30 Nights Page 10

  I stood and pulled it off over my head. I couldn’t be bothered to fold it, so I dropped it on the floor by my chair. “Next.”

  While I might not be the flirtiest girl in the world, I still took pride in my appearance and appreciated it when a man noticed. In preparation for tonight, I’d gone out and bought a bra and pantie set that had little to do with comfort and support and everything to do with making my breasts and ass look spectacular.

  And they really did.

  Still, when Eric made a noise that for a second I thought sounded like a growl, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of relief and anticipation. “Pardon?”

  “Deal.”

  I grinned and took another sip. “We can change the game up if you want.”

  “Deal.”

  “I’m good with Crazy Eights, or Go Fish.”

  “Glenna—”

  “Okay, okay. Dealing.”

  I showed no mercy for the next three hands, winning each one. I think it was then that Eric realized that I clearly had the upper hand and he changed tactics. He took off both of his socks and his belt. The next round I’d been hoping that the pants would be the next thing to go, but he surprised me with a straight.

  “Nicely played.” I stood and unbuttoned my pants.

  When I’d gotten dressed, I’d decided to go with my garters and stockings. If he’d turned out to be a good player, it gave me a few more bits and pieces to dole out. But I also knew the overall effect the lingerie would have.

  Tossing my pants to the side, I paused for a moment before slinking out of my panties as well. I then sat down on the edge of the chair and crossed my legs. “Any more of that wine?”

  Eric stood so quickly that his chair fell over and landed silently on the carpet. He stared at me for what felt like forever, when in reality it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. He might not be a good poker player, but he had the smoldering glance down to a science. He came around to my side of the table. I turned in my seat, but kept my legs crossed, enjoying the added pressure on my clit.

  “I concede.” He spoke softly, but there was no weakness in his words.

  “Winner takes all?”

  He held my gaze as he pulled the front of his pants and freed the button. With a steady pull the zipper came down and with it, the last of my reservations. Gravity tugged the fabric to the floor, leaving him with one final article of clothing. Eric’s erection was pressing hard against his briefs, straining to be freed. I wanted to reach out, to do the last bit of the work myself, but I couldn’t move. Heat rolled from him that made my head swim. Or maybe that was the wine and the rush of excitement that flooded through me. Either way, I was more than ready for whatever was to come next.

  He didn’t leave me wanting for long. Slipping his thumbs beneath the waistband he held my gaze as he pulled them down over his hips and thighs, all the way to the floor. I watched the muscles in his arms and shoulders move as he did. The way his chest rose when he stood up again, taking a deep breath. I couldn’t wait any longer. My gaze slipped down to the one part of his body I’d wanted to see more than anything.

  Holy. Shit.

  His cock was perfect. Well, perfect for me. I’m sure there might be other ones out there that would qualify, but none of them were attached to Eric. It was thick and straight and not too long. His balls were tight and he looked ready to rock and roll. I wanted to take him in my mouth, suck him until all I could hear were moans coming from him in that low rumble of a voice.

  I would have done that if he hadn’t taken that moment to drop to his knees in front of me. His gaze traveled up my leg, pausing briefly on my pussy, my stomach and breasts, before landing on my eyes. He took my foot in his hand, and my breath caught in my throat.

  “May I?” There was no smile on his face, but I could hear the teasing in his voice. I might have won the poker game, but we were still in the middle of a very different competition. Who could arouse the other the most?

  Eric was totally winning.

  I didn’t mind.

  My voice took that moment to abandon me to my fate, so all I could do was nod my consent. He turned his attention to my legs. Lifting my foot, he placed it on the floor next to my other one. He slid his hands up either side of my left thigh, avoiding any accidental touch to my pussy, before he went to work undoing the clasp to free the stocking from the band.

  When he slowly rolled the stocking down, his fingertips teased the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I moaned, wishing for more, but not wanting to rush a single moment of this slow seduction. I’d earned this given how long I’d wanted him. And since his revelation the other day, I guess he’d earned this too.

  Once he’d removed the first stocking, he went to work on the next garter. It joined its mate on the floor within moments, leaving me now bare legged. He rested both of his hands on my thighs and gave my legs one additional caress. Goose bumps rose on my skin and I shivered from my sudden heightened awareness.

  “Stand up.” He was already assisting me from my chair.

  I could smell his arousal, could feel the heat coming off his body in waves. His cock stood proud between us and had I leaned in slightly, it would have pressed firmly against my stomach. Thankfully, the height difference between us didn’t prove awkward and I couldn’t wait to rub firmly against him.

  “Turn around.” His voice was growing rougher, as though he’d been yelling instead of speaking in urgent whispers. “Please, Glenna.”

  Another wave of goose bumps rose, this time on my arms as I complied. Hot breath rolled across the back of my exposed neck. Eric leaned in and placed a kiss on my shoulder, then hooked his finger beneath my bra strap and pulled it down my arm. Each inch he moved it earned me another kiss, then a lick, and finally the gentle graze of his teeth. Once the strap fell limp to the side, he shifted his attention to the remaining one, repeating his actions.

  With both the straps now dangling, the weight of my breasts wasn’t supported by the bra cup. The lace slacked, slipping down to let the cool air lick at my hard nipples.

  “I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long.” He spoke the words with his lips just above my ear. “You fascinate me.”

  “Please.” The moment I felt his fingers on my bra clasp I moaned. “Yes.”

  Two quick movements later and the bra joined my other discarded clothing. When Eric didn’t reach around to cup my breasts, I leaned back against him, trapping his hard cock against me.

  “If I do anything you don’t like—”

  “Eric.”

  “Anything at all—”

  “Fuck me. Now.”

  The restraint he’d been showing was gone. His growl was primal as he took my breasts in his hands and pinched the nipples. I gasped, but the pain was more of a stimulant than a deterrent. His mouth descended on my shoulder as he ground his cock against me. “So beautiful.”

  “Please, dear God, tell me that you have a condom. Because if you don’t have one and we can’t fuck then I’m going to lose my mind.”

  “In my pants pocket.” But he didn’t let me go so I could go get it.

  “Eric,” I moaned, reaching back. I dug my fingers into his hip, encouraging him on. “Need you.”

  “Get on the—never mind.”

  He spun me around and lifted me up to carry me through to the bedroom. I didn’t have time to take in the décor or the room, nor did I particularly care at that moment. He strode over to the mattress and threw me on top of the quilt. My legs fell open, exposing me fully. My pussy was wet and more than anything I needed to feel him thrust into me, to ease that ache that had grown inside me.

  He dropped to his knees between my legs and ran his hands up the insides of my thighs. I wasn’t a girl who shaved her pussy, so I knew my wet arousal would cling to the hairs. I reached between my legs and ran my fingers through the hair, forking out around my clit. Eric’s gaze was locked on my movements. Yes, he’d touched me here a few days ago, but he’d been as much in the dark about w
hat my body looked like as I’d been with him.

  His tongue darted out across his lips. “I want to lick you.”

  I groaned and bucked my hips up in encouragement. He dropped forward, so his weight was held by his hands and his face hovered above my cunt.

  I let gravity do the work of keeping my legs spread as I lifted up enough to watch him press his nose to my pubic bone. I felt him breathe in my scent before the first swipe of his tongue crossed my clit. My strength left me and I fell back against the bed. He licked again, softly in a wet circle that teased more than it aroused.

  “You’re going to make me come.” With such little contact he’d somehow moved me to the precipice already. I didn’t want that. I wanted his cock pressed deep inside me when I went over that edge. Being as primed as I was, I knew coming wouldn’t be a problem.

  “Next time then.” He kissed my clit before pushing himself back to his knees. “Need to get the condom.”

  “Better hurry up. I’m so horny a strong breeze might get me off.”

  He smiled and kissed the top of my knee. My gaze followed Eric’s bare ass as he walked to his pants and fished the condom out of his pocket. His fingers were steady as he pulled out the packet and tore it open. He was about to roll it down his shaft when I sat up. “Can I?”

  His eyes slipped closed for a moment before he held it out for me to take. My fingers weren’t as steady as his, but I wasn’t worried about dropping the one thing that would allow me to finally enjoy some relief.

  “Come closer.” Given my position and his height, his cock was near perfectly lined up with my mouth. I shouldn’t but the temptation was too much for me to resist. I leaned in and licked his head with just the tip of my tongue. Like a kitten, I lapped at his skin, teasing every inch of him that I could.

  The taste of his arousal was strong in my mouth. I wanted to suck him down as far as I could manage, and yet I knew neither of us would last if I did that. Our mutual arousal was too present for either of us to resist for long. Still, I wasn’t about to deny myself completely and took a moment to lick several long swipes from his root to his head. Eric groaned and his fingers found their way to my head.

  With his urging, I pulled back and looked up at him until he opened his eyes once more. Only once I held his gaze did I slide the condom down his cock, making sure it was secured at the base of his shaft. The silicone shone in the dim light of the room as it sheathed him. I couldn’t look away, even as I leaned back, spreading my legs once more.

  In my fantasies I would have begged him to take me, to make me his. He would have teased me until he finally, graciously gave me what I wanted. But this wasn’t a dream and Eric didn’t seem to need my begging to take what he wanted. For the first time since this insanity had started between us, I ignored my fantasies and focused on what was real.

  I thanked all the gods in existence when he reached down and took each of my feet in his hands and pushed until my knees were back and up by my ribs. It should have been uncomfortable, but it wasn’t.

  “Glenna?”

  I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded. This wasn’t what I’d imagined. No, it was way better.

  He sighed and dropped his knees to the mattress before leaning in to press his cock to my pussy. The moment I felt the tip of his cock start to stretch me, I closed my eyes and savored the feeling.

  Everything about this moment was perfect. As Eric filled me, he dipped his head down and caught my nipple with his mouth. His teeth grazed the swollen tip as his tongue tortured it with repeated flicks. It was what he’d done back at the bar, but a thousand times better. There was nothing between us, no lace, no cloth, just his mouth.

  “Jesus.” I pushed my hands into his hair, amazed at how soft the strands were between my fingers, and pressed his head down harder. I wanted to feel everything, remember each caress with acute intensity so that if we never did this again, I wouldn’t forget how alive I felt.

  Eric didn’t push into me all at once. He teased his way in, filling me with small thrusts. My body stretched to accommodate his girth, my arousal rising the farther in he went. Once the base of his cock was finally pressed against my pubic bone, it was as though I finally felt complete. He held still and I took the opportunity to let my mind as well as my body adjust to him.

  I opened my eyes and was shocked when I realized he’d been staring at me. It was strange, but for the first time since beginning our acquaintance it felt as though our connection was more than physical, something deeper. He was opened up, if only briefly, and I couldn’t help but be in awe of the surprised wonder I saw on his face.

  “Eric?”

  Rather than respond, he held still, waiting. One moment I knew his thoughts, and in the next he seemed to close off again, hidden away from me. I opened my mouth to say something, but was cut short when he began to thrust at an agonizingly slow pace that froze any ability I had to think.

  His body was so much larger than mine that I should have felt consumed by him. His weight pressed me into the mattress, but it wasn’t oppressive. Instead, I reveled in the comfort of his mass. I ran my fingers up the length of his back, letting the flex and release of his muscles dance beneath my touch.

  He was careful not to hurt me as we slowly began to learn each other. He twitched when I ran my nails along his sides, thrust harder when I got too close to his armpits. I giggled when he licked along the underside of my arm in retaliation, which changed the angle of his thrusting again.

  Somehow he shifted his body enough to the side that he was able to lift my breast to his greedy mouth. Each time he pulled back, he flicked the tip of my nipple with his tongue. I felt it, each wet caress, down in my pussy. When he took my other breast in his free hand and began to tweak my nipple in a counter rhythm, my body threatened to fly apart. My clit throbbed in time with his touch, only to then suffer the intoxicating slide of his body against it.

  “Shit.” I buried my hands in his hair, hoping that I’d hold on, hold back just a little bit longer.

  “Are you close?”

  I nodded frantically.

  “Should I slow down?” He did so until his thrusts were agonizing. Leaning in, he rubbed the tips of our noses together. “I can drag this out. Keep going until you’re begging me.”

  My mind couldn’t process that. I wanted to come, wanted it to be hard and fast, but I wanted it to go on forever. “Yes.”

  Eric was apparently having none of that.

  His grin was wicked. “Maybe I don’t want that. Maybe I want to pound into you until I feel your pussy squeezing my cock. Would you like that?”

  “Yes.”

  Pushing his weight up onto his forearms, he licked and kissed the side of my throat as he rolled his hip in such a way that each thrust hit my clit. It was already swollen, primed from our teasing and his mouth. I’d been ready to come since I’d walked into the room. There was no way I could hold out against this. Against him. I let my eyes fall closed and sucked in a deep breath. The scent of him, the feel and taste of him, everything Eric consumed me.

  “Please.” I didn’t even know what I was begging for, but I hoped he’d figure it out.

  His response was to lick around the shell of my ear before sucking hard on the lobe. That was apparently the right answer. I lifted my hips to meet him, every sensation in my body culminating in my pussy. I sucked in a deep breath, held it for a moment before my orgasm erupted.

  I screamed.

  Pleasure and pain from the intensity of the release seized my body. Eric groaned as I cried out, flailing and clutching at any part of him that I could. I wouldn’t have been surprised if in that moment someone told me that my body had flown apart. The orgasm continued, and I was terrified that it would consume me.

  Eric’s grip on me tightened, bringing my awareness back to him. His thrusts became staccato, wild. His skin had grown slick with perspiration, and our bodies slapped as we writhed together. Finally, he pressed his face hard to the side of my neck and groaned as he ca
me.

  When his body finally stilled, he didn’t let his full body weight descend on me, nor did he immediately pull out of me. It was nice, not to be immediately abandoned. I ran my fingers through his hair once more, enjoying the way the shorter strands caught beneath my fingernails. Sweat had beaded on his skin and pooled between us. It felt funny and a bit gross, but I wasn’t about to say anything that would have him move.

  I swallowed, my throat slowly remembering how to work. “Wow.”

  I don’t know exactly what I’d been expecting from him, but the look of concern on his face when he pulled up to look at me wasn’t it.

  “What?” I brushed his bangs to the side.

  “Nothing.” He pushed himself to the side, but didn’t move away immediately. “That was wonderful. Thank you.”

  Whoa, what? “You don’t have to thank me. It was a mutual thing, right?”

  “It was.” He cupped my cheek and kissed my forehead. “Let me get you something to clean up.”

  And like a shot, he was gone to the bathroom.

  So, that was weird. And a bit concerning. We’d danced around each other for weeks now; maybe he was disappointed in the reality of what happened.

  Shit, maybe he doesn’t want to hurt my feelings.

  By the time he returned, I’d pulled the comforter down and had wrapped myself in it. It wasn’t a blanket fort, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances.

  “I got you a cloth.” He held it out for me, but I didn’t take it. “Glenna?”

  “I’m sorry if I disappointed you. We don’t have to do this again.”

  His hand fell to the side, but he didn’t look away from me. “I’m not disappointed.”

  “Are you sure? Because you’re not really acting like a person who just enjoyed what was, in my humble opinion, some great sex.”

  That look I couldn’t name flashed across his face. “You’re mistaken. I’m not disappointed. I’m concerned.”

  “About?” What the hell could he possibly be concerned about? “I told you I would keep this between us.”