“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 begin 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 Eight
Chloe
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 Nine
Enzo
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 lips––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?”
* * *
“Enzo,” she yells over the engine, her hand so tight against mine, her knuckles are white. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Yes, you can,” I say, leaning in and speaking directly in her ear. I may or may not have slipped in a tongue while I was at it. I can’t help it, she looks so cute in her jumpsuit, the parachute on her back, her eyes bright. “We will be face-to-face the entire time, we will pull the chutes out together. I swear you aren’t alone.”
She licks her lips before reaching out and squeezing her arms around my waist. “But when do we jump?” she screams. It’s so loud in the plane and hard to hear one another. I adjust the MovePro on my helmet and look my girl in the eye.
“We jump now!” I leap from the plane, holding onto Chloe nice and tight.
For a minute, she is stiff as a board in my arms, screaming and terrified as we plummet from the safety of the plane. The speed is uncanny, unexplainable if you’ve never made the jump yourself. One second everything in the world makes sense. Gravity. The meaning of life and death.
And then you are shooting through the sky with nothing to hold onto but yourself, and you are trusting a piece of fabric with your life.
But then you pull the cord, let the parachute go, and watch it catch the air.
Then, all at once, you are soaring.
We are soaring.
And her screams of terror become full-on peals of pleasure. Excitement and adrenaline are written all over her face. She’s still holding me as tightly as ever, but she moves her head to the left, then to the right, as she takes in the magnificent view that you can only achieve from the fall.
She is speechless, and so am I.
The bright blue sky surrounds us, the deep blue ocean, and the white sand beaches are below us, and the lush green forests are on the horizon. It is a beautiful place, all the more beautiful because of the woman in my arms.
I’ve jumped from planes probably a thousand times, but never have I found my breath stolen, my heart racing, and my devotion so completely focused on another person.
Her legs are wrapped around me as we fall from the sky, gliding through the clouds, and I find myself wanting the moment to last forever.
Her face is bright as she takes in this experience, and I love that about her. For a virgin, she sure has given her all to this time in her life. She could be a scared little dove, but instead, she is soaring headlong into what she wants. What she’s giving herself permission to accept.
After we finally make our slow descent, with the camera catching everything, we safely land in a pile on the ground, sharing gales of exhilarated laughter.
“Enzo, thank you, I can’t believe I just did that,” she says. The parachute wraps around us both, the soft grass under us, her little body pressed tightly against mine. “How can I properly thank you for that experience?”
I grin. “Oh, love, there is only one kind of payment I accept.”
Her eyes twinkle, the high from the fall still working its way over my sweet thing. “Yeah? And what’s that?”
And then I kiss her.
Chapter Ten
Enzo
With her lips against mine, I feel the layers of ourselves peeling away. She is nothing short of a goddess. A goddess I want to make my own. And I am doing my part to ensure that she will be ready for all of us guys in a few days.
We each committed to opening ourselves up to her, guiding her closer to us so that when we all come together, she will be more than ready to take what we have to offer.
Which is everything.
She is delicious and her pretty pink mouth opens wide as my tongue finds hers. I devour her like she is the last sweet thing I’ll ever taste.
But I know that’s not true. I will be tasting plenty more delicious things when it comes to Chloe.
She murmurs sweet nothings against me... loving this...wanting this...needing this.
Maybe it’s not sweet nothings at all.
Maybe it is a sweet necessity.
I need more of her; I need to feel her pussy. I need to press my fingers inside her, working her tight little cunt so it will be ready for my massive cock when the time comes.
Mason told us last night that she worked her little pussy over on the beach for him. He said she dripped as she came.
Now it’s time for me to see her pussy for myself.
“I need you, too,” I tell her. Leaning over her so I can unbutton her jumpsuit, then push it off her shoulders, pulling it past her hips and tossing it aside.
“Will someone see us?” she asks. We’re in the middle of the field, which is in the middle of nowhere. Lost on an island, and while I know there’s a Jeep waiting for us about a quarter of a mile away, there’s no one here, no one coming.
I smile because that’s wrong.
I’m planning on two people coming pretty damn soon.
“Right now, it’s just you and me, bella,” I tell her.
She nods in understanding. Or maybe she nods because she doesn’t care. She’s as interested in this moment as I am. And when she reaches her hands up, begging me to peel off my jumpsuit too, I know she needs this moment to speed up.
“Just take it all off,” she tells me. “I want to see your cock again. It’s been two nights since I saw how big you are, and I’ve been dreaming ab
out it, Enzo. And those hands of yours? After you gave me a shoulder massage, all I’ve been thinking about is what else your fingers could do.” She bites her bottom lip like an innocent little virgin.
But I know she’s not so innocent. Fuck, she’s willing to sleep with four men at once. There’s nothing naïve about this baby girl.
Lucky me.
Hell, lucky us.
“My fingers know exactly what to do.” I take off my clothes, then pull down my boxers because if my bambino wants to see my cock, that’s what my bambino is going to get.
“Oh, my God,” she says, her eyes wide. “You’re just so freaking big, Enzo... and long. You’re so...” She shakes her head, looking at me in disbelief.
“So, what?” I prompt, looking down at her. I drop to my knees and begin peeling away her cut-off shorts, her tank top is riding up high on her waist, and her massive tits are barely contained in it. She doesn’t have an extra bra. We should probably take her shopping.
All she has right now are some castoffs we found in the pool house. A few skimpy swimsuits and some ill-fitting clothing.
She said she didn’t mind.
The truth is, I don’t mind either. I like seeing her half-dressed at any given moment. I like the idea of her not wearing any panties. Any bra.
And why should she wear a bra? Her breasts are so fucking huge, so bouncy and perky. Tits that were made for sex. Tits that were made to be seen.
“You look so perfect,” she says, reaching for my chest. “Your arms are so hard; your ass is firm.” She reaches back and grabs it playfully before smacking the bare skin. She laughs, letting a cascade of giggles escape.
Then I put my finger out, scolding her like a naughty girl. “You want to give me a spanking?” I raise an eyebrow. “Because I don’t know if you’re ready for that game, Chloe. If you want to play dirty, I have a feeling it might get dirtier than you’re ready for.”
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