Neal no longer held back. The gentleman who had entered her with a controlled, teasing thrust was gone, replaced by animal instinct. He slammed into her, each impact a seismic event that jolted her entire body forward. Her teeth scraped against Bryce's shaft. The control Bryce had cherished, the illusion of her complete attention, fractured.
“Sorry,” she gasped, the apology hurled from her lips by another brutal thrust. Neal’s hands were vises on her hips, pulling her back to meet him. Her breath was stolen. Her thoughts? Scattered. “He's about to explode.” She felt it with every second that made him swell more within her. “He’s gonna come in me before you.”
“Good.”
His one-word response was music to her ears. He didn't care. He didn't give a fuck that Neal was claiming her, that he was about to bless her cunt with his release. Bryce was content to watch – a spectator to her downfall.
Bryce's hands found her hair, but he didn't force her down. Instead, he cradled her head, his thumbs stroking her temples as if to soothe the violent storm rocking her back and forth. “Just let it happen,” he said. “Let him take you. Let him fill you. And then you're going to come back to me and show me what a good girl you are.”
She almost faltered.
“Show me on your face. Show me how it feels.”
That was a match to gasoline. The last thread of Eden’s control, of the performative aspect of Brim, the Butterfly, disintegrated. What was left was just a woman left in this stimulated body. She locked her eyes on Bryce, her gaze no longer teasing or playful, but desperate, pleading, and utterly possessed by the moment. By the men who couldn’t stop touching and fucking her all weekend.
It was a silent conversation across the foot of distance between them.I’m sorry. I can’t help it. He’s going to make me… and I’m going to like it.
Neal’s thrusts became slower but heavier. His grip on her hips bruised her, a desperate, final claim. A choked curse filled the air, and then he buried himself to the hilt, grinding against her as if he could fuse their bodies.
“Holy fucking shit,” she whimpered, still staring into Bryce’s eyes as her hand slowly worked his cock. Warmth spread through her as Neal hurled another heavy thrust into her. “I want it so bad.”
“Want what?”
“Him!”
Neal’s orgasm tore her asunder. She could feel the pulse and the final, powerful throb as he emptied himself. Her own body convulsed around him in a sympathetic, secondary release that left her limp.
He remained inside her for a few heartbeats before slowly withdrawing. The loss was immediate. A sudden emptiness that was quickly filled by the sensation of Neal’s release beginning to trickle down her inner thigh. She was finally marked by one of them.
And Bryce had witnessed it. His expression was one of triumph. He didn’t look angry or jealous. He looked…
Like exactly what she needed in her life.
Eden didn’t wait for anyone to tell her what to do. She used the last of her bumbling strength to turn around, presenting her pussy to the man who instantly muttered that she was agood girl.When Eden opened her eyes on the other side of the curtain, it was to Neal, barely holding it together against the ottoman. His cock was still half hard.
“My God,” he said with the breath he soon found. “You look amazing.”
“I loved that,” she whispered. “So fucking hot.”
He got down on his knees before her. “I hope he liked that.”
From the way Bryce forked his fingers around her pussy and opened her up to his lustful eyes?So. Naughty.So filthy and so naughty in a room that was full of nothing but.
“I think he did. Did you?”
“I’ll let you know when he’s had a turn with you. It’s not fair he got to see you come on my cock and not the other way around.”
“What is up with you two?” Nevertheless, Eden purged a laugh from her body as she angled her hips down to Bryce’s lap. He took the hint and was all too happy to spear her right in the wet, stretched cunt. Neal grabbed her by the arms as Eden’s balance faltered. “I can’t take it. This is too hot for me.”
“You can take it.” Neal grinned when he realized that the bobbing of her body was because she was already fucking another man. This time, Bryce was not inclined to hold back his own strength. Eden had to grab the edges of the ottoman again to keep in place for him. “Come on. Give him the orgasm of his weekend.”
“I will…” she moaned, “if you give me that.”
She motioned to his half-erect cock. If nothing else, she had an oral fixation to go with her night.
There was no preamble. Bryce, having been a patient, observant spectator for long enough, slammed into her with the force of a desperate man. The slickness of Neal’s release easedthe way, allowing him to bottom out with a single, eager thrust that stole the air from Eden's lungs. She cried out right in front of Neal, who only got harder again.
This was different. Neal had been a storm of claiming her before anyone else could. Bryce was an earthquake. That deep, resonant power that seemed to shake her very foundation. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging in, and set a demanding rhythm that was difficult to keep up with.
