Wicked Beat
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She giggled, and his heart warmed. If it made her happy to make him come quickly, he was certain to make her the happiest woman in existence.
“Well, the deal was a minimum of five minutes, though I was really hoping for ten, so I could start lesson two tonight. That was fun.”
Fun? It had been fan-fucking-tastic.
She slid up his body and kissed him. He could taste himself on her lips. On her tongue. His c**k twitched with renewed excitement. She tugged her lips from his. “You taste good, huh?”
“Not as good as you do. Are you sure I only lasted three minutes? Maybe you read the clock wrong.”
“I’m sure.”
“Does that mean no more lessons?” He felt like crying. “Ever?”
“I didn’t say that. You lasted longer than ten seconds. Because you didn’t make it five minutes, there will be no lesson tomorrow. You’ll have to wait until the next day.”
He was smiling with relief and happiness, but he said, “There is no way in hell I can wait that long.”
“You don’t have a choice. That was our deal. And now it’s your turn to live up to our bargain.”
Yeah, it was. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”
***
This arrangement between herself and Eric was perfect. He might be able to help her get over her fear of intercourse, and then she could go back to seducing Trey. Except Rebekah wasn’t sure if she was really interested in Trey anymore. He’d obviously left because she’d freaked out when she’d felt his c**k against the opening of her vagina, and she had made him stop. Again. As hot and sexy as Trey was, she was feeling something more substantial for Eric. She wasn’t sure what it was yet. His excitement and enthusiasm made her feel beautiful. Wanted. Irresistible. And he was fun. And generous. And almost as spontaneous as she was. She liked him. It would probably wear off quickly—the topsy-turvy happiness he brought bubbling to the surface. This kind of overwhelming emotion never lasted. But while it did, they could certainly have a lot of fun together. And help each other with their sexual inadequacies at the same time.
“Touch me, Eric,” she urged.
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
He used those wonderful, strong hands to awaken every inch of her skin.
“Kiss me, Eric.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
“Can I turn on the light?” he asked, his lips against a sensitive spot just beneath her ear. “I want to look at you.”
“If you want to.”
He found the lamp on the side table and switched it on. They blinked at each other as their eyes adjusted to the glare. He smiled and touched her face. She turned her head slightly to kiss his bandaged thumb. “How’s your cut?’
“It’s fine.”
He didn’t move for a long moment. Just stared at her. Made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Is this real?” he murmured.
“It feels real.”
She lifted a hand and toyed with the long lock of blue hair curling around his throat. “Are you really okay with this? I don’t want you to feel used.”
“Why would I feel used?”
“I make you touch me—”
He covered her lips with his fingertips. “You’re not making me do anything. I want to touch you.”
“But what do you get out of it?”
“I get to be with you. That’s all I want.”
Her heart melted. She didn’t know he had a sweet side. She added it to the growing list of things she adored about him.
He grinned crookedly. “Plus, I already got one fantastic blow job and only have to wait two days for another.”
She chuckled. Didn’t take long for him to cover up that sweet side. “I feel like I’m manipulating you, Eric.”
“If that’s what you want to call it, fine with me. Please continue to manipulate me. I get off on it.”
She hugged him and rubbed her nose against his collarbone. “If you ever want out of this bargain, promise you’ll tell me.”
“I promise. You’ll do the same for me?”
She nodded.
“Good. Now stop worrying about this and tell me what you want me to do.”
“I already told you. Kiss me.”
“Everywhere?”
She nodded.
“Do you mind if I tell you how beautiful you are the entire time?”
“I think I can live with that.”
He kissed her lips, delighting them with a gentle suction. “These are the most succulent lips I’ve ever tasted,” he whispered. He stroked her hair with both hands as he kissed her again. “And they feel even better wrapped around my cock.” He dipped his tongue between them.
She laughed. “You’re like Mr. Romance and Mr. Porn Star wrapped in one.”
“Sorry. I have this bad habit of saying everything that pops into my head. I know it’s a total turnoff. I’ll try harder to stay quiet.”
“Actually, I kinda like it.”
He quirked an eyebrow at her. “You do?”
She nodded.
“You’re weird.”
“You’re weird too,” she said defensively.
“I guess that means we’re perfect for each other.” He stared into her eyes, challenging her to deny it.
“I guess so,” she said.
He smiled. She could feel his heart thudding against her chest. “Where was I?” He trailed kisses over her cheek. “This is the cutest face I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He kissed her eyelids. “These are the prettiest blue eyes.” His fingers, tangled in her hair, kneaded her scalp. “The silkiest hair with the most awesome color that matches mine.”
She giggled. He slid down to kiss her neck. He suckled gently and explored the tender flesh there until she gasped in delight when he found that most sensitive spot below her ear. She moaned when his suction intensified, and his tongue lavished that spot until her ni**les tightened unbearably and a flood of heat rushed between her thighs.
“Eric.”
“I love it when you say my name.” He breathed into her ear. “It’s so sexy.” His lips returned to her sweet spot to work her into a frenzy.
“Eric,” she gasped again. “Oh please. Suck my tits.” His entire body shuddered and he lifted his head.
“Fuck, woman, don’t say things like that.” He shifted his hips and she felt the head of his c**k against her throbbing pu**y.