Beyond Eden (43 page)

“Again?” Paul asked softly, running his hands up Eve’s thighs as he stared up at her with a look of absolute adoration.

“No.” Eve reached down to grab Paul, tugging on his shoulders impatiently and forcing him to crawl back onto the bed. “In me—right now. I need your cock.”

Paul fell over Eve, capturing her lips and pushing his tongue into her mouth with raw, unrestrained desire as the two of them shared her taste in a decadent kiss that had Danny running his hand over the length of his hard cock through his jeans.

“Evie in the middle,” she panted, using surprising strength as she wrapped her arms tightly around Paul and flipped their positions. She sat up, tossing her long hair behind her as she looked down at Paul, who was sprawled out beneath her. She stroked Paul’s cock, running her hand up the length of it and then brushed her thumb over the head in a way that had Paul arching into her as his eyes closed under the weight of pleasure. “I’m going to use your cock for my amusement. What do you have to say about that?”

“Hot,” Paul rasped, arching into her hand once more.

Eve giggled, betraying the two Hurricanes she drank while they waited for the room to get ready. A smile tugged at Paul’s lips, his face relaxed in a way that was nice to see, making it obvious he was also buzzing off his own free drinks. He laced his hands behind his head, lying there passively as Eve guided his cock into her, sliding down the long, thick length of it. Her head fell back with a moan, her long hair falling around her like a veil. Paul moaned too, arching his hips up to take her deeply with a look of intense pleasure etched on his handsome face.

When Paul was fully sheathed inside her, Eve looked over her shoulder at Danny. Her green eyes glowed with seduction and playfulness as she arched one amber eyebrow at him in challenge.

Danny just stared back at her, arching his own eyebrow as he put his cigarette in the ashtray, realizing it had burned out while he had sat there entranced with the two of them. He knew what Eve was silently asking for and it was too much to deny. He tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head as Eve squeaked in excitement. She turned her attention back to Paul, falling forward, her hands resting on his broad shoulders as she moved over him seductively.

Paul was drunk, his self-control was probably limited when Eve was fucking him like she was. Danny made quick work of searching through his bag for the bottle of lube and then walked over to the bed in slow, stalking steps that had both Paul and Eve tensing in anticipation. He tossed the lube on the bed and then wrapped his arm around Eve, inhaling her scent as he buried his face into the curve of her neck.

“You want me to make you a whore?” Danny ran his hand down the valley between her breasts possessively, losing himself to his desire to dominate that had gotten a thousand times worse when he had both Eve and Paul willing to let him control them whenever he wanted. “Is that what you’re asking for?”

Eve leaned back against him with a breathy moan. “Yes.” “Beg me.”

“Please,” she pleaded in a soft, seductive voice, making all the hairs on his body stand on end. She had learned a lot from him over the past few months, but she had also picked up a lot of things from Paul and that voice was one of them. Danny actually had to bite his lip to hide the groan of pleasure her sensual begging caused as her head fell back against his shoulder, lolling to the side so that her breath was warm against his neck. “Make me a whore, Danny Boy—
your
whore.”

A dark smile tugged at Danny’s lips and he leaned down, placing kisses over the soft line of her shoulder as he pulled down his zipper and took out his cock, pushing his jeans just low enough to accommodate. He reached for the bottle of lube and flipped the cap open. He felt Eve’s body tighten in expectation as he coated his fingers and then stuck the small bottle into his back pocket.

“Keep her relaxed,” Danny told Paul as he worked one slick finger into Eve’s ass, making her jerk forward from just that small touch.

He groaned, his body clenching in a hot rush of desire as he felt of how tight she was with Paul buried deeply inside her. He kissed the curve of her neck once more, his other hand cupping one full breast, his thumb rubbing over a rosy nipple beaded tight with desire. Paul sat up, trapping her between the two of them as he kissed the other side of her neck, and reached down, rubbing his fingers against her clit while Danny worked a second finger into her ass.

Eve was completely lost, moaning and shifting between them as she wrapped her arms tightly around Paul, clinging to him as she ground herself onto his cock. Her breath was already bursting out of her in sharp pants, making it obvious she was going to come.

“She’s already pretty relaxed,” Paul groaned, his head falling back as Eve kept grinding against him. His weight was resting on one arm behind him. His fist tightened in the sheets as he arched up into Eve. “You gotta do it, Danny Boy. Please.”

Danny heard the plea. Eve and Paul were going to fall over the edge without him if he didn’t hurry. He grabbed the lube out of his pocket and covered his cock, biting back his own groan at the feeling of it sliding through slick fingers. He reached around Eve, his fingers digging into Paul’s back as he guided himself into Eve, being gentle not to

hurt her because no amount of liquor could change the fact that both he and Paul had been built nicely.

Paul stopped touching her, his fingers threading through Eve’s long hair instead. He brought her lips to his when she squeaked as Danny started pushing into her. Eve’s lips parted to the slide of Paul’s tongue and he swallowed her low moan. Their kissing was frantic, their mouths open, their tongues brushing in way that had Danny leaning over to watch as he used his grip on Paul’s back to sheathe himself fully inside Eve. Both Paul and Eve moaned, their bodies becoming languid with pleasure.

“I can feel you in her,” Paul groaned, falling back against the bed, pulling Eve down with him as his hands ran over her bare back, holding her tightly to him. “Makes her so tight.”

“Fuck us,” Eve rasped, pushing her ass back against Danny. “Please.”

Danny rested one knee on the bed and gripped at Eve’s hips as he started fucking her slowly, pulling out and pushing back in as he fought for control. He kept his strokes short, forcing her against Paul with small, gentle movements that had both of them panting and writhing beneath him. They were passive, neither one of them fighting for more than what he was giving and Danny enjoyed the novelty as much as the desire caused from knowing he was holding them both on the brink of oblivion without pushing them over by fucking her harder.

Drawing out the pleasure had all three of their bodies glistening with sweat, making the slide of skin against skin slick and erotic. As much as Danny loved being with Paul and Eve individually, it was when he had both of them under him that he felt like there was a heaven for fallen angels.

They stayed like that for a while, moving slowly and erotically together, until Eve broke first and started begging for more. Her impatience caught up with her as it always did and she became desperate for release. When Paul was in the middle, Danny would toy with him longer, but with Eve, he usually gave in without argument. His strokes became harder and longer as he lost his battle for control, making the pleasure coil in his stomach just waiting for the moment to spring free. He had to grit his teeth against the urge to lose himself as Eve started moaning loudly. Her body started grinding between them, her fingers digging into Paul’s shoulders. Finally she pushed forward and bit at the curve of Paul’s neck hard enough to break the skin.

Paul jerked in reaction, his hips forcing his cock deeply into Eve. That one hard movement was enough to push all three of them over the edge without warning. Danny squeezed his eyes shut as bliss spiraled through his body without his permission, forcing him to fuck Eve harder. The sounds of Paul and Eve coming with him filtered in and out of dazed consciousness. The way Eve clenched rhythmically, her body moving instinctively between him and Paul made Danny feel as if every ounce of energy had been pulled out of him as he came deeply inside her with a burst of raging pleasure.

When Danny fell over her in sated exhaustion, Eve was still moaning softly, her body clenching around both him and Paul, leaving both of them shaking and groaning

with her. He was so dazed he forgot to be considerate. It was Paul’s shove as he reached around Eve and gripped at Danny’s hip that pulled him back to reality.

“She can’t breathe,” Paul groaned, shoving him once more. “Get off.”

Danny did as told, falling off Eve and landing painfully on the bottle of lube. With a curse, he reached beneath him and grabbed it, tossing it to the floor with a huff as he tried to gain his breath back. With one hand on his chest, feeling the rapid pounding of his heart, Danny turned to watch Paul stroke Eve’s hair as she panted breathlessly over him.

“You want a bath?” Danny asked in concern once Eve’s breathing had evened out. “I can run it for you.”

“Yeah.” Eve rubbed her cheek against Paul’s hard chest. Her face was flushed bright pink. Sweaty tendrils of hair clung to her temples and the sides of her neck, making her look thoroughly debauched as she groaned, “I’m sore—really sore.”

“Shit.” Danny rubbed a hand over his face as he tried to wake himself up from the sex-hazed dreaminess that came from fucking both of them. “Why didn’t you tell me before I hurt you? I would have been gentler.”

“Oh, it’s okay,” she said, her eyes blinking open to reveal sated green orbs dancing with happiness despite her discomfort. “Totally worth it.”

Danny rolled his eyes as he got up. He kicked his jeans off rather than pull them back on and walked naked to the bathroom, knowing Paul’s fawning over her would bring her down better than his could. He found a large garden tub in the bathroom along with a shower that was big enough for the three of them. Danny decided those two features alone would be worth the outrageous amount he was paying for the suite.

He fell to his knees on the tiled floor, turning on the faucet of the large tub and holding his hand under the water to make sure it was warm enough. He was still kneeling there when Eve’s squeals and giggling had him frowning toward the open door. Paul walked into the bathroom, Eve in his arms as her body shook in laughter.

“Don’t drop her,” Danny snapped when he saw the way Eve was squirming in Paul’s arms. “You’re drunk too.”

“Not that drunk,” Paul said with a wide grin that made him a bald-faced liar. “Back up, Danny Boy.”

Danny backed up and winced when Paul dropped Eve into the bathtub none too gently, making water splash all over the tiles. Eve slid down in the water, her hair floating like red silk around her slim body. Her hands flew to her face as peals of giggles burst out of her.

“I don’t want you carrying her when you’ve been drinking,” Danny growled at Paul, not nearly as amused as the two of them, having been the only one who refused the free drinks the hotel had offered because he’d been too irritated by having to wait for the room to bother. “That pisses me off.”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Paul hummed invitingly as he pushed at Eve’s shoulder and then crawled into the tub behind her. “Did you bring your whip?”

“He did. I saw him pack it,” Eve said, falling back against Paul contently, her eyes drifting closed. “I want to live in this bathroom. This bathtub is huge. I can’t believe we both fit. You don’t even fit in the tub at home by yourself.”

“True,” Paul agreed and then turned to look at Danny, his blue eyes swirling with a fresh surge of desire. “Did you really pack your whip?”

“Yeah,” Danny said as he admired them. The two of them looked so beautiful together in the garden tub with Paul’s large, muscular arms wrapped around Eve’s slim body protectively. He felt a twinge of pain in his heart that had never gone away when he and Eve had made the decision to try to enjoy their last bit of time with Paul. He gave Paul a weak smile. “Your back healed nicely. I figured we could get a little edgy while we were here—maybe even go to a club.”

“Oh?” Paul said, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “You wanna play publicly?

It’s been a long time.”

“I want to show you and Eve off,” Danny admitted, looking away from them as the stab in his heart got worse. “You two make a nice pair. I want to flaunt it while I still can.”

“Naughty,” Paul said, obviously choosing to ignore the other implications because he had also been working hard at ignoring the heartache and just enjoying their time together. A laugh burst out of him as he pulled a face at Danny. “You think Eve is ready for a club? Especially one here?”

Danny shrugged. “It may require a Hurricane or two.” “Or ten,” Paul laughed again.

“Oh, please,” Eve said, rolling her eyes at the two of them. “What could be worse than what I see every day with the two of you?”

“A lot,” Danny said, wincing at the thought. “You have no idea the kinky shit out there.”

“We’re such a bad influence,” Paul groaned, his eyes closing as his arms tightened around Eve.

“I guess,” Danny said, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly and then staring at Eve, who had threaded her fingers through Paul’s and was holding up both their hands, admiring the way her small hand looked in his large one. “I’ll make you a deal, Evie Girl.”

“That’s always ominous,” Eve said, still staring at her hand with her fingers laced tightly with Paul’s. “What’s the deal?”

“Make me a painting of the two of you and I’ll take you to a club.”

“Make him pay you,” Paul countered, his eyes narrowed at Danny. “He was going to take us to a club anyway. If he wants to commission a painting make him pay for it.”

Eve turned around to look at Paul and then glanced back to Danny. “What sort of painting?”

“An erotic one,” Danny said as if it were obvious. “Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve fucking.”

“I’d need pictures,” Eve said, looking away from him and staring ahead unseeing. “I can’t paint myself without pictures. I don’t know what I look like when I’m fucking.”

“You look hot when you’re fucking,” Paul said with a seductive smile as he tilted his head and brushed some of the wet hair off her neck. “Really hot.”