by Stella James
“Eric, I’m so close, I want you inside me, I want to feel you when I come,” she moans. “Please,” she cries.
Fuck. I stand from the floor at the foot of the bed and watch as her hips continue to buck up slightly, grinding in slow circles as if my mouth is still on her.
“Touch yourself Grey, keep going,” I demand, ripping the shirt from my body.
She places one hand on her breast and massages the flesh while she plucks at the pretty pink tip as she snakes her other hand down her stomach to her pussy and easily slides two fingers inside herself.
My cock strains against my jeans and when I shove them down, I wrap a firm fist around the base, stroking myself while she fucks her hand, her eyes trained on mine until they flicker down to my hand and she grins. She removes her hands from her body and kneels up on the bed, crawling to the end she places her feet on the floor and covers my hand with hers, halting the movement.
“Tell me Eric,” she says quietly, leaning up on her toes and bringing her mouth to my ear. “I like it when you tell me what to do,” she whispers, my cock swelling in her delicate hand.
“Sink to your knees and open your mouth baby,” I grumble. “I want my cock in between those full lips of yours.”
She slides down to her knees and leans forward, tracing her tongue along the bottom of my dick and placing a wet kiss on the tip, looking up at me.
“I want your hands in my hair Eric,” she says. “Show me what you like.”
Fuck, where has this woman been?
My fingers tangle themselves in her thick hair and when I pull it tight, she keeps one hand wrapped around me and opens her mouth, taking me as far back as she can. I pull her head back and sink in again.
“Fuck Grey, that’s it. Tighter.”
She sucks me harder and lets me set the pace, dragging her tongue along the bottom with every thrust. Her mouth is fucking heaven. Warm, wet and so Goddamn good. I tease the back of her throat and when I’m about to pull back she grips my ass and holds me in place, swallowing hard and making me see fucking stars.
“Christ, I’m going to come if you keep that up,” I groan.
She lets me pull back but repeats the action, taking me deep and swallowing around me until my balls are tight and I’m so close to filling her mouth that I can’t see straight.
“Get up baby,” I pull her to stand and spin her around, nudging her legs wide as she leans over the bed and sticks her perfect ass in the air for me.
I drive into her and pause, she’s soaking wet and dripping all over my cock as she greedily sucks me in.
“I can’t go slow Grey,” I groan.
“So don’t,” she gasps, pushing her ass into me. “Just fuck me Eric, take what’s yours.”
My control snaps and I grip her hips, pulling back and driving into her roughly. My cock is aching and the need to feel her squeeze me overpowers every sense within me. I want her pleasure, I want her sweet honey and the feel of her throbbing and pulsing around me. My pace quickens, my grip tightens and when my palm lands on her backside in one swift smack, she moans into the comforter beneath her and her walls begin to tighten around me.
“Come with me Grey,” I demand breathlessly. “Let go baby.”
She clamps down on me and the muscles in her back flex beneath her tattooed skin as her groans of pleasure and relief fill the space around us. I come hard and fold over her, holding her body to mine as I fill her. Our breath mingles as she turns her head and seeks my mouth with her own, rolling off of her, my cock slips free and I pull her into my side.
“Eric?”
“Mm?”
“It feels like I’ve been waiting for you,” she says quietly.
I lace my fingers with hers and press my mouth to her hair, pulling her body closer to mine.
“I’ve been waiting for you too.”
Chapter 11
Grey
I pull up to the address that Lily texted me earlier today and park along the curb, careful not to block anyone in the driveway. I climb out of my car and send Eric a quick text letting him know that I found the place. When I left the house, he and Jamie were getting ready to have a movie night. I gave them both a kiss goodnight and headed over to Mona’s for girl’s night. I reach the front door and raise my hand to knock just as the door bursts open and Mona stands there smiling.
“Hey! You made it,” she says.
“Yeah, am I late?”
“No, you’re not late, I’m just really fucking impatient,” she says. “But it’ll grow on you.”
I step through the doorway and see that Lily and Hanna are already here.
“She’s right, she grows on you like a fungus,” Lily says.
“Pfft, a sexy fungus,” Mona replies.
“Hi Grey, nice to see you again,” Hanna says standing from the sofa, setting her wine glass down on the table. She walks over to me and smiles before pulling me into a hug and inhaling deeply. “Mona was right, you do smell good,” she says.
“Right?!” Mona says. “If Walker didn’t have a magic penis, I’d switch teams right now just to be able to smell you all the time.”
“Thanks…that’s actually very sweet,” I say laughing.
“Of course it is,” Mona says. “Hanna please release our new friend so I can get her a drink.”
Hanna lets go of me and smiles brightly before she turns and sits back down with her wine while Lily looks at me and shrugs her shoulders with a laugh. She sets a tray of cut up veggies and dip on the coffee table.
“Oh, actually, I don’t drink,” I say.
“No biggie, I’m going to make a pitcher of virgin margaritas for the baby maker over there,” she says, nodding towards Sophie as she walks into the room from the hallway.
“This baby is playing soccer with my bladder,” she says. “Hey, how’s it going Grey?”
“I’m good, thanks. How are you feeling?”
“Ugh, I was under the impression that pregnancies would get easier the more you have, but I suspect that is complete bullshit,” she says.
“Brent wants to have seven kids,” Hanna says. “I told him we could compromise at five.”
“See, this is what’s so great about being me,” Mona says. “Y’all make the babies and I get to spoil them rotten and give them back when I’m done.”
“Oh, you don’t have kids?” I ask.
“Hell to the no. I love them, but it’s never been on my radar to have any,” she says. “Walker feels the same and we simply enjoy the fruit of everyone else’s loins.”
“I hate it when you say loins,” Hanna says.
“I second that,” Sophie says. “Is Kate coming tonight?”
“No, Lydia has the flu and she didn’t want to risk spreading the germs,” Lily says. “Kate is Cole’s sister,” she explains to me.
Mona grabs my hand and tugs me towards the kitchen. “I’m taking my new best friend into the kitchen to make drinks,” she says before lowering her tone just a little. “You eat gluten right?”
“Um, yes. Why?”
“No reason,” she says smiling.
“She’s testing you,” Lily shouts. “Before she gets too attached,” she chuckles.
“No more wine for you, giggles,” Mona hollers back.
I follow her into a large open space with vibrant red walls and sleek stainless steel appliances. The living room is still visible through the open concept of the room and the other women sit comfortably, chatting and picking at the array of food on the table.
I help Mona make margaritas and find that our conversation comes naturally. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever met anyone quite like her and I realize that I can’t even remember the last time I did something like this. High school maybe? When my mom got diagnosed with cancer my focus immediately changed from newly graduated senior to caretaker. I wouldn’t take back a single minute of any of it but it’s nice to have a social life again.
“So…you and Eric?” Mona asks.
“Me and Eric….
..”
“Oh boo. You women and your damn privacy,” she huffs, picking up a pitcher and handing me the other. We head back into the living room and set them on the table.
“Grey, don’t let her guilt you into telling her about his penis,” Lily says. “She’s still mad at me for not telling her every detail of the first time Cole and I slept together and that was like six years ago.”
I pour myself and Sophie a glass full of strawberry slush and laugh at Mona as she rolls her eyes.
“It’s not like you don’t know everything about my sex life,” she reasons. “Fair is fair.”
“Doesn’t that only count if we technically ask for details? Which I’m not sure any of us have,” Sophie adds.
“Well I’m happy to report that Brent has a mammoth penis,” says Hanna happily. “It’s loud and proud and really quite pretty. I imagine Eric’s is the same, because of genetics and all that,” she winks.
“Ah yes, penis science. My most favourite subject.” Mona says thoughtfully before Lily chucks a grape at her.
The conversation eventually moves on from penis size and by the time I’ve left and am parking my car beside Eric’s truck, my cheeks still hurt from laughing so much. It’s late and I figure I should just head downstairs but I can see a faint light coming from the living room and I think maybe Eric is still up.
I open the front door quietly and tiptoe into the living room to see Eric and Jamie both passed out while sports highlights fill the screen. I grab the chunky afghan from the back of the recliner and carefully cover them up. I’ve only seen one picture of Jamie’s mom and although there are subtle similarities in their expressions, she is mostly all Eric. I’m about to turn and head back to the door when Eric opens his eyes and smiles sleepily, looking almost boyish.
“Hey,” he says gruffly.
“Hey, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whisper.
“It’s okay, I’ll put her in bed,” he says. “Meet me upstairs?”
“Okay,” I smile.
I head upstairs and decide to have a quick shower. I strip off my clothes and remove my makeup before flipping on the faucet and letting the water warm up. I twist my hair up on top of my head and close the glass door behind me before stepping under the spray, sighing with content as the hot water washes over my shoulders and down my back. I turn and put my face under the water and when I wipe my eyes I see Eric standing in the doorway watching me.
His thick arms are folded in front of his chest as his eyes turn dark. He watches with a predatory gaze as I soap up my hands and run them up my stomach and over my breasts. I take my time, trailing one foam filled hand back down and over my sex. I glance up at him, expecting that he’ll be half undressed and storming towards me, but he’s not. He’s still standing in the exact same spot, a sizeable bulge in the front of his jeans and an expression on his handsome face that says….mine. A shiver dances down my spine and suddenly the confines of the shower feel far too empty.
My body craves Eric and not just for the things he can do to me, but for the way we feel together. I offer him a smile as I turn and wash off the remaining tiny bubbles that coat my skin. I turn off the water and unlatch the glass door, reaching for the towel on the nearest hook when he finally makes a move towards me. Not speaking a word, he takes the towel from me once I’ve dried and tosses it on the floor before reaching up and pulling the clip from my hair.
“Beautiful,” he says.
My heart thumps in my chest, beating with the anticipation of feeling his rough hands on my skin, gripping, taking and lighting me on fire. But still he doesn’t touch me.
“I want you to stand in front of the mirror,” he says, clenching his jaw.
I step towards the vanity and stand in front of the large mirror, waiting for further instruction. Every single time Eric’s deep voice commands me, I instantly burn with desire. Because I know that he’ll take care of us both. I hear the hiss of his zipper behind me.
“Brush your hair off of your shoulders and let it hang down your back,” he says.
I gather my hair up and let it fall down my back, leaving myself completely exposed for both of us in the reflection of the glass. He steps behind me and trails his hands up my sides before placing his mouth on the back of my shoulder.
“Do you know how beautiful you are Grey?”
I swallow hard and catch his gaze in the mirror, holding it steady as he brings his hands around my front and cups my breasts.
“And I don’t just mean these,” he squeezes gently. “Or this,” he places his palm over my mound and lets two of his fingers swipe along the wet seam as he brings his hand back up.
My body leans back into his, ever so slightly. His words are slowly unraveling me and I find myself aching to be touched. To be filled.
“Spread your legs for me,” he rasps against the side of my neck.
As I widen my stance I watch in the mirror as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside before kicking off his jeans and boxers. His fingertips slowly trail the length of my spine before he places his hand between my legs from behind and rubs the swollen folds of my pussy. I am now throbbing for this man.
“Eric,” I moan softly. “Please, I need you.”
“Mm, not as much as I need you,” he growls shoving two fingers inside me on the last word, causing me to lean back into him and gasp. I bring one hand up and around the back of his neck and the other on top of his hand as he manipulates my body and pumps his fingers in and out methodically.
“Look in the mirror baby, see how fucking beautiful we are together,” he groans.
I force my eyes open and look straight ahead. His tanned arm is snaked across my stomach while his fingers disappear inside of me, my own hand applying pressure to my needy clit. His blue eyes flash up and watch heavily as my chest heaves and he brings me closer to the brink of shattering. His hand grips my side tighter and all I can think is more. Give me more.
My eyes plead with his as words fail me completely. He reads me like no one ever has and removes his hand, spinning me in his arms and backing me into the counter top. He lifts me easily and pulls me towards him until I rest just on the edge. He thrusts into me, stealing the moan from my lips with a demanding kiss, my nails dig into his back as he drives into me in a slow and steady pace. Unable to stifle my pleasure, I rip my mouth from his and hold him onto him so tightly that my arms ache. My face is buried in his neck, moaning and begging, my voice becomes hoarse.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I cry.
“You’re fucking heaven Grey,” he groans. “Come with me,” he demands.
I lean back slightly and tilt my hips up, feeling the familiar all-consuming wave of a release that only Eric can give me as it washes over me and claims me entirely. My grip on his dampened skin lessens as he drives into me as deeply as he can and rasps a curse against the side of my neck.
My entire body is veiled in the blurry aftermath of my climax in such a way that I don’t even remember being cleaned up and carried to the bed. I’m placed on soft sheets and covered with a blanket, the steady rhythm of Eric’s heartbeat against my back, his arm firmly placed around my waist as my eyelids fall heavy and everything goes dark.
*
“They’re going to love you,” Eric says, grinning at me from the driver’s seat as I fix my dress for the ten thousandth time. His parents are back from holidays and invited us over for a BBQ.
“I’m just nervous, God, I don’t even remember the last time I’ve met someone’s parents,” I say.
“My parents are really laid back, and Brent and Hanna will be there too,” he says. “If anything, the baby will distract them enough that they’ll hardly notice you.”
“Gee thanks,” I laugh.
“Anytime babe,” he says, reaching over and holding my hand in his.
“Grey, did you know my cousin Max is a Christmas present?” Jamie asks from the back seat.
“A Christmas present? No I didn’t know that. Was
he born on the 25th?”
“No. But I heard Auntie Hanna telling Uncle Brent that the present he gave her on Christmas made Max,” she says innocently.
“Ohhh kay, should I put the radio on?” Eric asks while I stifle a giggle.
We drive the rest of the way to Eric’s parent’s house listening to Taylor Swift, as per Jamie’s request. I’m starting to learn my way around the outskirts of Blue Falls, Jerry and Karen live a few minutes just west of town. When we pull off of one gravel road and onto another, a white bungalow comes into view with a massive, neatly landscaped front yard. The style of the home is similar to Eric’s and as we approach I see a patio table and BBQ set up beside the house where Brent and Hanna are already settled with little Max.
Eric pulls up beside an older looking pickup and turns off the engine just as Jamie unbuckles and whips open the back door, running towards a tall, thin woman with short dirty blonde hair. I notice a strong resemblance between the woman and Eric’s brother, figuring that Eric must take after their dad.
“Nan!!”
I exhale and breathe and look over at Eric. “Okay, I’m ready,” I say.
“You look beautiful and they’ll love you,” he says once more before we exit the truck.
“Nan, this is Grey, isn’t she pretty? She’s really nice and she’s teaching me all about ballet,” Jamie says.
“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you,” I say, extending my hand.
“No need for formalities dear,” she says, pulling me into a tight hug. “I’m Karen, it’s nice to meet you too sweetheart. I love your tattoos, they’re so bright,” she says, guiding me towards the quaint set up.
“Hey, what about me? Your son?”
“Oh shush you, you’re old news,” Karen says.
Jamie runs ahead as I look back at Eric and smile. I told you so, he mouths before grabbing the small cooler out of the box of the truck.