Making Her Mine
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Right now I'm like floating on air as I stare at his jaw-dropping physique. But I manage to flash a smile "Hi!" — That was embarrassing I am just too obvious with my excitement. It's as if I did not see him for quite a while.
No matter how I try to be subtle, everything becomes awkward. Now, where's my professional etiquette etched and tattooed on my system? Oh fuck! And by awkward, I am like a soldier standing before his sergeant, holding my clutch in front of me with both hands; keeping a somewhat impassive face.
But who am I joking? Impassive…really…I am grinning unable to hide my excitement.
"Hi, how was your day?" his smile is alluring me; he glides his hands from his legs to his knees as he stands up. "Did you have a good morning with a good mood all day?" Why don't you just ask me how am I feeling from last night, because I can tell you tons of emotions that I have been feeling from the elevator up to the moment that I saw you from the building?
But yeah, I can't say that. "Doing amazing today, I close a deal, everything went well" I shrug my shoulders as I move my hands around along with my clutch, again…being awkward and unnecessary.
"Good for you! Well anyways, would you fancy a trip to the West Hamptons?" he is inviting me to his place as he points with his thumb over his shoulder, and who would ever dare to turn his offer down?
"Yes sure" without hesitation I agree with his idea. Shrugging my shoulders again, waving my hands off with the clutch as I roll my eyes, smiling. I hope I did not look too excited about this; I have to keep my compose reputation.
What reputation? I said yes in a blink of an eye. Fuck it! I am not caring anymore. I am just looking forward to having another night of mind-blowing sex.
He opens the door and extends his hand to assist me as I go in. I slide in my butt first then I lift both my feet up to settle in the car as he closes the door. He walks around the other side, I covertly check out his car. It smells good, like new leather, the seat is very comfy; everything is black with a red outline, such a sexy car.
I wanted to have a longer time to inspect his luxurious car but Jonah opens his door and slides in. Twisting the car key on as he adds gas, even the engine sounds sexy, I can't stop imagining if those car keys were my nipples.
"Zoey?" is he talking…but those fingers are long. "Ready?" is he saying something? The engine is like vibrating my body, or it's just me thinking about those fingers touching my clit. "Zoey, are you okay? Ready to go?" as I move my sight from his fingers towards his face, daydreaming…Oh shit his looking at me, I snap back and realized that I look like I'm about to drool.
"Uhm" I am in a daze, I feel my blood running through my veins, he caught me off guard. "Oh yes I am, let's go?" I force a grin and struggling to act normal. He smiles as he focuses his attention on the road.
It's funny because I am blending in with his car my shoes, my dress, my hair, all jet black. Changing topic? Yes you got it right I am diverting the shame I felt inside. Trying to forget how awkward I was, staring blankly imagining about his fingers.
"Alright let's go," he turns the music up and drives. Alright, I need to relax. The excitement is making me too inelegant. Deep breaths will do, then I'll start the conversation.
A couple of minutes later, I am finally relaxed. We chat while he's driving. From topic to topic, we have never-ending laughter. It's a long ride but I'm enjoying. I sing along with the song, while he can't stop laughing at me. I don't know why, but he might be seeing a cute puppy barking.
We groove to the music, but Jonah is being responsible by keeping his eyes on the road. Keeping the speed limit, despite his car is almost good for racing. Well, I really don't know about cars and horsepowers, I'm just familiar with the model units and names. Or maybe, he is just killing the time just to spend it with me.
We have arrived at Brentwood, passing by the buildings, penthouses, highlands. Jonah and I are talking about how they scramble around last night and almost ended the dinner with a mess. He apologizes but I just laughed at the incident. The night ended well anyways.
Laughing at what happened, chatting about basically everything under the sun, I didn't notice until Jonah is pulling over into the driveway. We're finally at his penthouse. That travel was not bad, I thought I'm going to complain about sore ass but I didn't.
Drawing the handbrake, he then takes out his keys from the key-engine and glides out the car shutting his door behind him. He smiles at me through the windshield as he walks around to open mine.
Jonah lends a hand as I stand from the car seat. Then he shuts the car door lock. We are heading towards his porch when we spot a familiar face.
Gavin
"Well, that's one perfect human right there."
My reflection from the gym mirror does not lie. I admit, I am narcissistic but even you won’t be able to deny my good looks. My daily gym workouts paid off and of course, my genes, part responsible for this Adonis physique.
One more rep for my kettle bell thruster and I'm done. Gym for me is never enough. I am like a hungry machine so I really like taking things to the extreme. Did I mention that my gym is on my pad? Yes, I had my pad personalized just the way I want it. My workout space is about a 100-square feet near my kitchen fronting my living room.
"Hah!" short but loud shout — a relief after my 1 hour 30 minutes accomplished routines. I'd better take a shower and jog after. Oh yes, you heard it right, jog after—extreme, remember? I'm not tired yet and besides jogging can't be so boring, bouncing titties and booties are good to see. But not as good as Zoey's though.
Let me just go to my room and get naked, so I walk in and toss my soiled workout-shorts — the only thing I wear — into the hamper as I get in my room. Spending another minute looking myself in the mirror…but this time, I'm naked. Just striking some body-builder pose here, flexing and stretching.
Behind me is my king size bed, with an overhead vintage wall clock. From the mirror's reflection, I glimpse at the time. It's already 5:30, I need to get going. I march my way into my shower. You know, aside from good bath, an exceptional ambiance of my bathroom also helps me relax. At the right side of the entrance, glass-door is my tub — a designer burnished cast iron claw-foot bateau. This piece accentuates the vintage interior of my bath.
To the left are my lavatory and toilet. As I close the glass door behind me, I walk towards my shower with glass walls. In my shower, I twist open both hot and cold knob achieving nice warm water that flows from my head down to my body, butt, cock, legs, calves, feet and on the floor. The temperature is perfect. Isn't this so relaxing? I close my eyes feeling like meditating.
As the water drenches my entire body, I take a step backward and pick the bottle of shower gel from the hanging shelf at my right side. I spurt a quarter-size unto my hands. Returning the bottle to its place, I rub the solution into my head and my body, as the bubbles run down. It would be better and more relaxing if someone is doing this for me, Zoey perhaps? My cock needs rubbing too.
Coated with bubbles, I step into the shower to rinse myself. Settling my hand on the wall, I let the water run down my head, as amounts of water falling through my hair. I turn to my back then I scrunch my hair to remove the excess shampoo. The sensation of water falling unto my head and body are like tiny hands massaging.
Getting off of this feeling is hard to do. But I need to eat. I shake my head from left to right like a dog getting rid of the water from its fur. After showers just feel so refreshing. I slide the glass wall open reaching for my towel then wrap myself with it and pat dry.
Walking towards the bathroom door, I push it. Then unwrapping myself from the towel, and toss it into the hamper. I stare at myself in the mirror.
Hmm perfect. I then slide my door closet open. My hands just keep on grabbing a white V-neck tee and gray jogger pants, not even thinking of wearing boxers.
I work my way to the kitchen and grab the handle of the fridge open, only to realize that I’m too shit-faced to cook. ‘Think I should probably hit Jonah’s place a
nd get him shit-faced instead of me.
I grab the door behind me close and jog towards there. I don't think he would kick me out when he sees me. We're neighbors, like a minute-drive away neighbors and aside from that, we've been friends since business school. I doubt that he would unwelcome his buddy.
Walking back towards my room, I pull open my shoe-cabinet door and grab my running slip-on and wear it. I breeze towards the main door as I slip my other foot in the shoe. I grab the knob open and step out, locking it behind me as I exit.
It's easy to see the road and the sidewalk, as it is illuminated by the street lights. Then I started jogging. I pass about 6 houses and then on the third block, I curve to the right.
I’m so close to dinner I can already taste it. In 5 minutes food will be served. I hope he's cooking, I hope he has food.
Still jogging and about 4 houses I pass, I can see his penthouse from here. And just like clockwork, they've just arrived. I see them walking away from the car.
He's with Zoey and I feel brewing up a storm. I smell date and date means food.
“Hey guys!" they notice and see me from afar, but I take the initiative to greet them.
"Hi," they greet me in synch. They are both happy to see me. It's as if they're waiting for me…it seems odd.
"Hey Jonah, what's up? You've haven't changed a bit." I walk towards them, extending my hand for Jonah to high-five. Zoey might not know what I mean but Jonah sure does. I commend him for being fast and first in hitting on her or girls in general.
A scene of him holding Zoey's waist is like an instant flashback, how he used to date girls before. Hot girls to be exact, one was a cheerleader, then a week after was the academy's most popular girl, the emo girl which I'm not sure if they hooked up. And if he knows that someone is crushing on him, well, he does not miss them too.
"Shut up man!" he is laughing because he knows what I'm talking about. His face looks like his about to grab my mouth to shut it. Well, at this point, this would be the first time that we have the same woman to be interested in. To be honest, I am just looking for an excuse that Zoey would be discouraged of him. But I am not positive about that because she seems to be happy with his company, or maybe she's happy to see me.
"By the way man, I am here for dinner, I ran out of food in my fridge. Well, such a responsible act right?" we all laughed. I am looking solely at Zoey, but it's not just me. Jonah is looking at her too. They look like a couple, he hasn't removed his hands around her waist since they arrived, since I bumped into them.
"Perfect! I'm cooking dinner, I mean reheating dinner, I cooked it before I leave, so come and join us" from our eyes admiring at Zoey, Jonah and I look at each other as he waves welcome to get in. Finally! Finally, he releases his hands around her. God! I wanted to be in his place.
"That's so perfect because I'm kind of starving right now." I rub my abs emphasizing my hunger.
"Alright, just come in" Jonah leads us to his penthouse. Altogether we take our steps on his porch. Zoey is walking in front of me. I could really grab that ass right now. Up-down, up-down, that's how her butt moves, my mouth is watery, it's like I'm gulping a glass of milk.
As we reach the penthouse door, Jonah opens it. On the right side of the entrance, is a table, he picks up a remote control then he switches the backyard light on. As he turns to us "Please wait for me there, I'll just reheat the food I cooked…and Gavin please set up the grill because we'll be having some barbecue" he assigns.
I offer my arm for her to hold on as we head to the backyard. "I'm so glad you're here." I do, I really do. But of course, she's one ideal woman. I told her as I drag a tucked chair under the round garden table. She smiles as she takes a seat..
"Jonah surprised me and picks me up from my work" she replies, well that really sounds Jonah. I just smile back as I turn around to prep the grill, instructed by Jonah. I hear her from my back dragging her seat. I guess she wants to go closer to the table, but I am more focus on preparing this grill because I am really hungry.
"Hey Jonah" I shouted as I poke the coal on the grill "hand me the barbecue" on my right foot, lifting my left, I stand sideways asking Jonah over the grill cover.
"One sec!" Then I go back poking the coal and lit it. Shortly, I hear his footsteps, shifting my focus from the coal towards him, Jonah hands me the skewers of meat and bell pepper. After giving me the plate of barbecue, he returns back to his kitchen checking on the reheated food in the oven.
A few minutes later "food is ready" Jonah brings out dinner, while I go to his kitchen and get some plates and cutlery. Opening almost each of his entire cupboards…eventually, I spot and grab the plates then walk back to the garden.
I arrange our table with 3 plates, spoons, forks, and table knives. Just like a pro. I turn back to the grill with a serving plate on my hand and transfer the barbecue into it. Placing it on the table "dinner is served" I hail.
Zoey
It's a little past 7, yet it feels like the day has just begun. We're out in Jonah's backyard and he is grilling some barbecue for me and, apparently, Gavin; but there's nothing wrong with that, nothing at all. In fact, the more the merrier—somehow it's become my motto recently if you know what I mean and I know you do.
Jonah, doing his thing, is really fun to watch. He's even hotter than the grill. I look over to Gavin who has just finished setting the table and sits directly across me. He looks at me with hunger in his eyes like I'm part of the barbecue that Jonah is grilling.
"How was your day?" he asks.
"A bit full, to be honest," I say as my mind strays to the thought of being filled and fulfilled by something, or rather someone.
"Almost done." Jonah informs the both of us.
"Perfect!" Gavin adds.
And with all the audacity I have in me, I reply. "Who, me?"
Jonah and Gavin look at each other and smirk.
Okay, I wish I could retract that. But no, I started something and I don't regret that all.
"Zoey, do you even have to ask?" Jonah teases me, as he puts a plate of barbecue in front of us.
"Maybe you'd like me to show you just how perfect you are, after dinner." Gavin builds on what I have just started.
Everything looks and smells great. We eat dinner and my first bite of food reminds me how hungry I am.
I guess I never notice when I'm with anyone of the four men in my life right now. My body craves for something else, something more important than food.
We dig in, which Gavin seems to do more than Jonah and I. He must really be hungry, yet his body does not tell tales of him eating. No, more of an intense workout I guess.
I don't know if it's the good food or the complimenting weather but the three of us take our dinner in peaceful silence. It seems like the cozy night to snuggle up to each other.
As if...Snuggling up to each other? That is not what I really want.
I stand up to put away my plate and maybe help in cleaning up the table; but before I know it, Jonah pulls me towards him and kisses me passionately. That description doesn't even give it justice. It gives me a heady feeling as our tongues lock like puzzle pieces.
He bites my lower lip as he slowly strips me off my clothes, starting with the ones covering my upper body. His hands return to the back of my head, supporting it as he kisses me harder. In just a few moments, I feel something that stifles me—another hand is cupping my breasts.
Wait, both of Jonah's hands are interspersed in my hair. So whose hand is this, there's no one else here but Gavin; and so it was. Gavin places his mouth over my now hard nipples. He gently tugs it and I am overwhelmed with pleasure.
Jonah, sensing what Gavin is doing, doesn't back down from the competition. He traces my neck with more kisses and moves to my other breast.
Now, they're both sucking on my nipples. Each one does it differently but both are equally satisfying.
They both start tugging harder as if they planned it. Jade and caramel eyes look up at my face. I don't even know
whom to look at.
Is it possible to choose one among all of them?
I stop myself from that dangerous thought because right now, I just want to enjoy this moment wherein two gorgeous men are challenging themselves with the mission of pleasing me.
Not breaking eye contact, Jonah's hand travels down…way down. He grazes my inner thighs, teasing me. I can almost see him smile as he feels me wet to the point that my juices are dripping down straight through my thong, which he immediately gets rid of.
Gavin's carnal desire brings him to place his hands on the same area. Two different hands are near there, and I can't help but beg. I let out a faint plead.
Jonah slowly rubs my clit, carefully drawing small circles around it. Gavin, on the other hand, literally so to speak, parts my outer lips and slides his fingers inside me.
"Oh, god." I whisper, oblivious to the fact that people can hear or see us.
I can feel their breathing against my skin get harsher by the second. They go faster and their pace is perfectly in sync that it drives me crazy.
"I'm about to…I am going to cum." I scream, as louder than I ever have.
I don't think any man has made me cum without actual penetration; but then again, when have I ever been satisfied by two men at the exact same time?
Gavin stops and Jonah follows his lead. They let me take a break from moaning and screaming. I whimper when they do, but it allows me to do what I've been yearning for.
I pull them together so they're standing right beside each other. I kneel and yank their pants down. I want...I need their cocks inside my mouth.
I begin stroking them both. I look over to Jonah and I gently suck the head of his shaft not leaving Gavin as I hold him in place.
I suck harder and put all of him in my mouth, the tip of his dick reaching the back of my throat. Then, as he throws his head back, I move to Gavin. I swirl my tongue around him, but my hand doesn't abandon Jonah's throbbing penis.