Sinners On Tour 04 Wicked Beat (13 page)

Eric stared at Rebekah, spread across the bed, her thighs wide open, his come trickling from inside her body and down her ass. It was all he could do not to jump on top of her again. He felt guilty for wanting to find his pleasure again when he’d already so utterly disappointed her the last time. Correction, the last
two
times. Fuck, he was such a loser. He slipped her feet through the straps of one of her new toys and slid the butterfly-shaped vibrator over her clit. He adjusted it and then pressed the button on the controller in his hand to turn it on. When her body jerked, he decided it was in the right spot. He turned it off.

“Feel good?”

She nodded. “Do it again.”

He grinned. “I’m in control of this.” He handed her a vibrating phallus. “You’re in control of this.”

“What am I supposed to do with it?”

“I think you’ll figure it out.”

She lifted the vibrator in front of her face and found the on button. When it started vibrating in her hand, she dropped it. She laughed and retrieved it. “It surprised me.”

He switched on the butterfly. Her back arched, and she gasped. He turned it off again.

“Wow, that thing is awesome,” she said.

“Try yours now,” he encouraged.

“Do I just slide it inside?” she asked, looking for his genuine opinion.

He wondered if she’d ever experimented with toys before. He was probably a bit too fond of them. “Whatever feels right.”

He held his breath while he watched her slide the vibrator into her swollen pussy. Her flesh swallowed the thick black phallus slowly, and when it was fully inserted, her lips tightened around the device. “Oh,” she gasped.

He buzzed her clit again. This time he prolonged the stimulation until her entire body went taut before turning it off.

“Don’t turn it off,” she moaned. “I’m so close to coming.”

She pulled the vibrator out before thrusting it deep again.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Show me how you like to be fucked.” It wasn’t quite as beautiful as watching her use her fingers to bring herself pleasure, but she obviously enjoyed her new toy. She was thrusting it into her body faster and harder now. He switched on the butterfly and sent her over the edge. She cried out, and her legs clamped over her hand as she shuddered in ecstasy. He turned off the stimulation to her clit and stroked her thighs until they relaxed.

“Let’s switch now,” he murmured.

Still breathing hard, she lifted her head to look at him. “So what, we put the butterfly thingie on your cock, and the vibrator goes up your ass?”

He laughed. “Nothing that big is ever going up my ass. I meant you control the butterfly, and I’ve got the shaft.”

“I don’t think I can handle…”

He handed her the controller for the butterfly and took the vibrator from her fingertips. He had another surprise but kept that hidden as they worked together to build her back toward orgasm. Plunging the vibrator into her body with a steady rhythm, he leaned closer to inhale her scent. Damn, he was hard already and wanted to be inside her again, but he wouldn’t rob her of her orgasm this time.

“Eric. Eric! Eric!” she cried.

When her body convulsed, he pressed a plug into her ass and watched her body writhe involuntarily on the mattress. Damn. Giving her pleasure made him want her so fucking much. He pulled the vibrator from her pussy and slid his hips between her trembling thighs. He thrust into her hard. Her pussy gripped him tightly as he pumped into her as fast as he could.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she screamed as her body continued to jerk uncontrollably.

The vibrating butterfly was still stimulating her clit, and she’d somehow lost the controller. She was getting off so hard, he didn’t have the heart to shut it off. He continued to plunge into her body and ride her orgasm. Her nails dug into his chest. Her back arched off the mattress. “Oh God,” she screamed. “Fuck me, Eric. Harder, harder!”

If he hadn’t already come four times that night, he would have erupted at the sound of her pleading demand. He’d watched women get off this hard with Sed, but never with him. Eric wanted to make her come this hard over and over again. Her hand fumbled on the mattress until she found the controller for the vibrator still buzzing against her clit. She shut it off and shuddered.

“What did you put in my ass?” she asked him, rocking her hips to meet his hard thrusts.

“Do you want me to take it out?”

“Fuck no, I love it. I think I’m going to come again. Oh, oh…”

He bent so he could suck her nipple into his mouth.

“Oh Eric, that feels so good. Your cock. Your mouth.” She switched on her butterfly, and her pussy tightened around him as she came again. She was screaming so loud, the person in the next room banged on the wall in protest. Eric thrust into her harder, wanting her to scream louder, wanting the world to know that he was fucking Rebekah Blake, and she was totally getting off on him. He didn’t care if he had needed a few props to get her there. Rebekah was having one mind-blowing orgasm after another, and Eric knew he was responsible.

She’d managed five or six orgasms by the time he let go at least twenty minutes later. As his cum burst free and pulsed into her trembling and exhausted little body, Eric held onto her for dear life. He’d never experienced such an intensely satisfying sexual encounter, and something told him things would get even better as they learned to give each other pleasure.

When he collapsed on top of her, she entangled him in her arms and legs and held him just as hard as he was holding her.

“Eric?” she whispered.

“Hmm?” He doubted he was capable of forming actual words.

“Can I be brutally honest with you?”

He almost wanted to say no.
Lie
to
me
and
tell
me
it
was
as
good
for
you
as
it
was
for
me.
Somewhere, he found the courage to say, “Of course.”

“I didn’t know sex could be this great.” She squeezed him closer. “If I had, I’d be the biggest slut on the planet and would want to fuck constantly. Dear God, that was amazing.”

He wished he had the energy to lift his head and look into her eyes. “Amazing,” he agreed breathlessly.

“Is it too soon to tell you I love you?” She snuggled her face into his chest so her words were muffled. “If it’s too soon, I won’t say it.”

His heart swelled to bursting. He was pretty sure he was going to start crying if he said more than a few words, so he said only three. “I love you.”

She pinched his ass.

“Ow!”

“I wanted to say it first,” she said.

“Fine, I take it back,” he said and moved his hand to rub at the pain she’d inflicted on his ass.

“Don’t you dare.” She pushed against his chest and squirmed until he relented and rolled onto his back. She crawled up his body and looked into his eyes. “I love you.”

Ah, damn it, it was far too soon to be spouting this kind of sentiment. It didn’t stop him from feeling them. Or from saying them. “I love you. A lot. Like way more than my car.” Damn, that sounded stupid now that he’d said it.

She grinned and kissed him. “Way more?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll let you take a short nap, but then I want you to show me exactly how much you love me.”

“Didn’t I just do that?” he murmured. He was almost asleep already. He hadn’t known it was possible, but his limitless energy supply had dwindled to nothing.

“I think I’ll need a lot of reminders.”

He smiled. “If you insist.” Rebekah’s beautiful face was the last thing he saw before he closed his heavy eyelids and nodded off to sleep. The last thing he heard was the hum of Rebekah’s vibrating butterfly as she switched it on and cuddled against his side with a soft sigh. The last thing he felt was her tiny hand against his abdomen. He had the feeling he’d be waking up with a major hard-on and a horny girlfriend to contend with. His drowsy smile widened.

Rebekah snuggled closer to the warm body beside her. A large hand splayed over her lower back and drew her closer. “Isaac,” she murmured.

“Isaac?” Eric growled.

Her heart dropped. It sank even deeper when Eric pushed her away and climbed from the bed. “Wait. Where are you going?” she asked, her thoughts still thick with sleep.

“Last night you tell me you love me. This morning you’re calling me by another man’s name. Where the fuck do you think I’m going?”

He put on his underwear and scooped his jeans off the floor. She jumped out of bed and grabbed one leg of his pants. They engaged in a tug-of-war over his jeans, which he would undoubtedly win, but she wasn’t going to let him walk away mad.

“I was still asleep,” she said defensively.

“So you were dreaming about him. Is that it?”

He wrenched his pants out of her hands and bent to put one foot into a leg hole. While he was teetering off balance, she shoved him with both hands, and he toppled onto the bed.

“No, that’s not it, damn it. Isaac is the only man I’ve ever slept with before you, okay?”

He paused, absorbing her words. “You’ve only had sex with one other person?”

“Not exactly. I just didn’t wake up with them beside me. Isaac and I were together for three years. I’m not accustomed to waking up next to anyone but him. Saying his name was a… a habit.”

Eric sat on the edge of the bed and folded his hands on his lap. He stared at his thumbs and asked, “Do you still love him?”

Her heart froze in her chest. “I left him, didn’t I?”

Eric lifted his gaze. “You didn’t answer my question.”

It wasn’t one she could easily answer. She would probably always love Isaac. Not in the crazy way she loved Eric, but Isaac had seen her at her worst and had stood beside her regardless. Isaac had never let her give up, not when she had been bald and looked like an eighty-four-pound skeleton with a perpetual case of nausea.

“Isaac is in my past, Eric. I’m with you now. Being with you feels right. I never felt this way when I was with him. This happy. You make me feel… alive. Happy to be alive.” She moved to stand between Eric’s knees, not sure if she could handle his rejection. Not when she’d given her absolute trust so easily. “You can call me by an old girlfriend’s name if it will make you feel better. I really didn’t mean to call you Isa—”

He covered her lips with one long finger. “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t say his name again.”

She pantomimed locking her lips with a key and throwing it over her shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around her back and tugged her closer. He pressed his face between her naked breasts and took a deep breath. “Things always look different in the morning,” he said.

She stroked his hair with both hands. “What do you mean? You aren’t having second thoughts, are you?” She could feel him slipping through her fingers already. It wasn’t fair. She knew they should have taken things more slowly. She shouldn’t have spouted her feelings so carelessly. She wished she could take the words back.

“No one has ever loved me before. Not really. Not for who I am. Maybe for what I could give them, but not for me.”

Her breath caught. She was so glad she couldn’t take the words back, because she meant them. “I love you for who you are, Eric.” She hugged him closer. “I do.”

“Last night when I was delirious with pleasure it was easy to believe. Now…” He looked up at her. The loneliness in his blue eyes stole her breath. “I’m sorry. I should learn to keep my mouth shut.”

“So when you were delirious with pleasure you believed that I love you, but now that your head’s clear, you don’t?”

“I don’t know. I want to believe it.”

“I guess there’s only one thing to do in a situation like this.”

He swallowed hard and grimaced. “Slow down?”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Fuck no. I need to make you delirious with pleasure again.”

He chuckled and hugged her enthusiastically. “That should take you all of three minutes.”

“Give me ten.” She kissed his forehead and pulled out of his grasp. Grabbing several bags of their purchases from the night before, she hurried to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She found what she was looking for in one of the bags and began to dress. She wished she had some cosmetics with her, but he was going to have to live with a naughty nurse without makeup. She was smoothing her thigh-high stockings when he knocked on the door.

“Reb, I can’t wait anymore.”

She grinned at his enthusiasm. “Almost ready.”

“I have to pee so bad I can taste it.”

Oh, that’s why he was eager to get into the bathroom.

She slid into her shoes and crammed the little white hat onto her bed hair before opening the door. His jaw dropped when he saw her.

“Mercy, baby,” he whispered.

“Mr. Sticks, hurry up and go. Then get back into bed. It’s time for your sponge bath.”

“I can hold it,” he assured her.

She shoved him into the bathroom. “Just go. I don’t want you having an accident.”

“I can’t go when I’m hard, and seeing you like that definitely has me hard.”

“Try,” she said and closed him in the bathroom.

She heard something bang on the inside of the bathroom door repeatedly. Concerned, she pulled open the door and caught Eric banging his head against the solid surface.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to calm down. I was about halfway there before you opened the door.” His eyes raked over her body. The skirt of her uniform was so short it didn’t cover the tops of her stockings. He could probably tell that she wasn’t wearing panties without her having to bend over. Her breasts were pushed up and together by strategically located underwires. She looked like she had significant cleavage. There was barely enough material to cover her nipples. “Oh fuck, Rebekah, you look so hot. Can I please get back in bed?”

“Stop banging your head on the door, and go pee.” She closed the door in his face and went to the mirror over the dresser to see if she could get her flyaway hair under control and secured under the little hat she wore.

She was starting to worry about Eric when he finally opened the door. He was entirely naked and looking sexier in his self-confidence than she could ever hope to look in her nurse’s attire. His cock was soft when he exited the bathroom, but already hard when he moved behind her and cupped her breasts.

“Into bed with you, Mr. Sticks,” she said. “And keep your hands to yourself.”

“Huh?” Far from complying with her demands, his hands skimmed down her belly and hip bones. “Are you wearing panties?” he breathed into her ear. His hand found the inside of her thigh and pushed her skirt up.

She pulled away and faced him. She wagged her finger.

“What’s under my skirt, sir, is none of your business. Get into bed. I must start your personal care immediately. You wouldn’t want me to get fired, would you?”

His lips brushed her neck just beneath her ear, which sent a thrill of excitement coursing down her spine. “No, ma’am. I would not want that. Exceptional nurses like you are impossible to find.”

She looped his arm around her shoulders and encouraged him to lean on her. “I’ll help you back to bed now. You are in desperate need of my attention.”

“I
am
on my last limb. Luckily, it’s the inflatable one.”

Rebekah bit her lip so she didn’t bust out laughing and ended up snorting through her nose. She recovered her composure quickly, trying to be sexy. Snorting was so not sexy.

Hand splayed over his waist, it was all she could do not to bury her face in his side and inhale his scent. She decided it was going to be very difficult to stay in character, especially when his hand reached down to cup her breast. Her nipple strained toward his palm immediately. She considered slapping him across the face as if offended, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. Since the nurse’s outfit was the first one he’d grabbed when they’d looked at costumes, she assumed it was his favorite. She was going to pretend to be a
very
naughty nurse and encourage his attention. She hoped it didn’t ruin the fantasy for him. She twisted slightly so that his fondling hand shifted her nipple right out of the cup of her uniform. She pretended not to notice. Like that was possible with Eric’s rush of breath and wayward thumb. When they reached the bed, she lifted his arm over her head and urged him onto the mattress. He grabbed her on the way down, and she found herself sprawled across his hard body.

“Mr. Sticks,” she said, lifting her head to look into his desire-glazed eyes, “this is highly inappropriate.”

“Dear lord, woman, I’m so turned on right now. You can drop the act and get naked immediately.”

She grinned and kissed him. “You always say exactly what I want to hear.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

She shook her head.

“Most women would slap me for saying that.”

“Do you want me to slap you?”

“No, I want you to fuck me.”

She laughed. He was so fun to tease though. “You are in no condition for that kind of activity, Mr. Sticks.”

He shifted so that his rock-hard cock was pressed against her hip. “I beg to differ, nurse.”

“It’s time for your sponge bath.”

He huffed in feigned exasperation. “Well, if you insist.”

She extracted her body from his tight embrace and climbed from the bed. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked away. She made sure there was plenty of sway in each calculated step. He groaned and began to bang his head on his pillow. Since it wasn’t a solid object, she didn’t chastise him. She recognized that he did that when he was so excited he was about to do something he knew he shouldn’t. She took the ice bucket to the bathroom and filled it half full with warm water. There were no sponges, so she’d use a washcloth, but she fully intended to clean every inch of Eric’s body.
Every
inch. Some inches more than once.

“Nurse!” he called from the bedroom. “I’m in desperate need of assistance in here.”

She held the container of water against her chest and returned to his bedside. She stopped abruptly so water sloshed over her cleavage and trickled between her breasts. “Whoops!”

Eric produced a sound very close to a growl. It made goose bumps rise all over her body.

“Are you ready for your bath?”

“You know what I’m ready for.” He nodded pointedly at his straining cock.

“Oh my,” she said and set the water on the nightstand. “That does need my immediate attention. It’s so swollen. Does it hurt?”

“Only when you
don’t
touch it.”

She soaked the washcloth in warm water and rung out the excess before climbing onto the bed. She used two fingers wrapped in the cloth to clean his belly button. He chuckled. “A little lower,” he said.

She drew the washcloth along the narrow strip of black hair that ran from his navel downward. His cock twitched when she stopped an inch from touching it. She moved her cloth to the left slightly and drew it back up his belly, away from his straining cock.

“U-turn. U-turn,” he demanded breathlessly.

Down again. Stop. Over and up.

“You keep missing the dirty spot,” he panted.

“I don’t see it,” she insisted, trying not to laugh and partially succeeding.

“Then get closer.”

She shifted to her hands and knees. Careful not to run one of her spiked heels through his skin, she straddled his body, one knee on each side of his chest, palms on the bed on either side of his thighs. “Is it down here?” She used her cloth to wash his knee with vigorous circular motions.

“Mercy, that’s beautiful,” he gasped.

She looked over her shoulder to find him gazing up her short skirt. His hands slid over the backs of her thighs to push her skirt up the two remaining inches that covered her butt. While she scrubbed his other knee, he traced her swollen folds with two fingers. Finding her already wet with excitement, he plunged both fingers inside her. She gasped.

“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.