Chapter 11 Eden #2
The last shudder wracked his body, and he collapsed back against the cabana cushions, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
When the last tremor subsided, she didn't just pull off.
She lingered with a deliberate act of ownership.
Her tongue gave one last, slow, sweeping lick, cleaning him, tasting the lingering salt of her conquest. Then, with aching slowness, she drew back.
His cock, already softening, slid from between her lips with a filthy sound.
It was a final punctuation mark to the night.
Eden didn't wipe her mouth. She let him see it – the swollen, fucked-red state of her lips, and the knowledge that they were coated in him. Her eyes locked with his as she swallowed.
“Now,” she said, her voice a husky, satisfied purr that weaponized the balmy air around them. “You’ve had your goodnight kiss. See you at noon for your real sendoff.”
She rose with a languid grace that belied the ache in her own muscles, re-wrapping the towel around her body with the casual confidence of a queen donning her robes.
Without a backward glance, she turned and walked away, leaving him sprawled and breathless on the cabana bed.
The night air was cold against the wetness she’d left behind.
Eden collapsed onto her bed the moment she arrived back in her room. Her knees sank into the mattress as her face crumpled against the pillow. Normally, she would turn on the TV for a respite, but tonight, all she could think about was blessed sleep.
She was exhausted. Tired. Sore. But somehow… perfectly at peace.
So far, La Mariposa had been everything she did not expect.
Eden knew there would be more sex than she had ever had before in such a short time, but she didn’t expect the sheer amusement that powered through her as she continued to seduce the same two men over and over.
I’m quite pleased with myself, yes. To be paid for it as well? That was the icing on her cake.
But she couldn’t argue how exhausted it left her.
One more day. After Sunday, she could go the whole rest of the year without seeing another dick.
Let alone being touched by one. I think I’ve already met my quota for the next two years…
Not to mention the blissful memories those two had left her.
Granted, she might see someone else the next day, but…
She was a bit attached to the men who had been with her already.
It feels weird to call them Neal and Bryce.
She desperately wondered what their real names were.
What did they do to afford coming to La Mariposa, let alone multiple times?
What were their lives like off the island?
Was this an escape for them, or a necessity?
Would they ever look at her twice outside of her Butterfly whites?
That last thought was the most dangerous one.
Eden was all too aware that her crowning availability as a sexual being was what made them interested in her here.
They didn’t have to figure out awkward thoughts or ask questions to gauge her willingness to have sex with them.
They just did it. Just indulged in whatever fantasy they had right there. With her.
Eden had seen the other guests here. She had even walked by the exhibitionists, taking full advantage of what was available at a whim.
This was an island where guests could touch and penetrate all they wanted, save for the few restrictions.
The passcode and “get out” phrases and undercover security gave the veneer of safety for everyone involved.
So much of the undercover security is women…
Wearing black, doubling as hostesses and background bodies who blended into the scenery but kept an eye on everything going on.
While many of the guests were quite fetching and weren’t terrible to watch in the cabanas, the nightclub, and even the credenza in the middle of a hotel hallway, she was grateful for the two men who had singled her out for their repeated acquaintance.
Eden would have probably been equally impressed with herself if every man had been different that weekend, but there was something egotistically decadent about her pussy’s pull on two men.
And I’m seeing another one as soon as I go on the clock tomorrow.
She fully expected to have the assignment in her mailbox when she awoke.
And if Neal forgot to put in the request for her?
She was originally assigned to be at large around the grounds.
It wouldn’t be too hard to find an excuse to wander back to the private cabana at the rear of the island.
The only unknown was the Sunday night orgy. Every Butterfly who didn’t have prior one-on-one commitments was assigned to the biggest party of the weekend.
Eden had no idea what to expect. This weekend had been one wild ride after another, and it was only entering the final third.
Get your rest, girl. She dragged herself into the bathroom before changing into her pajamas. It didn’t take her long to hit the mattress shortly after brushing her teeth.
That night was one of the most fitful sleeps she had in her life.