Chapter 9 Eden #2
Eden’s fingers curled around him, indulging for a moment in the rigidity that she craved inside her right now.
She began to stroke, her movements slow and achingly deliberate.
She watched Liam's face, the way his jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with lust as she worked him to fully erect.
He was letting her take control, if only for a moment.
It was a gift. And she savored every second – and inch – of it.
When he was pulsing in her hand, so hard it was almost painful, he stopped her. “Enough."
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock teasing and taunting.
He didn’t slam into her like Benson had.
He entered her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, his gaze locked on hers as she struggled to keep her eyes open as her hands wrapped around the back of his head.
He made her gasp at just how delightful it was to be so naughty in a man's kitchen.
He wasn't playing anymore.
Liam's thrusts were deep, rolling motions that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. His hands roamed over her curves, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was both tender and commanding. He was everywhere. In her, on her, around her. And Eden, in that moment, was completely and utterly his.
No one else's. Not even her own, whoever she was.
I don’t want this to ever end. The way these men made love to her was divine bliss.
Even at their roughest, her pleasure was at the center of attention.
And even at their naughtiest, she never once felt like she was somehow lesser than them – let alone lesser than she had been only a year ago.
If anything, she had never felt more alive. I’ve never felt more wanted.
Her thighs were a vise around Liam’s waist, holding him inside of her as they let off a little of the steam that had been building up between them all night.
“Take me to bed,” she murmured in his ear as he continued to cover her skin in kisses.
“Now she wants to go to bed…” Liam drummed his fingers on the counter. “After she got me all hard and trapped inside her hot, delicious cunt.”
“Ooh, say it again.”
“Cunt?”
She giggled. “It kinda rhymes with slut.”
“I’m afraid if I use them both in a sentence, you’ll kick me out of my own home.” Slowly, he pulled out of her before helping Eden down to her feet. “I’ve reached a point in my maturity where I can use one or the other in the bedroom, but not both at once.”
“We’re not in the bedroom yet.”
They were halfway there, though. “You’re right. Slutty cunt.”
She gestured in his direction, still hanging out of his poor pants as they attempted to fall down his legs. “See? Nothing happened. It’s still there, and you’re still in your house.”
“Know where I’d rather be?” Liam asked while opening his bedroom door and ushering her inside.
“Where?”
He slammed the door behind them and quickly joined her on his king-sized bed. “In your slutty cunt.”
Eden gasped. “In your bedroom!”
“You know what else?” Liam didn’t ask questions as she urged him onto his back and tossed her hair over her shoulders. She massaged his cock with one hand and found his with the other. “I’ve got a slutty cock.”
“You sure do,” Eden muttered as she kissed his tip and parted her lips over the head of his cock. She pulled his hand toward her thighs, insinuating he should finger her while she took him into her mouth. “I can’t keep myself off it.”
“Takes one to know one, I guess.”
Liam was soon lost for words as she diligently sucked him in the way she knew he liked best. As his fingers gingerly penetrated her, she moaned, letting the vibrations of her throat stimulate his shaft in between deep breaths that kept her going.
Liam couldn’t fuck her the way she most wanted, but that was okay.
Even a little bit of stimulation helped her stay focused on tasting his cock.
“You enjoying yourself there?” He was propped up against his pillows. Eden side-eyed him with one hand going up his sweater. “We always end up with it in your mouth.”
She took a break long enough to tease him. But where her mouth had been a moment ago, her hand now took over. Give me a moment to look into his closing eyes and scrunching mouth. Yes. Just like that.
“You’ve got a cock made for sucking.” Eden lightly smacked it, teeth tight on her bottom lip, while Liam groaned. Precum glistened against the head before covering her fingers. Oh, he liked that.
“You’re not the first to tell me that.”
“Liam,” she gently chastised the man who was already on another planet. “Really? To the woman you’ve brought home? You’re gonna talk about others making love to you with their mouths?”
“Maybe I want to be a slut, too.”
“As long as you’re thinking about me right now.”
“Who the fuck else would I be thinking of?”
She squeezed him with her whole fist before lowering her head again.
Eden worked him slowly, knowing that this was probably her only chance this weekend.
Her lips sealed around him, creating a tight, warm sheath.
Each withdrawal was a slow tease. Each descent an opportunity to leave her mark on his memory once and for all.
His hips twitched. A low groan rolled through him.
His fingers, still inside her, stilled their exploration. He was lost.
Eden watched him from beneath her lashes. His head was thrown back, exposing the strong line of his throat. His eyes were closed. His lips were slightly parted, soft, silent sighs escaping with each breath. He was a beautiful sight, a man completely undone by pleasure.
By her. Yet...
A sliver of doubt, sharp and cold, pierced through her mindful moment.
Who was he seeing? Was it her face he pictured when he closed his eyes?
Or was it someone else? A ghost from his past?
Another woman who had done this very thing to him in this very bed?
The thought was a curious thing, but it slightly tainted the sweet intimacy they shared.
She wanted to believe it was her, that her touch was enough to erase all others.
But she couldn't be sure. And that uncertainty was a bitter pill to swallow.
What right do I have to think that in this situation, anyway?
She pushed the thought away, refusing to let it ruin this. She doubled her efforts, her movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. She would be the one he remembered that weekend. She would be the one who made him lose himself.
He was close. So close. She could feel it in the way he throbbed against her tongue and in the way his fingers clenched the comforter.
Eden's head came up with a gasp. Suddenly, the room was upside down.
One moment, she was in control, the architect of his pleasure.
The next, she was on her back, the cool comforter a shock against her fevered skin.
Liam had moved with a speed and force that stole her breath.
He was on her, in her, before she could even register the change.
His hands pinned her shoulders to the mattress, his weight a delicious, crushing anchor that shackled her to his bed.
The gentle lover was gone. In his place was a man possessed.
He thrust into her, hard and deep, as if this were his last chance to prove to her that he was perfectly capable of pleasuring her with nothing but penetration.
The headboard slammed against the wall with a wild, reckless pace that mirrored the desperate force of his movements.
It was almost too much. The pleasure was so intense, it bordered on pain.
He was using her body, taking what he needed with a raw, unrestrained hunger that was simply. .. exhilarating.
She was a vessel. A thing to be fucked. And wasn't it incredible?
A heady, empowering surge coursed through her. This was her doing. She had reduced him to this. Eden had unmade the sophisticated, controlled man and unleashed this beast. That's right, slut, you brought this out of him.
She met his ferocity with her own, her nails digging into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. She wasn't just withstanding it. She was thriving in it. This was her power. As long as she could breathe and take his force, she would give it all right back.
“You like that?” he growled, his words a hot, ragged breath in his pillow.
“I love it,” she gasped. “Don't stop, Liam. Fuck me like you mean it.”
His response was a sound of victory as he drove into her, again and again, pushing them both toward the precipice. He was completely lost, and she was the one who had led him there.
Liam's movements became less rhythmic, more erratic, a frantic dance of need. The air crackled with the raw energy of it, the room filling with the sound of ragged breaths and the symphony of their bodies meeting in a rhythm as old as time.
This was her element. This was where she shone.
Not in the quiet moments of conversation, not in the polite exchanges of daily life, but here, in the heat of the moment, where she could reduce a man to his most basic instincts.
She was a goddess of lust, a siren of desire, and he was her willing devotee, lost in the throes of a pleasure so intense it was a kind of madness.
And he's not the only one. It was a damn good thing that Liam and Benson had locked her down for the foreseeable future, because what other fury could she unleash upon the world?
Her pussy alone had sent these men over the edge plenty of times in just one week.
Her hips rose to meet each powerful thrust. Do it to me.
His name was a mantra of desire that she chanted with each breath.
“Liam... Liam... Liam!” He was at her mercy.
And in that moment, as he stood at the edge of oblivion, Eden felt a surge of power so intoxicating it was dizzying.
She was the one in control, the one who held his pleasure in the palm of her hand.
She was the one who would decide when he fell.
And she wanted to see him fall.
“Take me...” Next time, her voice was louder. “Do it!”
That was all it took. The dam broke.
Liam shuddered against her, a long, drawn-out groan escaping his lips as he climaxed inside of her.
His body went limp, a dead weight on top of her, but she didn't mind.
She held him close, her arms wrapped around his trembling form.
She reveled in how hard he breathed and how much he sweated against her.
She had done this. She had brought him to this.
And as she lay there, basking in the aftermath of their shared passion, she knew, with the certainty that settled deep in her bones, that this was where she was meant to be.
This was her calling. This was her power.
Making men like them fall at her feet and call her love.