Chapter 15 #3
He wasn’t content to simply lick her anymore.
Not when she was taking Neal’s cock so well.
Bryce grabbed her ass and pulled her down hard against his face.
He devoured her, his tongue a wild torrent that swirled inside her, mimicking the pace of the cock in her mouth.
He was claiming her from the inside out, branding her with the taste of his arousal.
You boys are so naughty. The hard, demanding presence of Neal in her mouth and the soft assault of Bryce on her clit. Each man was staking his claim, each was pushing her closer to the edge, but they were doing for her and themselves. Not the other man. Yet they didn’t mind the other man at all.
Neal’s hands tightened in her hair, holding her head steady as he began to thrust in earnest. His hips moved with a language that spoke of a desperate, overwhelming need to come.
He was fucking her mouth, using her for his own pleasure, but there was a reverence in his actions, a sense of awe that made Eden’s soul sing, and her heart fall a bit in love, the very thing she wasn’t supposed to do.
But for now, she would indulge in it. She had fallen for both of them. Tonight, until this party was over, they were her men. And she was their woman.
“I need to come,” Neal said when he urged her off his cock. “Turn around. Your cunt is mine.”
I love the way he says that. Eden obeyed immediately, pulling her pussy off Bryce’s face so she could offer it up to Neal. From the way she stumbled back through the curtain, knowing that she was about to be fucked from behind again, Bryce figured out what was happening.
“Every time you come back over here,” he said, her head this time much closer to his cock than his face, “you’re more dick drunk.”
“You love it,” she spat, much like she got her spit all over his cock as she attempted to suck that, too.
While both were different in their own intoxicating way, no part of Eden had any difficulty adjusting.
Just like she practically sang an opera when Neal slammed into her, the curve of his cock rocking right into her core. “Oh, fuck!”
“My compliments to the man making you come undone like this.” Bryce folded his arms behind his head as he watched her come apart.
Her ass was so high in the air to give Neal the best angle into her that she could barely get Bryce’s cock in her mouth.
“Because, yeah. You are fucking hot. Keep doing that. Take his cock. Make him break.”
Taking it was the problem.
Neal no longer held back. The gentleman who had entered her with a controlled, teasing thrust was gone, replaced by animal instinct.
He slammed into her, each impact a seismic event that jolted her entire body forward.
Her teeth scraped against Bryce's shaft.
The control Bryce had cherished, the illusion of her complete attention, fractured.
“Sorry,” she gasped, the apology hurled from her lips by another brutal thrust. Neal’s hands were vises on her hips, pulling her back to meet him.
Her breath was stolen. Her thoughts? Scattered.
“He's about to explode.” She felt it with every second that made him swell more within her. “He’s gonna come in me before you.”
“Good.”
His one-word response was music to her ears. He didn't care. He didn't give a fuck that Neal was claiming her, that he was about to bless her cunt with his release. Bryce was content to watch – a spectator to her downfall.
Bryce's hands found her hair, but he didn't force her down.
Instead, he cradled her head, his thumbs stroking her temples as if to soothe the violent storm rocking her back and forth.
“Just let it happen,” he said. “Let him take you.
Let him fill you. And then you're going to come back to me and show me what a good girl you are.”
She almost faltered.
“Show me on your face. Show me how it feels.”
That was a match to gasoline. The last thread of Eden’s control, of the performative aspect of Brim, the Butterfly, disintegrated.
What was left was just a woman left in this stimulated body.
She locked her eyes on Bryce, her gaze no longer teasing or playful, but desperate, pleading, and utterly possessed by the moment.
By the men who couldn’t stop touching and fucking her all weekend.
It was a silent conversation across the foot of distance between them. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. He’s going to make me… and I’m going to like it.
Neal’s thrusts became slower but heavier. His grip on her hips bruised her, a desperate, final claim. A choked curse filled the air, and then he buried himself to the hilt, grinding against her as if he could fuse their bodies.
“Holy fucking shit,” she whimpered, still staring into Bryce’s eyes as her hand slowly worked his cock. Warmth spread through her as Neal hurled another heavy thrust into her. “I want it so bad.”
“Want what?”
“Him!”
Neal’s orgasm tore her asunder. She could feel the pulse and the final, powerful throb as he emptied himself. Her own body convulsed around him in a sympathetic, secondary release that left her limp.
He remained inside her for a few heartbeats before slowly withdrawing. The loss was immediate. A sudden emptiness that was quickly filled by the sensation of Neal’s release beginning to trickle down her inner thigh. She was finally marked by one of them.
And Bryce had witnessed it. His expression was one of triumph. He didn’t look angry or jealous. He looked…
Like exactly what she needed in her life.
Eden didn’t wait for anyone to tell her what to do.
She used the last of her bumbling strength to turn around, presenting her pussy to the man who instantly muttered that she was a good girl.
When Eden opened her eyes on the other side of the curtain, it was to Neal, barely holding it together against the ottoman. His cock was still half hard.
“My God,” he said with the breath he soon found. “You look amazing.”
“I loved that,” she whispered. “So fucking hot.”
He got down on his knees before her. “I hope he liked that.”
From the way Bryce forked his fingers around her pussy and opened her up to his lustful eyes? So. Naughty. So filthy and so naughty in a room that was full of nothing but.
“I think he did. Did you?”
“I’ll let you know when he’s had a turn with you. It’s not fair he got to see you come on my cock and not the other way around.”
“What is up with you two?” Nevertheless, Eden purged a laugh from her body as she angled her hips down to Bryce’s lap.
He took the hint and was all too happy to spear her right in the wet, stretched cunt.
Neal grabbed her by the arms as Eden’s balance faltered.
“I can’t take it. This is too hot for me. ”
“You can take it.” Neal grinned when he realized that the bobbing of her body was because she was already fucking another man.
This time, Bryce was not inclined to hold back his own strength.
Eden had to grab the edges of the ottoman again to keep in place for him.
“Come on. Give him the orgasm of his weekend.”
“I will…” she moaned, “if you give me that.”
She motioned to his half-erect cock. If nothing else, she had an oral fixation to go with her night.
There was no preamble. Bryce, having been a patient, observant spectator for long enough, slammed into her with the force of a desperate man.
The slickness of Neal’s release eased the way, allowing him to bottom out with a single, eager thrust that stole the air from Eden's lungs.
She cried out right in front of Neal, who only got harder again.
This was different. Neal had been a storm of claiming her before anyone else could. Bryce was an earthquake. That deep, resonant power that seemed to shake her very foundation. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging in, and set a demanding rhythm that was difficult to keep up with.
She tried to focus on Neal, on the weight of him on her tongue, the taste of him, but her body was a traitor, surrendering completely to the pleasure building behind her.
Every powerful thrust from Bryce pushed her forward, forcing Neal deeper into her throat.
Feels familiar… She was no longer in control.
Eden was simply a conduit for them, a willing participant in this beautiful act.
“You look so good when you’re getting fucked like this,” Neal grunted, his voice hoarse with desire.
He wrapped a hand in her hair, guiding her, not forcing her, but setting a pace that matched Bryce behind her.
“He’s using me to fuck you. Can you feel that?
How filthy you are? How much you belong to us both? ”
Bryce’s response was unexpected, since Eden had no idea he could hear them over the music and the other sounds of sexual merriment in the orgy.
Yet he increased the pace, the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies slapping together as if he had something to prove.
“She feels it,” he grunted, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust that made Eden gasp.
“She feels everything. Her little cunt was so full of that, and now it’s full of me.
And she loves it. Don’t you, Brim? Tell him how much you love having two cocks inside you. ”
Eden could only moan her agreement, the vibrations humming around Neal's shaft. She was lost in a haze of sensation, a sea of pleasure so intense she was afraid she would drown if she didn’t concentrate on breathing.
The world had shrunk to this one moment, to the three of them, tangled together in a carnal knot.
Bryce reached around, his fingers finding her clit.
The contact was instant. He didn't rub. He sent her to the moon. Eden’s legs began to tremble, her body shaking with the force of the orgasm building deep within her.
It was a monster, threatening to bite her in half if she didn’t fight it back like the caged animal it should be.
“Come for me,” Neal commanded, his voice a dominant growl. “Come on his cock while you’re sucking mine. Show us how much you need us.”
Her body obeyed. The orgasm that tore through her was not a gentle wave this time.
It was a fucking tsunami ripping through her with the intent to kill, stealing her breath, her vision, her very thoughts.
Her entire world narrowed to a pinpoint of pleasure that expanded outward, consuming everything in its path.
Her screams were choked off by Neal’s cock as he held her head in place, forcing her to take him deeper as her body convulsed around Bryce's shaft.
Her inner muscles clenched. Bryce slammed into her one last time, a groan tearing from his chest as he erupted inside her. He pumped her full of his release, a hot flood that mingled with Neal's, filling her so completely she thought she might break apart from the sheer overwhelming fullness of it.
At almost the same moment, Neal’s control finally snapped.
He gripped her head, his body going rigid as a strangled cry escaped his lips.
Eden felt the hot, salty pulse of his seed in her throat, a final, intimate claiming that completed the circuit.
She swallowed, her body still shaking from the aftershocks of her own orgasm, the taste of him mingling with the taste of her own pleasure.
The intensity of it all, the sheer filth of being filled by both men at once, sent her spiraling into a second, smaller orgasm that left her shaking on the ottoman.
“My turn to see.”
Eden didn’t even look at Neal as she pushed back through the curtain, collapsing back against Bryce’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her.
Eden’s legs fell open on the ottoman. As Bryce slightly stroked her nipples and whispered more sweet, naughty nothings in her ear, Neal put his face between her legs and showed her a renewed appreciation of how much of her time – and body – she had given them this weekend.
“Oh, my God,” she whined as Bryce chuckled at her hedonistic misery. “Fuck yes…”
“What a lucky bastard.” Bryce held her like a vise against him. “Keep giving him your cunt if that’s what he wants. I’ve got what I want right here.”
He sucked the side of her throat as he groped her chest. Neal kept her legs wide open as the dual claiming of her pussy was his to enjoy however he wanted.
Bryce let his head eventually fall back as Eden’s eyes likewise rolled back.
She didn’t come again, but Neal had an expert way of coaxing every drop out of her using nothing but his tongue.
There were a few minutes of rest, finally. Eden remained hanging open. She knew how it must have looked on the other side of the curtain. I don’t care. Everyone, come check it out.
“You keep lying like this, and another man might fuck you, too.”
Bryce certainly sounded like he wanted that. So when Neal eventually slipped his cock back into her and gently fucked her one last time – because of course he would be the last to mark her – Eden sighed against Bryce’s chest.
“Yes…”
“You’re being fucked again, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She pushed back against him. In the last moments they all had together, she decided to lie. “I have no idea who it is.”
It was her gift to Neal, who soon got to have the last word with Bryce, a man he never saw and barely heard. As Eden whimpered her way through it, too touched to cry out or meet his thrusts, Bryce continued to suck her throat and enjoy every second of it.
Eden didn’t know what to do with the part of her that still wanted more.