She felt a thrill of excitement. Was he about to take her without a condom? She wouldn’t stop him. Wouldn’t even regret it afterward. But to her disappointment Willow lubed two fingers and braced them at her asshole. “Touch your clit.”

Eden stroked herself as he penetrated her. It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable. She inhaled, trying to relax her deep muscles. Outside the car, crickets chirped and party sounds drifted from behind the house.

“You feel amazing, baby.”

She closed her eyes, rubbing herself lightly as Willow worked. As he sank all the way inside her, the champagne she’d drunk rushed to her head, making her feel like she was on drugs. She moaned, and Willow clapped his free hand to her mouth. “You wanna try it with my cock?”

He pulled his palm away and she nodded. “Yes. Yes, please.”

He eased back, yanking a condom from his pocket and tearing it open. Eden felt a surge of disappointment. Of course, he was using a condom. She had no idea why she wanted him to throw caution to the wind so badly, but she did. He sheathed himself and rubbed the extra lube over his cock. As he braced at her entrance, Eden’s breath caught in her throat. There was no way this could happen. He was going to destroy her…

Willow smiled. “Relax, baby. Breathe.”

Eden tried, but when Willow pushed forward, the firmness of his cock made her hips buck.

Willow smoothed a hand across her cheek. “Do you want me to fuck your pussy?”

No, she wanted something hard and wrong. She wanted to get fucked in the ass. She stretched her arms over her head and made her body go soft. “Try again.”

“Do this for me first.” Willow grabbed her hand and pressed it to her clit. She stroked herself as he rubbed her asshole with his thumb. As the seconds passed, she relaxed for real, sinking into the leather upholstery. Years ago, she’d drank with a colorectal surgeon who’d told her the human asshole was amazingly stretchy. ‘As long as you’re relaxed, you could shove a Pringle’s can up there,’ she’d said.

Eden decided to hold her to that.

“Fuck me,” she told Willow, her voice languid with alcohol and near-orgasm.

“You got it, baby.”

This time it was easy. Once the head was inside, the rest followed with less pain than his fingers. His cock was softer and as he pressed inside, she stretched like butter, her nerves tingling and expanding alongside him.

He moaned, thrusting slowly, muttering curses, praise, everything under the sun. Eden remembered how he’d looked standing in front of his car today. Waiting for her like the groom from a fantasy she couldn’t remember having.