Chapter 13 Eden #2
His pace was relentless. Hard, deep strokes that slammed her forward, pushing her further onto Benson with every thrust. The force of it, the sheer overwhelming pleasure, made her head spin. She was pinned between them. Right where I want to be.
“Feel that?” Liam grunted, his rhythm never faltering. “Feel how she clenches when I fuck her hard? She loves it.”
Benson groaned again. “I feel it.” His voice was strained. “Every. Single. Time.” He looked down at her when she happened to glance up at him. “I think we have ourselves a very happy lady here.”
Liam slapped her ass hard enough to make her shriek around Benson’s length. “Perfect little fucktoy. Best we’ve ever had. Admit it.”
“No contest,” Benson groaned, his hips lifting instinctively, trying to fuck her mouth in time with Liam’s thrusts. “Nothing… nothing like her.”
This was it. This was the dynamic she craved. Not just the physical sensation, but the words, the raw, unfiltered way they spoke about her to each other. She wasn’t a person caught between them – she was the reason they were together again. She was the fuel for their fire.
She tensed.
It started with her core deliberately clenching around Liam’s cock as he withdrew, teasing him and resisting his return. He growled with a deep, primal sound of frustration. He slapped her other cheek.
“Fucking tease,” he snarled, slamming into her even harder.
Then she did the same with her throat. A tight, constricting swallow around Benson’s tip, followed by a relaxing suction as she took him deep again. He threw his head back and moaned loudly enough to shake the couch. “Angel… fuck… Eden…”
She looked up at him, tears stinging her eyes from the effort, from the pure, blinding intensity of how the three of them used each other for pleasure.
Benson teetered on the edge. His jaw was clenched.
He was fighting it, the orgasm she was so determined to give him.
He was trying to hold on, to stay in this moment with them, to prove something to Liam, to himself.
And then she did both at once.
As Liam drove into her, she squeezed her inner muscles with all her might. At the same instant, she took Benson all the way, her throat convulsing around him, her tongue pressed hard against the underside of his shaft.
Come in my throat, Ben.
Benson swore, a string of choked profanity, his whole body arching off the couch. His grip on her hair became almost painful. He was so close. But he held on. By sheer, agonizing force of will, he held back.
Liam, meanwhile, faltered. His rhythm broke for a split second, a stuttering groan tearing from his chest as her cunt tried to strangle the seed right out of him. “Christ,” he gasped, breathing hard against her back. “You’re gonna pay for that.”
They were both hers. Both of them were shaking, both of them on the verge of breaking, all because of her. She had pushed them to their limits, and it was only a matter of time before she either won… or they put her back in her place.
Actually, either way, I win.
“Fuck, Ben.” Liam was still inside of her as Eden took a break to catch her breath, hand still clenched around the hard cock she had been tasting for the past who knew how long. “Did you come or not?”
“I can’t tell anymore.” His eyes were closed as Liam took off his shirt and dropped his pants to the floor. “She’s terrible, and I love her.”
There was enough precum on the head of his cock that Eden wasn’t surprised that neither Benson nor Liam could tell. Oh, he didn’t come. She would have known. Just like she knew her fate when both men suddenly pushed her halfway off the chaise sectional and half-carried her into the bedroom.
They made short work of her dress and thong, one man inhaling her throat and breasts while the other sucked her thighs and flirted with her clit.
Eden was likewise eager to kiss and lick, and she didn’t care who.
She barely even understood the words Benson and Liam exchanged while they finished undressing themselves, until all three were as naked as the days they were born.
“Over here, right?” Benson was off the bed, wandering around with the hard-on of the century pointing straight north. “Fuck, which drawer is it?”
Before Eden could ask what was going on, her other boyfriend flipped her onto her stomach and enclosed himself around her. While Benson went through Liam’s things, Liam said, “Ben told me that he got to fuck your beautiful ass already. You weren’t saving it for me?”
She didn’t know what to say, so Eden succumbed to whimpering in pleasurable anticipation. Liam caught something Benson tossed to him. Finally, she confessed, “He said that since you already fucked me in my bed, he got to fuck my ass.”
“Naughty, naughty.” Who knew who he said that to? “Did you like it, Eden? That big cock in your ass?”
“Fuck, yes.” She buried her face in the bed, moaning. “He almost broke my bed.”
Liam let out a low whistle. “High praise.”
Eden squeezed her eyes shut as something warm yet tingling touched her ass. Liam spanked it again, this time with his cock dangerously close to her other hole. “Are you gonna fuck my ass?” she sweetly asked.
“And make Ben watch? Yes.”
“Poor me,” Benson said, as Liam massaged the tip of his cock against Eden’s natural resistance.
“Hey. Look at me.” He still stood by the edge of the bed, but his focus was entirely on Eden, whose eyes glazed over as she arched her arms across the bed and gave herself over.
“You know me, angel. I love to watch.” He grinned with such salacious sincerity that Eden barely noticed the whole inch that had gone into her ass.
“I love watching my woman get fucked by other men.”
“Hey, a little respect here.” Liam vaguely shuddered as he pulled out and then pushed that same inch back in. “I’m not just any man. I’m the one who also calls her my woman.”
One of Benson’s knees crawled onto the bed. Eden’s head was trapped. Pinned against the mattress by Liam’s weight, her cheek pressed into the comforter. She couldn’t see.
Liam pushed.
That inch of pressure became a burning ache. The tight, unforgiving stretch meant her body still resisted, a natural panic rising in her throat. Then, with a final, ruthless shove, he breached her fully. The crown of his cock obliterated her resistance.
A cry tore from her lips. Pain and pleasure. Blinding. Exquisite.
“Fuck.” Benson was on the bed. Close. So close to her hand. “This is… the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen you fuck some women.”
Eden’s ass yielded. The burning ache melted into a deep, throbbing warmth as Liam sank deeper, deeper, until he was fully seated, his hips pressed against her skin. I’m going to die. It felt so good, yet so wrong.
Liam’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady.
“She’s so tight,” he grunted, his voice a low vibration shared with her body.
“Like a fucking fist gripping my cock.” He moved slowly at first. Dragging out, almost leaving her empty, then pushing back in, one long, smooth stroke. “How her ass just sucks me back in.”
Benson groaned. A heavy sound followed that stopped Liam’s momentum. What are they doing? “She’s a bottomless pit for us. Keep fucking her.” Another sound; more stilted movements. “Imagine how she tastes when you kiss her after. After she’s been fucked in the ass. So fucking dirty.”
The words were filth. Absolute poetry. They were talking about her like she was a thing, a beautiful, perfect thing created for their pleasure. And it was working, driving her insane.
Liam’s rhythm quickened. Her whole body rocked with the force of his thrusts. Her breasts, sensitive and swollen, rubbed against the bed with every movement, sending fresh sparks of pleasure through her.
Her cunt was empty. Aching, clenching, and desperate to be filled. It cried for attention until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Her hand snaked down her body, between her legs, past her mound. Her fingers found her clit. She circled it once. Twice. The sensation shot through her like cracking lightning.
She rubbed harder, her movements clumsy with lust, matching the frantic pace of Liam’s hips. The dual sensations – the fullness in her ass, the frantic stroking on her clit – were too much. Not enough. Everything. She was coming apart at the seams.
“Jesus, look at her,” Liam panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. “She’s too greedy.”
“Greedy for us,” Benson corrected, his hand covering hers, forcing her fingers to press harder, faster. His other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her down for Liam. “And to think, this is all ours. We can do whatever we want with her.”
“Then she gets one of our favorites,” Liam grunted, driving deep. “Make her scream for us. A proper scream.”
Before Eden could process the words, Benson grabbed the back of Liam’s head, fingers tangling in his hair, and pulled him down.
The kiss was brutal. There was no mistaking it now.
Holy shit. She had suspected them of kissing while making love to her before, but this was the first time she knew for sure.
They’re using me, all right. To get each other off.
And her, she supposed!
Benson’s body shifted against hers. His heavy cock slid against her hip, wet and eager for her. He was grinding against her as he kissed Liam.
The sight, the sounds, the feel of it all – that wet, possessive kiss, Liam’s relentless cock splitting her open, Benson’s hardness marking her skin – was too much. Her fingers flew over her clit.
Orgasm detonated her poor body.
A raw scream tore from her throat. Her body seized, arching off the bed as wave after wave of severe pleasure crashed through her.
Her ass clenched around Liam, her cunt convulsed around nothing, and she saw stars on the back of her eyelids.
She bucked and thrashed like a rag doll tossed in the wind.