32. Alana
ALANA
My heart was racing as I felt the intensity of his gaze on me. And I almost felt like all my oxygen was cut off when he explored further.
A tiny gasp escaped me when he looked at me intently as he pushed my bikini bottoms aside, probably watching me for any sign of discomfort.
Funny enough, I didn’t feel uncomfortable. I always thought I’d be afraid of anyone’s touch. Just the thought of any guy touching me even close to intimately made me want to hurl… but it wasn’t anything like that with Eden.
His fingers slipped between my lips, his touch so soft that I had to bite my bottom lip to stop from moaning.
“Is this okay?” he asked. I responded with a quick nod, unable to speak. “Do you want more?” Eden breathed against my ear, his lips brushing my skin.
Once again, I only managed to nod, but shortly after, a whimper fell from my lips when he teased my entrance with the tip of his finger, torturing me with a delicate touch that made my heart race.
Slowly, gently, he slipped a finger inside my cunt.
My lips parted at the intrusion, and his eyes locked with mine as he watched my reaction. He smiled at me, and God, I could’ve died looking at his beautiful smile.
I closed my eyes, feeling my muscles clench around his finger as he began to move it in and out of me.
His other hand left my waist and moved to cup my breast through my wet top, his fingers brushing against my nipple, making me gasp and arch into his touch.
“Eden,” I whimpered, not quite sure if I was asking him to stop out of fear that I’d like this more than I would’ve ever thought, or begging him to continue.
Carefully, he added another finger, stretching me slightly. Despite his gentle touch, Eden’s fingers felt larger and more powerful inside me than they had any right to.
I honestly couldn’t believe how much I liked this.
He seemed to sense my surprise because he let out a soft chuckle, his warm breath tickling my skin behind my ear. “You like that?” he whispered against my skin.
“Mh-hmm,” I moaned, unable to form words as he continued to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of me.
His thumb brushed over my clit and I arched against him even more, desperate for more contact.
My nails dug into his shoulders, my breath hitched, and my mind went blank as he moved faster, making it a lot harder for me to keep quiet.
This was torture.
He slid his fingers in and out of me in a steady rhythm, leaving soft kisses on my skin and watching my reactions like they were keeping his sane.
The feeling was indescribable. I could feel every inch of him inside me, stretching and filling me in ways I never knew possible. And suddenly I found myself wondering what it’d feel like if it weren’t his fingers inside me.
Perhaps I’d find out someday. Or maybe not. I wasn’t sure, but part of me really wanted to go there, while another was well aware we couldn’t have possibly crossed that line.
His touch was nothing short of tender, but it was also fierce and possessive like he needed to make sure I knew, without a doubt, he was making me feel this way and nobody else.
As he thrust his fingers faster into me, my body trembled with anticipation for what was to come next. And with each thrust, my pussy clenched around him tighter, begging for more.
The hot water lapped against our skin, doing nothing to tame the burning desire inside me or cool down my body in any way.
His lips laid on mine, gently sucking on my bottom lip, his tongue playing with the edge. I moaned into his mouth, my hands trailing up his neck and running through his hair, feeling the silky strands between my fingers.
“I can’t wait to get you upstairs,” he murmured, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers.
My heart was pounding as I imagined what it would be like to be with Eden like this, wondering if the rumors I’d heard held any truth to them. But it shouldn’t have mattered anyway. He wasn’t thinking about fucking anyone other than me, at least I hoped so.
But what if that was all he wanted?
No, that couldn’t have been true. We were friends. He needed me, in more than one way, apparently. At least according to the erection that was pressing against my thigh.
His fingers moved faster, his thumb circling my clit over and over as his lips sealed over mine, keeping me quiet. My hips rocked against him, trying to find some form of release.
My heart was pounding, my nerves were on edge, and I was so incredibly turned on that I couldn’t think straight. All I could focus on was the feeling of Eden’s fingers inside me, exploring every inch of me.
As much as I wanted this to go on forever, I knew that it couldn’t. Soon, we would’ve had to get out of the hot tub and face reality. But for now, I just wanted to savor the moment, let Eden and me stay in a newly built bubble where it was just the two of us.
Eden’s lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. His fingers inside me were relentless, fucking me in small, powerful thrusts that made me push against him with a moan.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt—the hot water lapping at our skin, the soft jets massaging us, and Eden’s big hand covering my breast, squeezing and teasing while his other one was deep inside me.
My skin was on fire, tingles running through my veins like I’d never felt before. I was going to fucking die.
His lips moved to my earlobe and he nipped at it gently, causing shivers to run down my spine.
“You feel so good,” he whispered hoarsely. “So fucking tight.”
Pleasure spread through my entire body and I felt myself clench around his fingers, begging for more as heat pooled in my abdomen.
“I bet you taste delicious, baby.” His words sent a shockwave through me, and I knew that I was close. So very close.
As his fingers continued to thrust in and out of me, I felt my orgasm building, edging closer and closer. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt myself on the brink of my impending release.
“Do you want me to stop?” Eden asked between kisses on my neck and shoulders.
“Mmm… no,” I managed to reply, my head spinning from the new sensations coursing through me.
Each time he found that sweet spot inside me, I gasped and squirmed against him.
His thumb brushed over my clit again, circling faster this time as he picked up the pace even more.
“Eden,” I whimpered, feeling my eyes roll into the back of my head as my body began to convulse.
His fingers moved inside me like a pro, hitting all the right spots. I was almost certain he was watching me, his eyes never leaving mine as each thrust brought me closer and closer.
My breath came out shallow, and my moans grew slightly louder as I gripped onto him for dear life, feeling myself slip away from reality.
“I… I’m going to come,” I gasped between clenched teeth.
“Fuck yeah, you are,” he spoke, his voice raspy.
The world around me began to spin, and my mind was a blur of desire and lust.
My body shook, my pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as I cried out his name, arching my back and pressing my tits against his body.
His hips ground against mine—though I wasn’t sure if that was voluntary—his fingers still buried deep inside me as I rode out my orgasm.
I was panting, collapsing against him, when he pulled his fingers out of me and wrapped his arms around my body, holding me.
I clung to Eden, still trying to catch my breath and telling my heartbeat to calm down. It wouldn’t listen.
Eden kissed the top of my head, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my skin. “Fuck, you’re so hot, baby.”
I smiled softly, knowing he couldn’t see it, still trying to process what had just happened.
I couldn’t believe how intense everything had been and how easily Eden had been able to control my pleasure. Not once in my life had I thought this was possible, especially considering that I really hated it when someone touched me.
Why was everything so easy with Eden?
And why was he calling me baby? He must’ve been totally out of his mind.
Eden’s fingers traced up and down my spine, his warm breath fanning over my skin as he whispered, “We should go upstairs. I need to get inside you.”
I straightened my back, trying to focus my eyes on him. “You want to…”
Eden laughed. “Fuck you? Hell yes, I want to.”
“Really?”
“Don’t you?”
I nodded without hesitation, which was so unlike me. Eden must’ve cast a spell upon me. “I’m a virgin, though… so it won’t be any good.”
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Don’t worry about that, Ally-Bear.”
“But I do worry about that,” I admitted, sliding my hands over his shoulders, simply because I couldn’t stop touching him. “You won’t like it, and then I’m the only bad experience you’ll ever have.”
“So not true. You’ll be the best.”
I cocked my head at him, almost rolling my eyes, but I managed to refrain from it at the very last second. “You’re just saying that to convince me to say yes.”
His eyes widened and somehow he looked far more petrified than I would’ve expected. Well, I didn’t think he was going to look petrified in the first place, so that wasn’t hard to top.
“Convince you to say yes?” Eden’s eyebrows fell. “I would never do that. No means fucking no. Wait—did I do that?”
“What? No.” My arms closed around his neck. “I wanted this, Eden. And for the record, I really enjoyed it.”
He held me tightly against his body, sighing deeply. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me, Alana DeVille.”
“Why?” I pulled back just to look at him.
Eden reached for my hand, pressing my palm flat over his heart. A flutter spread through my stomach at the contact. “Because you make my heart beat at a million miles per hour or skip them altogether.”
“That sounds unhealthy.”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Going upstairs will make it worse.”
“Yeah.”
“I kind of want to see it.”
He smirked. “You just want to see me naked.”
“I do.”
Eden was about to lean in for another kiss when, instead, he turned slightly, looking over his shoulder at the sound of the sliding door to the patio opening.
His mom came outside, sniffling her nose as she wiped away some tears.
I looked at Eden, whose entire face was immediately covered with concern.
All evening long, I’d gotten to know a different side of him: the family side. I knew Eden was a very open person, someone who didn’t need much to be happy or bring light into a dark room.
At parties, he was the center of attention, though I started to believe he hated it more than he would’ve liked to admit. But nonetheless, he was always very enthusiastic about life and people in general.
However, tonight, seeing him with his family, he was somehow a completely different person while still being the exact same. He smiled even more than usual, laughed so much, and jumped at every opportunity to help someone with literally anything.
He barely stopped talking, and I already thought he was talking a lot before this evening.
Eden was a family guy through and through, and somehow, that just made him a little more adorable.
I didn’t come from a very loving family, so perhaps that was why I liked that about him a bit too much.
“Mom?” Eden spoke, and while his mother turned around in surprise and I tried to move off him, he simply pushed my hips closer to his body to keep me in place. “What’s wrong?”
She smiled or tried to anyway. “It’s nothing, honey.”
“You’re crying, so that’s not nothing.”
His mother chuckled slightly, shaking her head at Eden. “It’s really nothing. I’m just hiding from your dad.”
“Hiding from him… to cry?”
Emory shook her head once more. “Your dad wants to add new items to Rêverie’s menu, so he’s making me try and rate everything.
He actually wanted to keep Nova and Elliot up to have more opinions.
He even said you two should be there, too, but I told him to leave you out of it.
Anyway, we were just laughing a lot, and, well, you know your father. ”
“He can’t handle tears, even of joy,” Eden added, sounding a lot less concerned this time.
Honestly, it was kind of adorable how concerned he got, though I suppose that was a normal reaction to seeing one’s mother cry. I wouldn’t really know.
“Wait,” Eden said, holding up a hand. “He’s trying new things without me? Such a traitor.”
“Yeah.”
He turned his head to look at me, then rolled his eyes. “Can you believe this? My very own father cooking without me?”
I chuckled, shrugging softly. “Well, I don’t know, Eden, but I think your dad also cooked without you before you were born. You’ll survive.”
Eden gasped loudly, holding a hand over his heart. “You’re supposed to say ‘Oh, no, baby. Maybe you should run inside and steal your dad’s pan to teach him a lesson.’ And then I would’ve said ‘Yeah, you’re right. Let’s do that.’”
There it was again: baby.
My heart fluttered in my chest as I searched for a single sign in his eyes that he could’ve potentially meant it.
Of course I was aware he’d called himself that, but somehow, my brain thought he was suggesting I’d do it eventually.
And if I’d do it, surely he’d call me the same again sometime soonish.
That would’ve been ridiculous, though, right?