Our Love Story: An MMFMM Romance

by Love, Frankie

  “Hey,” I say, pulling the Jeep to a stop as we arrive at our destination. “Have I told you how much I love that fact that you are a virgin? That you’ve waited all this time for us? I can’t imagine a hotter situation.”

  “Is that all this is to you? About hot sex?”

  I swallow, wanting her to understand that is not it at all. “Chloe, I’ve always been the asshole in my life. The womanizing jokester. I want to believe I have what it takes to be the man a woman would need me to be…

  “But the truth is, the idea of sharing you with the other guys makes me feel better. Takes the pressure off. Maybe that makes me sound like a fucking pussy. But I’ve known you for only a handful of days and am already terrified of fucking things up with you.”

  She unbuckles her seatbelt and turns in her seat to face me. “Last night I thought you guys were saying this was only a week-long fling. Now it sounds like you think it might be more than that?”

  I look unblinkingly into Chloe’s eyes. Fuck, this woman is changing me.

  “I’ve never been like this before. So head over heels for a woman I hardly know. But everything I know about you tells me you’re the sort of woman that could handle me. A woman who wouldn’t put up with my bullshit, a woman who would challenge me to be a better man.”

  Her eyes widen at my confession.

  “Did I overshare?” I ask, leaning my forehead to hers.

  “No,” she whispers. “I just wasn’t expecting this from you.”

  “I bet you thought I’d be all laughs and bullshit, huh?”

  She smiles, looking up, our noses touching. “Pretty much. Though I did think there would be tickling, too.”

  “The day has only started, sweet cheeks.”

  “Part of me would be fine just staying in this Jeep all day.”

  “And what would we do here all day, Chloe?”

  “I bet you could come up with a few ideas.”

  “Tempting, but no. I decided to forgo the rock climbing today though. I’m taking you on a hike.”

  “What, you don’t think I can handle the climb?”

  I shake my head, seriously. “That’s not it at all.”

  “What is it then, Noah?”

  I run my hands through her hair, pulling her to me, her cheeks fitting so perfectly in my palms.

  “Chloe, I couldn’t bear it if you got hurt under my watch.”

  Her eyes are glassy, filled with tears. “I didn’t expect to get so emotional with you, Noah.” She bites her bottom lip in that adorable way of hers. “But I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you I love this softer side of you.”

  At that I pull my girl even closer, moving her hand to my groin. “You’ll love the harder side of me, too, I promise.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Noah

  After I kiss her perfect mouth, enjoying her vanilla latte-flavored lips, I take her on the hike.

  The whole time we can’t keep our hands from one another, my hands wrap around her waist as she climbs up the path. I love watching her cute little butt move as she takes each step.

  “Are you staring at my ass?” she asks, turning around, her eyes twinkling.

  “Not just staring,” I tell her. “I’m imagining all the things I want to do to it.”

  “I don’t know what it says about me that I can’t even come up with ideas about what you could possibly do to my ass. So, please, Noah, explain.”

  “You’re killing me, Chloe,” I murmur. “If I tell you what I want to do to your ass, will you give me access to it when we have our night together in a few days?”

  “Are you asking for complete access when we have our orgy... or whatever you want to call it?”

  “Orgy, huh?” I shake my head, squeezing her little butt cheeks as I walk beside her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders as we make our way up the top of the path. “I never thought of it as an orgy—do you?”

  “Honestly, neither have I. I mean I know it’s gonna be four guys and me but an orgy doesn’t feel very romantic. And what I feel for each of you... feels sensual. Really real.”

  “Feels really real for me too.” I stop then, pulling her to me, knowing this secluded spot is ours. No one else knows the place. We’re underneath the rainforest. Beautiful trees create a canopy around us.

  The sun breaks through between the branches, filtering light over us. Tropical flowers blossom everywhere, pinks and purples and bright yellows. The sound of a gently crashing waterfall is in the distance. It holds a cascade of water that I’m going to swim in with my girl, Chloe.

  “I feel like there’s a lot to learn about you still. The other guys, they told me a little bit about their past. But you... Why are you the way you are?” she asks as I pull her closer to me.

  “You feel that? How hard I am? I’m that way because I have the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on in my arms right now.”

  She shakes her head. “See, why are you scared to be serious with me. Back in the Jeep, you were being all vulnerable. Do you not want me to know about your life?”

  “My life is pretty boring. Honestly, why do you think I started adventure sports?”

  “I don’t know. I thought it was kind of a thing that your buddies got really into and you guys discovered it’s a good job and you had fun doing it? Is there a deeper reason than that?”

  I know I can’t squirrel my way out of this conversation. But honestly, my truth is different from hers. I don’t want to push her away with my reality.

  “Growing up, my life was so damn boring. I grew up with parents who are nice enough. They pay their taxes and pay the mortgage and mow the lawn. But my parents weren’t like Enzo’s. His parents? Damn, they loved him and they let him know it every moment of his life. My parents? They were just there. I can’t remember my dad ever giving me a hug. Or my mom ever asking how I was really doing. My life was so vanilla.”

  “Vanilla like my latte?”

  “Not that kind of vanilla. Your vanilla is exotic and full of depth. Their vanilla, it was generic vanilla. It was synthetic vanilla. There was no vanilla bean with them. They were wash the car on Saturday and make a roast on Sunday and take off your shoes before you walk inside kind of people.”

  “You know you sound crazy, right?” She looks at me like I’m an idiot.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, Noah, you just described pretty much the ideal life. Okay, so your parents didn’t spoil you rotten. They didn’t dip you in compliments. So, what? Everything you’re saying sounds like the kind of childhood I would have dreamed of. Your parents were around, for starters, and secondly, they wanted you.

  “Sure, maybe they didn’t take you to Disneyland for your tenth birthday, but they did look after you. More than just look after you. I bet they drove you and your siblings to soccer practice and came to your home football games and gave you a card on graduation.”

  I nod my head, my cheeks red, and hating myself. My perception of my parents is bitter—and for no good reason.

  “You must think I’m some kind of a fucking asshole.”

  She smirks, her hands are on my waist, mine around hers. “That’s about right.”

  “Well, now you know my lame-ass truth. Probably always been a greedy motherfucker. I wanted to get out of that house first chance I got, so I did. That’s why I wanted to be a rock climber. Why I wanted to travel the world. I wanted something more than vanilla.”

  “I get it. You were made for adventure, but maybe your regular childhood was a gift. It has empowered you to do crazy things now that you’re a man. Take risks. Leaps of faith.” She shrugs. “Taking a chance on me.”

  “And the exact opposite is true for you?” I ask, looking at her.

  “Yeah, it is. I’ve always been alone, I’ve never had anyone who I could rely on for anything. And forget Thanksgiving dinners and back-to-school clothes. I couldn’t count on anyone showing up my parent-teacher conferences. I could count on my hand the number birthday cards I got over
the years. Because of that, I tend to be really afraid. Afraid of taking chances and taking risks, because if I fall no one is going to be there to catch me.”

  Chloe twists her lips and I encourage her to keep talking. If she’s gotten this far, I need to hear the rest.

  “I think you’re so comfortable taking risks,” she tell me. “You know, making jokes and making passes? Noah, I’d guess that it’s because you’ve never failed. And you know deep down even if you did, it would be okay. Someone would be there to pick you right back up. And sure, maybe your parents are not going to tell you you’re the most amazing kid ever, but if you ever needed to be bailed out, they would show up, and they would make sure you were okay.”

  I swallow hard; no one has ever talked like this to me before. So damn straight.

  “I’m honestly speechless. You’re right. I’ve maybe been too hard on my parents all these years.”

  She raises an eyebrow. “Maybe?”

  This girl wasn’t giving me a break at all, but maybe that’s exactly the kind of woman I need. A woman who pushes me to think beyond my limited ideas of what family is, and what love is, and what relationships are.

  Pushes me in all the right ways.

  “Okay, not maybe,” I concede. “Certainly. Maybe I never gave them the chance either, it’s a two-way street, right? I probably haven’t let them know that I love them, either.”

  “I’m proud of you,” she tells me, putting her hands on both my cheeks and looking at me squarely in the eyes. “I’m proud of you for not pushing this conversation away right now. For not freaking out, and turning it into a joke. I don’t think you’re like any other man I’ve ever met. It’s like you’ve been waiting for me. Waiting for someone who could give it as well as you can dish it out.”

  “Oh baby, I can dish it.” I grin as her hand runs over the outside of my shorts. My cock is so fucking hard. Hard for her. Her words. Her strength.

  I want her, I want her for the woman she is, the woman I can see her becoming.

  I want Chloe.

  “My parents did take me to Disneyland for my tenth birthday,” I admit. “I had to tell you that or it would always weigh on my mind.”

  “You are a jackass,” she says, laughing. And then she presses her hand harder against my shaft. I groan under her touch.

  “So, does this mean you are giving me your ass when we have our not-orgy?” I ask.

  She nods. “On one condition: You have to promise to take me to Disneyland one day.”

  I smile at her sadly, seeing a wounded girl who never got a chance to be a kid. I want to make it up to her in some way, somehow. “I promise.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Noah

  We walk the rest of the trail and by the time we reach the top of the waterfall, our faces are sweaty. Beads of it pool between Chloe’s beautiful breasts, and she pulls off her tank top wiping her brow, leaving her in nothing but a teeny tiny bikini top and a pair of cut-offs.

  “It’s beautiful,” she says breathlessly. I hand her a bottle of water and she takes a long gulp. Then she passes it me and I do the same. I smile, thinking that we both need to stay hydrated for what’s going to come next.

  “So, what now?” she asks.

  I reach behind her and grab a rope I discovered when I came out here before.

  “Hold on and jump.”

  Her eyes widen. “You go first. I want to see how you do it.”

  I nod, dropping my backpack and pulling off my T-shirt, kicking off my shoes and my shorts. Then I grab the rope and swing, letting go at the center of a massive pool of ice cold water. The rope swings back to Chloe and I watch her lean over to catch it. She does. Damn, that girl doesn’t miss a damn beat.

  “I’m nervous.”

  “No time like the present. I need you in this water and I need you now.”

  She needs me too, even from this distance, I see the need in her eyes. She looks down at me, licking her perfect lips. Holding one hand onto the rope, she unbuttons her shorts with the other and lets them fall to the ground. Then in a swift decision, she takes a leap and soars through the sky before crashing into the water like a cannonball.

  When her head emerges, she screams in delight, laughter filling the tropical air. I swim over to her, pulling her to me. Her legs effortlessly wrap around my waist as we tread water.

  Her face is alight, joy filling her completely. I can imagine her on a roller coaster at Disneyland one day, all smiles and happy shock. I want to make her happy for as long as I can.

  Forever.

  “I’m falling for you, Chloe,” I tell her.

  She nods, running her hands through my tousled hair. Her breasts are falling out of her tiny suit, I untie it at the neck and fling it toward the shore. Her string bikini bottoms tie on both hips and I undo those too, throwing them aside. Chloe’s naked body is wrapped around mine, my hard cock pushing through my boxers, begging to fill her up.

  “I want you so badly,” I tell her. She nods, moving her hips against my belly as if wanting to feel my hardness closer to her pussy.

  “I want to taste your come,” she moans. “Like crazy.”

  Our mouths open and our tongues crash together, with her wrapped so tightly around me, I swear I’m seconds from creaming my underwear. This girl is doing wild things to me. Things I’ve never felt before.

  Things I need more of.

  “I need to taste you too,” I tell her. I carry her ashore and see a soft patch of grass. I set her down, taking in her completely bare, gorgeous pussy. It’s trimmed so nicely. Her massive tits bouncing as she walks, her hair’s wet, her skin’s wet, and that pussy of hers—I’m guessing it’s plenty wet too.

  “Oh, God, girl, you look so fucking perfect.”

  She shakes her head in disbelief. I strip to nothing, needing her to take my cock in her hands. In her mouth. I need her to stroke me, to suck me.

  I need more of Chloe.

  “I told you I was gonna leave your ass for later, but I need it now. I need that ass up in my face. Do you understand me, Chloe?”

  She nods, she understands me perfectly. And she is speechless, her nipples so hard, her body so piqued, so ready. She can’t move fast enough. She steps into my arms and I want to devour her body.

  Devour her completely.

  My cock wants her pussy so fucking bad, but I know that’s not fair. It’s not my turn or my time. So, I’m a good boy, and if I can’t press my cock to her pussy, I’m sure as hell planning on putting my mouth there.

  I lie down on my back and tell her to sit on my face.

  “On your face?” she asks as if not understanding. She looks down at me though, wanting to understand.

  “You heard me, baby, sit down on my face, facing my feet. Then lean forward and put your mouth to my cock, you know you want to suck me off.”

  She does as I ask, straddling me backward, and her perfect ass gets right up in my face. That pink, perfect pussy dripping wet, and I grab her waist and pull her down, not letting her out of my hold.

  She moans as I do, as my tongue licks her perfect slit up and down. Up and down. I’m going to lick her until she comes all over me, and then I’m gonna lick her some more.

  She knows what to do, this position leaves little to the imagination, and as I start devouring her sweet vanilla-scented pussy, she starts sucking me off like she was made to lick my cock. As if she’s been waiting for this moment her whole damn life.

  She moves her head up and down, up and down, taking as much of me as possible, and I move faster and faster over her throbbing clit, over her juicy cunt. I lick my girl nice and good. I lick her until she comes, until she squirts on my face, just like I imagined.

  I tongue fuck her until she’s screaming my name, until she’s grabbing hold of my thighs, stops her sucking, and instead, she begins fondling my balls. After all, she can’t speak and suck at the same time.

  “Oh, my God, Noah,” she whimpers. “You are so big and delicious. And I’m coming so
hard.” She pushes my cock back in her mouth just letting it sit there nice and hard in her open throat.

  I keep looking her ass, loving the way I can hold her steady as she sits on me, her ass so curvy, her pussy so sweet.

  She keeps coming, but now she’s gotten a better hold of herself and can move her head up and down again.

  My cock throbs, my veiny thickness filling up her mouth in a way no other cock ever could.

  I’m so close to coming, so close to coming down her throat, and I want her to swallow my seed when I swallow her come. I want us to come together.

  We do. I come so hard, and she sucks down my come like a good little girl.

  And then she’s coming all over again, she’s coming so hard, each orgasm hitting harder, and just when she is about to crash, I push her back over the edge.

  This girl is not just coming. She’s coming apart. At the seams, she’s undone.

  She’s loose, unraveled, and that is fine by me.

  I have no problem putting my girl back together, one orgasm at a time.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chloe

  I fall into a deep sleep when we get back home. The guys are working on final edits of the videos they’ve been creating while in Jamaica and I take the time to curl up in my king-size bed in the guest room and fall asleep.

  I sleep so soundly. More soundly than I can ever remember resting. Maybe it’s because the waves are crashing in the distance, or maybe my body has never had the opportunity to relax like it is right now. Every inch of my skin has been loved on by the guys this week. It’s allowed my heart to open up in ways I didn’t believe was possible.

  I don’t think I ever realized how on edge I’ve been my entire life until I finally let my guard down.

  Now, I can relax because I’m not walking on eggshells, wondering when the next horrible thing is going to put my life into a tailspin.