She tried to focus on Neal, on the weight of him on her tongue, the taste of him, but her body was a traitor, surrendering completely to the pleasure building behind her. Every powerful thrust from Bryce pushed her forward, forcing Neal deeper into her throat.Feels familiar…She was no longer in control. Eden was simply a conduit for them, a willing participant in this beautiful act.
“You look so good when you’re getting fucked like this,” Neal grunted, his voice hoarse with desire. He wrapped a hand in her hair, guiding her, not forcing her, but setting a pace that matched Bryce behind her. “He’s using me to fuck you. Can you feel that? How filthy you are? How much you belong to us both?”
Bryce’s response was unexpected, since Eden had no idea he could hear them over the music and the other sounds of sexual merriment in the orgy. Yet he increased the pace, the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies slapping together as if he had something to prove. “She feels it,” he grunted, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust that made Eden gasp. “She feels everything. Her little cunt was so full of that, and now it’s full of me. And she loves it. Don’t you, Brim? Tell him how much you love having two cocks inside you.”
Eden could only moan her agreement, the vibrations humming around Neal's shaft. She was lost in a haze of sensation, a sea of pleasure so intense she was afraid she would drown if she didn’t concentrate on breathing. The worldhad shrunk to this one moment, to the three of them, tangled together in a carnal knot.
Bryce reached around, his fingers finding her clit. The contact was instant. He didn't rub. He sent her to the moon. Eden’s legs began to tremble, her body shaking with the force of the orgasm building deep within her. It was a monster, threatening to bite her in half if she didn’t fight it back like the caged animal it should be.
“Come for me,” Neal commanded, his voice a dominant growl. “Come on his cock while you’re sucking mine. Show us how much you need us.”
Her body obeyed. The orgasm that tore through her was not a gentle wave this time. It was a fucking tsunami ripping through her with the intent to kill, stealing her breath, her vision, her very thoughts. Her entire world narrowed to a pinpoint of pleasure that expanded outward, consuming everything in its path. Her screams were choked off by Neal’s cock as he held her head in place, forcing her to take him deeper as her body convulsed around Bryce's shaft.
Her inner muscles clenched. Bryce slammed into her one last time, a groan tearing from his chest as he erupted inside her. He pumped her full of his release, a hot flood that mingled with Neal's, filling her so completely she thought she might break apart from the sheer overwhelming fullness of it.
At almost the same moment, Neal’s control finally snapped. He gripped her head, his body going rigid as a strangled cry escaped his lips. Eden felt the hot, salty pulse of his seed in her throat, a final, intimate claiming that completed the circuit. She swallowed, her body still shaking from the aftershocks of her own orgasm, the taste of him mingling with the taste of her own pleasure.
The intensity of it all, the sheer filth of being filled by both men at once, sent her spiraling into a second, smaller orgasm that left her shaking on the ottoman.
“My turn to see.”
Eden didn’t even look at Neal as she pushed back through the curtain, collapsing back against Bryce’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her. Eden’s legs fell open on the ottoman. As Bryce slightly stroked her nipples and whispered more sweet, naughty nothings in her ear, Neal put his face between her legs and showed her a renewed appreciation of how much of her time – and body – she had given them this weekend.
“Oh, my God,” she whined as Bryce chuckled at her hedonistic misery. “Fuck yes…”
“What a lucky bastard.” Bryce held her like a vise against him. “Keep giving him your cunt if that’s what he wants. I’ve got what I want right here.”
He sucked the side of her throat as he groped her chest. Neal kept her legs wide open as the dual claiming of her pussy was his to enjoy however he wanted. Bryce let his head eventually fall back as Eden’s eyes likewise rolled back. She didn’t come again, but Neal had an expert way of coaxing every drop out of her using nothing but his tongue.
There were a few minutes of rest, finally. Eden remained hanging open. She knew how it must have looked on the other side of the curtain.I don’t care. Everyone, come check it out.
“You keep lying like this, and another man might fuck you, too.”
Bryce certainly sounded like he wanted that. So when Neal eventually slipped his cock back into her and gently fucked her one last time – because ofcoursehe would be the last to mark her – Eden sighed against Bryce’s chest.
“Yes…”
“You’re being fucked again, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She pushed back against him. In the last moments they all had together, she decided to lie. “I have no idea who it is.”
It was her gift to Neal, who soon got to have the last word with Bryce, a man he never saw and barely heard. As Eden whimpered her way through it, too touched to cry out or meet his thrusts, Bryce continued to suck her throat and enjoy every second of it.
Eden didn’t know what to do with the part of her that still wanted more.
Chapter 16
Liam
He didn’t turn on the light in his room when he returned not long after. Instead, Liam went straight to the shower. And while that was just good sense after what he had joined in on, he was driven more by the need to commit himself to some silent void where he could be alone with his thoughts.
Liam didn’t turn the lights on in the bathroom, either. He stood there, beneath the showerhead, filling the room with steam and the ghosts of his past. Because while he loved a good party that brought people together under the guise of sex, something about Brim and the other guy had brought upmemories.
Which was strange. Nothing else about La Mariposa had hit him quite like that party. And he doubted that he would think as much about it if it weren’t for howperfectBrim was for Liam’s ideal life.Me, her, and some other guy we could trust.Liam did not relate to his fellow men who extolled the attraction ofa threesome with two women. For Liam, it was about putting one woman in the center of a worshipful relationship where she could rightfully feel like the boundless beauty she was. Or, at least, that was how he explained it to the men in his life.
Well, at least the men who got it that far in his acquaintanceship… Wyatt didn’t get to know anything about that, and Liam spent more time with him than almost anyone else.
“How was your time in the Caribbean?”he could imagine a distant friend who knew about La Mariposa would ask. If Liam were truthful and said,“I saw one woman the whole weekend. She was that perfect!”that friend would be shocked. For one, that wasn’t the point of the resort.I’m supposed to sample many beautiful ladies, they would tell me.Except Liam would use his privileges at the resort however he saw fit.
