Wicked Beat
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He shifted so that his rock-hard c**k 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 cle**age and trickled between her br**sts. “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 c**k 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 c**k lodged into her cle**age.
“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 pu**y 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 br**sts. He kneaded them roughly as he pounded and pinched her ni**les 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 pu**y 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.
“You’re such a naughty nurse,” he said. “Do you like my finger in your ass?”
“Oh yes.”
He pressed his finger deeper. She massaged his nuts more vigorously. Eric’s breath hitched, and he grabbed her hips to hold her still while he let go inside her. They still needed to work on timing their orgasms to coincide. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed. “Thank you, nurse. That was a wonderful treatment.”
She grinned. She was just getting started.
Chapter 14
“Are you sure we have to go back?” Eric murmured and tugged Rebekah closer. They were both sticky with cum and sweat and saliva. He doubted he could get it up again, but he was far from ready to share her with the rest of the world. The sex was phenomenal, but just being with her was enough to make him giddy.
“We have to be in Austin in two days.”
“So we stay in bed for another twenty-four hours, and we’ll take off then. It won’t take me long to drive from Phoenix to Austin.”
She laughed. “No way in hell am I letting you drive that far, Eric Sticks.”
“Then we’ll get on a plane.”
“I think Jon will want his car back.”
“Like I care.”
“This isn’t the end of our relationship, sweetheart. Just the beginning. We’ll have other nights together.”