Wicked Beat
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“I have never had a prank work on Sed,” Eric said. “I don’t even bother to try anymore.”
“It would be awesome to get him. Just once,” Jon said.
“Yeah,” Eric agreed. “He’s too f**king cool for his own good.”
“You guys are so bad,” Rebekah said, shaking her head at them.
“You could help us get him, Rebekah. Sed would never suspect you,” Jon said.
“No way. In case you forgot, Sed’s my boss.”
“I’m your boss too,” Eric said.
“So you’re f**king Eric in the hopes that you’ll get a raise?” Jon laughed. “I knew she had some ulterior motive.”
“Nope. I’m f**king him because he gives me fantastic orgasms.”
She looked at Eric and smiled. Eric’s heart turned into a big puddle of mush. “I’m going to make you come so hard later,”
he whispered.
“Why not right now?” she whispered back.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a little controller. The slender plastic wire disappeared down the front of her pants. He examined the controller. It was the one that went to the butterfly-shaped clit stimulator he’d bought her the night before. Eric flushed and leaned closer to her ear. “You’re wearing it right now?”
She grinned crookedly. “Not telling.”
He switched on the remote, and her body jerked. A faint hum came from inside the crotch of her jeans. He switched it off again. Her body relaxed.
“It’s a long ride to Austin,” he murmured.
“That’s why I wore it,” she whispered.
He kissed her passionately, wondering why they had ever left the hotel room.
Eric switched on the butterfly again, and he felt its vibration against his thigh where her hip was pressed against him. “I don’t think you have it in the right spot. It’s supposed to buzz your clit.”
She laughed. “That’s my cell phone.”
She pulled her phone out of her pocket and wrinkled her adorable little nose as she read the display screen. “It’s my mother.”
Eric shut off Rebekah’s clit stimulator so fast that he feared it would never work properly again.
Rebekah answered her phone. “Hey, Mom. What’s up?”
Eric caught snatches of the woman’s tirade. “…saw what kind of sleazy individuals you’re working for… no place for a decent woman… come home right now… your father… blah, blah, blah…”
“Things are going really well,” Rebekah cut in.
“…think you’re some sort of harlot… filthy rock star… bunch of beasts… sex and drugs… blah, blah, blah… Dave said…”
“How is Dave?” Rebekah blurted.
“Don’t change the subject.”
“I’m not coming home, Mom. I have a job.”
“…wrong kind of job for a nice young lady… dirty minds and devil music… going to hell… what would your father say… blah, blah, blah…”
Rebekah rubbed her forehead and rolled her eyes. Eric just stared at her in horror.
“I’ve gotta go, Mom.”
“…head home right now if you know what’s good for you… blah, blah, blah…”
“Mom! I have to go,” Rebekah annunciated slowly. “Tell Dad and Dave hello.”
“…can’t believe my own daughter…”
“Bye, Mom.”
Rebekah disconnected the call and slumped back in the seat.
“What was that all about?” Eric asked.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
She tossed her phone on the seat beside her and covered his hand with hers. She stroked the power switch on the clit stimulator remote still in his hand. “Turn it on,” she whispered. “Make me feel dirty.”
He couldn’t even pretend to understand that request, but he did what she asked. Her back arched, thrusting both br**sts forward. She moaned and writhed, her hand clinging to Eric’s thigh.
“Jesus, I’m trying to pay attention to the road here,” Jon bitched.
That fueled Rebekah to moan louder. “Oh, it feels good, Eric. I’m about to come. Turn it off. Make me suffer.”
Eric switched off the stimulator, and she squirmed in her seat, her eyes on the rearview mirror to check if Jon was paying attention. She totally loved that he was listening. She wanted him to watch her get off. The little minx.
Eric sucked gently on the flesh just under her ear. “I bet Jon’s dick is as hard as a rock after hearing how sexy you are.”
“You think?” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Turn it on again.”
She vocalized louder and louder as she approached orgasm again. “Turn it off,” she cried at the last second. She squirmed again. “That drives me crazy,” she gasped. “My pu**y is so f**king wet right now.”
“Knock it off, you two,” Jon grumbled and adjusted his fly with a wince.
Rebekah grinned at Eric and reached for his belt buckle. “Do you want a blow job or a hand job this time?”
Oh yeah. He totally loved this woman.
Chapter 16
They met the tour buses at a rest stop outside El Paso, Texas. Rebekah grabbed Eric’s hand and tugged him up the bus steps. She needed him inside her. Like immediately.
“There you are,” Sed said as they rushed past on their way to the bedroom.
“Are you going to cook those enchiladas you promised?” Brian asked.
She’d forgotten that she was supposed to cook for them. “Uh, I need to do something with Eric in the bedroom, and then I’ll cook.”
Eric had an ear-to-ear grin plastered on his face.
“I’m starving,” Brian complained.
“It’s Eric,” Trey said. “He’ll be done in like two minutes.”
Rebekah hoped Trey was wrong. She’d been helping Eric throughout the entire day, and he’d been teasing her clit off and on for seven hours. If she didn’t get some dick soon, she was going to die.
As soon as they were in the bedroom, she pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. Her bra followed. He watched her shuck her jeans, his eyes off her only long enough to pull his shirt over his head. She removed her sopping wet panties and the delightful little butterfly that had no battery power left. When she was naked, she bent forward over the bed and spread her legs.
“Hurry, Eric. Put it in.”