Chapter 13 Eden #2
“I think you want to be the primary man a woman has in her life. Her anchor.” Eden slyly opened her robe as she rolled onto her side, letting the sun hit her skin. “The one she actually goes to bed with at night, but this place doesn’t let us do that.”
“The real but, though?”
“Hmm.” Eden dangled over the armrest of her lounge chair, careful not to tip herself over. I’d land right in his lap, though. Still, she had some decorum to keep for the next twelve hours. “You’re the type who could have any woman he wanted in any circumstance.”
He did not refute that.
“Yet you come here. To a place where you can’t have the illusion of monogamy with a woman you just met.
The very nature of this island is that any woman in white has a guy on top of her at any moment, right?
So, you can’t get jealous. You can’t be angry that you’ve missed an opportunity to have dinner with me because another man jumped first. So…
you must like that. Either you prefer the detachment a place like this offers, or you actively get off on sharing a woman. Even with strangers.”
“What an astute observation. You’re not too far off the mark.”
“You’re at least not disgusted by the presence of another man in your sex life.”
“You might be on to something.”
Eden had a hundred questions, but none of them were appropriate for the documents she signed when she arrived. “You get off on ‘your’ woman thinking about you while fucking someone else.”
“And what do you think about that?”
An answer already played with her lips. “I think it’s hot. Definitely puts a spin on things around here.”
“So, you can understand why I’m enamored with the idea of having you as my date tonight.
Nobody else will know that you and I are there together.
Because the fantasy that I’m asking from you is the promise that you’re comparing every guy there to me.
” He leaned in closer, voice lower. “And I come out on top.”
Something fluttered between Eden’s heart and throat.
He has such a way with… describing his fantasy.
If Eden had heard about this back in the city, she might have laughed.
She definitely would not have taken it seriously.
But here? In the middle of the Caribbean? It made as much sense as anything else.
“You might not even find me there,” Eden said with a prominent pout. “It might be so busy and, uh, active… that we’re a total missed connection.”
“I don’t care. Not only am I sure that I’ll find you and make sure everyone else there knows I fuck you best, but…”
She reached across the gap between them and silenced him with a finger. “I’m all yours tonight, sir,” she promised, “if you offer me something in return.”
When she lowered her finger, he asked her What? with a quirk of his brow.
“There will be other Butterflies there, of course. They’ll probably be throwing themselves at you because it’s the last chance to get bonuses.
” Surely, he knew about those. “Fulfill my fantasy by turning them all down until you find me. And if for some sad reason we never meet tonight, and you give in to temptation with someone else… think of me the whole time.”
His predatory grin stopped the fluttering in her body. My word. Whatever creature had been causing a stir in her sternum had been slain with one flash of that smile. “Easy. But it won’t come to that.”
“But I can’t make any promises that when you find me, I’m not with someone else.”
“I don’t care. I can wait for my turn.”
She shivered. “Or you could just join in. That’s the kind of party it is.”
He likewise leaned in closer. “How about we give each other a preview? Especially you.”
“Especially me?”
“You heard me. I want to make sure you know what you’re comparing them all to.”
As if last night wasn’t enough? Right now? No. Eden’s hot slut spring had been activated, and until she got back to the city, she was perpetually open for business. Including right now.
“I’m always up for a reminder with you, sir.”
He wasn’t interested in showing the whole pool and everyone in it what he was about.
Not today. Which was why he took her by the hand and led her away to the restroom on the outskirts of the pool area.
Unlike some other public restrooms, however, the ones on La Mariposa’s property were all function and style.
So while one could certainly do some quick business in here, Eden wasn’t shocked to see a large marble countertop, sweet-smelling soaps, and pockets of potpourri.
The other facilities were hidden behind half-walls so one could come in here and not be reminded of the unsexy bodily functions.
And be hoisted onto the counter by the sink, of course. As it turned out, the handles on the drawers doubled as footrests. They really thought of everything here, didn’t they?
“I’d ask what you’re thinking…” The only thing he did was tug down his swim trunks to free his cock. Eden didn’t have to be told what to do by now. There was nothing sacred about spreading her legs and waiting for him to grab her by the hips. “But I don’t really care.”
She kept her mouth shut. I’m thinking about how you two have kept this ache going on inside of me. And the only thing that dulled her deep ache was either of them putting their hands and other body parts all over her.
Like how Bryce was not shy about palming both of her breasts, his thumbs dipping into her bikini top to ensure she writhed when he rubbed her nipples.
“Good God,” she said without thought. “It’s just…”
Her eyes were glazing over again. That’s how Eden knew she was ready to go, and it kinda scared her how easily it happened that weekend.
I’m so rarely ready and raring to go. She often needed whole dates to loosen her up for bed – even with someone she had seen before!
Yet something about that weekend’s experience had truly changed her.
Not only was Eden more confident with her flirting, but she needed this.
“Relentless, isn’t it?” Bryce angled his cock toward her opening, his gaze never leaving hers despite her best efforts to check out and fling her entire consciousness into more sex.
“No matter where you go, no matter who looks at you, there’s someone desperate to get inside of you.
” He lowered his voice as his tip entered her, a tiny gasp eking from her lips.
“Like me. And I’ll fight off anyone else to get to do this whenever I want, as many times as I want. ”
Gingerly, he pushed into her as she curled her fingers over the counter’s edge.
“Here’s your preview, beautiful.”
He entered her with the agonizing tenderness of the gentle Caribbean waves caressing the sandy white beaches.
There was no rush, no frantic urgency like their previous encounters.
A deliberate, calculated twisting of her psyche.
He sheathed himself inch by painstaking inch, letting her feel every ridge of his cock as it stretched her, filled her, claimed the aching space inside her that had been waiting for him the moment he sat next to her by the pool.
God, I’m a slut. She’d never stop thinking it.
All it took was two men fighting over her on one weekend without having ever seen each other.
Eden courted a shuddering breath, her knuckles white where she gripped the countertop.
She wanted to push back, to impale herself, to force this into proper sex, but the weight of his silent command held her captive.
His hands were firm on her hips, a possessive grip that was both a promise and a threat. He owned this encounter. He owned her.
“You feel that?” he murmured. “That's the feeling I left you with. It didn't go away, did it? No matter how many times you got fucked, it was always waiting for me to come back and scratch it.”
He seated himself fully, his hips pressed flush against hers and the fabric of his trunks rubbing against her skin. Eden was aware of her insufferable need to come already. She squirmed, a desperate, silent plea for movement, for friction, for anything.
“Stay still,” Bryce commanded. He moved his thumb over her clit, a sudden movement that made her whole body jerk. “Ah, ah. I didn't say you could move. You’re going to take what I give you and be grateful for it.”
He began to move in a way that was pure torture.
He barely withdrew, just enough to tease the sensitive entrance before gliding back in with a slow, maddening drag.
The friction was exquisite, as desire swelled within her, but it wasn't enough.
It was nowhere near enough. Fuck me, damnit.
Please. She had become accustomed to hard and fast on La Mariposa. What the hell was this?
Amazing.
“Look at you,” he taunted with his breath hot against her ear.
“So desperate. You’ve been walking around this island, a beautiful Butterfly waiting to be caught.
Did you think about me when you were servicing someone else?
When another man was inside you? Did you wish it was my cock stretching you open like this? ”
Eden’s only answer was a ragged moan. She couldn't form words. All that existed was the slow, deliberate slide of him inside her and the throbbing, unbearable need for more that spread from her tingling lips to her feet that dangled in the air.
“Answer me,” he insisted, his grip on her hips tightening. “Did you pretend it was me?”
“Yes,” she choked out, the admission his to receive. “Yes, I thought about you.”
He rewarded her with a slightly deeper thrust, a fleeting taste of what she truly wanted, before returning to that maddening, shallow rhythm.
“And you will tonight,” he promised with that dominant growl that almost got her off harder than the act itself.
“When you’re on your back, when you’re on your knees, when some other nameless guy is pounding into you, you’ll be thinking of this.
Of how I’m fucking you right now. I’m the only one who knows exactly how to make you feel complete. ”