“You heard me. I want to make sure you know what you’re comparing them all to.”
As if last night wasn’t enough?Right now? No. Eden’s hot slut spring had been activated, and until she got back to the city, she was perpetually open for business. Including right now.
“I’m always up for a reminder with you, sir.”
He wasn’t interested in showing the whole pool and everyone in it what he was about. Not today. Which was why he took her by the hand and led her away to the restroom on the outskirts of the pool area. Unlike some other public restrooms, however, the ones on La Mariposa’s property were all functionandstyle. So while one could certainly do some quick business in here, Eden wasn’t shocked to see a large marble countertop, sweet-smelling soaps, and pockets of potpourri. The other facilities were hidden behind half-walls so one could come in here and not be reminded of the unsexy bodily functions.
And be hoisted onto the counter by the sink, of course. As it turned out, the handles on the drawers doubled as footrests.They really thought of everything here, didn’t they?
“I’d ask what you’re thinking…” The only thing he did was tug down his swim trunks to free his cock. Eden didn’t have to be told what to do by now. There was nothing sacred about spreading her legs and waiting for him to grab her by the hips. “But I don’t really care.”
She kept her mouth shut.I’m thinking about how you two have kept this ache going on inside of me.And the only thing that dulled her deep ache was either of them putting their hands and other body parts all over her.
Like how Bryce was not shy about palming both of her breasts, his thumbs dipping into her bikini top to ensure she writhed when he rubbed her nipples.
“Good God,” she said without thought. “It’s just…”
Her eyes were glazing over again. That’s how Eden knew she was ready to go, and it kinda scared her how easily it happened that weekend.I’m so rarely ready and raring to go.She often needed whole dates to loosen her up for bed – even with someone she had seen before! Yet something about thatweekend’s experience had truly changed her. Not only was Eden more confident with her flirting, but sheneededthis.
“Relentless, isn’t it?” Bryce angled his cock toward her opening, his gaze never leaving hers despite her best efforts to check out and fling her entire consciousness intomoresex. “No matter where you go, no matter who looks at you, there’ssomeonedesperate to get inside of you.” He lowered his voice as his tip entered her, a tiny gasp eking from her lips. “Like me. And I’ll fight off anyone else to get to do this whenever I want, as many times as Iwant.”
Gingerly, he pushed into her as she curled her fingers over the counter’s edge.
“Here’s your preview, beautiful.”
He entered her with the agonizing tenderness of the gentle Caribbean waves caressing the sandy white beaches. There was no rush, no frantic urgency like their previous encounters. A deliberate, calculated twisting of her psyche. He sheathed himself inch by painstaking inch, letting her feel every ridge of his cock as it stretched her, filled her, claimed the aching space inside her that had been waiting for him the moment he sat next to her by the pool.God, I’m a slut.She’d never stop thinking it. All it took was two men fighting over her on one weekend without having ever seen each other.
Eden courted a shuddering breath, her knuckles white where she gripped the countertop. She wanted to push back, to impale herself, to force this intopropersex, but the weight of his silent command held her captive. His hands were firm on her hips, a possessive grip that was both a promise and a threat. He owned this encounter. He ownedher.
“You feel that?” he murmured. “That's the feeling I left you with. It didn't go away, did it? No matter how many times you got fucked, it was always waiting for me to come back and scratch it.”
He seated himself fully, his hips pressed flush against hers and the fabric of his trunks rubbing against her skin. Eden was aware of her insufferable need to come already. She squirmed, a desperate, silent plea for movement, for friction, for anything.
“Stay still,” Bryce commanded. He moved his thumb over her clit, a sudden movement that made her whole body jerk. “Ah, ah. I didn't say you could move. You’re going to take what I give you and be grateful for it.”
He began to move in a way that was pure torture. He barely withdrew, just enough to tease the sensitive entrance before gliding back in with a slow, maddening drag. The friction was exquisite, as desire swelled within her, but it wasn't enough. It was nowhere near enough.Fuck me, damnit. Please.She had become accustomed to hard and fast on La Mariposa. What the hell was this?
Amazing.
“Look at you,” he taunted with his breath hot against her ear. “So desperate. You’ve been walking around this island, a beautiful Butterfly waiting to be caught. Did you think about me when you were servicing someone else? When another man was inside you? Did you wish it was my cock stretching you open like this?”
Eden’s only answer was a ragged moan. She couldn't form words. All that existed was the slow, deliberate slide of him inside her and the throbbing, unbearable need for more that spread from her tingling lips to her feet that dangled in the air.
“Answer me,” he insisted, his grip on her hips tightening. “Did you pretend it was me?”
“Yes,” she choked out, the admission his to receive. “Yes, I thought about you.”
He rewarded her with a slightly deeper thrust, a fleeting taste of what she truly wanted, before returning to that maddening, shallow rhythm.
“And you will tonight,” he promised with that dominant growl that almost got her off harder than the act itself. “When you’re on your back, when you’re on your knees, when some other nameless guy is pounding into you, you’ll be thinking of this. Of how I’m fucking you right now. I’m the only one who knows exactly how to make you feel complete.”
His words were as potent as his actions, a mental caress that was every bit as intimate as the physical one. He wasn't just fucking her body – he was branding her mind, staking a claim that would last long after they left the island.
“Please,” she begged, her resolve crumbling. “Please, sir…”
“Please, what?” He drove into her harder, faster, enough to make her gasp, to make her arch her back in a desperate plea for more. “Please fuck you? Please make you come? Please remind you who this pussy belongs to?”
He punctuated each question with a sharp, deliberate thrust that sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her. He was relentless, savoring the power, the control, the absolute surrender he commanded.
