Okay, so this was kind of a funny experience writing this for me. I was hanging out with a friend who's parents own a hotel. And since it's the off season, it's closed down. And of course, it still needed to be cleaned so it would be ready for guests in the summer. So, I went to help him and his brother clean all 125 rooms. One hundred and twenty-five rooms. We were there three days and two nights just to CLEAN. But the great thing is we had the pool, all the rooms, and the kitchen all to ourselves. Of course, it was one of the most boring things to do during the day but it was SO MUCH FUN at night. We swam, blasted music, and sat watching movies all night long.
I even made the younger brother- let's just call him Boy-Next-Door for now- read Introductions! Let's just say, he's now waiting not-so patiently for 'First Kiss' like I am! And big brother- his name will be Tall-Dark-And-DANM-Sexy- well, I actually pulled him into the pool while trying to get out. Of course, it was way more hilarious then anything I could write, but oh-well!
Based on C.L. Stone's Ghost Bird Series (One-shots for all nine boys, some story line. Based loosely in The Other Side Of Envy.)
Disclaimer: Nonagon-ic relationships between Sang and her nine boys (Owen Blackbourne, Dr. Sean Green, Nathan Griffin, Dakota 'Kota' Lee, Gabriel Coleman, Lucian 'Luke' Taylor, North Taylor, Silas Korba, and Victor Morgan) and Bi-sexual sex in later chapters.
Chapter Four
-Nathan Griffin-
'Fun With Water'
It was Saturday afternoon. I was informed everyone but Kota- whom was at home, sleeping off a late night Academy mission- and Nathan were working. I'd stayed the night with North, but he too, had been called away this morning.
From what I understood, Nathan had been pulled from the stakeout early to come and get me, as everyone else was occupied with assignments. We had slept in, but as six came around, I snuck out of bed to do... anything other then sit in bed and stare at the ceiling. Even though I loved spending time with Nathan, I wasn't in the mood to sleep anymore. And it was quite odd that anyone slept past sun up without being woke by a phone ringing.
For a while I sat in the living room watching a drama with the TV muted. But I didn't want to sit still. That's when I noticed the light streaming through the sliding back door. It was a nice day, slightly sweltering for the middle of September, but I was going to take full advantage of the weather.
I snuck back into Nathans room- my room, he insisted- and grabbed my swimming suit from the closet. When I was tiptoeing back towards the door, I noticed my radio sitting on top of his dresser. I grabbed it, taking a CD from his collection and once again tiptoeing out of the room.
I changed in the bathroom, slight still conscious of the fact I was in a bikini, even if the bottoms did have a slight skirt. On the patio, I set up the radio on one of the reclining chairs. In a few seconds, a song by Panic! At The Disco started playing. I liked Nathan's music, even if it wasn't Yiruma.
Warm, humid air touching my skin, I took a moment to relax in the light. Being from Illinois, I wasn't used to it being so warm this late in the year, but I was certainly liking that it was. However, I would miss the snow.
Listening to the hum of the music- I didn't want to wake Nathan- I slipped legs first into the pool. It was warm from the sun, but a change from the air around me. I used the side of the pool slip myself in, quickly dunking my head under the water and pushing my hair back from my face. For a while, I entertained myself by swimming from one end of the pool to the other, trying to stand on my hands, and just floating on my back.
A furry of sounds came from the house, the door slammed, and then I closed my eyes at the on slot of water to my face. I came upright, whipping my eyes of water and gaped at Nathan. He surfaced laughing. "Hey, Sang,"
"Wha-? Nathan!" I smacked his arm, but it only caused him to laugh harder.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
I huffed, throwing my hands up. "Yes you did!"
He laughed again. "Okay, maybe I did."
I took up an aggressive stance, and he groaned playfully. "I'm sorry, Sang. I didn't mean to make you angry." Nathan wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his bare chest and gave me a pout. "Don't hate me...?"
I blew out a breath and grudgingly wrapped my arms around his neck. "I don't hate you."
Nathan buried his grin in my neck and lifted me from the waist. We splashed backwards, and Nathan stayed floating half on his back so I could cling to his neck still without both of us submerging.
"I thought you had a late night... and early morning. Why are you up?" I asked.
Nathan shrugged, looking up at the sky. "I felt you leave the bed, and after a while, I couldn't fall back asleep, so I thought I'd see what you were up to so early."
I smiled at him, leaning my head on his chest. I could hear the gentle murmur of his heart under my ear. "I didn't want to wake you up."
"S'okay." He mumbled.
For a while, we stayed like that, clinging to one another and floating in the middle of the pool. I felt light and warm in his arms.
"Sang," Nathan asked quietly. "Do you want to race?"
My head popped up and I pushed off from him. I was already halfway across the deep end before I yelled back; "Yes!" I heard Nathan chuckled not far behind me.
We both got into place holding ourselves against the edge of the pool, feet positioned against the textured concrete. "What do you want if I lose?"
Nathan grinned at me with a raised brow. "What are you willing to give when you lose?"
I grinned at him, tilting my head back and forth as I thought. I was feeling playful and sassy now that he had proposed a race. "How about..." I paused and bit my lip as I slip my feet away from the wall and glided in front of Nathan. His eyebrows arched in curiosity but he relaxed his stance. My face felt on fire, but I reached out and slipped my fingers across Nathans limp member over his swim trunks, it twitched under my touch- as if happy to get my attention. I got on my tip toes to ease my lips along his jawline, mostly to hide my embarrassment then to turn him on. "I help you here?"
Nathan let out a shallow breath that ended on a whimper. "Oh fuck,"
When I pulled away, my silent ninja's eyes were closed and his mouth was ajar. I bit my lip to hide my triumphant smile. Quickly, before he snapped out of his daze, I spun around and launched myself through the water.
I knew my trick was dirty, but I also knew I wouldn't have been able to win against Nathan in a fair race. Like it or not, I had something in mind for my prize, and I wouldn't let him win this time. Not that I didn't want to give Nathan a favor.
I surfaced with my hand touching the opposite end of the pool. I turned around grinning.
Nathan was right behind me. He surfaced in a hurry, slapping his palms against the small lip of the pool on either side of my shoulders. "Fuck Sang. What the hell?"
My grin dropped. His words sounded so hurt and angry. Had I gone too far. "I'm sorry," My voice shook and I was worried the burning behind my eyes didn't make my voice wobble further. "I didn't mean-"
Nathan jerked away the finger I used to press my lip to my teeth, slamming his lips to mine. He moved his lips against mine like the second kiss we shared the day I had woke up from the drug-induced sleep. Hungry and wanting. Something in my stomach sparked to life.
I kissed him back with just as much fury, nibbling on his lips and gasping for breath when he pulled away for only a moment to tilt his head further. My legs wound around his hips of their own accord and I gripped his shoulder to lift myself slightly higher. Nathan placed a hand on my thigh, dipping in the water slightly so he could shifted me just high enough that my core was pressed firmly on his growing erection.
I moaned into his mouth at the feeling. Nathan made a similar sound, seeming to be encouraged by the sounds he brought out of me.
Nathans hurried hands found the tie to my bathing suit and pulled, practically ripping the pink plead top off of my chest. I gasped, finally pulling away for more then a quick pocket of air. Nathans mouth didn't stray far, but instead started trailing over my jaw and down my neck. His free hand- the one that wasn't rubbing designs into my thigh, close to my butt- landed on my breast. He rolled his fingers over my sensitive bud, pinching and palming, sending waves of pleasure down to my core.
My hips rocked against his to relieve some of the tingly pressure I felt. Nathan growled and thrust his hips into mine. Every inch of my body felt like a live wire of all the pleasure he was giving me.
Nathan growled again, nipping patches as he kissed his way back up to my lips from my collarbone. "Shit Peanut," He panted, pulling away only to kiss me harshly again. "I'm not supposed to be doing this, none of us-" I kissed at his jaw, my teeth grazing his earlobe. "Shit, Sang, I don't know- I can't- without Mr. Blackbour- Fuck me!"
I slid my hand into his shorts, wrapping my fingers around his length. He was wide, but not as long as Gabriel. I stroked him root to tip, giving my hand a small twist at the end that made his arms shake and grip at the pools edge. I felt much more confident, acted much more... wantonly when I knew I was giving the boys pleasure. It made me as happy as it excited me.
"Nathan," I said softly, my free hand tangling in his wet hair. "I love you. Mr. Blackbourne won't care if you show me just how much you love me too."
His chest rumbled and his throat tickled my neck as it vibrated with the sound. Nathan was much more vocal then any of my of my previous partners, and I couldn't say I didn't find it sexy as sin. "Peanut, I don't want to hurt you. That's the last thing I would ever want, and it will hurt,"
My thumbs slid over the small space behind his ears, the spot that they all seemed to react positively to, but I pulled my head back to look him in the eyes. "Hunny, I've already, uh, lost my, um," Nathans brows shot up into his hairline, his eyes searching mine curiously. For a moment, he didn't seem to react, but then his eyes turned sad. "Oh, no, Nathan, I'm sorry."
Just as my blood started turning cold, my heart empty, Nathans hand gripped my wrist and he smiled. His lips met mine much softer then the kissed before. "Sang, I'm not angry. Maybe a little disappointing that I didn't get to be your first." He paused as he slipped his hands under my thighs again, giving me an accusing look. "It was with one of us, wasn't it?"
I felt a warmth fill me in waves. "Mr. Blackbourne." I said quietly, my face flaming.
Again, Nathan took a moment, a play of emotions streaming across his face. "I'm sure Mr. Blackbourne was... a gentleman." Nathan's lips turned up in a playful grin. "I'm not as restrained." One of his hands slipped between us, his hand cupping my sensitive mound. A finger slipped in, brushing across my bud and causing me to arch back and moan. Nathans tongue slipped up the soft spot under my chin.
"Oh my," I gasped as his fingers worked into me, working my slick heat.
It was a strange feeling, having sex in the pool. The water surrounded everything below my breasts, the pressure of the water making me feel like Nathan was touching every inch of my body as once. The weightlessness he used for his own benefit, hiking me up against his groin.
I pressed my palms to his chest, my finger nails digging into his skin. From the low keen he let out encouraged me to draw my nails down his chest. They made angry red trails down his pecks. I knew they would only last a few hours, but I felt a rush of pleasure at the thought of marking Nathan.
I couldn't take anymore. Too many sensations flowed through me, and I crashed my lips to Nathans for only a moment as I pulled his hand from my tight heat. My eyes caught him as I slipped his fingers into my mouth. His eyes sparked with pleasure and his own mouth opened as I nipped at his fingers. My tasted more like chlorine then my own essence, but Nathan seemed to find my actions extremely arousing, because just as soon as I slipped my tongue between his fingers and sucked, he pulled them out.
He rushed, his hands shaking, as he shed his bottoms. Nathan's hands gripped my thighs and pulled me flush with his body, my core against his pulsing cock. He moved my bottoms to the side, grinding his penis against me once, twice, and then thrust in with a loud groan. I moaned, arching against him, loving how full he made me.
With my eyes closed, I felt Nathan's fingers draw across my lips. I opened, gliding my tongue over his digits. He pulsed inside me.
"Fucking hell Sang," Nathan slid back, thumbing my nipple, and pushed back in hard and swift. When he was fully sheathed inside me, I moaned. Nathans fingers pressed onto my tongue, as if trying to remind me not to forget to neglect them. I lapped at them, nipping and tangling my tongue between them. In response, Nathan rammed his hips forward and back, fast and harsh, over and over.
Every time the pleasure was too much and I arched, moaning, too caught up in the whirlwind of pleasure and I stopped moving my tongue, he'd punish me by pausing. Whether just his tip was inside me, or filling me whole, he would stop en till I was sucking or nipping them with my back teeth. The hand on my breasts never stopped moving, though, and it kept me high when he wasn't plunging into me.
I felt the myself getting close. I was rushing the cliff, too concerned with getting there then I was with how. En till Nathan stopped moving. I gave him a pleading look, not understanding why he would stop when I hadn't stopped movements on his fingers.
Nathan withdrew his hand, giving me a horribly sexy smile. "I told you I wasn't going to be gentle." His eyes glinted and he gripped my thighs, shifting me up. "It's a good thing you can't scream, the neighbors might think I'm murdering you." My heart thundered, and I was worried the blush on my cheeks covered my whole face.
Panting, I leaned up to run my nose along his jaw like I had before. I whispered into his ear. I had been calling his name so loudly without sound, my voice came out rough and gravely. "You want to make me scream?" He groaned, re-gripping my thighs. I bit my lip before I kissed his ear. "Than make me scream, Hunny."
Nathan didn't wait for me to say it again. His hips met mine hard, his hands squeezing my hips hard enough to leave bruises. Unable to move my hips against his hold, I gripped one hand against his shoulder and held the other against the side of the pool. The splashes of water and Nathan's groans filled my ears. His warm breath fell on my neck. My mouth opened on a silent scream, and Nathan's fingers found my tongue again.
Nathans thrusts grew sporadic, irregular, but never stopped. The heat pooling in my lower stomach ignited, my vision blurring and spotting with white. In the next moment I came hard on his cock, feeling him plunge to the root and pulse inside me. Nathan's groans fell heavy in my ear as he buried his head into my neck and came, filling me with his seed.
His arms warmed me when all the heat was leaving my body. My bare chest pressed to his with our ragged breathing. I ran my nails lightly down Nathans spine in the after glow of my orgasm, rubbing more then scratching.
Nathan pulled his hand away from my mouth, smoothing his thumb down my jaw. "Shit Sang, that-that was..." He trailed off, breathing out a laugh. "I really love you,"
I smiled into his shoulder. "I love you too, Nathan."
For a while, we clung to one another in the water, wrapped up in each others arms. Nathan's shorts floated behind his back, I thought about grabbing them for him, but I didn't want to move.
Then someone cleared their throat. I jumped, trying to turn towards the sound but Nathans arms kept me from exposing myself to the man. Nathan became tense, tangling a hand into my hair and holding my head to his chest. "Christ," He barked. "What the hell Mr. B?!"
I blushed ten shades of red. He caught us! How could I not hear him coming? Even if he was quiet- and I knew he was- I normally would have heard at least his foot steps on the stones.
"Mr. Griffin, while I am very happy to see you and Miss Sorenson are getting along, I will ask you not to do anymore... getting along out in the open."
I pulled my head away from Hunny's shoulder to look up at Mr. Blackbourne. "Hi," I said in a quiet voice.
Mr. Blackbourne was as he always was. Every dark hair in place, glasses straight, and suit perfect. The corner of his lips twitched up in one of his millimeter smiles. "Hello, Sang." He turned his eyes slightly up, to between Nathan and my bodies. The smile didn't fade, but his eyes glinted with something I had seen before, but couldn't place.
I glanced up at Nathan, who was also staring. I glanced down between us, still arched over the side of the pool. I let out a surprised sound, using my arms to cover my bare breasts. I heard Nathan snort and then felt his hand tangle in my hair again. "It's not like I haven't seen it before."
Mr. Blackbourne cleared his throat again, but the sound was more light then his 'give me your attention' throat-clearing but more of an amused sound. The thought of him laughing, if only in a small way, sent a thrill through my limbs. I wanted to make him make those kinds of light sounds again.
Like when he had me over the piano, breathing into my ear. Allowing me to hear every slight hitch in his breathing, the groans I made him feel...
The thoughts make me grin against Nathans neck, an idea popping into my head.
"Mr. Blackbourne," I called quietly, twisting around in Nathan's arms to look at the man.
His brow raised, and I could see it. The challenge in his eyes. He knew I had something planned, and he was egging me on. "Miss Sorenson?"
"Would you be kind enough to help me out?" I held up a hand, my lips turning up in an almost teasing smile. I wondered if he would hate me for my little prank, but I didn't linger too long on the thought, I would end up talking myself out of it.
Mr. Blackbourne's eyes narrowed, but he took hold of my hand anyway. Nathan backed away slight, pushing me up by my thighs to help.
For a moment, I hesitated, one foot still not on the concrete, but I could feel the corners of my mouth lifting at the image I was thinking in my head.
It seemed as though Mr. Blackbourne could read my mind, because as soon as I had my first foot on stable ground, be began to release the grip he had on my hand. I think not! My free hand shot out and grasped Owen's wrist, using the leverage his pull from the water gave me, and spun us so I had taken his place facing the pool.
Fully grounded, I used every ounce of strength in my body and pushed. Mr. Blackbourne's lips parted, and an almost silent gasp left his lips. I made him gasp! HAH!
In slow motion, Mr. Blackbourne's mouth agape, staring wide eyed at me through his glasses, was thrown into the deep end of the pool. He hit the water with a splash.
I watched- topless, in all my mostly-naked glory and grinning like an idiot- as Nathan gaped from me to Mr. Blackbourne as he surfaced, sputtering water and looking like a bathed cat.
Owen's eyes landed on me, no longer covered by his glasses. I smiled so wildly at him my cheeks started to hurt and took off for the sliding door. Halfway to the couch, I spun around and locked it.
I met Mr. Blackbourne's eyes through the the glass, or what I could see through the laugh tears in my eyes. His hand was on the handle. I was almost scared of the static look on his face. But then I really took in his appearance.
Mr. Blackbourne's hair was sopping down into his eyes, black suit strict on his shoulders, tie flicked over his shoulder. Pants tight against his legs. Dripping wet against the once dry patio. What made me lose it was one of his shoes was off and floating by a still gaping Nathan in the pool- next to his own forgotten swim trunks.
I sputtered a laugh again. I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing too hard at him, but this action only seemed to amuse Mr. Blackbourne. His lips turned up, and then he mouthed something.
"I'll get you back."
Oh. Shit. Muffins.
I might have made the biggest mistake of my life...
Please comment and leave your idea's and I might just put them in later chapters.
Thanks for reading, SINDER-CHAR!
