Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
EVE
I ’ve scheduled my threesome for four o’clock, which leaves just enough time for a pedicure—thanks, cute consort from Canada with great hands—and some poolside sunbathing with friends I met at brunch.
“Smart move booking a three-way at the start of your stay.”
That’s Giana from Jersey, who came to Crystal Bliss after her fiancé left to “find himself” on the Appalachian Trail. According to Gia, he didn’t find himself so much as a yoga instructor from Maine with perky tits and her own line of protein bars.
Gia peers at me over the top of her sunglasses while doling out threesome tips. “You’ve gotta watch out for everyone’s feet. With one guy and two girls, there’s a lot of moving around. It’s easy for someone to get kicked if you’re not paying attention.”
“Nosebleeds aren’t sexy.” That’s Val from Tobago, a statuesque model whose husband had their union annulled when his parents cut off his trust fund. “You ladies are bolder than I am. No way I’m trusting some man to prioritize my hoo-hah over some other girl’s.”
Gia laughs. “I mean, it’s not like you’re in a relationship. That’s when jealousy comes into play.”
“Maybe.” To be honest, I’ve always been turned on by the idea of seeing my partner with someone else. Consensually, I mean. Not cheating. “Does it make me a voyeur if I get off on the thought of watching a guy I’m dating having sex with someone else?”
“Oh!” Val bangs her drink on the poolside table. “I know this one.”
Her enthusiasm makes me laugh. “Is this a game show question?”
“No, it’s a thing.” Val beams proudly. “Cuckqueening. When you’re turned on watching your man with someone else? It’s the female equivalent of cuckhold.”
Gia wrinkles her nose. “Doesn’t that involve humiliation and degradation? I thought a cuckhold likes the shame of having another guy fuck his wife.”
“Wait, no.” Val waves to a shirtless waiter who appears to be looking for someone. “There’s another word. It’ll come to me, hang on.” She stops as the guy sets a fresh margarita on the table, then kneels next to her and starts kissing the nape of her neck.
We continue on like that’s normal. Like Val didn’t just order up neck nuzzling on an app. Her smile spreads slowly as her eyes flutter shut with pleasure.
“I don’t think you need a label,” Gia continues. “Whatever brings you bliss?—”
“Candaulism!” Val shouts as her eyes fly open. The guy kissing her neck doesn’t flinch. “That’s the kink where you like watching your man with someone else.”
“Huh.” At least I’ve got a name for it now. “Anyway, Topher’s not my man.”
“Topher?” Gia smiles. “He doesn’t look like a Topher. I think they all use made-up names.”
I don’t say a word about Kit, but she’s right. “Ten bucks says that Nico guy is really Bruce or Fred.”
Gia laughs. “Do you know yet who the female consort will be?”
“I’m letting the guy choose,” I tell her. “He’s someone I met before I came here, so I trust him.”
The women both gasp and titter. “Wait,” Gia says. “You’re banging a boy from back home?”
“It’s not exactly like that.” Okay, maybe it is. “He’s actually my best friend’s brother.”
“Oh.” Val frowns. “That’s great she’s okay with it.”
“Um, yeah.” A dribble of guilt trickles through me. “I’m not sure she would be,” I admit. “It’s not really my place to tell her he’s here.”
“Say no more.” Val holds up her near-empty glass. “What happens at Crystal Bliss stays at Crystal Bliss.”
Gia clinks her glass against Val’s. “I don’t know about you ladies, but I sure as hell don’t plan to tell my future husband about this.”
“Certainly not.” Val slides down the strap of her one-piece suit so the consort kissing her neck can move over her shoulder. “We’re sampling for the sake of variety. The men we marry someday don’t need to know.”
“I’ve kinda sworn off marriage at this point.” Saying it out loud is getting easier. “Too much hassle, you know? Too much loss of freedom.”
“I hear you,” Gia says. “It does seem risky, having to safeguard all your secrets.”
As she says it, I’m not thinking about some imaginary future husband. I’m mulling the secrets I’ve kept from Camille. How much would it hurt her, knowing I’m still seeing Kit?
Not that we’re seeing each other, exactly. We aren’t dating. It’s just a fling that’s gone on a little longer than planned.
So why do I keep requesting him?
Val’s eyes drift away, following someone on the other side of the pool. “Who’s that ?”
Gia gasps. “Oh my God! That’s Ashton Holyfield. The owner.”
“Of Crystal Bliss?” I don’t recall seeing his name on the website.
“Of the whole fucking island.” She delivers this info in a whisper-hiss that’s loud enough to have women looking over from the end of the pool. “He’s some kind of kajillionaire. Really eccentric. I’ve heard he rarely appears in public.”
We watch the guy stride toward a far bank of buildings. He’s dressed in a suit, which is weird at a beachside resort. There’s a sprinkle of gray at his temples, and he’s hot in that older guy way Camille calls a zaddy .
Not my type, so I don’t pay him much mind. He goes into an office marked “consorts only,” so maybe he’s meeting with staff.
“Anyway,” I say, turning back to my friends, “I’m excited.”
“For the threesome?” Gia nods. “You should be. It’s fun. Do you know who your guy picked to join you?”
I pull up the app and scroll to the notes Kit updated earlier. I haven’t had time to check yet. “Someone named Sybil.”
“Oooh, she’s the best.” Gia grins widely. “I had lunch with a woman from France who booked Sybil and a friend for some three-girl action.”
Val’s eyes widen. “That’s a thing?”
“It’s on the menu,” Gia says. “They spent a whole afternoon together. She said her body did things she never knew it could do. I guess it was life changing.”
“I like the sound of that.” Even if I am a little bit nervous. I came here hoping to explore new things. To taste variety . To wash my hands of my cheating ex by sleeping with safe, screened professionals.
Am I doing myself a disservice by going back to Kit?
I do a quick gut check, picturing Kit in my mind. I see his smile, his blue eyes, his hands as they roll down my body. I imagine his quick wit and think about how he touched me last night when?—
“Dish, girl.” Gia nudges me with her toe. “What’s got you smiling like that?”
“Nothing.” Heat floods my cheeks as I tug down my sun hat.
“Screw that.” Gia laughs and pulls out her phone. “What’s his name and tell me where to find him in the app.”
A weird mix of longing and pride tangle up in my chest. Part of me wants to keep Kit to myself. Part of me wants to share with my friends.
Part of me knows I’m betraying Camille by having these thoughts in the first place. But is it really that wrong to want Kit this badly?
It was Camille who urged me to prioritize my own pleasure. If a threesome with her brother will bring me pleasure, is this really so wrong?
“Oh, honey.” Val looks at Gia. “You see that look she’s getting now? Guilty and sexy all at the same time?”
“Whoever he is,” Gia says, “I hope you do him again.”
“I plan to,” I tell them, and try not to feel bad about that.
* * *
I’m showered and dressed in a flirty black skirt and red tank when a confident knock rattles my door.
“Just a second.” Smoothing my hands down my top, I go to the door and pause before throwing it open.
“Topher, hi.” God, he’s absurdly hot. He’s dressed in a tight gray tee and light linen pants. Rumpled hair and a golden tan bring out the color in those crystal blue eyes.
“Great to see you.” Those eyes rake my body and he smiles. “You look amazing.”
“Thanks.” I smooth down the skirt that doesn’t need smoothing. He’s probably paid to give compliments, but so what? It’s nice to hear.
He gives me a hug, which feels odd considering the reason he’s here. But it also feels right being wrapped in his arms, so I hang on a few extra seconds. Damn, he smells good. Like sunshine and driftwood and Kit . “Thanks for coming.”
“That’s the plan.” A curly-haired blonde steps into the spot right beside him. “Hi, I’m Sybil.”
“Eve.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” Her smile feels warm and inviting as her eyes trail my body. “Wow. You are incredibly stunning.”
“Thanks.” An awkward laugh slips out of me as I hug her as well. Her hair smells like basil and her body feels soft against mine. “You’re pretty, too.”
“Can I make us some drinks?” Sybil heads off to the wet bar, tossing her tangle of curls. “I make a mean gin and tonic, or there’s the passionfruit seltzer they stock in each fridge.”
“G&T sounds good.” I don’t want to drink too much and risk dulling sensation, but a few sips should set me at ease. “Topher? You want anything?”
Check me out, getting his pseudonym right.
“I’ll have the same.” He grins like he’s reading my thoughts. “Nervous?”
“A little.” I wipe both palms on my skirt, which is already streaked with damp handprints. “Maybe a lot.”
“We’ve got plenty of time to ease into things.” He squeezes my hand, then pulls me along with him into the room. He walks past the bed without much of a glance, stroking the indigo throw on the back of the couch. “There’s no pressure to do anything other than talk.”
“Totally.” Sybil comes over with three drinks on a bamboo tray. “I’ve had plenty of guests decide they just want to flirt or make out for a while. No judgment, I promise.”
“Thanks.” I wave to the couch, which offers a view of the sea through the patio door. “Shall we sit?”
I settle first, with Kit claiming the spot to my right. Sybil kicks off her shoes and curls up on my left. Setting her drink on the end table, she tucks her bare feet beneath her.
“Tell me about yourself, Eve.”
The question strikes me as funny, given the circumstances. A nervous laugh ripples out of me before I can stop it.
“Feels awkward, huh?” Sybil smiles. “Totally normal.”
Normal.
I’m guessing that’s not what my stepfather meant, so I giggle again. Sybil’s silver-gray eyes and the casual ease of her posture help me relax just a little. She’s here to fulfill my bucket list fantasy, but she’s not making me feel weird about it.
“By the way, thanks for adding your name to the portal this morning,” she says. “I totally get why guests can be guarded about privacy, but it helps to make things more…personal.”
“Personal.” Another giggle slips out. “Makes sense when you’re getting naked with strangers.”
A chuckle rolls out of Kit. “Good point.”
His hand on my knee, the comfort of his voice, reminds me we’re not really strangers. That’s making this easier as I come back to Sybil’s question. “Um, well, I grew up in a suburb outside Portland.”
“Let me guess—Oregon, not Maine?” She smiles when I nod, brushing a wisp of hair behind my ear. “You’ve got that sexy, crunchy, free-spirited Pacific Northwest vibe going on.”
I think that’s a compliment. “I love it there. It’s a regular city but you can drive an hour and you’re in the mountains or wine country or even the coast.”
“Sounds beautiful.” There she goes, touching my hair again. Her fingers brush my ear and electric sparks rattle my spine. “You have family there?”
“Sorta.” I swallow a mouthful of my drink. “My mom and my stepdad and stepsister all live near Seattle. But my best friend and her sisters live in Portland. They kinda adopted me in high school. I lived my last year with them.”
“Found family,” Sybil says. “Mad respect for that.”
Tension buzzes off Kit on my right, so I deliberately don’t look at him. “They’re all more like sisters than friends. Camille especially. We basically grew up together.”
“I love friendships like that.” Sybil shifts on the sofa, grazing my knee with hers. “Do you mind sharing what you do for a living?”
“Public relations and marketing. I started a boutique firm a few years ago and I love it.”
“Good for you.” She smiles. “You like being your own boss?”
“I do.” I’m conscious of Kit watching, of the heat of his hand on my knee. “I can set my own schedule and pick clients whose businesses interest me instead of taking whatever lands in my lap.”
“Love it.” Her eyes are so silvery that I nearly get lost in them. “And how did you wind up vacationing at Crystal Bliss?”
I brace to feel awful about Brock, but I don’t. I’m getting used to discussing my failed engagement like it’s no big deal. “I was all set to marry a guy I’d dated for years. Turns out he had a small problem keeping his dick out of my cousin.”
“Ouch.” Sympathy fills her eyes. “I’m sorry that happened, but glad you’re taking care of you now. You deserve better.”
“She does.” Kit’s hand squeezes my knee. “Eve’s got the kindest heart of anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Thanks.” Something warm pools in my chest. It’s not unlike the feeling I get when Kit tells me I have great tits. Guess I’m more into praise than I thought. “How about you, Sybil? What’s your story?”
“Hmm, let’s see.” She re-crosses her legs and her knee brushes mine. I’m starting to think it’s intentional, and I like it. I like it a lot. “I’ve worked at Crystal Bliss for three years, and my wife is the staff supervisor.” She smiles at the surprise in my eyes. “We fell in love when she came to Crystal Bliss after a failed engagement. Not the first time it’s happened with guests and consorts.”
“Wow.” That idea never crossed my mind. “And she’s cool with…with…”
“Me fucking other women and men?” Sybil laughs. “Definitely. It turns her on, if you really want to know.”
I kinda do. But I don’t want to be nosy, so I ask about hobbies instead. Sybil responds with the same bright cheer she seems to infuse into everything.
“I like surfing, yoga, snow cones, reading juicy memoirs, eating pussy, and learning new languages,” she reports.
I laugh at her casual confidence. “What languages do you speak?”
“English, obviously.” She laughs and touches my arm. This time her hand lingers, fingers teasing the crook of my elbow. “French, German, Spanish, Croatian, and a little Japanese. Oh! And I’m learning Mandarin for an upcoming trip to China.”
“Amazing.” I wait for intimidation to soak in, but there’s nothing. Just a comfortable flow of admiration. Some sparks, too. A lot of them.
I turn to Kit, since he’s being quiet. “How about you, Topher?” I’m not sure if Sybil knows we’re well acquainted. “Tell me something I don’t know about you.”
“Let’s see…” He glances at Sybil, so this is more for her benefit than mine. “I’m an older brother to six sisters, and I’ve lived all over the world. I’ve got a doctorate in cognitive psychology, and my time at Crystal Bliss is as much about research as pleasure.” He throws me a wink I feel in my belly. “I’m double dipping, I suppose.”
Sybil gives a salacious grin. “There’s something we should add to the menu.”
I laugh as my marketing mind kicks into gear. “The Double Dip might be a better name for DVP.”
“Right?” Sybil tilts her head. “Right now, I think they call it Sexy Seesaw, which is soooo cheesy.”
“Fun, though.” Kit takes a sip of his drink. As he sets down the glass, his forearm brushes my breast. A soft gasp slips out of me, but I cover it with a cough.
I’m a bundle of nerves, each one ignited by the slightest touch.
I swear he knows this. Knows the rumble of his voice sets my skin buzzing. “Eve.” His palm slides to my upper thigh. “What’s been the highlight of your stay so far?”
This is it. My chance to signal I’m good with concluding the small talk. That I’m ready to move on to the main event. To put my pleasure first, like I promised Camille I’d do.
“Well, Topher.” I clear my throat. “I guess it’s a tossup between having your tongue in my pussy at the end of a massage or feeling your huge cock railing me on the balcony last night.”
Sybil bursts out laughing. “Oh, God.” She slings an arm around me like we’re old pals. “I knew I liked you.”
“The feeling’s mutual.” I like the feel of her breast on my bicep, the tickle of breath on my neck.
When she drops her arm, I almost whimper. I thought we were getting somewhere.
Then Sybil sits up on her knees. “What do you say, Eve?” She peels off her pretty blue halter top, tossing it off to the side. She’s braless beneath it, and her breasts are perfect round mouthfuls. “Should we get this party started?”
“Um, yes.” God , yes. I’m aching to touch her, to feel Kit’s hand slide higher up my thigh.
Who knew small talk could be such a turn-on?
Sybil’s breasts bob as she shifts close on the couch. I can’t resist reaching for one. My hand shakes a little as I curve a palm over that sweet globe of flesh. She’s so fucking soft, and a gush of heat pools between my thighs. “God, you feel good.”
She moans as my thumb strokes her nipple. “Mind if I touch you?”
“Yes, please.” I sound breathy and not like myself.
Sybil catches the hem of my top and pulls it over my head. “Red is your color,” she purrs as she traces the strap of my bra. “God, I could eat you up.”
She dives into my cleavage, kissing and nibbling and driving me wild with her tongue. With her lips around one of my nipples, she lays me across Kit’s lap. The back of my head touches down on his crotch and his smile fills with desire.
“Hi.” My giggle turns into a moan as Sybil squeezes my breasts. “That’s either your keys in your pocket or you like what you see.”
“I like it very much.” His hand strokes my arm, a gesture that’s soaked in need and possession. “You make me so fucking hard.”
Sybil stays fixed on my breasts, squeezing and licking and eating me up like she said. Kit’s massive hand skims the edge of my skirt before he hikes up the fabric, fingertips teasing the edge of my panties.
I already know they’re drenched.
“Sweet Eve.” He tugs them aside, thick fingers spreading me as Sybil caresses my breasts. “This pretty little pussy can’t get enough.”
I try to reply, but Sybil crawls down my body, dragging my skirt as she goes. Her breasts warm my flesh as she moves. Tossing my skirt to the floor, she looks up at Kit like it’s Christmas morning.
“She’s so fucking wet just for us,” she says.
Kit dips down to kiss me, unhooking my bra as I lie spread on his lap. “I told her she needs to taste you.”
I shiver as Sybil hooks her thumbs at the edges of my thong. She drags it down my legs with a smile. “Let me lick this pretty pussy, sweet Eve.” She trails the tip of a finger through my slippery seam and I shudder. “Pretty please with honey on top?”
I make a strangled sound as Kit cups my breasts. They’re skillful and huge, already touching me just how I like it.
“Yes,” I choke out, already dizzy with pleasure.
She does a silly little shimmy like I’ve tossed her the keys to a Porsche. Dropping to her belly, she kicks her bare legs over the arm of the couch. Hooking my knees over her shoulders, she settles between my thighs. As she spreads me open with the tip of a finger, her warm breath brushes my folds. “So fucking pretty.”
I groan as her tongue glides the length of my slit. The tip of it circles my clit as Kit kneads my breasts. This feels naughty and so damn delicious.
“Christ, Eve.” Kit’s voice in my ear sounds feral and rough. “You’re insanely sexy like this.”
I try to respond, but Sybil’s next lick sends me into a tailspin. “Oh, God.” I arch into her tongue, reveling in her softness. In the tickle of her blond curls on my thigh and the heady scent of basil in her hair.
“You like that, Eve?” Kit’s thumb strokes my nipple and I groan. “You love when she sucks on your clit?”
My nod grinds the back of my head into his growing hard-on. “She’s so g—good at it.” Christ, I can’t catch my breath. “Don’t stop.”
Sybil chuckles between my spread thighs, kicking a throw pillow aside. “We’re just getting started.”
Her tongue dips inside me as my nails dig into the sofa cushion. Kit gives me his hand and I squeeze it, anchoring myself in this moment. This bliss. The tease of her hair, the flat of her tongue on my clit.
“Fuck, that feels good.” I squeeze Kit’s hand as Sybil slips two fingers inside me.
“I love how responsive she is.” She’s fucking me with her hand as her tongue paints pleasure between my legs. “I can feel you squeezing me.”
I’m feeling it, too, little pulses of pleasure. The contractions that signal I’m already close to the edge.
Sybil must notice. “You’re already there, aren’t you?” Her smile is triumphant. “Just a few little licks and you’re mine.”
I nod when I can’t find my voice, conscious of Kit’s cock pressing into the back of my skull. What Sybil’s doing feels insane. I’m so fucking close. She’s just the right balance of softness and pressure.
“That’s it, Eve.” Kit rolls my nipple with the pad of his thumb. “Show her how prettily you come.”
His words spark the fire as much as her mouth does and I let out a shriek as the orgasm takes me. It’s fierce and it’s sudden, ripping the breath from my lungs. I cry out again, arching up. Kit squeezes my breasts, holding me steady as I crest each wave. Stars swim in my vision, and at one point I might even black out.
Holy fuck.
When I come down to Earth, Sybil looks up with a grin. “Well that was fun.”
A hoarse laugh slips out as I sit up and pull her into an embrace. Soft breasts squish with mine and I’m already aching for more. I kiss Sybil hard, tasting myself on her lips. Her tongue bushes mine as her hands skate my torso.
“Thank you,” I murmur, still struggling to breathe.
Laughing, she sweeps my hair off my face. “It was my pleasure. Truly. And I swear I don’t say that to everyone.”
She might be lying, but I don’t think about that. “You’re really, um…skilled.”
“My wife thinks so.” There’s another sweet laugh from Sybil. “It’s easy to be skilled with a partner who knows her body like you do. Who gives her whole self over to bliss.”
Is that how she sees me? How Kit sees me?
It’s not how I’ve felt these past couple years.
“Told you,” Kit says from behind me, and there’s my answer. “Eve knows what she likes and she’s not afraid to go after it.”
Hearing his words feels better than orgasm. Overwhelmed by emotion, I kiss Sybil again. Our hands start wandering, and before I know it, I’m cupping her breasts. She’s kissing my neck, and God, that feels good. Delicate fingers skate down my back, then tease their way between my legs.
There’s a soft groan behind me, then movement from Kit.
“Venue change.” He gets to his feet and scoops me into his arms. “Bed. Both of you. Now .”
“Yes, sir.” Sybil bounds off the sofa, abandoning her drink as she unhooks her skirt at the waist. She wears a simple blue thong that she peels down her shapely, tanned legs. Reality hits me, but it isn’t unpleasant.
I’m doing this. I’m really doing this.
Kit’s lips brush my ears. “You’re calling the shots,” he whispers as Sybil settles on the bed. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”
Sybil crawls over as Kit strips naked. Pushing my hair off my face, she dots a soft trail of kisses behind my right ear. “Sweet Eve,” she purrs. “Do you know what you’d like to do next?”
My brain short circuits. So many options, and I feel like a kid in the candy store. I don’t have a clue where to start.
“I know.” Kit moves in beside us, massive hands claiming my flesh. “Sybil? Can you help her out?”
“Help me—wha— oh .”
“Relax, sweetie.” Sybil kisses me sweetly as Kit puts on a condom. He climbs on the bed and rolls onto his back, stroking his cock in a fist.
My mouth starts to water as Sybil guides me to straddle his hips. “Here we go. Just like that.”
“Oh, God.” His thick shaft grazes my entrance and I draw a sharp breath. I need that inside me right now.
“Not yet.” With a feathery laugh, she makes a big show of gliding the head of his cock through my seam. Her left hand grips my hip, holding me back from sinking straight down and taking it all.
“Fuck.” Kit grits his teeth as he watches us use him like a toy. Sybil’s fist squeezes, dipping the tip of him into my slippery cleft. “So hot and wet.”
“Isn’t she?” Sybil uses his cock to tease me, brushing the fat, swollen head over the throbbing button of my clit. “Are you dying to be inside her?”
“Yes.” He draws in a ragged breath, catching my hips in both hands. “Eve. How can you feel this good when I’m not even in you yet?”
I moan as Sybil eases the head of his cock inside me. “How about just the tip?”
“Please.” I sound desperate and needy, not at all like myself.
Sybil licks her lips. “I love watching you take him.”
She lets me have one more inch, and I gasp as my walls clench around him. “Fuck,” I grit out as my body adjusts to his girth.
“Feel that, sweet Eve?” She eases another thick inch into my tight channel. “Feel how much he wants you.”
The other two times I’ve fucked Kit, he seemed big. But the size of him now feels almost painful. Deliciously so. A thick, hot intrusion into my body. There’s no way he got bigger, but maybe two naked women turbocharged Kit’s erection.
“Yes.” I gasp as he sinks in one more breathtaking inch.
“Slow,” Sybil coaxes, dipping her head to draw one of my nipples into her mouth. “Take your time.” She suckles and nibbles, still keeping one hand on my ass.
Kit gives a growl as the heels of his hands bite my hip bones. He’s holding himself back, dark gaze burning with need. I sink down another slick inch.
“Fuck.” He’s clenching his teeth as Sybil laps at my breasts. Her mouth is so soft, so gentle and sweet as she sucks on my nipples. This feels fucking incredible.
Kit groans. “More.”
I’m right there with him. “Please,” I beg. “Need all of you, now.”
Sybil smiles, teasing my nipple with her tongue. “Do it,” she growls. “Take that big cock.”
I lock eyes with Kit, lost in those deep pools of blue. Drawing a breath, I sink all the way down in one slick movement.
“Oh my God!” My eyes go wide at the feeling of fullness.
It’s deep and intense and I’m frozen in place for a second.
“Good girl.” Guiding my hips, Kit starts to move. His eyes never leave my face. “Look at you, riding me.”
Sybil looks up from adoring my tits. “Fuck, that’s hot.” She watches the spot where Kit’s body drives into mine. “You like that, Eve? Does he feel good inside you?”
“So good.” I pant as Kit thrusts up hard. “So deep.”
Riding his cock, controlling the thrusts and the depth—it’s exhilarating. Sybil’s soft hands on my breasts spur me to keep going. To roll my hips and hit just the right angle. To thread my fingers through Sybil’s soft hair and kiss lips still damp from my body.
She draws back and searches my eyes. “Know what would feel even better?”
I honestly can’t imagine anything feeling better than this. “What?” I groan as Kit hits my G-spot.
“This.” Sybil drops to her belly, scooping her curls off her face, and I watch in slow-mo as her tongue slowly teases my clit.
“Holy—” I can’t even form a whole sentence. The softness of her mouth, the stiff thrust of Kit’s cock—it’s all so intense I can’t breathe.
Sybil keeps licking as Kit fucks me steady and hard. Eyes locked with mine, he drives in so deep that I swear I can feel him in my spine.
“Breathe,” he coaxes as he slams in again. “Good girl.”
God, those words.
And the delicate tug of Sybil’s sweet mouth. My whole body hums with electrified heat. It’s raw and unreal as Kit tilts his hips to slam into me.
“I’m gonna come.” It sneaks up so fast that I barely have time to say it. “Oh my fucking God!”
This time I scream like my soul’s being ripped from my body. Muscles constrict as Sybil’s tongue dances and swirls. Pinching my eyes shut, I ride out a climax that feels like my brain might explode.
Flickers of light blur my vision as I feel every sensation at once: the flutter of her tongue, the brush of soft curls on my thigh, the thick, throbbing head of Kit’s cock.
“Jesus Christ.” I collapse on his chest as Sybil scoots out of the way.
“Fuck, that was hot.” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “I love how hard you come.”
I try to speak, but all I can do is ride the rise and fall of Kit’s breath. He’s stroking my back as his heart thuds beneath my ear. I lie on his chest and try to come back to my body.
Kit stirs. “You okay?” His hand skims my hair from my face. “Eve?”
“I’m good.” I somehow manage to sit up. There’s no way I’m ready for this to be over.
“Water.” Sybil scrambles away, leaving me here with Kit.
He’s still deep inside me as he searches my eyes. “How was that?”
“Insane.” A grin tugs my lips as I huff out an oversexed laugh. “Even better than I imagined.”
“You want to keep going?”
“Yes.” I lick my lips, hoping this won’t be too forward. “Can I watch you fuck her?”
“That’s your fantasy?”
“It is.”
Kit strokes my hair like he’s petting an oversized cat. “You’re something else, Eve.”
“ Something , huh?” I blow a damp strand off my face. “That’s a little vague.”
His eyes soften, still holding mine. “Something amazing .”
A fierce pulse of fondness surges through me. “Thanks.” I’m conscious of Kit still inside me. Of the hard, solid length of him contained in my body.
I know he’s here to do a job. Business and pleasure rolled into one. This isn’t forever, and I know that.
Forever’s not part of my plan.
The only reason my brain even went there just now is a lifetime of conditioning to pursue normal at all costs. I’ve been taught to believe sex means marriage and commitment forever and ever, amen.
But I don’t have to want any of that now. It’s fucking liberating.
“Eve?” Kit gives me a questioning look. “You still okay?”
“Yes.”
“Promise?”
“I do.” A giggle slips out of me. “A month ago, I was prepared to say that in an entirely different way.”
“And now you’re not.” Kit brushes my hair back off my face. “Now you can do whatever you want.”
“I’m so fucking happy.” Not just about that, but also what’s happening now. Kit’s body connected to mine, both of us sweaty and deliciously satisfied.
He smiles and tucks another tendril behind my ear. “I’m happy for you.” His cock twitches inside me. “Glad I could be part of this.”
“I’m glad I picked you.”
“Me, too.” An electrified moment surges between us and tension crackles and snaps as his eyes search mine. “Ready for what’s next?”
I nod, not entirely sure what he means. “Yes.”
“Good.” Still anchored inside me, Kit flips me onto my back. “Because I’m not even close to finished with you.”
Giggling, I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “Thank God.”