Our Love Story
I move my head faster and faster, sucking his long, thick cock until it’s ready to explode. Then I suction my mouth tightly around him, swallowing his seed as he bucks under me. I swallow his salty come, then pull him from my mouth, wanting his spray to coat my tits. I love being covered in him.
He sucks hard on my clit, and I can’t take it anymore. His come is on my tits, in my mouth, and my clit burns. “Fuck me, Noah, fuck me forever,” I scream.
My orgasm pushes hard against me and he picks me up from the bed, both of us sweaty and on fire, and I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me outside where we both jump into the turquoise water of the South Pacific.Chapter 23ChloeThat day Ethan has a cliff-jumping video planned and Noah decides to get in on the action. I go with, but the whole time I’m a ball of nervous energy. Biting my nails and pacing as I watch them jump from massive 60-foot cliffs. Sure, the vantage point is magnificent—but the waves are fierce and I can’t help imagining something going terribly wrong.
This is a tropical paradise, yet my eyes are squeezed shut most of the day, missing everything. I’m not saying it was bad juju to have me around, but I know they felt bad for stressing me out.
The next day when I climb in a helicopter with Enzo and Mason to watch them skydive, they talk me into jumping too. It’s as exhilarating as it was in Jamaica—the lush green forest is an oasis taking my breath away. My actual, literal breath. I am practically hyperventilating from the fall. But then something goes wrong with a camera, and they have to repeat the jump.
The second time around, I sit it out, having had my share of heights for one day.
The next few days are a blur. The guys spend hours editing their videos and getting them ready to upload on MeTube. I guess they have a lot of footage still from Jamaica they are putting into videos and I hadn’t realized before how much time they devote to the editing of their footage before creating the videos that made them famous.
There isn’t much I can do to contribute besides getting them food and drinks, and offering feedback on the videos when asked. But mostly I feel a little useless. If we were at the house, I could cook or clean for the guys, but there’s a resort staff doing all of that.
The guys must notice that I’m unsettled because they offer to take a day off and spend time at the beach, all five of us.
“Today’s going to be great,” Mason says, kissing my cheek as we find a row of beach chairs on the resort’s beach. Umbrellas shade us, waiters deliver fruity cocktails, and the gentle waves set the tone for a fun day with the guys I love. The guys wear board shorts and I have on a tiny crocheted bikini.
I let them each take their time rubbing sunscreen all over me. One gets my shoulders, another one gets my tummy, a third covers my legs and thighs, and a fourth my tits. Hey, the beach is private, and so we all soak up not only sun but one another. Fingers graze and we flirtatiously pull on what little clothing we wear. It feels so good to take a day off with one another.
Enzo hands me a mojito and lets his hands rest on my shoulders as we watch Noah and Ethan swim out in the water. Mason has grabbed a surfboard and is paddling out toward the bigger waves. “Wanna go in for a dip?” he asks.
“Sure,” I say, setting down my cocktail. “The water looks refreshing.”
I lace my fingers with his as we walk out toward Noah and Enzo. The water is so warm and clear that I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Ethan, Noah, and Enzo are with me and all seems right in the world. We are only missing one piece to our love puzzle. We float on our backs, splash water at one another, and bask in the bliss of the day
Then, a terrible scream slices through the perfect day.
“Fuck, that’s Mason,” Ethan shouts, and the guys start swimming toward the cry.
“Go to shore, Chloe,” Noah tells me and I swim quickly, not knowing what’s going on.
“Fuck,” Enzo yells as they move quickly through the water.
Once on shore, I stand trying to see what’s going on.
And then I see everything. Clear as day.
The guys are carrying Mason, red water rolling around them.
“Get a medic, Chloe,” Ethan screams and I move as quickly as I can toward the lobby shouting for help.
A medic rushes toward the beach with me and a team is radioed in behind them as they see what happened.