Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(27)

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's pathetic, isn't it?"

She shook her head. "I'm glad."

She was lying on her back. While he watched, she spread her thighs. Using her fingers, she spread her labia to reveal her opening. He took his cock in his hand and closed his eyes. "If you don't stop showing me things like that, I'm going to come."

"Come closer, Eric," she murmured. "Will you do something for me?"

"Anything." He meant it.

"Will you come on my clit?"

He nodded.

"And then lick it off until I come too?"

Eric's mouth went dry. He approached the bed as if his dick were a dousing wire and Rebekah's pussy was the deepest, purist artesian well ever discovered. He pulled her to the end of the bed and stood between her wide-open thighs.

She sat up so she could see what was happening.

Eric bent over her so that the head of his cock was perfectly aligned with her clit. He could feel her moist heat and knew that if he shifted down a couple of inches and surged forward he'd be inside her sweet pussy. Possessing her. Fucking her. He sucked a breath through his teeth. Just the thought of entering her was too much. He imagined what that hot, slick sheath would feel like around him. He collected her slick fluids with his fingertips and stroked them over the surface of his cock slowly. He repeated the motion until his entire length was wet with her juices. He was careful to keep his cock in line so that he would spurt on her clit as she'd requested. He fought orgasm as long as he could, wanting her anticipation to build.

"Oh God, Eric. Hurry. Hurry. I want your cum on me now." She shifted forward a couple inches and rubbed her clit over the head of his cock. "I want to watch it come out."

Eric cried out as the pulsations of pleasure gripped the base of his cock. Spurt after spurt of cum erupted from his body. They watched it bathe her clit. Both held their breath. Both shuddered with excitement.

"Oh God, Eric, that is so hot. Lick it now. Please."

Eric really just wanted to collapse on the bed and catch his breath, but he couldn't let her down. He wanted to give her what excited her. What she wanted. Needed. Even if that meant he had to lap up his own cum. He dropped to his knees on the floor and tentatively protruded his tongue, trying to get over his uneasiness. His first taste was not pleasant, not sweet like her fluids, but her excited crooning got him over his hesitation quickly. He licked her clean, swallowing their mingled fluids, and continued to lick her until her thighs clamped over his ears, and she came against his face with a startled cry. He blew cool breaths over her hot pussy until she eventually released him. She fell back on the bed, her body quaking sporadically. 

Eric staggered to his feet. He stood at the foot of the bed gazing at her. Her beauty stole all coherent thought and made his cock stir with renewed excitement. Eric might not last for hours, but he had no problem getting it up a dozen times in a row. Not that it mattered. Now that Rebekah was satisfied, it was time to return to his bunk and try to get some sleep.

"Good night," Eric said.

She rolled onto her side and curled into fetal position, looking all vulnerable and irresistible. "Good night," she whispered.

He hesitated, his heart thudding. He didn't really want to leave. "Can I stay?"

She glanced at him and nodded. "If you want to."

"I do."

He switched off the light and stumbled around in the dark until he found the bed. He climbed between the covers. He heard her move a moment later. She joined him between the sheets, but he forced himself not to reach for her. He knew he'd just get excited again, and then he'd end up trying to fuck her, and ultimately disappoint her with his lack of control.

Rebekah's warmth moved closer. His heart thudded faster. Her cool hand touched his belly, and he was instantly hard again. Damn. She was going to think he was some horny loser who only wanted one thing. And maybe he was.

"I'm sorry I made you do that," she whispered.

"What?"

"Lick your cum off me."

Eric chuckled. "You didn't make me. If I didn't want to, I would have refused."

"I'm glad you didn't refuse. I've fantasized about it for years. It was really hot." She moved closer. "You. You're really hot."

"You have no idea." Another inch, and she'd discover he was already turned on again. He rolled on to his belly and squashed the evidence into the mattress. Her hand slid across his lower back and he tensed. She cuddled up against his arm, her bare breast pressing into his flesh.

Why had Trey left him alone with her? He couldn't possibly be expected to keep his hands to himself under these conditions. She was naked. And he was still horny. He was always horny. Why was he so fucking horny all the time? Rebekah snuggled closer, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. Ah God, he was so hard again. He wanted to fuck every inch of her. So not romantic. Not what she deserved.