Page 65 of Eden's Deliverance

He’s moaning, I’m grunting, she’s squealing. The three of us fuck one another in the most beautiful display of teamwork I’ve ever seen.

Being college jocks gives us more opportunities to have a threesome than attending Eden does. It’s not explicitly in the rules whether you can take multiple partners or not, but because of Rainbow Nights, nobody seems eager to participate during regular visits.

However, the simplicity of having a house off campus means we can bring girls back whenever we want to. We just can’t do the things weactuallywant to do, or they’ll get scared.

Now, there’s a clear difference between the average threesome and the depravity we’re enjoying with Scarlett, but we make do. Like I said, women usually run screaming if I open up about my kinks, so the pickings are slim. That’s not to say I’m trying to convince her into this with us because she’s our only option—I just don’t want anyone else. I’ve been with other Ruby women, and it’s fine.

Just fine.

I couldn’t say exactly what my problem is or why I won’t give up Scarlett to go backwards. I would be lying if I said her innocence wasn’t extremely appealing, but that sounds a little more predatory than I mean for it to.

I’m not proud of the things Skylar and I have gotten ourselves into—things we know Dario is deep-rooted in—but I can’t complain either. I gave myself over to something bigger than myself, and I was rewarded in return.

I have a decent life now; I was able to leave my trashy home and put myself through college with the purpose of injecting some actualgoodinto this shitty world. Plus, Skylar and I have never been more bonded.

Scarlett is something else to me, and she’s even more to Sky.

Maybe I do like the prospect of squeezing her into the mold of what I like sexually. Maybe she’s different from other Ruby women because she doesn’t play the helpless victim, she bites back like no one I’ve met before, and the fire in her soul reminds me a little of myself. Maybe it’s because she keeps coming back, no matter what we do to her—like she’s as obsessed with us as we are with her.

The thing about obsession is that it doesn’t always come with a reason. It’s irrational, toxic, overwhelming, and sometimes hypnotic. It’s mind-altering.

Whatever the reason—be it her pliable innocence, her brattiness, or her willingness to put up with our crazy asses—I want her to be mine more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.

Skylar’s erratic thrusting comes to a halt with an embarrassingly stuttered grunt. He fists her hair and buries himself in the back of her throat, his hips twitching as he comes on her sweet tongue. She chokes on the invasion but perseveres like the good little girl she is.

Guess I win after all.

I don’t keep them waiting, immediately spilling my jizz into her swollen pussy at the sight of him abusing her pretty lips. She tightens around my cock as if begging me not to leave, but she doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.

My hips draw back slowly, and a stream of cum drips from her when I remove myself. Scooping up every drop before it falls, I stuff it back inside her with my fingers.

Scarlett hasn’t yelled at us for the unprotected sex, but I imagine that’s because she knows we saw her birth control when we snooped through her room. After watching my cum flow from her pussy, I don’t think I could bear to use a condom.

However, this is the part I don’t love dealing with. Taking one for the team, I interrupt my afterglow to uncuff her wrists before Skylar and I collapse onto the bed at each side of her spent body.

That was really something.

It’s probably not as perverse as we’d have liked to get, but props to him for sharing her without ripping my head off, and props to me for my infallible puppeteering.

Together, we made magic, and my little chemist was the catalyst.

Already, I’m thinking about what else she might let me do to her—us, rather. Now that we’ve both had her, I don’t see us ever fucking her separately. At least…I thought so, until Skylar started this mission to steal her outside of Eden. He made it pretty clear what he thought about me kissing her on their porch, so bring on the territorial pissing match.

She’s not his by any right.

I can only hope the trust she’s gained in me tonight is enough to finally get her to put on the red mask. That’s when the real fun begins.

24

Skylar

Scarlett’s shovelingfood into her mouth like a starved woman, as if I didn’t just feed her a gallon of cum last night.

My eyes stay glued to her lips like a moth to a flame, because I know exactly how that mouth feels wrapped around me. I know the texture and taste of her tongue, and I know the shape her lips twist into when she orgasms.

I know what her blood tastes like.

“Skylar, baby, you’re awfully quiet tonight.” My mom’s voice pulls me out of the fantasy replaying in my head from yesterday. “Did you party a little too hard last night?”

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