“Yes!”
“That’s what I want to hear,” he said triumphantly. “My name on your lips. My cock in your cunt. My pleasure is your pleasure.”
He finally gave her what she wanted: a hard, punishing rhythm that stole her breath and shattered her sense of reality. He hammered into her, the sound of their bodies together echoing in the small, private room.
“Come for me,” he groaned into her throat, where he shoved his face to suck her skin. “Come on my cock and show me who you belong to.”
And she did. The orgasm that tore through Eden was a sudden supernova of sensation that left her shaking and stunned. There wasn’t a single thought left in her head. Minutes ago, shethought of Neal, and how desperately he wanted to share her with someone else. Now, here she was, barely two hours later, fucking Bryce in the bathroom and just as eager to give him the innermost part of her body. In a place like this, none of it mattered. She belonged to both. And they knew it.
Bryce didn’t stop. He continued to fuck Eden through her climax, drawing out her pleasure, pushing her past the point of endurance until she was a whimpering, quivering mess who kept pitifully saying words likesirandyesandthank you.
She was a wreck, but a new kind of power surged through her, a counter-current to the overwhelming pleasure he had just unleashed. His control frayed, as she heard in the ragged edge of his breathing, and how he thrust, once so punishingly consistent, had now become more erratic, more desperate. He was trying to hold on, to prolong this moment of absolute dominance, but she would tearit from him.
Her legs, which had been limp and pliant, suddenly wrapped around his waist, locking him in place. She used the leverage to grind her hips against him with a slow, circular motion that took him deeper than before.I’m the vise of your wet dreams.Her bottom lip hung open as he caved, kissing her with the strength of a man in love. If only his tongue plunging into her mouth could save him from coming.
“Right there,” she urged, humping her hips against his. “Right in my cock-filled cunt.” As his mouth faltered against hers with another ragged breath, she giggled. “Make sure you give it to me.” When her voice crescendoed to a whine? It was genuine. She knew no other way to talk. “Make sure everyone knows you did this to me. I’m yours.”
His control snapped. Her words, the brazen, filthy challenge in her eyes, and the way her body moved to meet his must have been too much. A hoarse, guttural groan tore from his chest as his thrusts became short, sharp, and utterly uncontrolled. Heslammed into her one last brutal time, and Eden felt the first, searing pulse of his release deep inside her. The heat of it, the undeniable claiming, was a final, triumphant act in their power play.And I won.
But it wasn't the end.
With a desperate movement, he pulled out. The abrupt emptiness was a shock. His hands were on her shoulders, not rough, but urgent, shoving her backward. She lost her balance, sliding off the countertop. She expected to hit the tiled floor in an ungainly heap, but he was there, guiding her down, lowering her to her knees as if she were a supplicant before an altar.
She looked up at him from the floor, her vision filled with the sight of his fist wrapped around his hard cock. He was looming over her, his face a mask of agonized pleasure. His other hand tangled in her hair, not to pull, but to hold her in place. He was painting a masterpiece, and she was the canvas.
The first burst of his release hit her cheek, making her flinch as she closed her eyes. The second landed across her lips, the salty, bitter taste an immediate, visceral end that made her want to stick out her tongue. He kept coming, marking her face and chest. It was off-the-charts hot, and the only way – with his hand still in her hair, no less – he could sayMine.
When it was over, he was left standing over her, heavy breaths heaving his chest. Eden remained on her knees, her face a mess of his release as she began to sweat. The air in the bathroom was thick with the scent of sex and chlorine. She didn't move. She didn't wipe her face. She just looked up at him, her eyes wide with a silent acknowledgment of the sheer, unfiltered intensity of what had just happened between them.
Okay, he wins.
He leaned against the counter as he caught his breath. “Not that I expect you to go to the party looking like that…”
She snorted.
“But keep it in mind, hm?”
Eden slid her hand up his naked leg, snaking her fingers beneath the flare of his swim trunks. “How could I forget?”
“Just for that…” Bryce turned on the sink. “I’ll help you clean up.”
She didn’t mind letting him. Not only did it make it more fun, but it meant they got to spend more time together.He'd better find me tonight.As her tongue flicked over her lips and tastedhim,she thought of how hot it would be to have both him and Neal fighting over her in the same room.With sex, of course.She’d sample them both, comparing the saltiness of one to the slight sweetness of the other.All while they violate every piece of me.Hm. She had never used the word “violate” in that context before. Not even in her fantasies.
Eden climbed back up on the counter as Bryce tended to her. “Promise you’ll find me later?” she asked.
He gave her a self-assured look. “You’re my date, aren’t you?”
“Only between us.”
She slightly parted her legs one last time, letting him see his handiwork beneath her bikini. “I don’t know if I can handle it tonight. That’s alotof sex in one weekend.”
Eden was teasing him, and he knew it. Which was why he stared straight into her soul and said, “With me, it’s never too much.”
She would hold him to that.
Chapter 14
Benson
