by Frankie Love
I’m stunned with all this information, with how quickly Ethan moved on my behalf.
“Thank you, thank you so much, Ethan,” I say, wrapping my arms around him, unable to hold myself back. The fact that he made all those calls makes me feel so taken care of.
But it seems that my warm embrace catches him off guard because I feel him stiffen against me.
I step back. “Sorry. I was just... really grateful,” I say.
Ethan seems to soften under my gaze, under my attention. He steps toward me and pulls me back into a hug. “Hey, it’s the least I could do. I hate to see you hurting at all. No one deserves that.”
The way he says it makes me think he may know a thing or two about men treating women wrongly. I squeeze my arms around his neck a little tighter, grateful that he is here right now. Looking out for me. I inhale his scent, and he smells like fresh air and strength. He smells like a man who knows how to take care of a woman.
Before I can think it through, I kiss him. He leans into the kiss, our mouths parting and he smells and tastes like the pineapple from the cobbler we just had, sweet and delicious. His hands hold my back so firmly, his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close. The kiss feels like the start of something.
It’s not until our kiss ends that I remember there are three other men looking at us.
Still, even if my face flushes with embarrassment, I can’t apologize for that kiss. “I couldn’t help it,” I admit.
For a second, I wonder if Mason’s mad that I just kissed his friend, but as I look around the room no one seems angry at all.
They all watch me with a consideration I’ve never seen before. They have a sense of patience and warmth toward me, and I realize it’s more than appealing... It’s the very thing I have always craved.
“Should we go to the living room, maybe relax a little bit?” Noah suggests.
The guys grab drinks and pour me a glass of red wine. Enzo carries the wine to the living room for me, then tells me to sit on the ground between his legs.
I do as he asks and he sits above me on the white leather couch. He begins massaging my shoulders as the guys start talking about what they have going on the next day. No one mentions that a minute ago, in the kitchen, I kissed both Ethan and Mason.
The guys discuss the fact that they need to each do some footage at various places on the island tomorrow and the rest of the week, and I tune them out as Enzo works the tension out of my neck and shoulders. I set my glass of wine down, unable to drink it. Unable to think, as he touches me.
I sigh as his thumbs work the stress away.
The fact that Jordan is down the beach right now is far from my mind as I look lazily about this cozy room. Someone has turned the lights down low, and a fire is on in the gas fireplace. I hear the gentle waves crashing outside on the beach, and the security of these men around me makes me feel as if nothing could ever get through these walls—as if as long as I am within them, nothing bad could happen to me again.
Noah gets up and closes the doors to outside. “I think a rain storm is coming through.”
Mason looks over at me. “Glad you aren’t alone out there, I’d hate to see you caught in the rain.”
The rain starts to fall heavy on the roof. Tropical storms rush in quickly … as quickly as my emotions, it would seem. Just like I didn’t expect a storm tonight, I didn’t expect to feel so safe with men I barely know.
With the rain pounding away outside, I couldn’t be more grateful that these men found me when they did. The red wine warms my belly and I close my eyes, sinking into the thick carpet beneath me.
“Feel better, bellissimo?” Enzo asks, his mouth against my ear, as he leans close to me.
“Much better,” I say turning my head toward his. As I do, I suddenly find myself turning around, kneeling before him, kissing him.
He’s a romantic, giving me a neck massage and red wine and speaking a language of love. He’s a wooer of women, for sure.
And for me, they seem to be having the desired effect.
In this moment, I want to be his lover––which is crazy. He’s a stranger.
But he doesn’t feel like a stranger at all.
He kisses me like a man who knows what a woman needs. His hand cups my face, our kiss passionate and deep. I feel my nipples harden, and my already soaked panties get even wetter.
The rest of the room goes silent. So quiet you could hear a pin drop.
But I don’t feel awkward or ashamed, I feel like what I was wishing for on the beach has come true.
And I didn’t just get three wishes from a genie’s lamp.
Looks like I got four.
Chapter 5
But even if this was my wish fulfilled, I’m still so inexperienced. I don’t exactly know what to do with all of this.
All of them.
Still, I find myself crawling up onto the couch beside Enzo, with Noah next to me, and so I do my best to trust my instincts. One thing is for certain, the energy in the room is hot, there is an intense heat emanating from each of our bodies.
Giving in to what my body urges me to do, I straddle Noah and kiss him, testing to see how he will respond.
I have no interest in leaving anyone out.
“You are stunning, Chloe,” he tells me. “You know that?”
“You’re making me blush,” I say, swatting his rock hard chest.
His hands reach around and grab my ass, and for a player like him, that seems about right.
“Good. I want to get you hot and bothered.” He pulls back my hair, his tongue on my ear, my neck. Tickling me. “Mmmhmm, like that. I want to make you squirm.”
I swallow, at a loss for words. My body craving everything he mentioned.
He gives my butt cheek a little spank, and I giggle, his lips devouring mine.
He holds on to me as he kisses me deeply. I feel so uninhibited in this very moment, but at the same time, I am attracted to each of these men. Having to choose one seems impossible. And for now at least, it doesn’t seem like I have to.
Noah bites my bottom lip playfully and I can imagine him being even more exploratory with all our clothes off. I can picture him rolling around on the ground with me, our naked bodies entwined—sucking and licking one another.
When I pull back, I see that Noah is as hard as Mason had been.
And I feel bad, for getting them so primed, even though I don’t know if I’m ready for more. Not yet.
“What’s wrong?” Noah asks.
I tuck a strand of loose hair behind my ear. “Jordan... He called me a dick tease and I’m kind of wondering if he was right. I mean, I just kissed you guys but that doesn’t mean I’m exactly ready to go... all the way.”
“Tesoro,” Enzo says. “We’re not expecting anything.”
“No, I can see that. You’re not aggressive, rude, or pushy men. I just don’t want to lead you on. I mean, a big part of me--” I look down my body … my nipples taunting them through the sundress. I find myself clenching my pussy, so horny suddenly. Horny for them. “Well, a big part of me wants to do this right now, but it’s also been a long day and I don’t want to do anything I might regret.”
“Shush,” Mason says. “We would never push you into doing something you don’t want to do, something you’re not ready for. Though we’d be lying if we said we haven’t fantasized about this ourselves.” He looks around the room, shrugging. The other guys nod in agreement.
I’m trying to follow. “Fantasized about what?” I ask.
“About a gorgeous woman arriving on our doorstep, needing our protection, and having the pleasure of sharing her.”
“Sharing?” I ask again.
“I know a lot of men want one woman all to themselves, but we have a lot of love to share. The idea of one woman wanting us all.” Noah shakes his head. “We all get hard just thinking about it. The woman would have to be everything.”
Enzo looks over at me, where I’m still straddling Noah. “The woman would
have to be you.”
I look around the room. Noah and Enzo have made it clear how they feel, but I’m not exactly sure where Ethan or Mason stand.
Where I stand.
“It sounds crazy,” Enzo says, “But bella, maybe you came here for a reason. Maybe you came here for us.”
I bite my bottom lip absorbing this. These four guys want to share me after knowing me for what, a couple of hours?
This is bonkers.
Yet I can’t deny the way it makes my body feel.
The way it makes my heart feel.
With them, I’d never be lonely again.
It’s as if my disaster with Jordan tonight jostled me awake, opened my eyes and heart to what I really want. And how I really want it.
“The moment I saw you, Chloe, I felt like there was a reason we met. And the fact that you are all alone, and the fact that we want to share ourselves with you, maybe it is the perfect ending to your terrible vacation.” He smiles at me, and I find myself rolling off Noah, and sinking back to the carpet. Mason comes and sits next to me, and Noah runs his hands through my hair. Enzo takes one of my hands and laces his fingers through it.
I close my eyes, feeling so decadently appreciated. Like I can give these men exactly what they want.
Me.
I look up and see Ethan sitting all alone.
“What are you thinking?” I ask him. “What do you think about this proposal?”
“I think you should sleep on it,” he says stiffly.
Noah and Mason and Enzo shake their heads.
“What?” I ask the other guys. “You don’t want me to sleep on it?”
Mason raises his hands and defense. “No, of course, you shouldn’t you do anything you don’t want to do, but Ethan is always the most...”
“Concerned?” I suggest, filling in the blank.
“Responsible?” Mason adds.
“Prudish?” Enzo finishes.
“Is there a reason for that?” I ask Ethan. “That you’re so worried?”
Noah snorts. “Of course there is. But I think the better adjective for Ethan would be innocent.”
“Really, Noah?” Ethan asks flatly.
“Sorry bro, it’s just––”
“It’s just funny to you that I’m a virgin?” He runs his hand through his hair, then looks right at me. “Look, Chloe, I might be reserved. But I don’t have as much experience as the other guys.”
It warms me to him, and I realize he hasn’t been holding back because he doesn’t like me. Heck, that kiss told me he likes me plenty.
But maybe he’s just as nervous as I am.
“Like I said, you should sleep on it,” Ethan says.
“But what if I already know what I want?” I say, crawling toward where he sits on the couch. Suddenly needing to see him up close and personal. Needing to see his eyes. Wanting him to see my heart.
On my knees, I pull apart Ethan’s knees, my body now between them. I run my hands over his thighs, wanting him to initiative something with me.
“Oh, yeah?” Ethan asks, his voice stilted. “And what do you want Chloe?”
He takes my chin in his hand, lifting it up, looking in my eyes. He isn’t soft or sweet; he’s intense. And he looks at me with a repressed hunger. A carnal need. I whimper under his touch; my back arches, my body awake.
“I want to know what I’m in for,” I say, controlling my words. Knowing that I need more than a kiss goodnight. “Maybe you could show me what we might be working with before I make a commitment.”
Chapter 6
My comment surprises the guys. Apparently, they weren’t expecting me to be so willing.
But the idea of all of this, while a little crazy—a lot unconventional—is also a decadent fantasy few women would ever have the opportunity to indulge.
Noah lets out a laugh. “See, she’s no prude,” he says to his buddies.
I let my eyes leave Ethan’s, and take in the other men, wanting them to see my face when I tell them my truth. “It’s true, I’m not. Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I haven’t fantasized about this moment plenty of times...”
But?” Mason asks. “There’s always a ‘but.’”
“But,” I say, laughing, “the truth is, I’ve never actually seen...” I cover my face laughing too. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with four guys.”
“You’ve never seen a cock?” Mason asks.
I shake my head. “Only on the Internet. And I just think maybe I should see them before I make any decisions.”
This gets Noah laughing again, but Mason takes me seriously and so do Ethan and Enzo.
They each stand, circling me, and I get down on my knees, crawling toward the center of the living room. They each slip off their shorts wordlessly, and I feel my pussy tremble with excitement.
I’m going to see all four of their cocks.
Right now.
I close my eyes, trying to relish this moment for what it is.
With their shorts off, all four of them are in only their briefs or boxers. They pull off their T-shirts and hoodies, revealing gorgeous sets of abs. Gorgeous sets of everything. All four of these men are so model-hot, so drool-worthy, and for a moment I feel insecure.
Then I look up into their eyes, one by one, and I realize I have nothing to be insecure about.
They look at me like they are hungry. Like they want to devour me. Like they want to eat me whole.
It makes me feel powerful and beautiful and willing and wanting.
It makes me feel a million different things I’ve never even imagined before.
Most of all, I feel like I am theirs.
One by one they drop their underwear, step out of it, and just like that, I am encircled by four perfect cocks.
I try to take it all in, moving around to look at them one by one.
They are all so big, and I watch as they begin stroking themselves, watching me as I lick my lips, moaning with excitement.
Mason is thick and powerful, his shaft longer than the others.
Noah is just like I’d guess, playful, with a freckle near the tip, and veering slightly to the left, as if he has other ideas in mind.
Enzo is uncircumcised; the sight of him makes me lick my lips, and my hands itch to run up and down his length.
And Ethan has a pair of balls bigger than the rest.… I can just imagine them in my mouth, licking them.
They are so powerful, the sight of them makes me so hot and bothered, even though I’m hardly wearing anything at all. Just a simple cotton sundress, a pair of panties and a bra.
I remind myself that I want to take this slowly. I want to show them my body, but I don’t feel quite ready to do that yet.
But I also don’t want to be a dick tease.
Especially with these four beautiful cocks right in front of my face.
“Can I touch them?” I ask innocently, not exactly knowing the rules.
“Oh goddamn, bella, you can do whatever you want to them,” Enzo tells me.
I bite my lip again. “Anything?” I ask quietly.
“Anything,” Mason finishes, his hand wrapped around his rigid, rock-hard length.
I begin stroking them, one at a time, running my hands down their velvety cocks, and then I have two in my hands at once, and the other two men are touching themselves as I touch their friends.
All four of them watch as I move my hand up and down their rigid cocks. Part of me wants to press my lips to their stiffies, but the other part of me is still a little hesitant and scared. Once I do this, there is no going back.
Instead of doing something I’m not ready for, I move my hand up and down their cocks, then I lick my palm, hoping to lubricate their shafts as I stroke their hard erections.
“Fuck,” I hear Noah groan as I move my hands over him, fondling his tight balls. “I’m so fucking close,” he tells me.
I hear Enzo groaning as I wrap my hand around him, pulling him closer to me. They all step nea
rer, cocks hitting the back of my head as I revolve around the circle, cocks in my hands, and I want to get them closer still. When they come I want to be close enough to taste their release.
Noah comes first, I didn’t suck him off, but my mouth is so close now, that I can’t help but catch the ribbons of come as he releases. I catch as much as I can, and the warmth is salty on my tongue. My panties soak even more as his creamy goodness slides down my throat.
And then I go to the next cock, and I let Enzo’s come fill me up, then Mason’s, and lastly, I let Ethan come into my mouth. My lips are not touching any of their tips; I want to save that experience for later. But my belly is full of their seed, my mouth full of their ejaculation.
It tastes so good and as I wipe my mouth, I’m already craving more. All four of them groan in pleasure as I finish jerking them off, then I nestle my hands under their balls, massaging them softly.
“Damn, your touch feels so good,” Mason tells me. I smile up at him, feeling so needed, so necessary.
“It feels good to make you so happy,” I tell him, feeling satisfied that I could take care of them. “And you, Ethan?” I ask. “Did you like that?” I kneel before him looking up into his eyes. There are so many cocks around me, still hard from their recent emissions.
“Oh, Chloe,” he tells me, his dark eyes meeting mine, running his hand over my cheek, causing my skin to prickle with pleasure. “It was fucking perfection.”
I smile, licking my lips again, tasting the last of their come. Wanting more of them already. Remembering that Ethan had asked me to sleep on it, since he didn’t want me to have any regrets.
“Thank you for letting me stay here,” I tell them, my eyes suddenly heavy, my stomach satiated, my pussy swollen with desire.
“Of course,” Mason tells me. “You’re our little virgin and now it’s our job to protect you.”
Chapter 7
The next morning I’m in the kitchen making breakfast for the guys, knowing that if I didn’t they’d fucking starve. The storm from the night before has passed and outside the sky is bright blue and morning sunlight streams through the windows.