Bad Boys of Eden Box Set Day 1: Yours Truly, Taddy by Avery Aster
Posted by Opal Carew
Ah, Eden! The tropical island resort where all your sensual fantasies can come true. You can find love under any umbrella, and unbridled passions behind every door. Welcome to the beginning of our author spotlight series exploring all the sins and seductions in the new Bad Boys of Eden box set. This box set celebrates some of the hottest releases from the Invitation to Eden series, a series hailed by reviewers as “Sexy as Hell”– and for good reason!
Today we’ll also be looking at Avery Aster’s “Yours Truly, Taddy.”
Broke but determined, Taddy accepts a job as a fashion model to pay for her college tuition.
Jetting to Martinique for a modeling assignment with three of Europe’s hottest magazine photographers—Gustave, Fabian, and Leon—should’ve been easy, breezy beautiful. Never did I expect to look up and see a hole in the ceiling of our plane that was bigger in size than my Birkin bag.
Shit! We’re nose-diving toward Eden Island. I pictured how my New York Times obituary might read when I’m gone, “Taddy Brill, Manhattanite, dethroned descendant of the Austrian House of Brillford royalty, dies at age eighteen, penniless, unloved, and a virgin.” I swear this crap only happens to me. Suddenly, Leon pulls me with Fabian and Gustave. Adrenaline racing through me, our bodies clung as one. We prepared to…crash.The Undergrad Years is a New Adult contemporary miniseries about first loves, independence, and everlasting friendships.
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set-up: plane has crashed at sea
My mind raced faster than my body could swim. I tried a few times to zone out and paddle forward. You know, get in that cardio trance where your breasts are jiggling, hair flying, and work the flip out.
Ugh. I counted every second. One, kicking my legs, two, lifting my right arm up, three, stroke, followed by left arm up, stroke.
No matter how hard I swam, my fears worsened. The water overwhelmed me. I could almost make out a thin sliver of land, way ahead of us, but it seemed far. I gotta ask. “Leon…”
He stopped and turned around to face me.
“Will we make Eden before dark?”
“What are we gonna do?”
“The moonlight can guide us,” Leon replied in all seriousness. However to me, he sounded almost romantic. I had to put my mind into some state of fantasy. Otherwise I’d go nuts with the reality of what we were doing: swimming for our life. “Need a break?”
“Please.” I wasn’t as tired as I thought I’d be. If anything, my fears supercharged me.
He swam over, put his arms around me, and asked, “Thirsty?”
“Ah-huh, and hungry.” Let’s not forget horny.
“Me too.” Leon brushed up me. I could’ve sworn I felt— “Sorry,” he muttered in a low voice.
“You’re fine.” Heck, you’re more than fine. Take me. Right here. Right now.
His nose touched mine. Intent and close, we stared at each other as if we each only had one eye. I wrapped my arms, and then my legs, around him. His erection pressed up against me. Lowering my right hand, I glided my thumb against the head of his dick. Ever so slowly, with each trace of my finger over his cock, Leon’s devilish smile widened.
“Your body is tight. If you loosen your limbs, you might kick better.”
Trembling, I slipped a finger into the well of my cunt. I couldn’t help myself, Leon was right, every muscle in my body tensed. Not from the swim, but from being in his arms. He made me nervous and excited. Until meeting Leon this week, I’d never felt these urges as strongly as I did now. I held on to his shoulders, kissing him all over again.
“Maybe this will help you relax.” His hands, controlled and focused, found mine.
“Leon,” I whispered under my breath, unsure if we should.
“Let me touch you.” Kissing me, he pressed his fingers up against my g-spot. He knew exactly where to go. Even in the water, Leon hit it like a switch. Jesus!
Lip-to-lip, I whimpered into his mouth, moaning, calling out to him, “I want you.” A tingly sensation overcame the lower part of my body. “Oh, I’m going to—”
“Come for me, Mon chére.”He spoke as if in my daydream.
Just a little, right there, in the water, I came. Pulling him into me, I wasn’t going to stop. We didn’t have any condoms and I didn’t care. “Fuck me. I want you inside of me.” I needed him. I tightened my legs around his torso.
Forget the fact that we weren’t an item, let alone floating in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, I never thought my first time would be casual.
Regardless of the formalities, being with Leon Lartique, right this very second, sharing my body with him, suddenly felt like the most meaningful thing I’d ever done. The importance of this meant more to me than graduating from Avon Porter, getting into college, or making my own money. This, right here, what we were sharing, was the truest expression of oneself.
My brain had been awake for years, in recent times so had my heart, but not until today had I thought much about my soul, about life and death. Leon touched my soul.
Today could be my last day alive. I refused to go with regrets.
“Mon chére, I’ve never…had unsafe sex before.”
“Ha! I’ve never had any kind of sex before. So skin-to-skin will be new for me too.”
The tip of his dick slid inside me. Welcoming him, I took more. My muscles contracted tight around him. “Ahhh,” I moaned, watching his face.
He found his groove in the water.
“Am I hurting you?” He pulled out, almost all the way.
“Amazing—keep going.” To show my comfort, I fell back, floating in the water.
Weightlessness surrounded us.
In long, slow strokes, he fucked me. The sunset cast shadows across his face. His skin was illuminated with amber hues of paradise. Leon spoke to me in French, caressing my breasts, saying beautiful things to me that sounded lyrical and poetic.
For a minute, I closed my eyes, taking all of this in. Hypnotic! My senses felt intoxicated in a newfound euphoria. My hair floated around me as if petals in the wind.
The water’s level rose up past my ears, over my eyelashes. Hands at my sides, they seemed unattached to the rest of me.
Leon’s grip at my torso tightened. His penetration taught. Hips pulsating faster, he was going to come. So was I. Again.
Inhaling deeply through my nose, he impaled me. Just a small oval of air at the surface circled over my face. It felt cool. The rest of me was submerged into the sea with ecstasy.
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Posted on March 10, 2015, in Boxed Set, Invitation to Eden, New Releases, Novellas, Other Authors and tagged 99cents, Alpha, alpha male, Author, Avery Aster, bad boy, books, boxed set, Invitation to Eden, Models. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.