by Frankie Love
“Enzo,” she yells over the engine, her hand so tight against mine, her knuckles are white. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Yes, you can,” I say, leaning in and speaking directly in her ear. I may or may not have slipped in a tongue while I was at it. I can’t help it, she looks so cute in her jumpsuit, the parachute on her back, her eyes bright. “We will be face-to-face the entire time, we will pull the chutes out together. I swear you aren’t alone.”
She licks her lips before reaching out and squeezing her arms around my waist. “But when do we jump?” she screams. It’s so loud in the plane and hard to hear one another. I adjust the MovePro on my helmet and look my girl in the eye.
“We jump now!” I leap from the plane, holding onto Chloe nice and tight.
For a minute, she is stiff as a board in my arms, screaming and terrified as we plummet from the safety of the plane. The speed is uncanny, unexplainable if you’ve never made the jump yourself. One second everything in the world makes sense. Gravity. The meaning of life and death.
And then you are shooting through the sky with nothing to hold onto but yourself, and you are trusting a piece of fabric with your life.
But then you pull the cord, let the parachute go, and watch it catch the air.
Then, all at once, you are soaring.
We are soaring.
And her screams of terror become full-on peals of pleasure. Excitement and adrenaline are written all over her face. She’s still holding me as tightly as ever, but she moves her head to the left, then to the right, as she takes in the magnificent view that you can only achieve from the fall.
She is speechless, and so am I.
The bright blue sky surrounds us, the deep blue ocean, and the white sand beaches are below us, and the lush green forests are on the horizon. It is a beautiful place, all the more beautiful because of the woman in my arms.
I’ve jumped from planes probably a thousand times, but never have I found my breath stolen, my heart racing, and my devotion so completely focused on another person.
Her legs are wrapped around me as we fall from the sky, gliding through the clouds, and I find myself wanting the moment to last forever.
Her face is bright as she takes in this experience, and I love that about her. For a virgin, she sure has given her all to this time in her life. She could be a scared little dove, but instead, she is soaring headlong into what she wants. What she’s giving herself permission to accept.
After we finally make our slow descent, with the camera catching everything, we safely land in a pile on the ground, sharing gales of exhilarated laughter.
“Enzo, thank you, I can’t believe I just did that,” she says. The parachute wraps around us both, the soft grass under us, her little body pressed tightly against mine. “How can I properly thank you for that experience?”
I grin. “Oh, love, there is only one kind of payment I accept.”
Her eyes twinkle, the high from the fall still working its way over my sweet thing. “Yeah? And what’s that?”
And then I kiss her.
Chapter 11
With her lips against mine, I feel the layers of ourselves peeling away. She is nothing short of a goddess. A goddess I want to make my own. And I am doing my part to ensure that she will be ready for all of us guys in a few days.
We each committed to opening ourselves up to her, guiding her closer to us so that when we all come together, she will be more than ready to take what we have to offer.
Which is everything.
She is delicious and her pretty pink mouth opens wide as my tongue finds hers. I devour her like she is the last sweet thing I’ll ever taste.
But I know that’s not true. I will be tasting plenty more delicious things when it comes to Chloe.
She murmurs sweet nothings against me... loving this...wanting this...needing this.
Maybe it’s not sweet nothings at all.
Maybe it is a sweet necessity.
I need more of her; I need to feel her pussy. I need to press my fingers inside her, working her tight little cunt so it will be ready for my massive cock when the time comes.
Mason told us last night that she worked her little pussy over on the beach for him. He said she dripped as she came.
Now it’s time for me to see her pussy for myself.
“I need you, too,” I tell her. Leaning over her so I can unbutton her jumpsuit, then push it off her shoulders, pulling it past her hips and tossing it aside.
“Will someone see us?” she asks. We’re in the middle of the field, which is in the middle of nowhere. Lost on an island, and while I know there’s a Jeep waiting for us about a quarter of a mile away, there’s no one here, no one coming.
I smile because that’s wrong.
I’m planning on two people coming pretty damn soon.
“Right now, it’s just you and me, bella,” I tell her.
She nods in understanding. Or maybe she nods because she doesn’t care. She’s as interested in this moment as I am. And when she reaches her hands up, begging me to peel off my jumpsuit too, I know she needs this moment to speed up.
“Just take it all off,” she tells me. “I want to see your cock again. It’s been two nights since I saw how big you are, and I’ve been dreaming about it, Enzo. And those hands of yours? After you gave me a shoulder massage, all I’ve been thinking about is what else your fingers could do.” She bites her bottom lip like an innocent little virgin.
But I know she’s not so innocent. Fuck, she’s willing to sleep with four men at once. There’s nothing naïve about this baby girl.
Lucky me.
Hell, lucky us.
“My fingers know exactly what to do.” I take off my clothes, then pull down my boxers because if my bambino wants to see my cock, that’s what my bambino is going to get.
“Oh, my God,” she says, her eyes wide. “You’re just so freaking big, Enzo... and long. You’re so...” She shakes her head, looking at me in disbelief.
“So, what?” I prompt, looking down at her. I drop to my knees and begin peeling away her cut-off shorts, her tank top is riding up high on her waist, and her massive tits are barely contained in it. She doesn’t have an extra bra. We should probably take her shopping.
All she has right now are some castoffs we found in the pool house. A few skimpy swimsuits and some ill-fitting clothing.
She said she didn’t mind.
The truth is, I don’t mind either. I like seeing her half-dressed at any given moment. I like the idea of her not wearing any panties. Any bra.
And why should she wear a bra? Her breasts are so fucking huge, so bouncy and perky. Tits that were made for sex. Tits that were made to be seen.
“You look so perfect,” she says, reaching for my chest. “Your arms are so hard; your ass is firm.” She reaches back and grabs it playfully before smacking the bare skin. She laughs, letting a cascade of giggles escape.
Then I put my finger out, scolding her like a naughty girl. “You want to give me a spanking?” I raise an eyebrow. “Because I don’t know if you’re ready for that game, Chloe. If you want to play dirty, I have a feeling it might get dirtier than you’re ready for.”
“And what tells you that I wouldn’t like things filthy myself?” she asks teasingly.
I look at her creamy skin, and I pull her shorts off of her completely and spread her thighs. Her knees drop to the side and I take in the view of her perfect pussy—getting hard as fuck as I look her up and down. Her little clit is throbbing like a bud waiting to burst. Her pink folds are smooth and creamy. She’s wet just looking at me.
“I question how filthy you really are because I look at you and all I see is an angel. Pure and innocent, totally unblemished. You look like you fell from heaven.”
But she shakes her head, licking her lips slowly. Then, reaching for my hand with her own, she presses my fingers against her swollen pussy, hot and ready.
“I didn’t fall from heaven. I fell from t
he airplane, and I fell into your arms. So, tell me, what exactly can you do with your hands?”
I growl at her words. God, this girl wants it. I move my fingers up and down her creamy cunt, her slit slick with desire as I press one finger inside of her, she winces in surprise as I do.
“I thought you like to finger fuck yourself?” I ask.
“Not like that. I always just touch on the outside. I’ve never touched myself inside my pussy.”
I look at her in surprise, honestly shocked by her words. She’s never touched herself completely, never felt inside her walls. I groan thinking about how tight she must be. So untouched and perfect.
When I moved my finger around, I watch her hips move as she’s becoming more relaxed and getting into the way I’m pleasuring her. I press a second finger inside, and when I do, she gasps. I move to find her little G-spot, so tender and wanting.
“Oh, Enzo, oh God.” She’s speechless. My little lover is completely at a loss for words. She’s never been penetrated before, and it makes me feel so fucking good to know I’m getting her off. I’m getting hard as hell just thinking about it.
Her body squirms in pleasure, she’s panting now, and she closes her eyes, clenching her fists in her long hair. She’s becoming undone as I finger fuck her, which only makes me want to get her off more. I pound my fingers into her little hole, getting her ready to come, and damn, does this girl come.
Hell, she’s not coming, she’s squirting all over my hand, her juice reaching my elbow, coating my cock as I kneel between her long legs.
“Oh, God,” she moans, falling apart on the ground.
“It’s okay, baby. Do you like how it feels?”
She nods, and I reach for her hand, lacing my fingers through hers so she knows she’s not alone as she lets go of everything she’s held back her entire life.
I don’t stop moving my fingers because I know my amante has more to give. I keep banging her with my fingers, moving harder and harder against her swollen pussy.
I take my hand away slowly as she finishes all over me, and then I move my forefinger and middle finger over her swollen nub, spreading her pussy lips so I can see her hood. Then I finger her there, moving over her faster and faster, wanting every last juicy bit of her come to coat my hand. She finishes orgasming against me, completely raw and wrecked in the most beautiful way.
“What did you do to me?” she whimpers as if her mind has literally just been exploded.
“I think you just had a proper orgasm.”
“Is that what sex is going to feel like?” she asks, her eyes dreamy with pleasure.
Kneeling before her, my cock aches to enter her slit, but I know I have to wait and honor her and my friends. I’ll wait for her pussy.
But damn it’s hard.
As if knowing what I’m thinking about, she reaches her hand to her pussy to coat herself in her own creamy release and then wraps her hand around my length, and starts pumping my hard cock up and down, up and down.
I’m groaning as she jerks me off, my tip already covered with come, and damn, to be jerked off, coated in her juice is a fucking dream come true.
“Bella, you’re gonna make me come so fast,” I tell her.
But she just looks at me, smiling brightly, the sunshine behind her lightening her face. Everything about this day so damn perfect.
“Good,” she says. “I hope you come fast because that means there will be time for seconds before we have to go home.”
I come, and when I do it shoots over her pussy. She moves my cock, aiming me in that direction as if imagining what it’s going to be like in a few days when I shoot come deep inside her cunt. She must like what she’s picturing because as I coat her pussy in my come she takes my hand and presses it back to her mound, ready for me to get her off again.
Chapter 12
When Enzo walks me back inside the house, my body feels like jelly. Everything about today was perfect. I opened up to Enzo emotionally and physically. And it only makes me more excited about what is in store for all of us.
Maybe the universe is rewarding me after a lifetime of heartbreak, with one really amazing week where I am getting my love bank filled to the brim. I don’t know if even I believe in that sort of thing. And maybe it doesn’t matter.
Maybe right now, all that matters is that I am choosing to live in the moment.
Enzo laces his fingers through mine as we walk inside, and I see Mason, Noah, and Ethan sprawled out on the sectional in the living room playing video games again. It’s cute, seeing them so relaxed, shirts off, low-slung sweats on, and the kicker is when I walk in—they actually drop their controllers.
I know. It’s bonkers to think I have won their undivided attention so quickly, but I have.
“Hey, cutie,” Noah says, reaching for me and pulling me onto his lap, where he sits on the couch. I laugh as he nuzzles his mouth against my neck and ear playfully.
“Did you guys have a good day?” Ethan asks, watching Noah and me. Ethan turns off the television and turns on soft music, and with the windows open and the ocean breeze blowing in, it truly feels as if I’ve received a new lease on life.
A chance at a life I never expected for myself.
“It was wonderful,” I tell them. “I was really nervous, but Enzo held me against him the whole time we were skydiving, and he made me feel so safe.”
I feel Ethan’s eyes on me while I speak, his dark and brooding eyes never leaving mine. When he looks at me, it’s like he really sees me. My nipples harden as he watches me in Noah’s arms. Then his jaw clenches and he excuses himself. I wonder for a moment if I messed up, but then Noah is tickling me and there isn’t much time to think about it.
Mason heads to the kitchen to make dinner and I hear him and Enzo talking. On the car ride home, Enzo asked me if it was okay if he shared with the guys about my childhood, and I told him of course. I like the idea of all of us being on the same page, but rehashing my sad past is exhausting. I don’t really want to think about it right now, to be perfectly honest.
Right now, all I want is to listen to Noah tell me how excited he is to spend tomorrow with me.
“And what will be doing?” I ask.
“I’m a rock climber.”
My eyes widen. “That sounds...”
“Badass? Well, it is.” Noah grins, and I throw a pillow at him.
“You are trouble, you know that, right?”
He just wiggles his eyebrows and pulls me to stand. “Let’s go help with dinner and you can tell us everything you and Enzo did together.”
“Everything?” I twist my lips. “I don’t want to make you jealous.”
“It won’t make me jealous. It will make me horny.”
I go to push him away, his chest is solid though and I can’t move him an inch. Just touching him gets me wet. I should really find some panties.
“Well, I’ll let Enzo decide what he wants to share.”
Awhile later, we sit down to a simple dinner of grilled chicken Caesar salad and crusty French bread. Apparently, the carbs are a treat— out on the deck overlooking the Caribbean Ocean. It is so beautiful, sunlight dancing off the crashing waves and the golden sand promising long walks at sunset.
Enzo pours me a glass of red wine, and even though I know next to nothing about vintages and whatnot, even I can tell this Pinot Noir is expensive.
For a moment, it puts a sour taste in my mouth, remembering Jordan. During the month that we dated he would take me to ultra-posh restaurants all the time as if that was something, I would even care about.
“What’s on your mind?” Mason asks, always thinking of others.
“Nothing. Just thought of Jordan for some reason. Sorry.” I slather the butter I insisted they buy on my bread to avoid their gaze. I hate that I even mentioned his name.
“Speaking of,” Ethan says, clearing his throat. He finally came back after being gone thirty minutes before dinner. “I heard that Jordan is looking for you. Apparently, he is bac
k in L.A., and he ostensibly hired a PI to find you.”
“And you know this, how?” Enzo asks, dropping his fork. We are all listening to Ethan raptly.
“Because I hired a PI myself and just spoke with him.” Ethan shrugs as if this is obvious.
“Why?” I ask. “I don’t care about Jordan. I couldn’t care less where he is.”
Ethan nods. “I can understand that Chloe, but truth is, you can sue Jordan for what he did to you, and ensure he doesn’t do it to anyone else. And it’s in your best interest to make sure we know his whereabouts in case you decide to.”
I shake my head. “It makes sense he’s in L.A. That is where we are both from. And I appreciate you looking into this, Ethan, but I’m not litigious. I don’t want Jordan’s money. I don’t want anything from him.”
Ethan looks angry. “That’s insane. Chloe, you can’t just let people walk all over you. This guy left you stranded without identification or money in a foreign country. It’s unacceptable.”
I reach out for Ethan, wanting to touch his arm, but he flinches at my touch. “He may have treated me horribly, but Ethan, Jordan kicking me out is what led me here. Isn’t that worth it?”
Noah, Mason, and Enzo are quiet, watching us. Finally, Ethan speaks. “Of course, I’m glad you are here, Chloe. But I don’t understand why you don’t want to make a man like him pay. You’re acting insane.”
“Me? Insane? No. I just want to move on.”
“Move on by letting people walk all over you?” Ethan scoffs, and I feel my chest tighten. I don’t want to fight. Especially not with Ethan. Mostly because I don’t get the impression that he gets over things easily. He seems like someone who would make up his mind about something and stick to it forever. It’s what I like about him but also what scares me.
Like what if he decided he didn’t like me? This entire arrangement would end. Not to mention the potential connection we share, might dissolve.