Our Love Story

“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 EightChloeWhen 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.