[Invitation to Eden 21.0] Falling or Flying by RG Alexander

Yes. She reveled in the scrape of his fingertips, rougher than she’d expected, and the bite of his teeth on her lips. Reality was so much better.
    She knew Court was watching and she didn’t care. Every tug of Austin’s fingers shot straight to her sex, making her tremble. Maybe it was the drink, or the romance of the old plane, or the danger of being lost on the island. Maybe the aphrodisiac that was the Eden breeze was finally working on her. Whatever the reason, she knew she’d never wanted anyone this much. Never needed so desperately to be taken.
    And she wanted Court to see it.
    Joely reached out to tug on Austin’s shirt and his hands left her long enough to comply with rough haste, the sound of buttons popping making her smile against his lips. Then she was touching his chest. Smooth and strong. He felt so good. When she caressed his stomach, his fingers tightened against her breasts, making her gasp.
    Oh God, she liked that. She loved that. She wanted him to do it again. Her hands dropped to his belt and he took his mouth away. Joely moaned in denial at the loss.
    “Not yet, baby. Not that.” He raised his voice, the smoky sound rasping with passion. “Court? Dare me to make her come.”
    “Do it.” Court’s rumble sounded pained. “Hell, man, if you don’t I will.”
    “No you won’t. Not tonight.” Austin stared into her eyes as his hands cupped her shoulders and pushed her onto her back against the pile of clothes. “Tell me you want this, Joely. I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to make you come.”
    “Yes,” she answered breathlessly, trying to pull him on top of her. “I want it. I need it.”
    He hesitated, but she was all need now. There was no room for thought or doubt or shame. No room for pride. She was wild as the island. She had to have more. “He dared you,” she moaned. “You have to do it or you’ll lose the game, Austin. Please .”
    “Jesus, Joely.” Austin yanked the thin pajama bottoms off her legs and gripped her thighs with his hands, opening them wide on either side of him. “God, look at you. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, how many times I dreamed about how sweet you’d taste. You’re so wet, baby.”
    He lowered his head and she cried his name at the first firm lick of his tongue. Austin growled against her clit and her hips lifted in reaction.
    More , she was chanting in her head. More, more, make me come .
    She reached down and slid her fingers into this thick, dark hair, holding him close as her hips rocked against him again. More , she begged as he teased her with light strokes around her clit.
    “That’s right, Mary Ann,” Court muttered. “Show him what you want. Austin, I think your girl needs a hard ride. She’s too fucking close for you to tease.”
    Joely closed her eyes. Why was that sexy? She knew Austin could taste the fresh flood of need at Court’s raw commentary because he groaned against her hungrily. Then he was gripping her hips and rolling onto his back with her thighs on either side of his head.
    “Oh my God,” she moaned, her hands still in his hair as she looked down into his eyes.
    “Take what you need.” Court urged. “Ride him. Or do I have to dare you?”
    She leaned forward so she could balance on her hands and started to slowly rock against his mouth. It was an intimate position. Powerful.  She lifted her hips just out of reach, smiling when she heard him growl. His strong hands dragged her back impatiently, and then finally he was thrusting his tongue deep inside her.
    “ Yes. God, yes, like that, Austin.”
    His fingers dug into her the cheeks of her ass and hers curled into the ground as they moved together toward her climax. The firelight flickered around them like a living primal spirit. That was how she felt. Uncivilized. Hot. Wild.
    She turned her head and saw Court staring at her over the flames, his expression almost savage. The need coming off him in waves of heat only fueled hers and