“Then what?”
Billy picked up her hand and circled it around the base of his stiff cock. “I want your mouth on my nipples while you jack me off, Eden.”
That was blunt. But sexy as all get out.
With deliberate sensuality, Billy’s fingertips created a path of fire from the upper swell of her breast to the tip of her nipple. “Then I’m going to come on your tits. There’s something very appealing about marking you with my seed.”
Everything in her that’d been pliant and sated went hot, tight, wet and wanting.
“Watching that’ll make me hard again,” Jon said.
“Come on, baby. Give Jon a real show. He’s a showman. He’ll appreciate it. But not as much as I will.” Billy knotted his hand in her hair and tugged her to his right nipple.
Eden pursed her swollen lips over the flat disk and began to suck softly. After several attempts of trying to work his cock, she realized the angle was wrong. She stood, propped two fluffy pillows beneath her knees and yanked Billy’s slender hips down so he was barely balanced on his elbows on the edge of the bed.
“Mmm. That’s better. Need a little lube, though.” Rather than use the tube of K-Y on the bed, she reached between her legs, getting her hand wet from her juices. Then she wrapped her fingers around Billy’s cock again and pumped from root to tip.
Behind her, Jon groaned. “Fuck. That’s hot as hell, Eden.”
Billy’s response was an unintelligible male grunt.
Smiling, she nipped at the flat disks and began to vigorously stroke that beautifully hard prick. No slow build up. No tease and retreat. She jacked him faster and faster. Biting and licking and sucking his nipples. Appreciating his groans. Loving the taste of his sweat and need. Relishing the feel of his hips pumping up to meet her strokes.
“Jesus. Fuck.” Billy knocked her hand away from his cock and clamped his palm on her shoulder, holding her in place. He pumped frantically as long streams of come jetted out the end of his cock and splashed on her breasts. His eyes were wild blue flames and he growled as spurt after spurt dotted her chest. Pure animal satisfaction was etched on Billy’s face as he stared at the milky liquid dripping off her nipples.
Her pussy was sopping wet again. As her sex clenched and throbbed, she squeezed her thighs together and gasped when a tiny orgasm rocked her. She looked up and saw Billy’s eyes were still on fire, still devouring her.
“Jesus you’re beautiful. Absolutely steal-my-fucking-breath beautiful, Eden.”
Her heart damn near turned over in her chest.
He released her shoulder and his hand moved down to cup the underswell of her left breast. His thumb brushed a thick rivulet of come from the tip of her nipple and he brought it to her lips.
Eden opened her mouth and sucked his thumb inside, swirling her tongue, savoring his taste.
“Again.” Billy dragged his finger through the sticky wetness cooling on her breast and held the offering to her.
Eyes on his, she licked away every drop.
They made it through two more rounds of erotic finger painting before Jon said brusquely, “Enough. It’s my turn and after that little display I’m hard enough I could fuck her clear through the wall.” Jon helped Eden to her feet and wiped away the remnants of Billy’s spent passion.
She shivered at the cool washcloth skating over her heated skin, wondering when Jon had left the room. No surprise neither she nor Billy noticed.
“Eden.” Jon’s melodic voice tickled her ear and she trembled.
“What?”
He didn’t answer immediately, he lazily traced every vertebrae down her spine, causing the buzzing sensation in her skin to hum back to life. She’d never experienced arousal this prolonged. Never believed she could ache for more.
“I want you.” Jon’s teeth sank into the slope of her shoulder and she cried out from the pleasurable nip of pain. His next words and his hot breath burned her like a brand. “But I want to tie you up first.”
“Why?”
“Not only do I get off thinking about fucking you as deep and as long as I want, but it’s a way for you to give yourself over to us, before we take you completely.” He clasped her hands together behind her back, twisting the bandanas around her wrists again. Then he gently spun her around. “Close your eyes.”
Eden feared she might topple over from too much stimulation on her sex organs and not enough blood reaching her brain.
Soft, moist lips drifted down her jawline, starting on the left side below her earlobe, ending at the right. Those sweetly arousing lips traveled up her hairline from her temple across her forehead and down the left side. Then Jon rained kisses on her eyelids. Her cheekbones. The corners of her mouth before taking her mouth in a wet, sizzling kiss that robbed her lungs of air and her mind of reason.
“On the bed.” Jon crawled on first and stretched out on his back. He rolled on a condom and looked at Billy. “Help her. She’s going to be facing you as she’s riding me.”
Anticipation quickened her pulse. Without use of her hands it was difficult to balance, but Billy steadied her, helping her straddle Jon’s pelvis.
“Your knees need to be wider.”
Eden shot him a panicked look over her shoulder. “But I’ll fall forward.”
Jon smacked her ass and she yelped. “No, you won’t. I’ll be holding your hips. Now spread ’em.”
Billy braced her shoulders as she lowered on Jon’s cock.
“Oh yeah, you’re really wet.” He guided his shaft inside her to the hilt and stilled all movement. His hands floated up her bound arms. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Slow and easy. Let Billy tend to you while I enjoy your beautiful body and prep you to take both of us.”
Her eyes were focused on Billy as Jon began to rock his hips. The movement was subtle but accurate. The widest portion of his cockhead continually pressed her G-spot.
“Oh. That’s good.” She gasped. “Really good.”
Billy caught her next gasp in his mouth. His tongue speared past her lips, languidly dueling with hers. His hand stretched from her collarbone and curled around her neck, holding her in place. He flattened his other hand and it drifted down her quivering belly. The long middle finger reached her bikini line and kept going until the tip connected with her clit. He rubbed tiny circles and more wetness flooded her pussy.
Jon fucked her in a steady rocking motion. His hands roved from her calves to her arms to the crack of her ass in a constant caress. “So beautiful. Every part of you.”
She was teetering on the edge of complete meltdown. Jon controlled her sex and the movement of her hips; Billy controlled her mouth and her clit.
And her heart.
No time for that emotional detour now.
Concentrate on nothing but physical pleasure and the pulsing, throbbing, sexual adoration these men are bestowing on you.
Billy put his mouth on her ear. “It’s right there, Eden.” He increased the pace of his stroking finger. “Scream, baby. Come for me. Come for Jon.”
Just like that, her body erupted. She cried out as her clit spasmed and her internal muscles clamped down on Jon’s cock like a vise. Surge after surge bombarded her.
When the throbs became little pulses, Billy licked the sweat running down her throat, latched onto the sweet spot on her neck with his mouth and sucked, shooting her into orbit again. “Oh God, oh God, oh God, stop. I can’t take any more.”
“Ssh. Baby, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”
Breath sawed in and out of her mouth. She had to rely on Billy to keep her upright. “Please.”
“Eden. Look at me.” He tilted her chin up and she blinked her eyes open. “I need you to turn around so Jon and I can take you together, okay?”
“But—”
“This is what you wanted.”
You’re what I wanted. You’re all I ever wanted.
Why couldn’t he see that?
And just for a moment, she thought he did
realize it when he murmured, “Trust us. Trust me. This is a one time only wicked, wild thing, remember?”
Jon untied her hands and massaged her wrists. He patted her ass and she lifted on her knees, letting his still hard erection slip free from her sheath. Then Eden threw her leg over Jon’s hip and faced him.
His grin was pure conquering warrior. “I apologize in advance. This ain’t gonna last long, because I’m about to blow.”
“You don’t have to prove your staying power to me. You’ve wrung me out.”
Plastic crinkled behind her as Billy donned a condom.
Jon gathered her against his chest and kissed her. Keeping her focus on the soft, wet, warm recess of his mouth as Billy coated her puckered hole with cool gel.
Eden shuddered with want when Billy inserted one slippery finger past the ring of muscles. More gel, another finger coating her, stretching her. Fucking her. Marking her.
“So tight. So hot. So mine.” Fingers were replaced with the head of his cock. “Gonna be good, but baby, it’ll be hard and short.”
“Such an adventurous girl, taking us both on. How’s it gonna feel to be stuffed with cock?” Jon cranked her head to the side and sucked the sensitive skin above her collarbone, ratcheting her need another level.
A tickling tongue zigzagged up her spine. “Ready?” Billy breathed against the back of her head.
“Past ready. Do it now.”
Billy canted her pelvis to his liking. Jon reached between their bodies, poising his cock at the entrance to her pussy.
They plunged into her simultaneously.
“Oh God.” She felt every twitch and jerk of their cocks in her ass and her pussy and her womb, even when they weren’t moving.
Billy stayed in place while Jon pulled out. Then they switched. Back and forth. Their bodies shook uncontrollably, yet they kept an easy, careful penetration. But that wasn’t what Eden wanted. She wanted roughness, no-holds-barred passion. To be used shamelessly. “Stop.”
Both men froze. Jon said, “Are we hurting you?”
“No. I want you to let loose. I want you guys to fuck me like you mean it.” She tightened her anus and her pussy around their cocks and they both hissed. “I won’t break.” She turned her head and challenged Billy. “But I dare you to try.”
Billy snarled, “You asked for it,” and rammed deep.
Jon twisted his fingers in her hair and jerked her head up so he could watch his cock impaling her. Over and over.
They fucked her without pause. Thrusting together. Each taking what they needed. Sandwiched between slick, hard, pounding bodies, surrounded by the scents of sex and the sound of primal male grunts, she started to come apart with a prolonged scream of complete female satisfaction, taking both men over the edge with her.
No one said a word.
Billy pulled out first and left the room. She rolled off Jon, landing flat on her back on the mattress. Several seconds passed as she acclimated her breathing.
Then Jon’s serious face was above hers. “You’re beautiful. Thank you for sharing yourself with me one last time.”
“Oh, I see. Now that you’ve proven your rock star penchant for threesomes, you’re tossing me out?”
“No.” He pushed a section of hair behind her ear. “I’m stepping aside.”
“What?”
“We’re still friends, great friends, but no more friends with bennies. Billy is a great guy and he really cares about you.”
“How do you know?”
“Any man who’d willingly share his woman with another man because that’s what she wanted, even when it makes him see red, is a man insanely in love.”
“But—”
“No buts. Trust in it. Trust in him. Be happy, dollface. You deserve it.” He kissed her forehead. Like a friend would. “Now scram. I need my beauty sleep.”
Eden hopped off the bed and dressed, noticing Billy’s clothes were already gone.
Chapter Fourteen
Billy heard her footsteps coming down the hall and wondered how he should play this. Knowing Eden, ignoring it was his best option.
He faced her. “Hey, beautiful. You okay?”
“Yeah. Worn out. I should go.”
No. Stay. He smiled tightly. “I’ll walk you out.” It surprised him when she reached for his hand as they left the condo and walked to her car.
Cicadas sang in the trees, filling the silence.
Finally she spoke. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Are you done with the Feather Light project?”
“Almost.”
“What happens now?”
“I’ll have a final decision by tomorrow.” Feeling helpless, he let go of her and shoved his hands in his jeans. “You know I have to give the city my recommendation first?”
She nodded and glanced away.
But not before he caught her hopeless look. Were her eyes tearing up? Or was that a trick of the moonlight? His stomach muscles knotted. “Come over for dinner tomorrow night.”
Her suspicious gaze whipped back to him. “You cook?”
“No. But I do a mean take-out order. It’ll give us some time alone before—”
“—you go back to Chicago.”
“Does it bother you? The thought of me leaving?”
“It doesn’t surprise me.” After opening the SUV door, she stopped. “Good luck with your reports. Call me tomorrow and let me know what time I should come over.”
“Eden—”
“Goodnight, Billy.” The door clicked shut. She started the engine, the radio blared Stone Temple Pilots and she sped off.
“That went well,” he said to her taillights.
Several hours later Billy rubbed the grit from his eyes. Decision made, he signed off on the report, printed two copies and hastily shoved the sheaf of papers on top of the desk in the living room.
He’d drop off the original tomorrow. Maybe put it off until the next day if it’d give him more time with Eden. He crawled in bed, unsure for the first time in his career whether he’d made the best choice.
The white ceiling wasn’t particularly interesting, but he stared at it for an eternity before he drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Billy made one last visual sweep of the setting. Timer set so the food didn’t dry out. Candles lit. Music playing. Wine uncorked. He expelled a nervous sigh. How would Eden react to his confession? Especially after he told her he had to leave first thing in the morning? Hey, I love you, but I gotta go.
The doorbell dinged.
Eden slunk in wearing a skin-tight black cat suit and a cat-like grin. “Hope I’m not too early.”
Billy wrapped his hand around her neck and took her mouth. The taste of her burst on his tongue. “Might be a little early for dessert.”
“Mmm.” Her dainty fingertips traced a straight line from his throat to his stomach, lingering on the waistband of his jeans. “I was thinking more along the lines of an appetizer.” On tiptoes, she brushed a fleeting kiss on his chin. “But I guess I can wait for dessert, if you can.” She sauntered to the breakfast bar separating the small kitchen and the living area.
Damn. He drooled at the curve of her ass and followed her like a dog on a leash. He’d need every ounce of patience to survive the night. While he poured the wine, she silently assessed the condo’s sparse furnishings.
“What’s your apartment like in Chicago?”
“A lot like this.” Boring. Bland. Lonely. “Although it does have a better view.”
Eden murmured her thanks when he passed her a glass of red wine. “You’ve made your decision?”
“Yes. But you know I can’t tell you—”
“I know.” A beat passed, then two. “I am anxious, but mostly because I’m not sure what I want anymore.”
“Professionally?”
“And personally.”
If he said the wrong thing she’d clam up. He kept his tone offhand. “Well, you already o
wn a charming bungalow with the picket fence. Looking for a husband and the 2.5 kids to go along with it?”
“I have three hundred kids right now who count on me,” she said dryly. “It’s a pretty hefty responsibility. Besides, I can’t imagine with my upbringing that I’d have any parenting skills.” She poured merlot in her empty glass. “I’ve focused all my energies at the center. I don’t have time for much else. Didn’t you say your social life was pathetic? Mine is worse. My friends are more forgiving than the men who’ve tried to have a relationship with me.”
“Which is why hooking up with Jon works out?”
“Yeah. We’ve been buddies since college. No chance either of us wants more.” She smiled. “Last night was unbelievably hot.”
“No regrets?”
“No. But it’s not an experience I ever have to repeat. Guess I’m more of a one-woman man.”
He’d be that man if he had anything to say about it. “So, if you’ve been hooking up with Jon whenever the mood strikes you, when was your last actual relationship?”
“Three years ago.”
“How long did it last?”
Eden’s eyes narrowed. “How long did your most recent relationship last, Billy?”
“The longest relationship I’ve ever had lasted a month.”
She truly looked shocked. “So what is wrong with us?”
“Maybe we’re not willing to settle for second best when we’ve had the real thing.”
“Real? Lord. We were so young neither of us knew what that meant.”
Billy angled across the counter and briefly placed his mouth over hers. “I know you don’t want to talk about this. But what we had ten years ago was real.”
The timer on the stove dinged. Saved by the bell. Billy dropped the discussion. “Come on. Let’s eat.”
During dinner Eden was as animated, slyly sarcastic and charming as ever. After they’d devoured the meal, she washed the dishes while he dried. Peace settled over him. What would it be like to come home to her every night? While her hands were occupied, he snugged his body behind hers, holding aside her silky hair so he could trail warm kisses down her neck.
She angled her head letting him take what he wanted.
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