His words sent me over the edge. The fact that dozens of strangers were watching, the fact that Bruce and Marie were watching, fucking right next to me, it all built up into a huge feeling that exploded inside of me, my body spasming and quivering as I screamed Bear’s name at the top of my lungs, my juices flowing out of me just as he said they would. My cries mixed with Marie’s and I shuddered at hot, heavy waves of pleasure washed all my inhibitions away.
Bear’s cock hung heavy between his legs and his eyes stormed as he watched me come until it was too much for him. He wasted no time, crawling back on top of my body and slamming back into me, fucking me hard and fast and furious right from the beginning.
I gasped for air, clenching Marie’s hand hard as I stole another glance at Marie and Bruce.
He was on top of her now, kissing her, her naked breasts pressed up against his chest as he slid into her smoothly. She gasped, throwing her head back. She was so fucking pretty, so free, so open.
Bruce’s body was magnificent, too. I couldn’t help but drink him in, my eyes trailing over the beauty of the two of them as their bodies worked together. Her thighs wrapped around his hips and he sank inside of her, his ass flexing with every thrust.
Bear’s cock swelled inside of me, his hips flying against me, his moans, Marie’s moans, Bruce’s moans, all mingling with mine as our two gods fucked into us with animalistic abandon.
My awareness of the people watching outside the room faded away as I watched Marie get fucked by Bruce so savagely.
I turned my head and caught another glimpse out the window. They were lined up, some of the men holding their cocks in their hands, everyone watching us with intense hunger.
I stared back, mesmerized and in awe that this was really happening to me.
To all of us.
I was so fucking glad I said yes!
I squeezed Marie’s hand again, feeling each of Bruce’s thrusts as he slammed into her. Bear captured my mouth again and I wrapped my legs around him, losing myself in the moment, letting everything else go, throwing away my inhibitions, my shyness, my self-control.
“Fuck me!” I yelled, my voice low and husky with raw emotion. “Harder, Bear! Harder! Please don’t ever stop!”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Marie was chanting, her cries echoing over Bruce’s low moans.
Bear fucked me harder and harder, my pussy flowing over his swollen cock as I came over and over again, one wave of pleasure turning to another, until I was crashing over the edge again completely, my body shuddering and shaking violently. I collapsed beneath him, panting, spent. Like a rag doll, he grabbed my hips and whipped me around, lifting me onto all fours before shoving his swollen, twitching cock back inside of my soaked pussy.
I lifted my head, my eyes landing on Marie’s creamy breasts. Her skin was flushed, her head flailing around as Bruce fucked her hard and fast. I couldn’t help but smile watching my best friend enjoy herself so much. I clasped her hand again as Bear slammed into me from behind. Marie eyes fluttered open and she stared back at me, her green eyes glistening with ecstasy and lust.
“Thank you,” she mouthed, before closing her eyes and throwing back her head again. Her hands reached up and she began pinching her nipples as Bruce fucked her harder. I looked back at him and he was like a machine, pumping into her like his life depended on it.
Bear pounded into me just as hard, his pace quickening until I was crying out, his delicious assault sending me right back over the edge. I cried out and I heard Bear yell at the same time.
“I’m cuming in your dirty little pussy!” he cried. My eyes widened as I felt his cock swell and erupt inside of me, his hot seed searing the walls of my quivering pussy.
“Fuck yeah!” Bruce cried, hammering into Marie hard before freezing, his body overcome by violent shudders that rocked through him as he came. “Fuck! Fuck!” he growled.
Marie’s body spasmed, her nipples tightened and she screamed Bruce’s name and squeezed my hand so hard I thought she’d break my fingers.
I fell back on the table beside her as Bear pulled out of me. The faint sound of applause filled my ears. I looked up at the window and saw everyone clapping for us.
“Oh, fuck,” I said, turning my head.
Marie and I looked at each other and smiled.
“Porches and tea,” she whispered, referring to our old motto.
“Porches and tea,” I whispered back, squeezing her hand.
Chapter 16
ONE WEEK LATER
My attempt to crawl out from under the mountain of fabric, buttons, ribbon, and scissors and sewing needles was a comedy of errors. First, I slipped on edge of the skirt I was trying to sew, falling to the ground and ripping the fabric right out from the sewing machine. Then, I couldn’t figure out where the ringing phone was located.
“Fuck!” I cursed, trying to scramble to my feet. The phone kept ringing and now that everything had fallen into a heap around me, I couldn’t find it to save my life. I dug through the pile, spotting it and grabbing it just in time to answer.
“Beauty!” Bear’s voice roared through the phone, full of life.
“Hi, handsome.”
“I thought I’d check in on you in between meetings.”
“That’s nice of you,” I replied. “Everything is…,” I paused, glancing at my chaotic studio, “going great!”
“Have I told you lately how proud I am of you, Chloe?” his voice was velvet to my ears.
“You tell me everyday,” I smiled, holding the phone close, wishing he was here. He’d gone back to work after the New Year, jumping full swing into meetings and more meetings and well, whatever else he was doing. I wasn’t quite sure. I didn’t understand that world and I couldn’t be more relieved that he had let me bow out of it so graciously.
“Well, it’s true. Opening your own store is a huge endeavor. There’s lots of little details to work out. Things you don’t realize you need until you get there. It can drive a person a little crazy trying to keep everything straight. So, don’t hesitate to ask for help as soon as you need it. If you need help, you just let me know.”
“I know, babe, you tell me that every day, too,” I said, hoping he could detect my smile through the phone.
“I just want you to know you aren’t alone. I know I’m busy but I’m only a phone call away if you need me.”
“I love you,” I said. “I have a lot of work to do before I can even think about looking for a place or hiring help or anything like that.”
“I love you, too. I’ve got to run, my conference call starts in a few minutes. I think I have a guy who wants to run the fishing lodge on our island.”
“That’s wonderful!” I cried, remembering the magical time we’d spent there.
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bsp; “It is! I hope it works out. I’ll keep you posted. Alright, Beauty, I’ll talk to you later tonight.”
“Bye, my love.”
“Chloe,” he paused, lowering his voice, “You should be receiving a delivery in a few minutes at the apartment. Follow the instructions and then text me to let me know you’ve done so.”
“Oh!” I replied. “Okay, sure.”
“Good girl,” he said, his voice a low, private growl, just for me.
The call ended and I stared down at the phone.
Right away, I knew whatever was coming was something sexual. He seemed to know how to create just the right amount of anticipation, as if he knew it would get my juices flowing just imagining what it might be.
He was right.
“Evil bastard,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. He made it hard to concentrate on anything but him. I felt scattered and disorganized, and the chaos in my studio only reinforced that feeling.
I set about making a list of everything I needed to do, just to make myself feel better. The tasks were swimming around in my head, I might as well let them out and write them down. Maybe then I could think clearly.
First, I needed to finish the dress I was working on. At this point, all I had were the dresses I’d made that were a part of my own wardrobe and a few mock-ups of my new designs. While the finished product was close to completion, it wasn’t quite polished yet.
The one thing I did have going for me was my portfolio. I was proud of it. It was filled with beautiful sketches, all of my ideas brought to life on the pages so that I could share them with other people. Soon, each of those sketches would become real dresses, but in the meantime, my portfolio was the one thing reminding me that I had a vision and the skill to pull it all off.
There was only one problem.
I wasn’t sure my creations were ‘New York’ enough. Everyone here was so sophisticated and fancy and serious. My dresses were casual and breezy and not serious at all. Sure, it’s New York and anything goes supposedly, but after being here for a little while, I grew less and less certain everyday that what I was doing fit in to the culture here.