Chapter 3
Eden
Everything about the Low Light party, which many of the Butterflies had been assigned to that night, was exactly out of a party from The Dark Hour, or from the crazy stories Eden had heard about a certain club in New York City that made all sorts of fantasies come true.
Yet to find herself here? Among the darkened, pinkish-toned rooms as she wandered around in nothing but a glow-in-the-dark white T-shirt that barely covered her hips?
She was nervous. But it was the electric kind of nerves that made her nipples hard and her whole body warm.
I am so getting some here. She tried to contain herself as she came upon a couple of guests, but they were already tended to by other Butterflies looking to score some wristbands. Both of Eden’s wrists were still empty. Wasn’t that a bother?
Sure, she was assigned to this party for another hour if she hadn’t hit quota yet, but after this?
I just found out I have to spend an hour in the showers.
Blair had warned her that sometimes light “hazing” occurred like that.
New girls got the triple shifts that others didn’t immediately sign up for.
In this case, since she hadn’t scored at the pool, Eden was hitting the showers in more ways than one after this.
Hopefully, it would be good for her.
She picked a loveseat to rest her feet for a bit.
Somewhere around the corner, she heard a guest losing his mind as some talented Butterfly surely tended to his needs.
That could be me… any minute… Honestly, the party wasn’t as hopping as she was led to believe.
They had staffed at least twelve Butterflies that night, but so far, Eden had only seen a handful of guests.
Maybe they just weren’t showing up yet. Or maybe they thought parties like this were gauche.
How is a girl supposed to get her fantasy on, too, if nobody shows up? Hmph!
Someone came around the corner. The moment Eden realized it was a guest, he sat next to her.
Oh. Here we go…
He was on the larger side: broad-shouldered, long legs that jutted out from where he sat, and a head that sat far above hers. Hi, there… Hm. Maybe she should say that out loud.
So she introduced herself. He responded, a deep and resonant voice awakening her from the stupor she had been in.
Oh, please, pick me… Should Eden make herself sexier?
Could he even see her if she leaned in and hoisted her breasts up toward his face?
Should she just climb into his lap and get this party going?
After she said something cheeky about liking these kinds of environments – and laughing like an idiot – she hopped up on her feet and swayed her hips in his direction.
She didn’t expect it to have an immediate effect.
“Blue skies.”
Eden’s heart pounded in her chest as her feet got sweaty in her flats and her fingers curled into her palm in anticipation.
He said it. The first part of that day’s passcode.
If Eden was agreeable – and he knew she would be, barring truly indecent behavior or if she was on her way off the clock – she would say the second half.
Then the fun really began.
“Warm thighs.”
The last thing Eden expected was to be kissed, let alone by her first guest. Yet this man, with his haunting breadth and smoky aftershave, leaned in and planted his mouth on hers the moment she gave the passcode.
Oh, God, it’s happening.
Out of all available women in this room… he chose her. Eden. Brim. Whatever he thought her name was.
And his tongue was already inside her, twisting around hers and promising more if she would just hurry up and spread her legs while the music droned and the eager moans from only a few yards away made love to her ears.
It’s happening. He reached beneath her shirt, revealing her bare mound and hips to the world, although his body blocked hers.
One hand hit the wall behind her while the other searched for her breasts.
Eden made the most pathetic, most exciting sound as he groped her right there, another Butterfly passing by out of the corner of her eye.
Back off. This one’s mine. She hoped he thought the same thing about her.
Unless the guests dictated otherwise, Eden could touch back all she wanted.
So she did. She planted her palms against his chest, snaking beneath his open shirt as he had hers.
Hot damn, that’s a hard chest. She made more of her sweet sounds as one of his legs urged hers open.
He took one of her hands and lowered it to his bulge.
Sure enough, his cock strained against his pants.
The man was prepared – he wasn’t wearing anything beneath his linen pants.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he growled. “Like an animal, I have to have you right here. Before any other man touches you.”
Ripples of excitement jolted through Eden, who was about to slide down the wall if he didn’t stop her.
And why would he? They were right next to a loveseat.
Nobody had sat down to watch, so it was all his as he sat right in the middle of it and pulled his cock out of his pants.
Eden knew he had, yet she couldn’t see it. Not with his hand wrapped around it.
“Ride me,” he commanded.
This. Is. Happening.
Eden couldn’t say no. Couldn’t, because she wanted to make quota and get her payday.
Couldn’t, because she was so turned on that this giant of a man wanted her first. “Y… yes… sir.” She didn’t want to sound so meek, but how could she help it?
Thus far, this had been a fantasy. The thought of straddling a man’s lap in the middle of the nightclub, even with the faintest of lights on above them, was impossible to anticipate.
A million scenarios had run through Eden’s head, yet here she was, having her shirt pulled up around her shoulders so he could lean forward and suck her nipple while two of his thick fingers rubbed her pussy.
“Oh, my God.”
Her being turned on must have only driven him crazier.
“That’s my line,” he hissed against her nipple before sucking it again.
Eden flung her head back, her hair long enough to brush against his knees as he penetrated her with one finger.
As she gasped, clenching almost immediately, he pulled her closer so he could suck her throat instead.
“Tell me you want my cock, Brim. I have to hear you say it.”
The head of his cock brushed against her thigh.
Holy shit. It’s big. Big enough to make her eyes widen.
“Yes, sir.” More confidence entered her voice as she realized she was getting what she came here for.
“I want your cock.” She toyed with it using nothing but her thighs and her opening.
Without his finger in there, she was hungry for something else. “Use me.”
Use me. Not “fuck me.” Not “take me.” Use me. That was part of the fantasy, for both him and her.
Another woman cried out in the distance. The party had long been in full swing, and here Eden was, joining in as she lowered her hips to take this stranger’s cock inch by wonderful inch.
“Fuck!” She braced herself against the loveseat, her thighs already shaking as his hands clamped around her ass. “Oh, God!” She wasn’t as used to bareback as he might expect. I’m not as used to other things, either.
“I said…” He surged up into her, quieting Eden with her own silent scream of pleasure. “That’s my line. Now, fucking ride me.”
With her fingers clinging to the back of the loveseat, she moved her pelvis up and down, acclimating to his size as she slowly opened up to him by the second.
What a fucking great angle. She had honestly never done it like this before.
With anyone. I love it. She was in full control, but he could take over at any moment.
She wanted him to. But for now, she rode him.
“Oh, shit, that’s it.” Although he leaned his head back, all focus was still on her as she drove herself on him. “Ride me ‘til you come.”
Even though she couldn’t reach her clit, Eden was pretty sure that wouldn’t take long.
Between a fantasy coming to life and this stranger needing her so urgently, she was liable to climax at any moment.
This is so damn hot. She kept that to herself, her only sounds the eager moans falling from her lips.
His cock soon met her thrusts with the kind of urgency that suggested he wanted to come quickly.
Maybe he had his own quota he wanted to meet tonight.
Hell, maybe Eden was his first taste so he could last longer with someone else later.
She didn’t care. Right now, in this moment, she was on cloud nine with his cock ramming up into her with every downward thrust she gave him.
“I’m coming…” she whined, unable to believe it herself. “I’m…”
He lifted her off him right as she was about to peak. Fuck, fuck, fuck put it back in! She dripped her desire all over him, much to his hand’s amusement as it brushed against her clit and made her groan so deeply that he must have been quite smug about it.
Eden was barely on the planet anymore. She mostly remained in place as he maneuvered out from beneath her, slamming her face down into the loveseat with one knee up on the back and her hands catching her fall. He said nothing as he fucked her from behind.
Eden didn’t say much that was coherent, either. She buried her face in the cushion. Not out of shame, but to focus on the intensely gratifying sensation burrowing into her with every one of his quick and hungry thrusts.
Use me. Eden could get used to this. She was already used to this. La Mariposa was dangerous. This lifestyle was dangerous. Usemeusemeuseme.
He was going for it. She could tell from his hardy movements and how deeply he claimed her at an even better angle.
I knew he could take control at any moment, and he did.
Eden moaned loudly, right into the cushion.
For the brief moment she absorbed her surroundings, she heard more than a few of her fellow Butterflies entertaining the guests.
One shrieked in delight from clear on the other side of the club.
Another laughed. Someone passed by, close enough to see them but keeping to themselves.
Then Eden blocked them out. There was only her and this stranger fucking on this loveseat.
When his breath ran short, and his cock swelled within her, Eden dared to reach between her legs and find her clit. The moment she touched it, she cried out, her muffled sounds urging him to claim her as her first in this place.
She felt his release before she heard his roar of pleasure.
Hot damn, he’s so warm. The first burst of his cock filled her deep before he slightly pulled out and slammed into her again.
Eden sat as still as she could, aside from rubbing her clit.
Every inch of her still shuddered in orgasm.
Even when he gave her another round of seed that made her eyes snap open and her mouth cover her own wrist in suppressed passion.
His hands remained clung to her hips and massaged her thighs as he slowed his thrusts.
Gradually, Eden lowered her hand and merely rode out the fluttering moments of her first encounter.
Her guest took his time pulling out of her, his slick cock gliding against her slit and making her toss her head back and shiver.
“That’s right.” Both of his index fingers pulled her pussy open. Eden was completely exposed to the darkness of the club, his seed dripping on her thigh before she felt it move inside her. “No matter who else you fuck on this island, you were mine first. You took my cock first.”
Why is that so hot!
He pulled one of the black bands off his wrist and placed it in her hand.
Eden was frozen in place, her ass still up in the air and her head barely coming up for air.
Hair plastered against her sweaty forehead.
God, did she love it. Even him sticking his fingers back in her, holding his marking inside her kept her hot, bothered, and wanting more, despite such an intense orgasm.
“Think of me when you fuck the next guy.”
He pulled out his fingers and smacked his wet hand against her ass. Eden shuddered and waited for him to walk away before lowering her legs and sitting up. She was alone in her corner of the club until a hostess clad in black passed by with a platter of empty glasses.
Should she wait for someone else? Or tap out now that she had a band?
“You okay?”
The hostess had double-backed to check on her. Right. Eden was easy to see with her giant, glowing shirt.
“Yeah…” She let out a hearty sigh. “Fucking yeah, I’m fine.”
“All right.” The hostess left.
Eden decided to tap out. She still had another assignment that night and wanted to take the next hour to replay the past ten minutes in her head.
Over. And over again.