"Oh, that feels good," she gasped, lifting her hips off the bed slightly to ease his access. He began to thrust then, maintaining a hard, steady rhythm until she convulsed with another orgasm.
He took her from the side next, experimenting with angles of penetration until he found a position that stimulated her clit with each thrust and made her chant in excitement. Another orgasm left her delirious. She rolled onto her back to face him and found him drenched in sweat.
"This is fucking awesome," he said, eyes sparkling with delight.
She smiled and cupped his sweaty face. "You're such a stud."
"Yeah," he agreed with a happy little laugh and wrapped his arms around the backs of her thighs to press her knees into her shoulders. He thrust into her, his hard shaft rubbing her with a perfect friction. When her legs got tired, he released them and rubbed her hips while he thrust into her gently. "This is so cool," he whispered and kissed her gently. "I think I can go all night."
"And I think I've created a monster," she said and chuckled.
"Do you want me to try to come now?" he asked, sucking on her jaw.
There was a loud knock at the door. "Will you two hurry up? We're starving out here!" It was Brian. "You've been going at it for over an hour."
"Over an hour?"
"Sounds like I owe you a bunch of lessons," she whispered.
He laughed. "I love you so much right now," he murmured, still thrusting into her. "I should probably hurry."
He pulled out and tugged her down the mattress until her crotch was even with the end of the bed. He slipped inside her again and watched his cock slide in and out of her body. "Damn, that's hot," he whispered. He moved faster. Faster. Still watching their bodies come together and separate. Breath hitching with excitement, he rubbed her clit to help her reach her pinnacle. When her pussy clenched with release and she cried out, he thrust deep and let go. His face contorted in ecstasy as his seed pumped into her, and she writhed before him, delirious with pleasure.
When his breathing slowed, he pulled out with a groan. He collapsed on the bed beside her, and she cuddled against his side. "That was fantastic," she said. "Even better than last night with the toys."
"Really?"
"Definitely."
"I thought so too," he said breathlessly. "We came together that time."
"You were perfect." She planted a row of kisses along his rib cage. "Do I really have to get up and make the guys dinner? I just want to lay here with you."
"I say let them starve."
"Are you two finished yet?" Brian called from the hallway. "Sheesh!"
Rebekah chuckled. "I'll go cook. They'll be busting down the door soon if I don't."
He kissed the top of her head. "I'll be out to help you in a minute. I just need to catch my breath."
"I could use some help. My legs are a little wobbly. They might collapse from under me."
His giddy grin made her heart swell with happiness.
Dragging herself from the bed, she located her discarded clothes.
She got dressed, found fresh panties in her suitcase, and headed to the bathroom to clean up. All five guys on the bus watched her go into the bathroom. Flushed, she avoided their heavy stares and closed the bathroom door.
While she was washing up at the sink, the bedroom door opened ,and the guys erupted into cheers in the living area. Were they watching a football game on TV or something?
"I never thought I'd live to see the day," Brian said.
"Eric finally fucked a girl properly," Trey shouted. "Woot! Woot!"
"And all by himself, too," Sed added, sounding like a proud father.
Rebekah could hear them high-fiving each other through the door.
"You owe me twenty bucks, Sinclair," Trey said.
"Damn it!"
Rebekah chuckled. They were cheering Eric for that? What a bunch of goofballs. Trey was right, though. Eric had definitely fucked his girl properly.
Chapter 17
Every Goth World in every suburban mall in America looked exactly the same. Almost all the merchandise was black, and much of it had silver studs or spikes imbedded in leather. T-shirts and hoodies of the most popular alternative, rock, and metal bands hung from floor to ceiling. The overall effect was claustrophobic, but this was where many of Sinners' fans shopped, so Jerry sometimes scheduled them to do meet-and-greets at these stores. Eric took off his leather jacket and hung it over the back of his folding chair before sitting down. On the table before him there were stacks of Sinners' CDs and posters, T-shirts, and other memorabilia. Merchandising is the key to success, Jerry liked to say. Eric believed the key to success was turning out one awesome album after another, but there was no arguing with Jerry.