Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(80)

"Rebekah!"

She lifted her head. "What?"

"Can I come now?"

She glanced at his cock and licked her lips. "Damn, you're swollen," she said, "but no, not yet."

She retrieved one of her vibrators from the side table drawer. When she plunged it inside her pussy, Eric's entire body went taut. "This is too cruel," he muttered.

"You didn't think punishment would be fun, did you?"

"Yeah, actually."

"So this isn't turning you on? I thought you liked to watch."

"Yes, it does, and I do, but I'd rather participate."

"I don't remember reading that in your essay."

"I don't remember writing anything about restraints and butt plugs and cock rings either." 

"That's true. Okay, I'll remove one thing. You choose."

"Arm restraints. My shoulders are starting to ache."

He breathed a sigh of relief when she climbed from the bed and started unfastening the restraint on his left arm. His shoulders weren't really aching, but if his arms were free, he could put an end to this ceaseless torment. When his arm came free, he resisted the urge to grab her. She surprised him by removing his other wrist cuff and then squatting down to free his ankles too.

"Why are you releasing me?" he asked as the last restraint fell free.

"Because your naughty teacher can't wait any longer. She wants you to fuck her now."

He picked her up and tossed her in the center of the bed. She laughed until she saw the intense expression on his face. He climbed on top of her and plunged deep with one hard thrust. Her pussy had never felt hotter or tighter. He thrust into her hard and deep, finding that if he ground his hips, it moved that plug in his ass in ways that made him quiver inside.

"Oh God," he groaned, having never experienced this level of pleasure. It felt like he was coming, but the feeling never abated. Instead, each gyrating thrust intensified it. Made him feel like he was coming harder. And harder. How?

Still thrusting, Eric unbuttoned Rebekah's sexy little suit jacket and shoved it open. Finding his progress impeded by a white blouse, he ripped it open and grabbed her breasts. Pushing them together, he tried to fit them both in his seeking mouth, bra and all. Rebekah arched her back and reached behind to unclasp the garment. She fought with her clothes, trying to get naked. Watching her thrash around impatiently fueled him to thrust faster.

"Oh God, Eric. Your cock is so huge." She managed to get one arm out of her suit jacket and blouse. She grabbed his hair and pulled.

He winced in pain. Fucked her harder.

"Pull my hair, Eric."

When he complied, her body buckled, and she came. He shuddered as he tried to come with her, but the cock ring held his release back. His vision blurred as pleasure coursed through him and then receded enough to let him keep going. "Oh dear God, thank you for inventing the orgasm."

Rebekah chuckled. "I second that."

"And the cock ring."

"Hallelujah!"

He continued to plunge into Rebekah's spent body until his next orgasm gripped him. This one was hard enough to make him spurt despite the tight ring around the base of his cock. He almost passed out, it was so intense. He clung to his woman, crying out in bliss, and then collapsed on top of her, breathing hard from his exertions.

She trailed a lazy hand up and down the sweat-drenched skin of his back. "Has my naughty boy been sufficiently punished?" she asked, kissing his shoulder tenderly.

"Ask me that again in an hour." He snuggled his face against her neck. "Right now, I can't even move."

Luckily, she didn't seem to mind that he was squashing her beneath him. "Eric?"

"Yeah?"

"We're going to keep seeing each other even when we're not on tour, right?"

"Of course."

"Do you live in LA?"

"I'm kind of out in the country actually."

"Really? Can I come visit you?"



       
         
       
        

He was almost asleep, so he spoke without thinking, "I'd prefer if you just stayed with me the entire six weeks."

"Okay," she agreed immediately.

"Okay?" He lifted his head to look at her. He figured she'd protest. At least a little.

She smiled and nodded. "Make sure you bring all our costumes. I plan on working through your entire essay and then giving you some new things to fantasize about."





Chapter 21


Eric pushed the button to open the garage and waited for the door to lift. He glanced at Rebekah, unable to wipe the smile off his face. He'd always believed in luck, just not his own. And now, with this woman in his life, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.