The words were a dam breaking. Her body convulsed again, a fresh orgasm ripping through her, more intense than the last. His voice answered hers.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, angel.”
His cock was swelling inside her, stretching her impossibly wider. In her pussy, it was a welcome pressure, a fullness that made her clench, as if her sole purpose was to get it out of him. This was different. This was a solid, undeniable presence. A knot of pure, rigid flesh locked her in place. Every throb was a jolt, an intense, almost painful pleasure that shot up her spine.
She loved it. The difference was everything. In her cunt, she could grip and ripple around him. Here, she could only take it. Only submit to the sheer, overwhelming reality of him growing, hardening, preparing to burst. It was a powerlessness that was the ultimate power. The feeling was so alien, so exquisite, it made her head spin. She was a vessel, built for this moment, for this swelling, for the coming eruption.
Eden had already come twice. She didn’t think she could again, but it didn’t stop her from blissing out as he slammed his cock to the hilt, the vibrator still deep inside her. Until she lost grip on it and it fell out, anyway.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, hands bracing against her shoulders. “Eden…”
He never finished that thought. Benson was coming, and he was more focused on giving her a little in the ass before pulling out and covering her with his hard-earned pleasure.
Eden sat perfectly still and took it. Her knees shook, but she didn’t care. She could hardly see, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t even sure she said anything as he held her open and shot his heat right into her.
“Come here.” He was pulling her down onto her back before those words were even out of his mouth. Because her mouth was open, anticipating what he wanted.
“Ah…” She closed her eyes as the last of his orgasm hit her right on the extended tongue. Eden attempted to swallow it, but there was more, and it landed on her swollen lips. She nearly choked, but it only made her feel more decadently abased.
Benson slumped against the wall, his cock quickly softening as Eden lay there in her bed, messy and completely sated. She wiped her mouth and finally turned off the humming vibrator. The silence was replaced with their panting breaths.
“That was fucking great,” she said in one exhale.
He glanced at her, neither perplexed nor amused. “And here I was gonna say something really hot about how I just got every one of your holes.”
“Yeah, that was fucking great, too.”
They sat there on her bed together, Benson against the wall and Eden lying beneath him, her hand moving between his strong arm and her tender body. Benson eventually lifted herhand to his mouth and kissed it. Whatever he muttered against her fingertips, she couldn’t hear, but she was sure it was sweet.
After all, even when he owned every inch of her, Benson was one of the sweetest men she knew.
Chapter 8
Liam
Liam’s approach to work and love was that the two did not mix. His work meetings, late nights of research, and renting conference rooms to go over things with Wyatt rarely included details about his personal life. After all, Wyatt didn’t even know that his investment partner had gone to a place like La Mariposa. He hadn’t known about Benson, even though some of Liam’s hardest working years were in the wake of their breakup. He didn’t know anything about Liam’s predilections, and Liam didn’t know anything about Wyatt’s.
Which was kinda weird, when he stared at his business partner from across a conference table and realized that he didn’t even know if the man was seeing anyone.
“What?”
Wyatt had looked up from his laptop and caught Liam staring at him. At first, Liam was embarrassed. Then he did his usualthing – brush it off with a joke before putting his eyes back on his own paper.
He was aware that Wyatt was still looking at him. The wiry man who was only a couple of years older than Liam had a perceptive way of knowing something was up. Probably because Liam was terrible at hiding his emotions when he really felt them.
“What’s wrong?” That sigh wasn’t concern – well, not concern forLiam.The thing about Wyatt was that he was the real glue that held their business together.The professional. That’s him.Liam wooed and was easily wooed, but it was Wyatt who read between the lines and used facts and numbers to analyze whether they should invest in Liam’s gut feelings.I’ve got the spirit; he’s got the noggin’.It was a partnership as old as time, but it didn’t exactly foster any camaraderie between them. On a list of his top ten friends… well, Wyatt wasn’t on it.
Who the hell is on it?What a time to have that revelation.
“Nothing,” Liam said.
“Something’s up. What is it?”
“Nothing to do with work.”
“Oh, so it’s worse. What girl is breaking your heart this time?”
“Who said anything about that?”
