What The Heart Finds (21 page)

But then his tongue moved
between her sensitive folds. She arched up, a groan clawing its way
out of her throat, grabbing his hand tighter in hers. “Is this
what you want, baby?” he asked, barely lifting his face off of
her heat.

“Yes,” she
said, her hips moving against him, begging.

He turned his face
slightly, kissing the ultra-sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Are
you sure?” he asked, his voice teasing.

Lena made a whimpering
sound, reaching down and grabbing the back of his head, leading him
back to her, pushing his face closer.

“Well if you're
sure....” he said and she could practically hear the smile in
his voice. His tongue went right to her clit, pushing it flat against
it for a second.

“Oh my god,”
Lena moaned, curling her fingers into his hair. Her hips moved
against him as his tongue started slow, excruciating circles around
her sensitive point, pleading for fulfillment.

His tongue started moving
side to side rapidly, with the barest of pressure, making her hips
arch off of the bed. She grabbed at his hand mindlessly, her moans
coming out fast and urgent. She was so close. If he would just...

Then he pulled quickly
away.

“No,” she
cried, reaching to try to pull him against her again.

Eric chuckled, planting
kisses across her belly. He nipped at her hipbone before laying over
her again. “I'm going to make you beg for it,” he said,
looking down at her, his eyes heavy.

“I don't beg,”
she objected, pushing her thighs tightly together, trying to calm the
raging need between them.

“Well then this is
going to be excruciating for you,” he said, smirking. He
reached behind him, pushing his pants down his hips, squirming for a
quick second until he was free from the material.

He moved to straddle her
hips, sitting back on his ankles.

And she tried not to
look. She genuinely did. But her eyes slid down his body. His pale
skin, his thin hips, the trail of dark hair leading lower, begging
her to keep going. His cock stood up, impossibly hard and large. Too
big, she thought, looking at it, her lips parting.

She'd heard the stories
of large cocks before, girls looking at each other knowingly in the
bathrooms as they discussed them. But she hadn't ever really seen one
before. Not like Eric's. Not as thick and insistent and... satisfying
looking as his.

Her hand reach out,
tentatively touching the soft skin of the head, running her thumb
across it gently. Eric's breath hissed out of his lips, his eyes on
hers. Lena pushed herself up on her elbows, moving slowly until she
was sitting between his legs.

She tilted her head
upward, looking at him and his eyes closed for a second. “Jesus
Lena,” he said.

Lena felt her confidence
build, watching him as her tongue stroked slow circles around his
head, slowly taking it into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he
said, reaching down and pulling the hair away from her face, keeping
his fingers there, twisted in the strands.

Emboldened, she took him
deeper into her mouth, stroking up and down, driven on by Eric's
erratic breathing, coming out in choked huffs as she twisted her head
around in a circular motion as she moved her mouth up and down on his
hard length.

Eric made a growling
noise above of her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head backward.
She looked up at him, her eyes full of defiance, the message clear: I
can make you beg too.

Eric bit into his lip,
shaking his head. He moved quickly, grabbing her by the sides and
throwing her backward onto the mattress. He leaned over her, grabbing
her wrists and pinning them above her head, coming down on her body.
His leg pushed her thighs apart, his hips sliding between hers.

“Ready to beg yet?”
he asked, his voice coming out needy. Wanting her to say yes.

Lena tried to push
against his hands, but he was too strong. She smiled up at him, her
eyes challenging. “Never,” she said, and he smiled,
shaking his head at her.

“Alright, you
brought this on yourself then,” he said, his cock sliding
between her folds, but moving away from her opening. He slid it up,
laying the base flat against her folds, his hips rocking slightly.

Lena's legs went up
around the sides of his hips, rubbing against him, knowing it wasn't
what she wanted. She wanted him buried deep inside her. She wanted
him filling her completely, thrusting hard until her body spasmed
around him.

She tried to tilt her
hips, move his cock so he pressed up against the entrance to her
body.

“Nope,” he
said, grabbing both her wrists in one hand, and taking the other down
and pushing hard against her hips, holding her in place. “Beg
for it and you can end the torture,” he said close to her ear.

Lena's legs collapsed
back on the mattress and he laughed, letting her wrists go and moving
down next to her. “Glutten for punishment huh?” he asked,
reaching behind him and sliding the drawer of the nightstand open. He
put the condom down next to her thigh, his hand moving across her
skin and pressing against her head.

His fingers pressed hard
against her opening, throbbing against it but not penetrating. Lena
turned her head to the side, looking in his eyes. He raised a brow at
her, as if saying she could end it all right now. But she shook her
head at him. He shrugged, crooking a finger and pushing it inside
her.

“Oh,” she
cried out, her hips held still, anticipating.

He stayed there for a
long minute before finally pulling half way back out and then all the
way back in.

Lena's hand grabbed at
the sheets, pushing her hips up to meet his finger each time he
pushed inward. It wasn't enough. It wasn't what she needed.

As if reading her
thoughts, another finger slipped inside her. She groaned, his fingers
twisting and rubbing against the sensitive skin at the top of her
pussy. Her chest felt tight and she struggled for breath, knowing she
was getting close.

Eric watched her,
squirming, moaning a strange half-satisfied sound. He knew she was
almost there. A few more strokes against her g-spot and she would be
spasming around his fingers. He reached down with his free hand,
bringing the condom up to his mouth and ripping it open. He brought
it down by his cock but didn't put it on. Waiting until she was past
the point of pride.

He pulled his fingers out
of her just in time. Her hand slammed down on his stomach,
frustrated.

“Eric,” she
breathed out.

“Yeah, baby?”
he asked, taking both of his hands and quickly slipping the condom
on.

Lena looked over at him,
her eyes half-closed with need. “Please.”

Eric smiled, kissing her
once, moving on top of her quickly. He felt his cock push up against
her heat and paused for a second, looking down at her.

Lena tensed for a second,
feeling his hardness press against her opening, feeling too big and
she had a second of fear that he might not fit,t hat it would hurt,
before she felt him slowly pressing inside her.

Her eyes flew open,
finding his as he eased himself into her, one slow inch at a time.
Her walls pulled at him tightly, pushing him deeper. “Oh,”
she groaned, shifting her hips.

“You alright?”
he asked, pushing his cock against her back wall. She was so tight,
his cock nestled deep within her depths.

“Don't stop,”
she groaned, wrapping her hips around his lower back.

Eric groaned, pulling
himself half way out slowly, his lips coming down on hers.

She moved her hips
against him, his cock moving in and out of her slowly, teasing at
what she needed. Her fingers dug into the skin of his back, her legs
holding him tightly.

“Faster,” she
gasped and he quickly pulled his cock out and slammed it back into
her. Again and again.

Lena felt her breath
catch in her throat. His arms went under her shoulders, his fingers
crushing into her collarbones. He groaned, thrusting faster and
faster. Lena angled her hips upward. This was it. Just a few more

“Eric,” she
cried out, her insides grabbing at his cock as an orgasm ripped its
way through her body, making her hands dig into his skin, her legs
shake uncontrollably around his body.

“Fuck, Lena,”
he groaned, slamming into her one more time, his body tensing. His
fingers crushed into her collarbone, his back spasming quickly as he
came, his breath hot on her neck.

His weight came down on
her, crushing her chest. She felt her breath whoosh out of her lungs.
She wrapped her arms and legs around her tighter, feeling strangely
emotional. Needing the closeness. She buried her face in his hair,
breathing in his scent, her body shaking slightly in the aftershock.

Eric's heart was beating
wildly, threatening to burst from his chest. He buried his face in
her neck. He was trying to draw in deep breaths, trying to push past
the fog in his head.

He had been close to
orgasm from the second he pushed inside her impossibly tight pussy.
He had been right about her. He knew that under the carefully
restrained exterior there was someone incredibly passionate
underneath. But he hadn't been prepared. For the challenge. For her
openness. Her unabashed moans, her fingers ripping into his skin. For
her submission.

He had just barely kept
it together.

And then when she came,
fast, hard, completely overwhelmed by it, he had finally lost his
tight grip of control.

He eased out of her
slowly, turning away and disposing of the condom before turning back.
She had turned onto her side, her legs pulled up and one arm draped
carefully across her chest. He reached down toward the foot of the
bed and pulled up the blanket, carefully situating it over them both
as he laid down on his back.

He reached for her,
pulling her onto his chest. Her face settled up high, her hand
resting on the outside of his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed the
top of her head, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other
across her upper body, trapping her arm under his.

“You alright?”
he asked, his voice sounding far away.

“Mmhmm,” she
murmured, wiggling against him, bringing a leg up and over his hips.

Eric smiled, she sounded
like she was half-asleep already. He released her arm, moving his
hand up to toy with the strands of her hair. She mumbled something
against him, kissing the skin on his chest, before her body went lax
on him, her breathing slow and shallow, asleep.

He laid there for a
while, wondering how long it had been since he had actually spent the
night with a woman. Usually they both clumsily dressed afterword,
trying to force awkward conversation until he finally left. Or, once
in a while, he remembered with a bit more shame than he cared to
admit, they would fall asleep and he would slink out, usually not
even leaving a note.

He comforted himself
knowing that they all knew what they were getting into with him. That
he wasn't a relationship guy. That he had never lied to them. That he
was, in fact, very clear about his desire for physical relationships
only. And that they had still been willing to take the chance.

But, he realized with
more than a little alarm, even if he could sneak out on Lena, he
really didn't want to.

She sighed in her sleep,
nuzzling her face against his chest like a cat and he felt himself
laughing quietly. When she wasn't so carefully trying to keep
everyone at a distance, she was soft and sweet, playful and sensual.

He found himself
wondering about getting under her armor more. What she was like when
no one was looking? Did she sing into her hairbrush? Or yell at the
TV? Did she walk around naked? Buy a gallon of ice cream and finish
it in one night?

Eric shook his head,
trying to push the strange train of thought away.

She was leaving.

He had a very limited
time to enjoy her company. And he needed to enjoy that company naked
and tangled up in each other as much as possible. Not watching her
watch television.

Eric sighed, feeling
unusually sad for reasons he didn't want to contemplate. He leaned
down and kissed her hair again, closing his eyes and slowly drifting
off to sleep.

Eighteen

It was the heat that woke
her up. She opened her eyes feeling a bit disoriented to find all the
blankets on the bed wrapped tight around her like a cocoon. She
smiled up at the ceiling, sinking back into the blankets despite the
heat.

It was a sweet gesture.
To wrap her up. To have thought about her comfort at all. She
couldn't remember the last time she woke up to find that someone had
put a blanket on her. It was a small, but profound, gesture.

She pulled her arms out
of the blankets, reaching out to touch the space beside her. She
found it cool. Eric had left a while ago. But, she reminded herself,
stifling a bit of disappointment, that was a good thing. She needed a
little space. She needed to think things through since she had passed
out too quickly to go over things the night before.