Chapter 11 Eden
Eden
With her dress ruined, Eden had to either walk back to her room naked or steal a towel from Bryce’s bathroom. I can’t stay the night. She wanted to, but every Butterfly had to be in her room by one in the morning. The resort took its working hours quite seriously.
Normally, she would appreciate it, but as she slowly took the long route back to the hotel with nothing but a towel and her shoes dangling from her hand, she couldn’t help but think about how exhausted she was… and how badly she wanted to fall asleep in Bryce’s arms.
He’s so… wonderful… Sure, he had nearly broken her in half from fucking her all evening, but Eden wasn’t complaining.
Every round of sex that weekend, be it with him or Neal, had been divine.
Be it a hard, fast quickie or the long, languid lovemaking that a few hours offered, Eden was in heaven.
She didn’t want to go back to the mainland, let alone to her mundane life where she didn’t get this kind of attention. It simply didn’t exist.
This place had become as much of a fantasy for her as it had for the guests.
The night breeze blew her hair back. It also fluttered the white, sheer sheets around the lonely cabana in the back of the property, where people could go, and sometimes Butterflies were assigned for spontaneous liaisons.
Someone was in there now. Eden looked away to give them privacy, but she soon realized it was one man enjoying the moonlit night.
When she looked closer, she realized it was Neal.
“Well…” He greeted her with a chuckle. “I see your evening date kept you busy.”
She stood before him, unashamed but intrigued by his curiosity. “You have no idea.”
“Around here…” He laughed. “You’re either Five-Minute Fred or Love-Long-Time Lou. He must have been the latter.” Neal gestured to her towel. “What happened to your clothes?”
“Funny story about that.” Her legs ached from the rigor Bryce put her through, so she leaned against the cabana bed where Neal had been drinking a beer and writing in a journal. “I didn’t have much time to change, so I was wearing the same dress you saw me in earlier.”
“Oh, that’s naughty.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Though you might like that detail.”
“Only if it’s true. But then again, when on La Mariposa, might as well lie.”
“Yeah, well, he ripped it off me. Totally ruined it.”
“Sounds like a beast.”
She hesitated before looking around. Technically, she was off the clock. She wasn’t supposed to fraternize with guests past midnight.
But she pulled open her towel and showed him the red marks from Bryce’s heavy touch still lingering on her body. Turned out he was a bit of a spanker during round two.
“You tell me.”
“Oh, my.” Neal couldn’t take his eyes off her. “You are a massive tease, aren’t you?”
She left the towel open for him to admire her. Take it all in, Mr. Exhibitionism. “And you actually like the idea of sharing a woman with a stranger you’ve never met, huh?”
“I’ve got no shame about it.” He held up a hand to touch her, but waited for her to nod before wrapping his palm around her thigh.
She was halfway to straddling one of his legs already.
God, I am too tired for more sex. She had taken a rigorous shower before leaving the cottage with the towel she used to dry off.
But… with Neal here… Right. I’ve loved fucking another guy, too.
What was a girl to do? “Hell, Brim, if you hadn’t satisfied me so well this afternoon, I would have been riding a train tonight.
Do I blame you for missing out on that?”
She giggled. “Whatever floats your boat.”
“That’s the great thing about this place. Absolutely no judgment. Just whatever kind of sex you want for three days. It’s a shame I’ve gotta leave early in the afternoon.”
Something about that made her queasy. “You still do?”
“I’ve got a meeting back home. I should be taking you to the orgy as my date.”
There she was, laughing again. “That could be fun.”
“Instead, I’ll have to make do with wondering how I can see you one more time before I go. You don’t even start your shift until noon. Jeez, will your pussy be able to handle it?”
“I think it can make an exception for you.” She batted her eyelashes, both because she was sleepy and because it was fun. “As long as you’re gentle.”
“I can make no promises what the me of 12:30 tomorrow will be like. I just know I’d love for you to be my sweet sendoff.”
“If you put in the request tonight, I guarantee they’ll have me assigned to this cabana for you at noon. Unless you’d rather have me in a cabana by the pool for the bartender to watch.”
“Could also have you just sent to my room.”
“I think I know you well enough by now to know that you need the thrill of more people being able to see.”
“That I’ve got the most beautiful woman in the resort in my lap? Absolutely.”
His hand caressed her stomach before gently bouncing one of her breasts. He leaned closer, his breath on her skin.
“What I would give to taste him on you.”
She shuddered, an absolute feat after how complete she had felt after more than one round with Bryce. “Sorry, I took a shower. He’s all gone.’
“Darn. Here I have you for a second time, right after another man has done to you what I’d love to again, and I don’t get any of the benefits. You’re always showering.”
His fingers traveled to her inner thigh. Eden gently brushed him away.
“I’m sorry. I’m really… tender.”
“Hmm, he’s that thorough, huh?”
“You both are.”
“Such a tease, Brim.”
“You’ll have to wait until tomorrow. We can pretend you’re getting the sloppy seconds first thing in the day.”
“But it’s hotter right now.”
She thought about it, but not only could she get in trouble if they were caught, but she was tender.
In the kind of way that she knew would be pushing it too far if she acquiesced to his desire that night.
“How about a sendoff right now?” She pushed him aside, making room for herself on the cabana bed as her head went toward his lap.
His resort pants were easy enough to tuck down.
“He wasn’t as interested in my mouth, so it’s ready to go. ”
“Fucking hell.” He did nothing to move out of the way as she stroked him the rest of the way to life and parted her lips over the head of his cock. “You’re an angel.”
You’re not the first one to call me that tonight.
He was right, though. This was her heavenly domain. This was the control she could wield, even when her body was too spent for another round of pounding pleasure. With Bryce, she had been taken, consumed. With Neal, she would be the one to devour.
She didn't start slow. There was no teasing, no delicate exploration. She took him into her mouth with a single, confident downward glide. Her lips, swollen and sensitive from Bryce’s kisses, formed a perfect, tight seal around the base of his shaft.
The engulfing heat pulled a sharp hiss from Neal, his hand automatically flying to the back of her head.
He was right. She was an angel. A fallen one, with a mouth made for sin.
She held him there for a heartbeat, feeling him pulse against her tongue, the heavy weight of him driving her crazy.
She then hollowed her cheeks, creating a vacuum that threatened to pull him straight out of his body.
Her tongue swirled around the head, tracing the sensitive ridge and dipping into the slit to taste the salty bead of precum that welled there.
Her head bobbed, a steady, hypnotic rhythm.
She was giving him pleasure, but she was dictating every second of it.
One of her hands came up to cup him, her fingers gently massaging him.
The other pressed flat against his lower stomach, a subtle way to feel the tightening of his abdominal muscles and the hitch in his breath that signaled his rising need to come.
“That’s it,” he groaned. His hips lifted, a small, involuntary thrust, seeking to bury himself deeper. She let him, then pulled back, denying him the full depth. She was teaching him that this was her show. She wanted to hear him lose it.
She changed her technique with a sharp flick of her tongue against the most sensitive spot, followed by a long, slow pull.
Her cheeks caved in, eyes lifting to meet his.
They were dark, hooded, alight with power.
She saw the struggle on his face, the way he gritted his teeth, and the tightening of the grip he had on her hair.
He was fighting it, fighting the release she so expertly coaxed from him.
“Holy hell, thinking about you with him…” Neal couldn’t keep her gaze as he leaned back and let her swallow him down her throat. “Knowing how fucking tight and hot your pussy is. Probably was a big brute fucking it wide open.”
She purred around his cock. He had such a way of describing the other man, it was almost like he was there.
“He should be here right now showing how he does it.” There it was. The caveman grunt that made it all worth it to Eden. “Making you struggle to take my cock in your mouth. And we’re making you feel so good while you give us all of you… fuck.”
She doubled her efforts. Her movements became faster, more urgent. She took him deep into her throat, suppressing the gag reflex until her nose brushed against the hair at his base. The shock of it, the absolute surrender of her throat to his cock, was what finally broke him.
“Fuck, I'm gonna –” His warning was cut short by a strangled cry.
She felt him swell in her mouth. A final, throbbing pulse appeared before the first hot jet of his release hit the back of her throat.
She didn’t pull back. She held on, her lips locked around him, swallowing as he came, her throat working to take every last drop.
His hands were no longer just in her hair.
They were clamped on the sides of her head, holding her in place, a dominant gesture of claiming as he poured himself into her.