Our Love Story

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 FifteenChloeI 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.

There’s no fear right now about getting good grades to keep my scholarship. Or about a foster mom changing her mind about having a teenager in the house. There’s no wondering if life is going to turn out okay. Because right now, life has turned out okay.

More than okay.

Somehow, I entered this fantasy. I’ve been given a life I in no way deserve, but somehow have been granted.

Sleep comes easy for the first time in forever. I’m not scared of what might happen next, or when the other shoe will drop or when I will lose the glass slipper in this fairytale.

Now? Now I just get to be happy. The slipper fits and I think I found a lifetime’s worth of Prince Charmings.* * *Hours later, it’s dark outside but I’m awakened from my slumber. I open my eyes to see Ethan standing in the doorway.

“Hey,” I smile, not expecting him. “Stalk much?” I tease, raising up on my elbows as I blink, adjusting my eyes to the darkness.

“No,” he whispers. “I just couldn’t sleep, I was thinking about you. I wanted to make sure you are doing okay.”

“You woke me up to say that?” I scoff, not believing him for a minute.

“You’re right, I just wanted to see you.”

Without even thinking, I pull open the blanket I’m under, and invite him in. He’s fully dressed and so am I, but as he slips into the bed beside me, I pull in a sharp breath. Ethan is here, and he smells like sage and almond oil. He looks like a dark cloud, one that could either unleash a storm or offer a rain shower that might wash away all the pain from my past.

The sky still dark, and it’s like whatever happens next will be a dream. Except, this is real.

Or is it? I’m on my side, turned to face him, and as he faces me, his hand finds my cheek. His warm hand causes a surge of intensity to run from his fingers into my skin. There is something about this man that makes me believe I am not alone. In any of this. Noah told me about Ethan’s past earlier today, how hard it was, how alone he’d been as a boy. How he’s never felt safe either.