Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(55)

"Mr. Sticks," she whispered, "what are you doing?"

"Enjoying the view."

"You look with your eyes, not with your hands."

"I'm also enjoying the feel and the smell and the sound. Pretty soon I want to enjoy the taste, too." 

She bent her elbows so that the head of his cock lodged into her cleavage.

"Whoa … " Eric's fingers moved inside her. Thrusting deep. Twisting. Withdrawing slowly. Rebekah tried to concentrate on her task, but his fingers felt so good that she just held still and took it. His free hand stroked her thighs above her stockings. Her ass. He pulled his fingers free to lick them and then thrust them deep inside again.

"Eric," she groaned. "Rub me, please."

"I thought that's what I was doing."

"Oh, my clit. Please, Eric."

"Show me what you want, Rebekah."

She supported her upper body on one hand and reached between her legs to stroke her clit.

"That's it, baby," he murmured. "Make yourself come."

She cried out when the first waves of release gripped her. Eric swore under his breath and slid from beneath her body to kneel behind her. He pulled his fingers free of her clenching pussy and replaced them with his cock. Still stroking her clit, still coming, Rebekah rubbed her face over the mattress and rocked back to meet his hard, deep thrusts.

"You are the sexiest woman in existence," he said in a low growl, and for once, she believed him.

He leaned over her back and pushed the bodice of her outfit down to free her breasts. He kneaded them roughly as he pounded and pinched her nipples between his fingers. She moved her hand to gently stroke his balls as he thrust into her. He straightened again and leaned back slightly so she could reach him better. She glanced over her shoulder to catch him watching the action between their bodies. "Your pussy is so beautiful as it swallows my cock," he whispered. "Can you hear how wet it is?"

Hear it? Yeah, she could hear the squish of her fluids each time their bodies came together.

"It's wet for you, Eric. You fill it so well."

He rewarded her compliment by dipping the tip of one finger into her ass.

"Mmmm," she purred.

"You're such a naughty nurse," he said. "Do you like my finger in your ass?"

"Oh yes."

He pressed his finger deeper. She massaged his nuts more vigorously. Eric's breath hitched, and he grabbed her hips to hold her still while he let go inside her. They still needed to work on timing their orgasms to coincide. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed. "Thank you, nurse. That was a wonderful treatment."

She grinned. She was just getting started.





Chapter 14


"Are you sure we have to go back?" Eric murmured and tugged Rebekah closer. They were both sticky with cum and sweat and saliva. He doubted he could get it up again, but he was far from ready to share her with the rest of the world. The sex was phenomenal, but just being with her was enough to make him giddy.

"We have to be in Austin in two days."

"So we stay in bed for another twenty-four hours, and we'll take off then. It won't take me long to drive from Phoenix to Austin."

She laughed. "No way in hell am I letting you drive that far, Eric Sticks."

"Then we'll get on a plane."

"I think Jon will want his car back."




       
         
       
        
"Like I care."

"This isn't the end of our relationship, sweetheart. Just the beginning. We'll have other nights together."

He was that transparent, was he? She was right. They would have other nights. Days. Evenings. Mornings. Afternoons. Hopefully, a lifetime full of them.

"Let's go take a shower," she said.

Eric lifted his head about an inch off the pillow but couldn't muster the strength to open his eyes and look at her. "Together?"

"Unless you have a better idea."

"It's a great idea. I just don't think I can stand." He dropped his head back on the pillow. "You wore me out, woman."

"Awww, poor baby. Did I ride my cowboy too long?" she asked, grabbing the cowboy hat from the bed and squashing it on his head.

He grinned. "I'm not complaining."

"Perhaps if you hadn't insisted that you had a six-shooter." She giggled and ran a finger down his limp cock. Eric doubted it would ever work again.

"I should have stopped after three."

"You lasted over half an hour that last time." She rose on one arm, knocked his hat back, and looked at him. "Seems my theory was correct."