Hunted by Billionaires Box Set

by Ryan Ramsay

  “My turn,” he says.

  “I’m pulling out now, my love,” I tell her, regretfully.

  But a deal’s a deal.

  She nods and kisses my forehead as I come out.

  God, it’s cold.

  I rest by her side and watch as Chad leans into her, kissing the lips I so desperately want to keep kissing right now, and every day. Richard comes over and kneels before them, watching and stroking his cock along her nipples.

  She straddles Chad and kisses him deeply. Dick sits on the sand, stroking his cock, awaiting his turn. He joins me in celebrating love, showering our union with love and blessing, as I stroke my flaccid cock back into action.

  I was her first, I remind myself, savoring the thought.

  After so many times of falling in last, I was her first.

  Amy bleeds out Chad’s name through an almost hoarse throat, crashing into him in tandem with the waves behinds her, cumming and cumming to the sound of the ocean water rocking back and forth, just as she is, here with us.

  Chapter 15

  Chad

  “Chad?” Amy asks.

  “Yes, my love?”

  “I wish I could make you feel how I feel with you inside me.”

  I let a smile go.

  “I wish that too.”

  “Ah. You make me want to scream.”

  “Then scream.”

  “Oh,” she moans, her cunt sliding up and down my pole. “You make me feel… you make me feel like so amazing.”

  Her breasts fall onto my face with each rise and fall. I have my tongue out, wetting my lips, tasting the areolas she puts out before me. Amy’s cunt slides gracefully on my cock. My hands snare her ass. Her nails snare my neck. Her lips find mine in eternal conflict and we kiss.

  Her hair is no longer a ponytail. I taste a lock or two and pet her cheek with it in my mouth. The thrill of her slit opening up to my shaft intoxicates my soul. Every breath and movement from her cupped ass stunts my manhood and grows it back again.

  She throws her arms tighter around my neck and pulls me deeper into her chest. My mouth meets with hers once more. I open my eyes to see her close hers, and she begins to convulse with charges of passionate release.

  “Oh –Ohhh, ahhh Chad! I’m…ah!”

  “Cum for me, my love. Cum on my cock.”

  I press my mouth over hers while she groans and arches her back to an intense orgasm. She cramps. She stifles.

  Then she stops sliding up and down. Her eyes meet mine. She gets off my still throbbing cock and stealthily kneels down on her knees. I watch her fingers grip onto my thighs, and her free hand just right at the base of my cock. She squeezes.

  “Ah,” I moan.

  She slides the silky flesh up and down, watching my every reaction. Her hand on my cock causes a charge, electric, spicy and delicious to course through me. I lay still, taking the smell of her essence in.

  Outside it is so dark, and I wet my dry mouth with my tongue while I watch her. She has become so skillful at giving me head in the short timespan since I’ve known her. She spits on my cock and swirls round it.

  “God, yes.”

  “You like my breasts, baby?” she asks. “You like my dry tits spanking your dirty cock?”

  “Yes, Amy.”

  She swoops down and swallows my cock whole, chokes at the far tip, and comes back up again. My chest burns acid hot at the sight of her.

  My neck must be bleeding about now, given how deep her nails have torn into me. The pain stings and I love it.

  The air rushing between us is hot. I can barely argue whether we are outside or in a furnace burning coal for the winter. My tongue finds hers.

  “I need to be inside you,” I tell her. “Let me fuck that wet, hot pussy of yours.”

  “Please, yes,” she responds.

  Our fluids join and merge to form a sloppy sound of mush and cream and joy and pain and pleasure and God, my arms feel good. She bites my chin as she rides hard, calling out my name with each pop of an orgasm. The small ones count too.

  And then, the heat adds up. The orgasm I have been trying so hard to keep at bay rushes through my balls. I can never hold back when I’m with her. I feel powerless and under her control, which isn’t like me at all.

  She feels it. Her mounds slap and cheer at the pulsing cock that’s deep within her. They slip and slide.

  I grab the sand beneath my thighs. I look up to the moon and holler, crying out in quiet submission to the thick wad of cum jutting out of me and shooting into Amy’s pussy. She makes me more of a man than I ever was. I see red behind my eyes. I see blackness before me, a sea of want and lust that never fails. My cock is still rock hard.

  She smiles at this and reaches to touch it as I slide out of her. Richard’s cock is in his hands. I hear the wet sucking sounds of fingers and meat sliding over the other.

  I know he wants her next. He loves to watch her cum and gets so turned on by it that he can’t help but touch himself. But he’s no doubt been waiting to cum, until he’s inside her.

  Amy smiles and licks her lips. I am drawn to her, and we kiss.

  “That was hot,” she says to me as she slides up above my body to Richard’s waiting arms.

  I lie down next to Matt and watch as Richard wastes no time in getting down to business. Sloppy thirds may not be his liking, but he sure shows nothing against it. He gets her on her knees, back arched, and slides his erection between her thighs from the back and into her asshole.

  “Dick,” she moans hoarsely.

  He cups her ass with his pelvis and hugs her breasts tight. He needs no introduction as he fucks her from behind, hitting her g-spot over and over. I can see him crane his neck to her side and turn her lips to him.

  He kisses her. Their lips leave each other with a pleasurable sound. His hands grab ahold of her round ass cheeks. Richard spanks her a little. Then he plunges in and out, screaming her name to the endless ocean.

  Amy has no more sound escaping her lips, and yet she holds his buttocks longer, lets him straddle her ass deeper and fuck her mouth with his tongue more. Richard keeps quiet. Amy likes it this way.

  My manhood fills back up, ready for more. Just in time too. Richard cums inside of her. Amy just kneels there, watching the horizon, trembling. From where I lie, I see her cunt drip our fluids. The juice almost glistens in the light.

  She is spent. I rise and walk to both of them. Matt follows. We use our clothes to cover her up, and partly ourselves. She speaks of nothing. Only silence as she slowly drifts off.

  Her head rests on Matt’s chest. Her torso on Richard’s. Her fingers twirl in mine, holding tight.

  We are all three entwined, just as I know we should be.

  I am compelled to rise and grab her from my friends, but it will go against everything we agreed to. Amy is ours now. Ours. And in our arms she will find shelter, comfort, and a home.

  Chapter 16

  Amy

  It’s been two weeks since I returned back home from my date. I needed to rest from all the soreness, and what better way to do that than to sip cold soda with your sister at the back of a food truck selling tamales and an assortment of fried foods?

  Christy turns to me and smiles, her skin glowing after her trip with one of her boyfriends to Fiji.

  “So that’s what really happened to Mom and Dad?” she asks, after I’ve finally finished telling her the story.

  “Yeah.”

  “Damn. And Grandma told you all of it?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “And here I thought we were the degenerates.”

  “I know, right?”

  We sit in silence, sipping black bubbles and biting Mexican food under a hot sun. Artistic graffiti litters the walls around us. Teenagers roller skate and skateboard and do whatever the hell those two kids are doing with the hoop, glass and rope between them.

  The smell of wet dogs and cheap wine flutters through the air in short bursts. The table we sit on is wooden and boarded up with m
etal for reinforcement. I think a huge thing, or man, fell on it during some kind of altercation, or competition. These days, who can tell the difference?

  “So, what do you say?” I ask her.

  Christy turns to me and considers my question. Sunglasses do her pear-shaped face justice. She’s so beautiful and I’m, just, well, me.

  “I don’t know, sis. She might get really upset. Can’t we just send a letter or something?”

  I almost chuckle.

  “That’s just your MO, huh?” I ask her. “Come on, what’s the worst that could happen? Disowning you of the family name? You don’t even plan to keep using it. Chris. Jesus, what name did you pick by the way, for when you get married?”

  Christy and her men are planning their wedding. The horror of hyphenating three other names at the end of mine some day knots me up.

  “We settled for a different one. Flores.”

  “Flores? Why Flores?”

  “I just liked it. Like flowers. They’re pretty and delicate and need tending. Just like me.” She laughs, and so do I. “Plus, we agreed that having their names would imply they own me, which they don’t. So from now on, call me Christy Flores.”

  Huh. That’ll take a minute to marinate.

  “Fine. Let’s go,” she says.

  “Yeah?”

  The hope in my voice is unmistakable.

  “Better get it over with before she croaks out on us and curses the family home. No offense,” she adds at my hasty attempt to complain.

  A mixed feeling of excitement and dread rises in my stomach.

  We’re doing this, one way or another, I tell myself. And that’s what counts. It’s the least we can do for the woman who raised us.

  ***

  The door faces us, as if challenging us to really do this. I take the plunge and knock on it.

  A few wind catchers hung up on the front porch idly jingle and clink to the wind. The lawn is neatly maintained, and the wooden basement repainted.

  The neighbors are non-existent by now, owing to the fact that it’s Sunday evening: barbeque time. After all that’s happened, I know she’s here.

  I knock three more times. A shadow under the screen door appears. She openly smiles, her face lined with more cracks than were there when I left. She is in a white dress, black flats and smells of cinnamon. I well up: she’s not smoking anymore.

  She opens the door and reveals tears that fall easily. Grandma turns from Christy to me. We fall onto her, hugging and crying our hearts out at the reunion.

  I now realize how much I missed her. We’ve never been apart before, not since she came to live with us and raise us. She squeezes our backs and we let up.

  “Oh, you girls. I never thought I’d see you again.”

  She looks up, as if giving thanks for a silent prayer that’s been fulfilled. Seconds later, she looks back at us, proudly smiles, and smacks her hands together.

  “Why don’t you join me for supper?”

  ***

  A mountain of beef casserole and a ton of butter pecan pie later, Christy opens up.

  “Grandma, I’m gonna have to ask for the chance to talk, okay? Please, let me finish before you say anything. Will this be okay?”

  Grandma leans back, straightens the lines on her fingers and straightens her back.

  “Go on, child. I’m here.”

  “I left you. I left you and Amy to go find pleasure out there.”

  She points through the blackening windows.

  “I know I was wrong to do so, and for that, I am really sorry, Grandma. I was unfair to you, and I was unfair to your house. You raised us. I should have been better. I should have done better.” She pauses to catch her breath. “But Grandma, I found something good out there. I found love. I found it in the oddest of places Grandma. I found it in people.”

  Chris goes into her pocket and fishes out a large, sparkling diamond ring.

  “I’m engaged, Grandma. To three amazing men who are going to be my husbands. Now I know how this sounds.”

  Grandma’s face has not changed one bit as Amy has been talking.

  “I know this sounds crazy and irrational. I know you wanna say this is immoral, and that I’m young and not thinking right. But is there anything to really think about? Is love really for one man and one woman, and that is where it ends? Can’t a man love another man, a woman another woman? Can a woman not love many women and a man love many men? Look at Mom and Dad, Grandma.”

  She pauses, and I know she is almost waiting for the fork in Grandma’s reach to be in her flesh out of anger. Grandma doesn’t flinch, though. It’s hard to get a read on what she’s thinking. I clench my thighs and hold my breath.

  “They had an amazing marriage. Sure, they neglected their kids from time to time to binge in on their activities, but they loved each other. And you were there. You have been, all this time. This is why I asked Amy to tell me the truth. The truth about our parents,” Christy pauses. “And she did. She told me everything.”

  Grandma breathes and exhales loudly. There’s another pause. Then finally Chris goes on.

  “I know you disapprove of what our parents became. But part of that came from you, so it can’t be all bad, right? And Amy and I both came from them. So, definitely not all bad. Right?”

  Easy, Christy. The woman has a knife on her plate, for Christ’s sake. In my peripheral vision, I can see Grandma’s jaw clench at me.

  Jesus. Was this a good idea?

  “Grandma, I’m sorry I left you,” Chris continues, in a voice that sounds pleading. “I’m sorry I pulled Amy away from home. But we’re here now. We love you, and we want to make things right. I know you might not agree with all our choices, but we want to have you in our lives instead of running away.”

  I relax steadily at Christy’s final speech. She did a good job, I’ll give her that. Nd now to wait for Grandma’s reaction.

  Grandma heaves and leans back in her chair. I now notice there is no clock in the house: the lack of a tick or tock is eerie, unsettling. Then the most unexpected happens. Grandma breaks into a smile.

  “I won’t like that I disapprove of what your parents did. I have no apologies for that. Your father, rest his soul, was so depraved that he died in depravity. The day I got the call that he and your mother had died from a sex-related incident, I knew their sins had caught up with them.” She sighs. “But I miss them. I loved them, despite my disapproval. And you girls turned out to be the best thing that has ever happened in my life. Then I got your letter.”

  Both of us had breathed a sigh of relief, but now we tensed up again.

  “I cried that night, and the following weeks that came after. Amy tried to take care of me. But I was a mess and wouldn’t let her. I was having none of it. I know how much that hurt her.”

  She reaches out and takes my hand in hers.

  “Bless you. But then you also left. You went to find your calling. I have a feeling you found it.” I momentarily look away from her gaze. Even though this was my idea, I’m not brave enough to spill all my guts at once like Christy just did. “You are back. You had dinner. That’s all an old woman like me wants to know. The rest is just semantics and old school living.”

  It seems as if it turned out quite well, then.

  “Christy darling,” she says to my sobbing sister, “I forgive you. Amy, my child, I forgive you too. Now can we finally get on with life and enjoy our company?”

  Christy almost pries herself off her chair and runs to Grandma, hugging her at her feet, weeping uncontrollably. I join her.

  “There, there children. We’re alright. We’re alright.”

  Three minutes in, Chris rises and wipes her face with a napkin. She looks lighter.

  “Grandma, there’s more news.”

  She looks up, almost surprised at the suggestion. I bite my lips and hope she loves what we have for her. Gently I stand and take my seat.

  “Go on, Christy. What is it?”

  “My boyfriends want to see you.
They’re parked three houses down.”

  ***

  I have never seen Grandma this happy. Never. And I doubt her face has seen that much laughter in years. Ron, Damian and Logan have her in a tight circle, singing old drinking songs and giving her a kiss on the cheek every time she stumbles.

  Christy sings the loudest, turning her eyes at me in gratitude for the push to come home. She is happy. She is ecstatic.

  Grandma accepted her official wedding invitation, when they plan it. It’s gonna be big. It’ll be the news of the century. I can almost see the headlines. World’s Top 1% Choose Polyandry for the Future. I’m sure the daily tabloids can come up with something much better. Catchy titles being their whole job, after all.

  I see her laugh and cry. I see them sing and dance and play. I see that, and wonder if the same fate will grace my own life, with my own three men.

  Boy do I hope so.

  Chapter 17

  Matt

  “Just pull on it lightly. There we go. We don’t want to hurt her, do we?”

  Amy follows instruction and tightly pulls the reigns. Annabelle heaves and slows to a gentle stop. Amy retracts her hold, softly leaning down, grinding her smooth ass into my crotch, and whispers something to the horse.

  A neigh is what she gets back. I hold her supple waist and reach through the thick denim, grasping at fleeting moments of moisturized skin. She rises and sharply turns back at me, smiling cheekily.

  “We agreed, Matt—”

  “I know. I know. Now can we get going? I really need to get us there before the sun is all the way up.”

  “I think we’re already there,” she says, looking up. “You said in the clues that the venue would be somewhere near here?”

  Following her gaze, I see but I do not tell. The light just touches the treetops in quiet harmony, seeping through the dust-filled horizon. Horses on grass and cattle on grinded earth sweep across the land in tamed custom, searching for pools of water, finding peace in my home.