Chapter 6
I lean over and kiss Deric slowly. His eyes flutter open from sleep and he takes a deep breath.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He wraps his thick forearms around my slender waist and pulls my naked body onto his. His chest is warm and hard and slightly covered with hair. I breath in the scent of his warm body early in the morning. I lay on top of him for a few moments, our breaths fall on one another.
It was Deric’s night to spend with me, and boy did he keep me up. I take turns with them, every now and then, sometimes with more than one. They all love me and that is all that matters. I sigh long and slow as I roll off of him and stretch next to him in the bed.
“What do your parents think about all of this?”
“About all of what?” I ask, propping my head up on my hand and staring into his handsome eyes.
“You know, with all of us.”
“Oh,” I sigh, wiping the sleepiness from my eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t think that they are paying too much attention to any of that frankly. My mother has somehow gone mad and has deemed it appropriate to start planning my wedding.”
His eyes got wide and he snuggled up deeper into the blankets.
“Your wedding?”
I nod.
“Yup.”
“But I thought you didn’t want to get married?!”
“I don't!”
“So, then why should she be planning a wedding.” I sit up in bed; my messy hair falls all around my shoulders. Its finally started to grow again.
“That is a really great question.”
He smiles and tickles me. I try not to laugh, but then crack a smile.
“You all know I won’t be getting married anytime soon, like ever.”
Deric rolls her eyes.
“We know. You are a free spirit, born free.”
We laugh again and I slide out of bed. My naked body becomes covered in goosebumps by the cool air. Suddenly, a knock comes to the door. I quickly turn and look at Deric.
“What time is it?” I whisper.
“It's eight o'clock,” he says back.
That seems rather early for someone to come knocking. I pause.
“Who is it?”
“It's your mother, Ariel.”
“Oh, give me a second.”
I look at Deric and motion wildly with my hands. He nods and falls off my bed with a thump.
“Jesus.”
He tries to slide off my bed but gets stuck.
“Ariel, what on earth is going on in there.”
“Sorry, I just fell putting my pants on.”
Deric scrambles into the closet.
I throw a robe on and slip a pair of sweatpants. Finally, I open the door with a flourish. My mother stands in the doorway.
“How are you doing?”
“Fine.”
She eyes my skeptically. I mean my parents cannot be that naive. They knew about Thomas! Part of me just thinks they are turning a blind eye to it, in hopes I settle down with one of them. Hell, even get pregnant and be forced to have a family. I shove the idea out of my head.
“What’s up?” I ask her nonchalantly, leaning my arm against the door frame.
“What is up is that you forgot its grandmother's birthday today, and you missed breakfast with her.”
“Mom its eight o'clock in the morning I will have all day to see her. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not the one ending ridiculous. Please apologize to her when you get the chance, Ariel. I’m not asking you for much.”
“Yup, I sure will,” I smile.
She nods and I shit the door. Deric falls out laughing.
“That was fucking close.”
“It's not that bad. Last week, she barged in and Ian had to lay still under my comforter. Poor Ian was completely mortified.”
“Well, should we get ready for breakfast,” he asks. “I have to maintain these muscles somehow.
"I don't think I have ever seen someone eat as much as you do."
He flexes his rippling bicep, and the muscles bulge under his skin.
"Believe it or not I used to be really fat."
"What?"
"Yeah," he nods, pulling his shirt over his torso. The gentle cotton falls over his shoulders and his head emerges. "Finally had to make some serious changes."
"Good for you."
"Thanks, Ariel."
He leans in and kisses my forehead.
"Shall we eat?" I ask.
I slowly open the door and stick my head, looking both ways, making sure my mother is not waiting out behind some corner to pounce on us. The coast is clear and we walk down the hall into the kitchen.
I lean over the counter to the chef who stands over the hot stove.
"Morning," I say.
He flips around, his stained apron moves with a swish.
"What can I cook up for you, Miss Ariel?"
I look over at Deric. I guess the other guys probably won't be getting up for another hour or so, but Ian and Louis stroll in. Louis is the only one I haven't had sex with it. Its like he is playing some game with me, that started the first time we met. His dark eyes glaze over mine.
"Good morning," he says softly.
Ian bubbles in, pushing his hair back and walking over to me. He throws his arms around me and picks me up. I squeal with delight as he lifts me off the ground.
"Hey you," he almost sings. "How are we doing this morning?"
"Great," I say, "Just about to have some breakfast." I spin around and face Chef. "I would like some French toast if you wouldn't mind."
"Not at all, and Deric, I already started yours."
"Thanks, man." Deric fists bump the chef with a smile.
Ian sits at the table after he pours himself a cup of coffee; I sit down next to him.
"So what's the plan for today?" he asks.
Just then Enzo and Adam stroll in.
"Well look who is finally up," Enzo says, ruffling my hair. I bat his hands away.
"What are you talking about its like eight thirty in the morning."
"Yeah, but today is grandmother's birthday, and we got up to celebrate with her," Adam smirks, sitting as well. I roll my eyes.
"Whatever."
"What's the matter?" Ian asks.
“You all sound just like my mother," I laugh. The large plate of French toast is set in front of me. I eagerly dig in, drizzling syrup over the stack of bread and cinnamon. Deric really had me work up a large appetite for the morning.
"Someone's hungry," Louis says, watching me devour my meal.
"Yup," I say through a mouthful of food. Oh, god. If my grandmother walked in right now, I would damn near ruin her birthday with my bad habits.
"What are we going to do today?" Nicholas asks as he emerges into the kitchen. He grabs an apple off the table and throws it up in his hand, catching it fast. They all look at me. I look to the left and then to the right.
"Why is this my decision?" I ask.
"Because we want to do what you want," Ian says softly, resting his hand on my arm.
"Oh, well- I don't know. What do you guys want to do?"
Most of our days were spent on the estate, driving the motorcycle, playing games, being out in the garden. A pretty lazy summer overall, which I don't mind, because I plan to leave as soon as it's over and start working. But part of me feels sad about summer ending. What started as a nightmare has turned into a fantasy, and I don't think that I really ever want it to end. I chew on my cheek. What is going to happen when they leave? I know they can't stay, and my mom and dad are expecting me to have picked one of them. I look at each one for a second. How am I supposed to get up and leave them? Maybe this won't be as easy as I thought. I feel Louis' gaze on mine. I look at him and he nods to me.
"How about we do a tennis rematch?" Enzo suggests, leaning back and setting his feet on the table.
"No!" We all shout in unison.
"No one wants to suffer like that again," Ian shakes his head.
"Okay, okay, fine."
"Just admit you don't want to admit defeat," Adam says crossing his arms.
We stare at Enzo.
"Okay, you can't trap me like that," he says shaking his head and laughing, his red hair bounces as he laughs.
Nicholas leans his head against the window and looks out over the estate; he suddenly sits up.
"I know!"
We all turn to face him.
"What?" I ask.
"We haven't been on the lake this past month at all. We should take it out!"
We all think it over.
"Do you have a boat?" Ian asks me.
"We do, but I don't know if my dad will let me take it out."
He never let me drive it by myself. He would say I am too reckless and I would crash into something or drive it up on shore. But then he gave me a motorcycle, so I don't understand his logic. I haven't been out on the lake it seems in forever. Out the window, the lake shimmers in the distance. It's a small lake that sits in the middle of Mooria. Not too many people go out on it though, since everyone spends there time at the seaside.
"Well, how about you ask?" Deric says. "I definitely know how to drive a boat."
"And Louis was in naval force for a few years," Ian adds. "So I think your dad might be comfortable with that idea."
"Oh really?" I raise my eyebrows in surprise at the dark, mystery man.
He nods.
"Really."
"Well, I guess I could just ask," I say standing up, setting my empty plate. I walk into my father's office and knock on the open door.
"Come in!" he waves his hand. His face is buried in some paper, as heavy cigar smoke fogs up the room and drifts around.
"Hey, dad."
He spins around in his seat. The smoke moves fast in the air and washes over me. I cough slightly.
"How's my girl doing?"
"Fine."
"And the fine men?"
"Oh, they're doing great," I smile to myself.
"So why did you leave them to find me?" he asks, taking a long drag from his cigar. The end of the Cuban cigar lights up and burns a bright red before another puff explodes. Smoking probably isn't the best activity with someone with lung issues.
"We were wondering if we could take the boat out on the lake?" I ask in the kindness, dear daughter sounding voice that I can muster. He scratches his chin and closes his eyes.
"I suppose that's fine. Under one condition -"
"Sure, what?"
"You don't drive."
"What! Are you serious?!" I ask stunned.
He laughs and stands walking over to an old oak cabinet that juts out of the wall. He opens one of the drawers. Slowly and meticulously he goes through the keys he has.
"Jesus, Dad. How many keys do you have?" I ask due to the rising impatience.
"Well, I don't want to give the original, just the extra set I have. Give me a second."
I sigh and walk next to him.
"Maybe we should organize these soon," I say more gently resting my hand on his shoulder.
"You are probably right - or wrong!" He holds the copper key up in the air in a moment of triumphant and presses it into my palm. "Have fun, my love."
"Thanks," I say and rush out of the room, down the hall. I poke my head into the door frame of the kitchen and hold up the key.
"Got it!" I shake the key in the air, and they all cheer. I have to admit is it a lot of fun having your one cheerleading squad. "Let's me downstairs in the driveway in 30 minutes!"
"Sounds good," Enzo nods.
"Wait whose going to drive the boat?" Ian asks.
"Me," I say confidently, right before I spin around and return back to my bedroom.
Down by the garage, I stand to wait in a loose, white dress. Aviator sunglasses sit on top of my nose, blocking the hot sun. The six guys come out of the front door. I marvel as they stand shirtless in their swim trunks. The humid air sticks to our skin, and I am already sweating. Luckily it will be cooler by the water.
"Perfect day for the lake. Good suggestion, Nick," Deric says.
"So, we'll need to take the big car," I say walking over to the large Black SUV parked in the shade of the front garage.
"Shotgun!" Nicholas screams running to the passenger side and climbs in. Adam walks behind him shaking his head. The others find their place, and I put the key in the ignition.
"You are a great chauffeur," Nicholas says, as I pull down the driveway.
"Thanks," I smile. "I do love to drive."
"And you are good at too. Most people are not good drivers," Ian says from the back seat.
"Aw, thanks, Ian," I shout back. I look over at Nicholas. "Everything he says warms my heart.
"Yeah, he has the effect."
The drive to the lake is short. We could have walked it, but I don't think any of us would enjoy being trapped under the stale sun heat. I park the car underneath a tall shady tree which falls over the yard. The large boathouse sits right next to us. We all get out and walk onto the dock.
"We should go fishing," Ian adds, looking into the water. "I forgot how clear the lake is here."
"I know, right?" Deric says as they both stare over the edge.
"It's because it's got several freshwater springs pumping into it. That's why the water here tends to stay cold, even on days like today."
I pull open the door of the boathouse. The large speedboat sits in the middle of it, bobbing in the blue water.
Louis stares at it.
"How old is this thing?" he asks, as he jumps on. He reaches out a hand to help me, but I don't need it and jump past him into it.
"It's from 1970. My dad has kept it in pristine condition."
"It's a nice boat," Nicholas says.
They all climb on and the boathouse door slowly rises up. I put the key into the ignition and the engine purs with a rumble, spewing water up. Louis rests his hand on the steering wheel.
"Are you sure you can drive this thing?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" I stare at him harshly.
"Just you know...don't want you to think you need to show off."
"No, Louis. I shake my head. I'm not the one who needs to overcompensate for anything."
He smiles and cocks his head.
"Alright then, sounds good to me." He turns and sits in the back of the boat.
I pull the boat out off and into the lake.
Nicholas starts blaring music off of a speaker he brought, and Ian hands out beer to everyone.
"Should we open this bad boy up?" I ask with a grin.
"Do it!" Enzo screams.
The boat screams and sails across the lake. The tall forest stretches past us, as we fly on the water. White foam shoots out behind the tail of the boat and the wind whipping through our hears makes it almost impossible to hear. I love being out on the lake; I forgot how freeing it can be. I turn the boat hard and it rocks to the side, dipping close to the edge and almost into the water.
"Woah, easy there," Louis shouts. I look up and glare at him. The boat slowly drifts out in the water. I stop it and drop the anchor. A breeze drifts over us. I take a long sip of the cold beer. We are the only ones out on the water. Its mid-afternoon on the weekday, everyone is either at the seaside or work. This lake didn't really have any beaches to lay out on.
"Who wants to go swimming?" I ask.
I take another sip, finishing the can and throwing into the small trash bag we made. I slip off my dress, so I stand in the middle of the boat completely undress in front of them all. I reach my arms up and stretch. The warm air feels amazing on my skin. I roll my neck.
"Whose jumping in with me?" I turn around and ask at the back of the boat.
They all look at one another and then quickly unscramble to get undressed, except Louis, who sits silently in the driver's seat.
"You aren't going to jump in?" Deric asks.
Louis shakes his head.
"One of us has to be the responsible one."
"And that isn't going to be fucking be me!" Nicholas screams as he runs past me naked, cannon balling into the water. It splashes all, and in a matter of seconds, we are all behind him, landing into the cool refreshing water. I pop to have Ian arms around my waist, laughing.
We wade in the water swimming around each other completely naked. My nipples harden in the cold water. Nicholas sends a large splash towards us. Ian throws his arm in front of us, taking most of the water.
"You brat!" I shout at him through a belly laugh. Deric swims over and pulls him down under than they pop up wrestling. Their bodies move against each other, as Deric holds Nicholas in a headlock. I can't help but get excited by the way their bodies are so close together. I want to be close with all of them.
"Ariel, I got him. Splash his face!"
"Yeah!" Nicholas coughs, "get my face all nice and wet."
I laugh, and I splash some water over at him. Deric let's go and swims away. Enzo dives under the water and grabs my toe. I scream out loud and kick my foot out.
"What was that?"
Enzo pops up in front of me.
"Are you afraid of fish?" he chuckles.
"No!" I say smugly. He stares at me with a brightness in his eyes and laughs. We swim around the boat for an hour more, but soon hunger appeared in my stomach. Swimming always has that effect. We climb back onto the boat. Our beautiful wet naked bodies sparkle in the rays of sunlight. All of them look like gods, with their perfect bodies glistening. I lean back in a seat, as the water drips off of my body. I look over and see that Louis is sleeping like a rock. His hat is pulled over his eyes and snores fill around us.
"I guess someone is pretty tired," Adam says, walking over.
"Leave him be," I say, waving my hand. I stop and look around the boat. "Did we bring any snacks?"
"I don't think so," Deric responds.
"Enzo, you were supposed to grab some," Ian says.
"Well," I figured we would just eat Ariel," he laughs in response. I raise my eyebrow.
"Is that so?"
I see his cock is semi-erect.
"And then maybe you could eat our cocks."
"Come on, Enzo," Ian says, "don't be rude."
"What?" he raises his eyebrows.
"No, it's good," I say smiling. "I think that would be fine for now. To everyone's shock I walk over to Enzo, hard cock is now erect and grasp it in my hand. I slowly pull into my warm mouth. Enzo groans and rocks his hips forward. The boat slowly sways under the waves, and I bob my head to it, pushing him deep into my throat.
"Holy fuck," Deric murmurs under his breath. I open my open my eyes and see the others' erection growing full. Their hands grasp the base of their cock and they move their hand up and down. I close my eyes and return to giving Enzo my full attention. He whimpers and bites his bottom lip as my tongue spins around and around.
I reach my other hand out and grasp Adam's dick, rubbing it with the same rhythm of my mouth. He tilts his head back. I pull my mouth away.
"Is anyone going to fuck me?" I ask.
There is a moment when no one moves. Then suddenly, Nicholas's hands grab onto my hips and he pulls me back. Enzo's cock falls out of my mouth as I am moved backward. The force causes the boat to rock slightly. Louis rolls over and snores even louder. We try not to laugh. Nicholas plops down onto the floor of the boat. He turns me around so I face him, and with one upward motion of his hips, his cock slips into my wet pussy. He jerks up, and I moan at the feeling.
"That feel good?" he asks.
"Mhmm."
Enzo, Ian, and Adam return to my mouth. I take their cocks and suck on them like large lollipops. My mouth fills with them, and I almost gag as they shove himself down into my throat. Precum oozes out. My tongue moves fast, keeping them happy, bouncing back and forth from each cock, tasting each of the different flavors.
I ride Nicholas then, my legs wrapped around his sides, and my bare ass rising up and down in perfect view for Adam and Ian.
I almost freeze, when Deric's smooth large fingers fall between my ass cheeks. My ass and pussy clench. Nicholas moans at the added tightness.
"Jesus!" he gasps.
Deric's fingers begin to gently massage, sending a ripple through my body, making my soaking pussy tingle with pleasure.
"Just relax," he whispers. His fingers move faster until he slides one into my ass slowly. A new desire to be completely filled courses through my veins. I need this. I want this. Deric seems to understand. His hard cock finds its way gently presses into my small, right hole. It eases and relaxes. Every part of me feels alive, and a source of intense pleasure. Nicholas' hand tug on my tits, as Deric's begins to rub my pussy fast. I continue taking each of Adam and Ian's cock inside of my mouth, letting my tongue run down them. They have to vest view and it drives them forward, making their rock faster when my lips form around them.
The feeling of being so full overwhelms me. The sensation of my pussy and asshole being fucked at once, makes me almost fall forward. My body tightens. It starts in my cunt and travels to my ass, in a giant vibration of contractions. A muffled scream erupts from my core, and I cannot tell if it is the boat rocking over the waves or just me, but when I climax every fiber of my being is awoken with pleasure.
I almost drop then and there, but Nicholas holds me up. They pull themselves out, cumming onto me at once. Their warm hot juice spills over me. I take a long breath when it is over. Now, that I am covered in them, I slide into the lake and rinse off. The coldness of the water feels good over my softly aching body. The other guys jump in, splashing water all around.
"Did Louis wake up?" I ask, as Deric swims over and holds me in his large arms.
"Nope," Adam says shaking his head.
"That guy sleeps like a fucking log," Nicholas says, running water through his hair. I lean my head against Deric's chest.
"Well someone should wake him up so he can take up back home because now I am really starving."