Our Love Story: An MMFMM Romance

by Love, Frankie

  “No way,” Noah says, grabbing my hand and directing us on a path headed right.” I’ve been here plenty of times. And no trip to Disney can start without Small World.”

  I giggle, liking this assertive side of Noah. He’s usually so playful and easy-going, but right now he seems to know exactly what he wants.

  “Whatever you say, boss, and so I say.” I’m just along for the ride.

  Enzo smirks. “I came for that private hour on Tom Sawyer Island with my bellissima.”

  The other guys nod in agreement. “We have that reserved for us tonight,” Noah tells me.

  My nipples harden at the idea.

  Since Mason has been given the go-ahead for sex from his doctor, we haven’t exactly practiced any restraint. And why would we? There are plenty of difficult components that come with a group relationship, but there are also plenty of positives.

  Like having an orgasm anytime I wish.

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  Small World. Pirates of the Caribbean. A Haunted Mansion. The day is half gone, and I’ve been dragged all around this park. Every wait in line has been worth it, though. This really is a magical place.

  “Dole Whips?” I ask as Mason hands me a cup of pineapple ice cream.

  “Yes, for the Tiki room.” Mason gives me a kiss on the lips and then the nose. “It’s a Disney prerequisite, and I want you to sit next to me.”

  “The Tiki what?”

  The guys don’t say any more. They just drag me inside a thatched hut. We sit on wooden benches, holding our ice cream, and enjoying the break from the California sun. Mason’s hand is on my thigh, and it moves up ever so slowly as the room darkens and the show begins. I get all tingly when I am next to him, and I nestle closer to him, appreciating his touch.

  We spend the next twenty minutes being entertained by singing birds, and at the end of the show, Ethan and Enzo are groaning.

  But Mason is surprisingly smiling. Well, it might have to do with the fact my jean shorts are extra short and his hand traveled further north the darker the room became.

  “Okay, I’ll hand it to you, Noah,” Mason says. “You’ve made some pretty damn good choices without an itinerary today.”

  “Wow, a compliment?” Noah punches Mason in the shoulder. “Well we’re headed to Space Mountain next, and I guarantee that’s going to be your favorite.”

  He’s right, of course. After we board the roller coaster and sail through a pitch-dark sky, twinkling stars surrounding us, moving at intergalactic speeds, we’re all a little stunned.

  “That was insane,” I say, putting my arms around Ethan as we stand amid crowds of people. The rest of the guys are in the gift shop looking at lightsabers and tee shirts.

  “What do you think of this place?” I look up at him.

  Ethan’s eyes meet mine. They are usually so dark, but right now they are bright. “I’d say it was worth the wait.”

  “It’s good to come here, isn’t it?” I say. “It’s kinda like we’re getting a chance to close the circle on our rough childhoods.”

  “I get what you mean. I wish you never had to have gone through all that, though, Chloe,” Ethan says.

  “Ditto,” I say, kissing him on the cheek.

  The guys join us and we stop for churros from a vendor and then head to Main Street. We eat them while a parade passes through, and tons of kids are squealing around us, strollers are parked every which way, and parents are taking photos on their phones left and right.

  “It’s hard to imagine what it would be like to be a kid and come here,” I say. “As an adult, it’s sensory overload.” Just then a parade float with Disney Princesses drives by, confetti filling the air and a big brass band marching beside it.

  “It would be awesome to come here with our kids someday,” Mason says.

  His words send a jolt through the group, and I take a bite of my cinnamon treat to avoid eye contact.

  We’ve talked about our life together, how we want to present ourselves to the real world, but we’ve tiptoed around the conversation about kids.

  Personally, I don’t even know how I feel about being a parent, let alone raising a child in this sort of relationship.

  “Sorry, did that totally kill the vibe?” Mason asks laughing. I appreciate his easy-going personality, though, because it helps break up what could be a heated conversation.

  Enzo pipes in, “I get what you mean, Mason. I’d love to come here again with a daughter totally obsessed with princesses. It would be pretty cute.”

  Enzo’s words make me melt. He is always the most thoughtful and tender of the group, and so his sentiments don’t surprise me.

  “Damn, Enzo, you’re gonna make our girl cry again,” Noah laughs.

  He’s right, and Ethan hands me a napkin so I can wipe my eyes.

  “Thanks,” I tell him, and he nods tightly, before looking back at the parade. I twist my lips, watching him, realizing he didn’t make any comments about children, or about our kids.

  “Hey,” I say, wanting to change the topic. “Why don’t we go on Splash Mountain before we go to the island? Everyone says that roller coaster is amazing.”

  “You sure?” Noah asks. “Because you’re gonna get soaking wet on that ride.”

  Taking my chance to flirt, I raise an eyebrow. Leaning in for a whisper I say, “Oh well, I plan on getting wet more than once tonight.”

  The guys shake their heads, not wanting me to say any more, lest they get harder than respectable. This is a family park, after all.

  “Come on,” I tell them, snapping my fingers, the thought of their hardening cocks more than enough for me to want to get a move on. “I’m ready to get drenched.”

  Chapter 42

  NOAH

  This day at Disney was my idea, and as I watch Chloe exit the car for Splash Mountain, I can’t help but grin. Seeing her here, with a smile on her face, her eyes aglow, and her shoulders light, I know this day was exactly what the doctor ordered.

  The last two months have been a fucking mess, citing frustration and pent-up anger after Mason’s near-death accident in Tahiti-- it was a recipe for disaster. But somehow, we made it through, stronger than ever.

  I don’t know what the next chapter of our story is going to bring. We’re headed to Oahu tomorrow, starting out on our own without the backing of Black Bull and their sponsorship. It’s just us now, and our company is going to be as strong as we let it be. It will go as far as we want to take it. With Chloe, as both our bookkeeper and manager, and us doing our best to shoot unique footage and upload the videos on a weekly basis, the sky’s the motherfucking limit.

  But that’s for tomorrow. What’s going to come right now? As I see Chloe and her pale pink tank top, soaking wet and sticking to her perfect tits, all I can think about is getting her on a raft, then onto the island, and have my way with her in the tree fort.

  I can’t believe I actually pulled off renting Tom Sawyer’s Island. And sure, it cost a pretty penny, but it’s a memory we will have for the rest of our goddamn lives.

  “You ready, baby?” I ask Chloe, taking her hand and heading toward the walkway that leads to the entrance of Tom Sawyer’s Island. The Disney employee manning it asks to see our passes, and I show him our identification.

  “You were shown how to operate the raft, correct?”

  I nod, having had to come out the other day to be taught how to properly run the motorized raft across thirty feet of water.

  The five of us make our way onto the raft and head over to the island that’s been cleared of other guests. No one is here except for us, and we are all a little amped up to be here together. The sun has set in the distance and most guests are headed toward the Sleeping Beauty castle to watch the fireworks show.

  But I figure we’ll have our own firework show right here.

  We move through small tunnels and caves for several minutes, and at one point, I am right behind Chloe, unbeknownst to her. I move right behind her, tickling her sides and causing her to shriek with
laughter.

  “Noah, you terrified me,” she laughs.

  From behind, I pin her to the wall, my cock grinding against her ass. In her ear, I tell her how fucking sexy she looks in her wet tank top with her tits on display.

  “You like it when my nipples get hard?” she taunts, her words slick with desire as I press my hands to her breasts, squeezing them gently, her sheer bra doing nothing but tempt me.

  “I fucking love it when your tits get horny.”

  “Show me how much you love it,” she moans, her back arching, her ass moving harder against my groin.

  “You feel that, baby?” I ask, and I know she does because she moves harder against me as I pluck her hard nipples just like she wants.

  “I need more,” she whispers. “Now,” she begs. I unbutton her shorts and they fall to her ankles. I pull down my own, and my throbbing cock is so ready. I slap her round ass, then press my hand between her thighs, feeling how wet she is. “Fuck me here, against the wall,” she asks and I do as my girl says.

  I run my cock over her ass, then bend her at the waist, using her wet pussy as a lubricant to slide inside her.

  “Ohh,” she sighs as I thrust into her, hard, just like she asked.

  I move against her, holding her tits in place as I rock into her, her ass so fucking hot to look as I pound my girl.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she cries as I fuck her in the dark from behind. She loves it hard and fast, and she loves it when her body is filled so completely. “Oh, Noah, I’m coming so hard.”

  And I am too, Chloe gives me everything when we fuck, her heart and her soul, and I want to give her the fucking world. I love her so damn much.

  I kiss the base of her neck, stilling against her as we catch our breath. She is so damn beautiful to hold.

  As I finish, Enzo and Ethan find us. I pull from Chloe and step away, both of us pulling on our clothes.

  “I’m so happy you are having a good day, Bella,” Enzo says, pulling Chloe toward him. She kisses him softly, and I love that we can all offer Chloe fulfillment of her different needs. Together we can give her the world.

  “I know what can make it even better,” she tells him. Without another word, she slips through the cave, out of our sight. Enzo shakes his head, and the three of us run to catch up to her.

  Chapter 43

  CHLOE

  I climb a ladder and reach the top of a lookout. Mason is already there and I run into his outstretched arms. It’s like he was waiting for me. As his arms wrap around me and he looks into my eyes, I know that he was.

  “There you are,” he tells me before kissing my lips. I get lost in the kiss, in him. Our lips part and our tongues collide. He tastes sugary sweet, that churro from earlier lingering, and I close my eyes as his hands hold my face. This moment is ours.

  “Mason,” I whisper, needing more of him. My hands are already on the buttons of his shorts, wanting them pushed down, needing to feel his big cock in my hand. My pussy is awake from my time with Noah, greedy for more. I’m no longer the virgin I was when I met my men; now I am their woman.

  My body knows where it belongs.

  He groans as I reach for him, pushing my hand into his boxers. “You like that?” I ask, knowing he does. His hands are on my hips, his mouth still devouring mine.

  “I love it when you touch me,” he groans in my mouth. I smile through the kiss, before dropping to my knees. Pulling down his boxers, I take what is mine.

  Mason is so thick and delicious, and I love pleasing him this way. I lick his length, my tongue gliding up and down his shaft, feeling him grow harder as I take him against me. Then I pull his tip in my mouth, teasing him with circles before taking him more fully.

  “You make me crazy, Chloe.” His hands are in my hair, and I take more of him as he touches me so gently. It turns me on, being in this position with him.

  Soon, I hear the other guys climbing the ladder and finding us. Enzo loves watching me like this, my mouth full of cock, and I know it is him when he comes behind me, on his knees. He unsnaps my shorts and eases them off, over my knees, my panties too. Then he blows hot air in my ear, the whole time I’m sucking Mason off.

  Enzo opens my knees, and within seconds he is on the ground, his mouth between my thighs, licking my pussy. I try to concentrate on the hard cock in my mouth, but as Enzo begins to lick my clit, it’s harder to focus. He slows down, licking my clit gently instead of tongue-fucking me into oblivion.

  Enzo must know what I need and this way I can keep sucking Mason. I know he’s close, and when he presses my head deep against his shaft, I deep throat him, feeling his thick come fill my mouth. “Oh fuck, baby,” he groans as I swallow his seed. “You’re so good to me.”

  I close my eyes, my pussy getting all riled up as Enzo starts moving his tongue harder against me. “No. You are all so good to me.”

  Mason pulls his thick cock from my mouth, and all I can think about is how badly I need Ethan against me too.

  As if reading my mind, Ethan moves to where Mason had stood, and while my pussy is worked over by Enzo, I take all of Ethan’s thick cock in my mouth. I run my hands over his balls, loving the way they feel in my hand, and when I put his big cock in my mouth, I look up at him and see him staring back at me. “I fucking love you, Chloe,” he tells me.

  I close my eyes, sucking him while my pussy is ravaged by Enzo. Enzo’s tongue grinds against my pussy, but then I can tell he needs more.

  “Come in me,” I tell him. My pussy is demanding and his cock is so hungry. We shift slightly, and I sink against Enzo’s cock. Ethan moves closer so I can continue to suck him off. My throat is ready for his come. I move my mouth faster so I can feel his hardness deep in my throat.

  “Oh, fuck,” Ethan groans, as his throbbing dick explodes in my mouth. I swallow, wanting his milky come to slide down my parched throat.

  Enzo’s cock fills me up and I ride him, tits bouncing, as I finish Ethan. He takes his emptied cock from my mouth, and I wipe my lips, savoring his salty come. Noah, Mason, and Ethan watch as I grind my pussy against Enzo’s cock. They love watching me get off, and right now, seeing they are so entranced by my naked body, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

  Forget the princesses at this theme park. I feel like I’m the one wearing a tiara.

  “I’m so close,” I moan as Enzo runs his hands over my back. I feel bad that he’s on the floor of this lookout, but when I look into his eyes I see nothing but pleasure. “You like that?” I ask, leaning closer to his face so he can suck my tits the way he loves to do.

  “Oh, Bella,” he growls as the walls of my pussy tighten. An orgasm rolls over me and I whimper, the power of my climaxes hitting hard.

  “Fuck, Enzo. Fuck me,” I cry as he unloads himself in my cunt.

  “Oh, love.” We get off together and as we come, thunder rolls across the sky. I look up, and a magnificent fireworks display covers the sky in pink and blue.

  The view is spectacular and my men circle around me. I roll off Enzo, and we watch the show in all its glory.

  This day has been so perfect, so utterly magical, that I can’t imagine a happier moment in all my life. This, right here, is everything a girl could want. And I make a wish as the fireworks elicit oh’s and ah’s from everyone at this park.

  My wish is simple: That I would always be this close with my men. That, through thick and thin, we can stay together.

  I make my wish, my men surrounding me, holding me, touching me, cradling me.

  The night sky is filled with bursts of color and my heart –– it’s bursting with love.

  Chapter 44

  ENZO

  After a long day at Disney, it’s no surprise that on our plane ride to Oahu, the five of us are exhausted. This time we aren’t flying on a private jet. Not now that our sponsorship with Black Bull is over. But damn, I wish we were.

  Flying coach is the responsible thing to do. And maybe if it had just been the guys and me, we would have splurged on
something stupid like fancy transportation, but it’s not just us anymore.

  Now we have Chloe to think about.

  And spending our money on nonessentials, just when we are trying to grow our company, would be a stupid ass move. We all know that, in theory. In reality, our sweetheart is squished between Mason and me. She deserves better. Hell, she deserves the goddamn world.

  We should have, at least, splurged for first-class for her, but she resisted that when I suggested it a few weeks ago when she was booking our tickets.

  “First of all, it’s an unnecessary expense,” she said. “And also, Enzo, the last thing I want to do is sit somewhere away from you guys.”

  I remember shaking my head at her, thinking her comfort is more important than anything. But now that she’s nestled in the crook of my arm, I’m glad she’s next to me.

  Especially since takeoff had been so rough on her.

  “I still feel nauseous,” she sighs.

  I immediately wave down a flight attendant. “Can we have some club soda?” I request. The attendant nods and soon she returns with the water.

  “Try to sit up, Chloe,” Mason tells her. “Maybe you’re dehydrated. Yesterday was a really long day.”

  “Maybe. I’ve never got sick on a plane before, though. I’m pretty mortified,” she says. Right after take off she had gotten sick and had to use one of those little white bags in the seat pocket in front of her.

  “Don’t be embarrassed, Bella.”

  She drinks the water, and I can’t help but smile when I look at her. Even when she doesn’t feel well she looks so fucking beautiful.

  “You’ll feel better once your feet are back on solid ground,” Mason tells her, kissing her hand.

  “Let’s watch a movie,” I suggest, handing her an earbud. “You pick.” That perks her up, and Mason gives me a look that says good call. Both of us know Chloe loves to choose.