by Ryan Ramsay
“That’s not what I hear,” I say, adding, “Or at least, I hear you let your clients break them.”
She tastes of shea butter and watermelon: her tongue especially.
She seems horrified at my remark.
“Who told you that?”
“Does it matter?” I ask.
She’s pulled away but has not left my embrace yet.
Scott’s eye twitches.
Yeah, asshole. She’s mine.
“I want to go all the way with you, Mia. That’s all I want. And I know you want it too.”
“Tell me, Mr. Bucket, how do you know what I want?”
I almost laugh, my icy mint breath lingering and tangling with her chocolaty essence.
“I know when women crave something, Miss Ling. And my dear, this is something you want, and it is also something you will never regret.”
My tongue finds hers in a snap. Her moist, thin lips fall over mine and twist in rapid smacks.
Her fingers tap higher and higher, close to my neck and up my ear. Warm.
I tickle her with my beard intentionally, just to feel her smile upon my lips. I crouch low, hoping to find the floor softly. I do. She leans into me, right there on the padded plushy seats and grinds her pelvis into mine.
It is on.
Chapter 8
Scott
“Now just hang on one second. That’s not fair!”
He’s not stopping.
“Bill, stop it.”
She’s not either.
“For fuck’s sake, will you two quit making out? The game hasn’t even begun yet.”
He lets up.
She exhales loudly, her lips faint pink and flushed.
“Mister… this is—”
I rush in and hold her up from her free side, letting my lips meld with hers before she utters a word of denial. Mia holds out on the kiss. Her lips assure me of sweet pleasure the moment they gel with mine.
I feel her glistening teeth slide across my lower lips. Her breath becomes mine, and in this moment, on the floor, we are one.
I came here for information. Alex told me that she would have critical intelligence on my competition – opposing counsel at another firm – which so far has not been forthcoming.
I should be firm and fucking insist on getting the information I came here to get. And yet, just from seeing her, kissing her, my cock does the thinking for me. I want to see where this goes.
Gently, her eyes open in tandem with mine, and for a glimpse of eternity we look into each other’s souls.
“I want to keep kissing you,” I breathe.
And for the first time, she gives me a genuine smile.
“Anything can be accomplished with the right price in mind.”
“Seven million,” shouts out Bill, who I had forgotten was by her side, apparently still flushed through his facial hair.
“Ten,” I up it.
“Twelve.”
“Fifteen.”
“Seventeen.”
“Twenty-two.”
“Thirty-seven.”
“You know what, why don’t we make it an even hundred mil and cut the crap?”
“Each.”
“I did not stutter, Mister Bucket. Are you in?”
He puts his hand in his pocket, his breast pocket, and pulls out a crisp handkerchief, neatly folded with the initials B.B threaded in. Quite gently, he places it in Mia’s hand. She looks back at him, questions abounding, I’m sure – at least, I myself am full of questions.
He glares at me, and nods.
Bill lunges for her lips and holds her sides together, keeping her distracted. I, on the other hand, slide my knee through the floor and head for her thighs. I kiss each one of her knees before licking them.
They’re cold, which is to be expected. The kimono is wrapped around her like a sheath of some kind. I grab the fabric beneath my fingers and bite into the thread. It rips off easily.
She moans into his mouth.
I take the first opportunity to open her up, to part her thighs to an accommodating width. No time for foreplay: her pink lips are creamy and already opening up.
My lips cake hers, and I drink in the sinful nectar. Her nails find my head and she pulls it.
Finally.
I hold each cheek in the palms of my hand and lift her up by my chest, feeding into Mia like dinner on the bayou. Bill wafts her up like a cool drink, giving her oral pleasure with his tongue.
She’s writhing around, breathing out, “Mmm, oh my God, it feels so good. I love how you’re licking me.”
The sound of her voice and the tone of her ecstasy turn me on every more. I feel my own cock throb slow, the heat rising fast through my beating heart.
The taste lingers heavy upon my lips, and her little nub grows with each stroke of a wet tongue. I feel her quiver and release miniscule orgasms.
I kiss it.
Her body shudders.
Her pussy quivers. I smother the top half of it with rapid thrusts, while nudging her asshole with my bottom lip.
Her nails dig deeper into me, but I welcome the hurt. The flesh needs pain to never forget. And here I am, making sure she never forgets the feeling of two tongues inside her, with mine giving her… yes… here it comes… her first of many orgasms today.
I open my eyes to watch, and my God is it a sight.
Her one hand squeezes the handkerchief tight. Her eyes clamp shut, her lips almost biting Bill’s off. Her body goes stiff, her back arched.
Her thighs surround my face, and her pussy, in all its unshaven glory, pulses on and off with the first wave of orgasm.
“I love to lick your pussy as if it’s a Thanksgiving pie,” I tell her. “I can tell you’re about to cum.”
“Ohhh, yes,” she calls out, as she wiggles and squirms and pants. “Yes. That’s what I wanted. Right there. Yes.”
Oh, and then I see that Adam’s at the door.
He has a look of dejection on him. And I think I see the golden necklace in his hand, too.
“I found the treasure,” he says, clearly confused.
I wish I could have more time with her. I wish I could be the one to make her scream through this night. But he wins. Adam wins.
Besides, I have her sweet taste all over my face.
In my own way, I win.
Chapter 9
Mia
Adam won.
And I already gave up part of the prize.
I thought it was a fluke of the system, that the girls would just let themselves go earlier than they were supposed to, without waiting for a winner, and giving in to all the guys at once, because it was in their DNA to fuck up. I let the fooling around happen before, thinking the girls weak-willed.
Now I hold a hat out for Stephanie, for Amy, for Christy, for Jesse, for all the girls I thought I was better than. I gave in at the first kiss, on the floor, under a bright yellow and red painted dojo, with another man sucking my clit like…God…his mouth, his tongue…
He made my clit feel so good. My nerve endings wouldn’t stop tingling. They’re still feeling amazing and I’m so drenched.
No one had done to me. Ever. And now, all I can think of, all I can say through my drying mouth is:
“Come. Make love to me. Adam first. He won.”
And the first thing he asks is, “Here?”
I almost laugh.
**
The elevator door closes, and they ambush me like rabid dogs. I feel my dress come off, and Adam’s tongue down my throat.
I close my eyes at the instant his tantalizing breath hits me, his arms folding around my body. I am naked as we go up. Bill, or Scott; I don’t know anymore, are on my pussy, eating it out to…oh my fucking God!
I cum.
They don’t stop.
The door dings open, and I feel naked, steamy, well-toned bodies lift me up and caress my breasts, my navel, and my neck. I am wet as the bed comes into view, the fire stoked and ready.
I never thought it woul
d go down like this, but here we are. They lay me down on the bed, and Adam, oh sweet Jesus, Adam, with his delightfully handsome face, gets first chance.
“Do you want to know where I found it, the necklace?” he playfully asks.
I can feel his six-inch cock already lining up with my pussy. I reach down from under my legs and touch it.
“Where?” I whisper.
He touches my ankles and helps them find their home in the grooves of his shoulders. My arms are helpless. I put them to the side, where two big, now hard cocks await.
I touch each tip and feel them oozing pre-cum on my palms. I rub them off before Adam’s blue chanting eyes force me to focus.
“I’ll show you some time.”
Painfully, noisily, I scream at the purposed entrance into my hole. I let go of the cocks in my hand and hang on to Adam’s wide chest for hope, for relief. He smiles. He assures me. He tells me it’s going to be alright.
I listen, no, I watch his lips move. My ears are filled with a form of static noise. My nose burns. My body explodes. I am in pain, and it is just the first thrust.
And then with ease, he pulls out.
Again, he pushes back in.
The pain intensifies, but his time also, it shifts in pace. My clit randomly flutters in acceptance. The pain partners with pleasure. He hits the hilt once more and pulls himself out yet again.
On the third thrust, I scream.
This time, it’s in pleasure.
He gets into rhythm, sliding in and out with no remorse. I let go of his skin and pump the sheets with my nails.
“Adam! Aaaargh!”
“You like this, don’t you, Mia? You like my cock inside you?”
“Yes, Adam.”
Look at me letting myself go and doing whatever I feel like. In front of everyone, no less.
I love it. I love this. It was never how I thought my virginity would go but fuck it – it turned out to be the best way possible.
“You’re so tight,” Adam says, clenching my ass checks as his cock throbs and pulses inside of me.
It feels so good that I know I’m going to cum, and so is he.
“I love to fuck your little virgin pussy,” he says. “It’s so wet and tight.”
My nails claw at his neck as I pant and tell him, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”
Adam clenches his cheeks and moans my name, “Mia,” as he empties into me. He falls like a heap onto me and heaves loudly.
I am no longer a virgin.
And I couldn’t imagine feeling any better than this.
Unless more of my handsome billionaires want to join in more.
**
Over the course of an hour, I let each of them fuck me in one position only. I want anal but feel like the intensity of having my regular virginity taken is enough for right now, and their cocks are much wider and longer than I thought they would be. I’m afraid they will hurt.
Besides, I am too sore to consider getting on my knees. No blowjobs, either. The act itself needs energy, something I am in short supply of right now. I just want to feel each one cum inside me and rest before moving for the next. It is, after all, the first, and not the last time.
Luckily they don’t mind pleasuring me and sharing me and making it all about me. I love it as their mouths are on my nipples, my clit, my ass, while they cocks are filling me up just like I’d dreamt of.
It is morning. The clouds are in some weird shade of color, and the light touches the room’s walls with vibrant colors.
I love it.
I love sleeping here naked with three naked men who barely know me. But I know them. I know them so well it should scare them.
I push myself off the silk pillow and try getting off the bed. It’s a struggle for sure, but fuck was it worth it. I walk to the bathroom and come back to wide eyes and open smiles.
“That was some night, huh?” asks Bill, from the edge of the bed.
“Yes, it was, Mr. Bucket,” I answer, with a kiss to his cheek.
“I like you, Mia,” says Adam.
The rest laugh it off.
“I think we all like each other. We wouldn’t be naked halfway across the world if that wasn’t the case,” I add.
“Can we see you again?” asks Scott. “We didn’t even properly celebrate Thanksgiving. Maybe we can take you to dinner somewhere to make up for it?”
I walk to the closet and take off a blue lace nightie. It fits perfectly across my shoulders. I move across the room in feline strides and stop by the door. My eyes latch onto them, on no one particular.
“Maybe, boys. Maybe.”
Chapter 10
Scott
I am not one to kiss and tell. But that was the best fuck I have had in my life.
The boys are at the courtyard having a blast, taking their time with breakfast before we head back home. They’re eating turkey, ham and potatoes and joking that it’s a late Thanksgiving breakfast.
Mia is with them, laughing over how the virgin who was to be in her shoes right then doesn’t know what she was missing, and that Mia lucked out by having to go in her place.
I stand at the edge of the chateau, breathing in the morning air, filled with cherry blossoms and spicy tea. Japan hits different post-cum.
I noticed him long before he stepped out of the shadows.
“How long have you been following me?” I ask the man.
He sighs.
“Too long. What did you find out?”
“Nothing you would want to use, Alex. Let this go, man. She’s not who you think she is.”
“Just because you had a sweet fuck with her doesn’t mean she’s that innocent.”
“Watch your tone,” I warn.
“Look, Scott. I stalked you from the moment you left Boston. It was hard at first, I must admit, but I caught on that this year would be different. This year I had the feeling things would change. And they have. She’s whored herself right off the bat to a couple of strangers—”
“Listen,” I growl close enough to his face for him to hear, and hear well. “I am done. Whatever nefarious plans you have for her are up to you. I don’t want to hear it. You’re clearly quite the snake, considering I didn’t even get any intel on my competition.”
“You have to do something to get it,” he said, and I knew that that ‘something’ would involve betraying Mia.
“I will not. Go now before I do something worse to you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It fucking is. I like this woman, and after one night with her, I see why she could not stand a worthless pile of gumbo like you. Trying to blackmail me won’t work either, I assure you. So here’s a promise— no firm in the States will hire you. I have more than you ever will, and right now, I don’t think you are even worthy of her shadow’s shadow. So be gone, Alex. Let me never see you again.”
His face screams dejection, pain and disbelief. He opens his mouth slightly, and then shuts it. He puts on his hood once more and slithers away, back into the back roads, back to wherever he had come from.
“Wow, who was that guy?”
Bill, Adam, and the lady of the hour stand behind the doors watching, a handful of toast in Mia’s free hand, with her other hand open and on her face, wiping at a fall of salty tears.
“Her ex. He’s the bad guy of the story. I’ll tell you later,” I add?
“Did you really mean that?” she asks, her voice shaky. “What you told him?”
I feel she has never shown this side of vulnerability to anyone before. I consider it an honor.
“I did. I want to know you better, Mia Ling. I know we all do. There’s something about this union that just feels right, you know? We are here for you. Allow me to speak for the three of us and assure you that we want this,” I say, with a finger pointing to each, “to keep on. The sex, too. Let’s keep doing that.”
“For sure,” everyone agrees, in unison.
Chapter 11
Mia
Thank God for eav
esdropping, otherwise I would have had to fly home with this nagging bug at the back of my mind. They are really genuine. They really are!
When I saw Scott head down to the entrance of the chateau, I hoped to high heaven that he wasn’t into anything I never knew about. There was a report on my files that Alex had contacted him, and I did not know what to make of it.
Still, the night we had, I chose to look away. But I wasn’t sure, you know?
Now, I am. I can fucking breathe again, knowing he knows my past. He knows it and still chooses to have me rest on his shoulders all the way to the airport.
They all know me now, and maybe it’s why they allow me to suck on their cocks in the limo before boarding the plane. Adam cums into my mouth before letting me straddle his waist and ride him raw into the leather.
I stave off my orgasm, knowing how I want it to come. He beautifully smiles and places the golden necklace upon my neck, his satisfied grin comforting. Bill and Scott seem to be in low spirits, but I whisper enough comforts in their ears to calm them. It will be a long fifteen hour flight back home, and they have only me to take care of their needs.
But first, I think it wise to share this with Ashley, the only family member I am okay with, and so I fish the phone from the limo and dial the number I have come to know off-hand.
“Hey,” I start.
“Sis? Wow, this is a surprise. Are you okay?”
“My, how the tables have turned.”
She laughs lightly.
I can tell I woke her.
“Sorry to bother you, Ashley. I just… I just,” I pause, not knowing how to put it out there.
“It’s okay sis, you can tell me,” she assures.
“I think I found love. Times three.”
The confused gasp at her end of the line is more than enough to tell me what she thinks.
“I know it sounds crazy,” I tell her. “Please don’t disapprove.”
“Are you saying you’re with more than one man at once?” she asks.
“Yes…” I say hesitantly.