She didn't start slow. There was no teasing, no delicate exploration. She took him into her mouth with a single, confident downward glide. Her lips, swollen and sensitive from Bryce’s kisses, formed a perfect, tight seal around the base of his shaft. The engulfing heat pulled a sharp hiss from Neal, his hand automatically flying to the back of her head.
He was right. She was an angel. A fallen one, with a mouth made for sin.
She held him there for a heartbeat, feeling him pulse against her tongue, the heavy weight of him driving her crazy. She then hollowed her cheeks, creating a vacuum that threatened to pull him straight out of his body. Her tongue swirled around the head, tracing the sensitive ridge and dipping into the slit to taste the salty bead of precum that welled there.
Her head bobbed, a steady, hypnotic rhythm. She was giving him pleasure, but she was dictating every second of it. One of her hands came up to cup him, her fingers gently massaging him. The other pressed flat against his lower stomach, a subtle way tofeel the tightening of his abdominal muscles and the hitch in his breath that signaled his rising need to come.
“That’s it,” he groaned. His hips lifted, a small, involuntary thrust, seeking to bury himself deeper. She let him, then pulled back, denying him the full depth. She was teaching him that this washershow. She wanted to hear him lose it.
She changed her technique with a sharp flick of her tongue against the most sensitive spot, followed by a long, slow pull. Her cheeks caved in, eyes lifting to meet his. They were dark, hooded, alight with power. She saw the struggle on his face, the way he gritted his teeth, and the tightening of the grip he had on her hair. He was fighting it, fighting the release she so expertly coaxed from him.
“Holy hell, thinking about you with him…” Neal couldn’t keep her gaze as he leaned back and let her swallow him down her throat. “Knowing how fucking tight and hot your pussy is. Probably was a big brute fucking it wide open.”
She purred around his cock. He had such a way of describing the other man, it was almost like he was there.
“He should be here right now showing how he does it.” There it was. The caveman grunt that made it all worth it to Eden. “Making you struggle to take my cock in your mouth. And we’re making you feel so good while you give us all of you…fuck.”
She doubled her efforts. Her movements became faster, more urgent. She took him deep into her throat, suppressing the gag reflex until her nose brushed against the hair at his base. The shock of it, the absolute surrender of her throat to his cock, was what finally broke him.
“Fuck, I'm gonna –” His warning was cut short by a strangled cry.
She felt him swell in her mouth. A final, throbbing pulse appeared before the first hot jet of his release hit the back of her throat. She didn’t pull back. She held on, her lips lockedaround him, swallowing as he came, her throat working to take every last drop. His hands were no longer just in her hair. They were clamped on the sides of her head, holding her in place, a dominant gesture of claiming as he poured himself into her.
The last shudder wracked his body, and he collapsed back against the cabana cushions, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
When the last tremor subsided, she didn't just pull off. She lingered with a deliberate act of ownership. Her tongue gave one last, slow, sweeping lick, cleaning him, tasting the lingering salt of her conquest. Then, with aching slowness, she drew back. His cock, already softening, slid from between her lips with a filthy sound. It was a final punctuation mark to the night.
Eden didn't wipe her mouth. She let him see it – the swollen, fucked-red state of her lips, and the knowledge that they were coated in him. Her eyes locked with his as she swallowed.
“Now,” she said, her voice a husky, satisfied purr that weaponized the balmy air around them. “You’ve had your goodnight kiss. See you at noon for your real sendoff.”
She rose with a languid grace that belied the ache in her own muscles, re-wrapping the towel around her body with the casual confidence of a queen donning her robes. Without a backward glance, she turned and walked away, leaving him sprawled and breathless on the cabana bed. The night air was cold against the wetness she’d left behind.
Eden collapsed onto her bed the moment she arrived back in her room. Her knees sank into the mattress as her face crumpled against the pillow. Normally, she would turn on the TV for a respite, but tonight, all she could think about was blessed sleep.
She was exhausted. Tired. Sore. But somehow… perfectly at peace.
So far, La Mariposa had been everything she did not expect. Eden knew there would be more sex than she had ever had before in such a short time, but she didn’t expect the sheer amusement that powered through her as she continued to seduce thesametwo men over and over.I’m quite pleased with myself, yes.To be paid for it as well? That was the icing on her cake.
But she couldn’t argue how exhausted it left her.One more day.After Sunday, she could go the whole rest of the year without seeing another dick. Let alone being touched by one.I think I’ve already met my quota for the next two years…Not to mention theblissfulmemories those two had left her. Granted, she might see someone else the next day, but…
She was a bit attached to the men who had been with her already.It feels weird to call them Neal and Bryce.She desperately wondered what their real names were. What did they do to afford coming to La Mariposa, let alone multiple times? What were their lives like off the island? Was this an escape for them, or a necessity? Would they ever look at her twice outside of her Butterfly whites?
That last thought was the most dangerous one. Eden was all too aware that her crowning availability as a sexual being was what made them interested in her here. They didn’t have to figure out awkward thoughts or ask questions to gauge her willingness to have sex with them. They just did it. Just indulged in whatever fantasy they had right there. With her.
Eden had seen the other guests here. She had even walked by the exhibitionists, taking full advantage of what was available at a whim. This was an island where guests could touch and penetrate all they wanted, save for the few restrictions. The passcode and “get out” phrases and undercover security gavethe veneer of safety for everyone involved.So much of the undercover security is women…Wearing black, doubling as hostesses and background bodies who blended into the scenery but kept an eye on everything going on.
While many of the guests were quite fetching and weren’t terrible to watch in the cabanas, the nightclub, and even the credenza in the middle of a hotel hallway, she was grateful for the two men who had singled her out for their repeated acquaintance. Eden would have probably been equally impressed with herself if every man had been different that weekend, but there wassomethingegotistically decadent about her pussy’s pull on two men.
And I’m seeing another one as soon as I go on the clock tomorrow.She fully expected to have the assignment in her mailbox when she awoke. And if Neal forgot to put in the request for her? She was originally assigned to be at large around the grounds. It wouldn’t be too hard to find an excuse to wander back to the private cabana at the rear of the island.
The only unknown was the Sunday night orgy. Every Butterfly who didn’t have prior one-on-one commitments was assigned to the biggest party of the weekend.
Eden had no idea what to expect. This weekend had been one wild ride after another, and it was only entering the final third.
Get your rest, girl.She dragged herself into the bathroom before changing into her pajamas. It didn’t take her long to hit the mattress shortly after brushing her teeth.
That night was one of the most fitful sleeps she had in her life.
