accepts unconventional relationships and has helped me realize that if my partners and I are safe, open, and respectful of one another, I don’t need to be scared to admit that what we share is the kind of love I want forever.
And so when Noah and Enzo mentioned wanting their family to visit in Hawaii, I told them that sounded wonderful. Thankfully, they have already laid the groundwork for what our situation is, and while Noah’s parents don’t quite get it, they still want to stay at our house in Oahu. Enzo’s dad has a harder time with it, and we rented him a hotel for when he comes.
It’s a lot of details that we will continue to iron out over time—but right now—I feel more whole and healthy than I ever have in my life. And the fact that I could leave my therapy appointments, knowing I have my men waiting for me with loving, open arms, is something I will cherish forever.
“So, do you want to know the surprise?” Mason asks.
I nod. “I still don’t believe you could have planned something without me knowing.”
Noah hands me his phone. I look at the screen confused.
“What is this?” I ask, taking in the infamous castle.
“Disneyland.”
“Well, I know that, but what does it mean?”
Noah cups my face with his hands. “You missed out on a lot, remember, and I promised you I’d take you to Disney one day. So, tomorrow, we’re going.”
“Really?” I can’t believe he remembered.
“Really,” Noah says. “And we have VIP passes and everything.”
“You guys… you’ll really go?” I look at Ethan and Enzo specifically because I have heard them mention multiple times that Disney is a commercial trap.
“With you?” Ethan grins. “Chloe, I’ll go anywhere.”
“Besides,” Mason says. “We paid for them to close down Tom Sawyer’s Island for us for an entire hour.”
“Wait, what?” I ask, grinning. “Seriously?”
“Damn straight,” Noah says. “Hell, after our hour there I guarantee we will always remember it as the happiest place on earth.”
“I’ll be happy just to be there with you guys.” I shake my head, amazed that this is my life. Knowing I’m the luckiest girl in every sense of the word.
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Chapter 1
Jax
I swing down against the trunk a final time before getting out of the way. I call out to Buck, making sure he moves.
My dog, Jameson, barks wildly as he watches the swaying pine.
The tree falls with a strong, heavy rush that sends a chill over my skin.
It happens every time.
I feel most alive when I've taken something, using my own hands, and brought it to the ground.
I used to do that with women. There was nothing I liked more than fucking a woman I'd just met, giving them my solid wood, something they would remember. Then they could go home to their pansy-ass boyfriend or husband, and think of my trunk when someone else tried to get them off.
But then things changed. Fucking a woman I didn’t know got me in trouble.
With everyone.
And I had to get the fuck out of town.
I moved out of the city a few months ago, and I haven’t looked back. I came out here, to the dense forest.
The only thing I miss about life back in Coeur d'Alene is the women. While I find a lot of raccoons in these parts, good pussy isn't as common as it was back home.
Now, instead of taking a woman hard and fast, I swing my axe. Some guys might use a chainsaw, but I like the feel of the blade biting into the wood. The power in each stroke.
I take down pine trees. I call myself an old-school lumberjack, but that's mostly just a joke I tell myself. I'm not doing anything with this pile of wood besides burning some of it and putting the rest in a heap at the side of the cabin.
I watch as the tree falls; timber.
“That was a big-ass motherfucker,” Buck says, taking a swig from the beer I gave him when he showed up an hour ago.
