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

she pumped against Austin’s mouth faster. Harder. Court bit his lip, watching her breasts swaying as if he wanted to taste them. As if he wanted to join them. Share her with Austin.
    Had she thought about it before? Would she ever be able to think about anything else?
    “Fuck me,” she whispered, looking away from Court and down into stormy gray eyes. “Taste me, Austin. Make me come. That’s what I want. Yes, deeper. God, yes .”
    She screamed when the orgasm hit her, the sound skipping across the water and echoing through the trees and into the night. She wondered for a heartbeat if they could hear her at the castle, and then she couldn’t breathe or think or feel anything but this. Him. Austin.
    Her body was quaking and her mind still reeling when Austin kissed her thigh and slid out from under her. She dropped her forehead to the ground and closed her eyes, hoping she wasn’t going to shake apart while Austin and Court spoke above her.
    “You good here for tonight?”
    “Take her, Austin. We both know you need to.”
    He scooped Joely up in his arms and she looked over his shoulder at Court standing alone by the fire. Their game was over.
    “Where are you taking me, Professor?” She buried her face in his neck and inhaled, memorizing every detail of this moment. She couldn’t remember anyone doing this for her before. Carrying her. Taking care of her.
    She could learn to like it.
    He ducked when they reached the entrance and she looked around, seeing the cave lit by Court’s two sex candles and more clothing piled on the ground in lieu of a pallet. The box of condoms was the stand-out decoration. “Why does this look like a planned seduction, Austin Wright?”
    “Planning is usually what I do,” Austin responded gruffly. “But this was Court. He planned. I dreamed.”
    “Dreamed?” He kept saying that. Suddenly everything looked strangely familiar. As if they’d been here before, like this. As if this was always going to happen.
    He laid her down on the clothes and stood, unbuttoning his pants. “About you, Joely. More times than I can count. I dreamed about making love to you in this cave before I flew to Miami yesterday. I only realized it was the same place when we arrived. Maybe the island is the one with the plan.”
    You’re in my dreams too. Joely bit her lip so she wouldn’t admit it out loud.  “She does like to meddle,” she murmured, watching him slip off the remainder of his clothes. “At this moment I’m not sure that’s a bad thing.”
    When he stood naked above her she swallowed and licked her lips. Austin was too good to be true. To be real. Was she still dreaming? He was like one of those Greek statues…if those statues were of well-endowed demi-gods with erections that made her mouth water. Made her want him again.
    Unable to restrain herself, she rose up onto her knees and slid her hands up his thighs. She could see the puckered scars on his kneecaps and hips, and she wanted to run her tongue along them. She didn’t like thinking of him in pain, but without them he would be too flawless. They made him real. Human. Sexier.
    She tilted her head back and sent him a siren smile. “In this dream of yours was I on my knees like this?”
    When her hand gripped his hard shaft he hissed. “Actually, this is a surprise.”
    “I’m full of surprises, Mr. Wright. You should pay attention.”
     

 

Chapter Three
     
    “Joely. Joely, damn it you have to stop.”
    She lifted her mouth, gasping when his tongue flicked her clit again. As soon as she started to touch him things had gotten out of control. Now they were both on the floor of the cave, her body draped over his, her mouth on his erection and his doing deliciously wicked things between her thighs.
    “ You’re not stopping,” she moaned, licking the tip of his shaft. “Why should I—Oh, Austin, don’t stop.”
    He bit the inside of her thigh and grunted in frustration. “It’s your fault. I’m a starving castaway