Chapter 44
Lily
T he blindfold fell off my face, and I opened my eyes to find myself back in front of another private jet.
"I don't understand." I looked between the four of them.
Ethan was standing on the jet's stairway with a stupid grin on his face. Even Ryan was smiling next to me. They said they had a surprise for me and kept me blindfolded the whole way here. We hadn't discussed a trip.
"Are we going back home already?" I asked, disappointed that I'd have to leave his family so soon. I didn't even get to say goodbye to them.
"Even better." Matt took my hand and led me toward the stairway. "We're going to Paris."
What? It was like a gong had just gone off inside my head. I was brought to a halt and placed a hand over my chest to catch my breath. I'd never been to Paris. Never left the country. I didn't know if I was one for surprises of this magnitude. I was going to feel like an ass for leaving the Fletchers' home without saying a word.
"B-but, what about the wedding? I thought we were going to have it in Florida." That was all I could think to say as my brain struggled to compute this fantastic news.
I'd only ever seen Paris in magazines and movies, or when wealthy influencers posted it to brag. I wondered if it would be as beautiful in person.
Matt grinned.
Eric took my hand and kissed me on the knuckles. "Well, of course the wedding's still going to happen. But don't you want to see the world first before you're tied down to us? I'm thinking Paris can be our first stop."
The opposite of what I'd expect of my body started happening. Instead of jumping for joy and throwing my arms around his neck, my legs got weak and my stomach got queasy. The light grew too bright for my eyes, and I was caught before I realized I was stumbling.
"You okay?" Ethan rushed down toward me and took my face in his strong hands.
"Yeah." I gulped. "This is just all so fast." I admitted. "I wish you guys would've discussed it with me first."
"It wouldn't have been much of a surprise then, would it?" Matt soothed my back.
Ryan stroked his hand down the length of my arm. It had been such a while since I'd been touched by him that my body had an immediate implosion of current. I had no choice but to turn toward him like a magnet. It sickened me a little bit that my resolve was so easily penetrated by him. But it thrilled me even more that the chance for something between us hadn't died out.
It was a matter of whether or not people could change for the better. I'd seen him change for the worse.
I wanted to believe in him so badly when he took my hand and the heat of him burned through me. "We just want to share our greatest pleasure with you."
I gulped. It was a deep one. Like I'd swallowed more than just my breath. My heart was playing beats like a drum show, and I was convinced I was going to collapse without his kiss.
Lucky for me, I was pulled away from the trance of the forbidden by Eric spinning me toward him. "On our first date, I dreamed of this day. The day I'd get to travel the world with you."
"It's something we all live for. We'd love it if you could at least consider it for us." Ethan crooked his fingers, calling me further up the stairs with a nod toward the jet.
My belly flipped. "Well, how can I say no to that?" I regarded each of them, my willpower weakening when my gaze landed on Ryan.
Paris could be our chance to forget what happened between us and start over.
Eric grinned, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, running the rest of the way with me. Inside the jet, it was decorated with rose petals, champagne chilling in a bucket next to the professionally made bed. My blood heated instantaneously and my body begged to be touched. I reached for the first person with my eyes closed. As soon as my lips touched his, I knew who it was and I jumped back. He let me go despite the tight grip he had on my waist as he crushed me to his body.
Ryan.
We shouldn't do this. It's bad. I still didn't know if I could trust him. But damn it, my body wanted him. My brain was shouting at me to compartmentalize him the way I'd done with so many other men since Marco, but I never loved any of those men. And so as I reached for him, I couldn't bring myself to touch him. I watched the self-shame in his eyes as he pulled away. I had no time to feel guilty with Matt's sharp beard on my neck, Ethan moving in to take Ryan's place and Eric reaching in between us to cup my breasts.
Fuck, I was wet.
Ryan
Being discarded by the people you love was not fun. Even Matt had had it with me. So I made up my mind on the way here to pretend with all my might during this trip. I would force a smile and fight the memories. I made up my mind to be miserable during this trip if it meant not losing everyone and proving myself. It wasn't as if I was sacrificing anything to be miserable, since misery seemed to be all that I was capable of these days.
I had also assumed that all was lost between Lily and me. There was no way I could have seen her forgiving me for becoming a reflection of all the trauma in her life, for almost hurting her the same way the monsters in her life did. Hurting her even worse. In all honesty, I couldn't forgive myself. I refused to, even if she found it in her to excuse my actions. But the Lily I met was headstrong, and so I knew that if she decided that I was cut off, then I was. And I'd have to live with that, because it was what I deserved.
However, when I touched her for the first time in forever and felt her respond to me, as if there was a shared fire burning through us and the only way to ease it was to let ourselves be consumed by it, and then she kissed me, fuck if I'd ever been so turned on. It became a turning point, a reward for my effort to pretend. To do more than that. To change for the better.
When she stopped kissing me, I was reminded of what I had lost.
"Ryan?" She panted, and my cock responded as if she was speaking directly to it. I got way too excited.
"What about him?" Ethan glanced at me over her shoulder, wickedness playing in his eyes.
"Shouldn't we stop? You know, respect him." She tried to whisper, but it echoed on a moan.
"Do you want to stop?" Matt spoke loud enough for my benefit. Eric pulled her face toward him, and I watched them taste each other's lips and sigh from the sweetness of it, the sweetness I just had and desperately needed again.
Lily sighed and bit her lip. "No," she confessed.
"Well, let him see what he's missing." Ethan ran his hands up underneath her dress.
Her panting grew more aggressive, and I knew the moment he touched her deeper on that gasp that escaped. I was furious at them and also anxious to take my due punishment. My cock ached beneath my pants, and I squeezed it to get some relief.
Lily hissed and groaned before taking charge.
She broke free of Matt and Eric and succumbed to the teasing glint in Ethan's eyes. Grabbing hold of the belt of his jeans, she backed him up toward the bed, kissing him with hungry demand. He chuckled and let her take him where she wanted. She carried him around the side of the bed, instead of shoving him backward. I realized her reason for the switch in directions when she climbed on top of him, kissed him, and then turned to look at me.
My pulse was shooting off lightning bolts inside my head, wondering if I'd get lucky enough to be called over. Her eyes left mine to focus on my crotch where my hand was trying to soothe the torment that left my cock desperate. She licked her lips, and fuck, I remembered the feel of her mouth around me. I needed it now.
But she didn't call me over.
Instead, she undid Ethan's belt, pulled out his cock, and wrapped her mouth around it . What's a man to do in a situation like this? It's not like there's a curtain I can pull. Is it inappropriate to whip my dick out and start hand fucking it? Distracting myself, I turned to look out the window and was surprised to find that we were already in the air. I wasn't aware of anything else but Lily.
Ethan groaned and Lily whimpered around his thick length. I couldn't not look. That's what they wanted, isn't it? For me to see what I couldn't have. And so I lost the fight to not watch, turning my head to see Eric pulling her panties down as she used that magical mouth on Ethan, and him dipping to use his mouth on her. Her hips jerked into an immediate rhythm, riding his face, and his hands came up to grip her ass.
My mouth went dry. The last time Lily and I fucked, I marked that ass with my own hands.
My cock developed a heartbeat of its own, beating out an insane rhythm. I loved it rough, but falling in love turned me into a sap who needed to make love to her, not fuck her raw. I didn't know it was possible to do both at the same time until I lost my mind that day, and fuck, I would do anything for some more of that.
My eyes locked onto Matt's as he took his clothes off and sat up at the head of the bed with a cock so hard, he shuddered when he touched himself. I was desperate for some relief and questioned him with a look. If I couldn't have Lily, could I at least have you? He looked at Ethan, Lily, and Eric. There was nowhere for him to squeeze himself into at the moment. Matt was as left out as I was.
When he looked back at me, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, never taking my eyes off him. His eyes heated too. His lips even kicked up. Any moment now, I expected him to get up and walk over. I knew how much watching Matt and me turned Lily on. I could play a game with her too, remind her of what she could have with me.
But Matt just threw his head back, shut his eyes, and continued to stroke himself, leaving me to take myself into my own hand. Frustration and need made me hurt myself with the roughness of my own strokes, needing to shut out the reminder that it wasn't her mouth on me, that I wasn't squeezing into that surprisingly tight pussy of hers. Somehow, no matter how many different cock lengths and girths she'd had inside her, she'd remained perfect for me.
"Fuck, Lily." I groaned her name, wrestling against the need to cum, pushing it away so that I could enjoy it a bit longer.
"Uhnh!" Her body-tingling moan popped my shut eyes open to find Eric sinking himself inside her.
It was like watching someone savor your favorite dessert. He licked his lips, she shivered, taking a moment to catch her breath before covering Ethan with her mouth again. Fuck, my hands tightened around my cock and my eyes flicked to Matt's. His desperation was evident, and I saw he was considering it. I could have fucked the tight hole of a bottle right then, as long as it was warm, soft, and wet.
My mouth fell open and my tongue hung out as I got nasty with it, pure lava kissing my bones, moving through my belly, teasing me. The end was near, yet evasive, and I chased it, all the while holding it off, just in case Matt changed his mind.
"Fuck," he swore.
Ethan popped Lily's head off him and kissed her as she moaned into his mouth from Eric's pounding.
"You almost ended me," he breathed before moving out from underneath her.
Her hands were pressed into the bed and her head hung low as she took Eric's dick, biting her lip and moaning his name. She flicked a glance to Matt, caught him looking at me, and turned to see what he was looking at. As soon as her head whipped in my direction, she spasmed around Eric and I squeezed my cock, begging myself not to cum.
Shit, I saw stars.
She blurred before me and the drops of sweat on her body stood out like crystals in my distorted view. My chest hurt so bad, I thought I was having a heart attack. I couldn't catch my breath. It wasn't until my vision cleared that I realized I had had a mini orgasm, not a full one, no cum shooting out from my dick just yet, but all the sensations of one. I didn't know that was possible until then. Wow. Fuck. Just wow.
When I did manage to breathe and look back over at Matt, sweat pouring down the sides of my face, pooling on my belly underneath my shirt, I found him beneath her, his cock in her mouth. Damn it, so fucking close. I could have fucked someone, got off on how hot it made Lily. Instead, I was still just left with my hand and a flushed thumping cock. Frustrated, I tore my shirt over my head, folded it up, and tossed it across from me.
I deserved this. This was my punishment. If I wanted to get back into Lily's good graces, her very good, hot, and wet graces, then damn it, I needed duration, longevity. It wasn't enough to be good for this flight, or while we were in Paris. I knew what I had and I knew what I did to lose it. Now, I'd have to do everything I could to get it back, to get her back. It took sex for me to see that, but damn it, it was how I molded with her, bonded, became one with her. Before, I was running in survival mode. As long as she remained out of sight, I could fill my head up with anything else to keep her out of mind so that I didn't have to face losing her. But this trip...
Eric's hips started grinding against her, making circles as he groaned, gripping her hips and falling over on top of her. He reverted to stroking in and out of her as he panted his distress, and I knew that exact feeling, the sweet pull of her wet velvet against him, turning him into liquid. My own body wailed and yearned for it as his hands moved up the sides of her body and he grabbed her breasts, grunted her name, and exploded inside of her.
She fell forward onto the bed, sobbing her pleasure as he coated her insides with his hot cum.
And damn it, I was tempted to walk over there like a madman, pull her up to her knees, and take her. I knew she'd let me. But I also knew she'd regret it. Ethan took the spot where I was supposed to be, sinking into her slick depths as she gripped the bed sheets and turned her head to look at me.
My hand slowly went back to my cock, misery and pleasure coursing through me.
This trip was going to be the death of me. Or the rebirth. Because, fuck it, she was worth it. I needed her more than I needed anything else in this world right then. More than I needed to be honest, more than I needed to escape my guilt. I needed her soft lips against mine, her warm breasts in my hands, against my chest, slamming into my belly as I flipped her over.
Mm, fuck, I needed her kissing and sucking on my balls, licking up my cock and filling her mouth with me. I needed her breath against my neck, against my belly, her teeth grazing against my skin. And fuck me, I needed her to fuck me while I grabbed her throat and forced out those tiny breaths as she tightened around me. I needed to mark her skin again, pump her full of my cum.
"Damn it, Lily!" I gritted my teeth and squeezed the head of my cock.
This time it did nothing to help me as I exploded all over my hand. My head fell back and though my eyes were shut, I heard her call my name, moan it actually as she came around Ethan's massive cock.
Oh, help me heaven and earth, the torture wasn't over yet.