by Lana Hartley
“What’re you thinking about, Elia? Your smile is so sexy when you cum,” Eric says, pulling my hips up and down so fast that I can’t breathe and staccato moans and pants escape my lips.
I narrow my eyes at him for a second to say, really, you expect me to answer. But I can’t hold onto the sass because I’m falling over the edge of a cliff of pleasure so intense that every muscle in my body tenses, then relaxes. My pussy strangles his cock, milking out the thick jet of cum that he shoots into my pussy as he cums.
I watch his face. Eric moans, his eyes closed and his perfect face a mask of pure pleasure. There has never been a more erotic sight. My fingers trial to my clit and I start rubbing it in circles, the instinct kicking in at the sight of him cumming. When Eric’s eyes open again, his eyes take in me rubbing my clit and he pulls out his cock.
I gasp, feeling utterly helpless when he moves my hand away from my pussy and squealing when he flips me so that I’m laying down on back. His takes his cock and rubs the head through my slick folds, the heat and weight of it landing on my clit.
Eric bends and draws one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it in, swirling his tongue around it, making me arch my back.
When I do, I feel him pull his cock down and back inside me. His mouth releases my breast with a wet pop, licking down the curve, and then he asks, “are you sore? Are you okay?” His eyes look up into mine, searching for a reaction.
I feel this tension in the air, nothing bad, but some anxiety he has and some struggle he’s facing...Eric is holding back because he doesn’t want to hurt me.
“No, I have never felt more incredible. Please don’t take it easy on me, show me what you’ve got,” I say, my eyes hooded with lust as I look down at every inch of his muscled pectorals and incredible eight-pack abs. I had no idea real men could even look like this.
“God, I want you so damn bad, Elia.” Eric thrusts back inside me, filling me up so completely.
For the few seconds I can form thoughts, I think that I had no idea a man could fuck like this, either. I moan loudly, and I don’t even feel shy about it like I thought I might. The pleasure is so intense that I can’t bother to feel shy because I’m too busy working my hips up to meet his.
Eric’s hands capture my wrists, bringing my hands above my head. I watch the waves in his body as he rolls his hips and slams into me. His cock almost completely leaves my pussy and then he pumps back into me in long, slow strokes that in no time at all seem to have me whimpering for more.
“You’re insatiable,” he says with a sexy laugh.
I swear, Eric’s smile is so gorgeous, I think that could make me cum.
Just then, he releases one of my wrists and brings his thumb to my clit.
My eyes about pop out of my head, because that cocky grin he’s sporting now with the circles he works over my clit already have a pressure so intense building inside me that I cry out. I want to beg, scream, or just keep moaning because every sound makes the waves of pleasure crash down harder all over my body.
Eric brings his mouth to my other breast, tongue tracing the swell of it before he captures that nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard, a tight suction that makes my eyes slam shut as all of the sensations overtake me.
I feel almost like I’m going to black out from just how intense all of the pleasure is. My eyes flutter open because I want to look at him.
I could never get tired of looking at Eric. My eyes go to those strong arms, one still holding my wrist. I take my free hand and stroke his cheek, letting my fingers fall down his neck and his whole perfect body, then moving around to hold onto one of his ass cheeks, demanding more from him as I pull him toward me.
Eric releases my other hand and I instantly go to grip his ass with my other hand.
“I’ve got something in mind. I’m going to fuck you so deep that the next time you cum, you might forget your own name,” Eric says, looking at me with such a cocky grin and an almost smugness in his eyes.
I’d say he’s earned it all, because my legs feel like they’re made of fire and jelly and my pussy is so wet it feels like a hurricane hit it, so I just enjoy how gorgeous that self-assured look on his face shows off his perfect dimples. “Mmm, I don’t doubt that,” I admit to him. I really don’t. Not after how he’s made me feel tonight.
Dropping my arms to my side, I watch him draw both of my legs up with kind of a dazed look. Partially because I’m still in awe of his perfect body, and also because I can’t believe how high up he’s pushing my legs. I feel so exposed, which is a silly thing for me to think I suppose after everything that’s happened tonight, but I have to fight holding my breath to prepare for just how deep he’s going to fuck me.
I know now from riding Eric that the more I let myself breathe, the better it feels, so when he presses the head of his cock to my wet pussy, I take in a deep breath, and release it slowly as he slides back into me.
“Ohhh!” I cry out, my slow breathing ruined when I feel how completely full I am. There’s a low ache in my belly, like molten heat ready to erupt. My eyes can’t focus and even though I’m laying flat, I feel like I’m going to fall or something.
Eric stays inside me like this for a moment, letting my body adjust to him, feeling all the places inside me that he’s stroked so well tonight as this new angle brings undiscovered pleasures to my body.
I suck in my lips, moaning, and look into Eric’s eyes. He looks into mine. “I feel so alive when you’re inside me,” I tell him with a voice barely above a whisper.
I know that he hears me, though, because a look of raw arousal spreads over his face. Eric thrusts deep, taking long, fast strokes into me that stay so deep that I can barely summon the strength to respond the way I want to. I draw my legs up higher, spreading them further apart, and press me body towards him, meeting his every thrust with one of my own. I crave the every sensation that his body offers, aching to feel every perfect inch of him deep inside me.
I honestly had no idea that sex could feel so good. I certainly didn’t know that I could cum so much, and when I feel another orgasm boiling to the surface, I know that I want him to cum again with me. “Eric...you’re...so...hard,” I pant. “Cum with me!” I moan out quickly, his thrust punctuating my words and drawing a squeal out of me.
“Elia,” Eric groans my name, and he starts pumping even harder, faster, and I feel how rock hard his cock is inside me. I mean, it was already so hard but it feels like steel wrapped in velvet and hot as hell as he pumps into me. I feel the my own orgasm starting to come over me, and when my pussy starts to squeeze Eric’s cock, I feel him erupt within me, too. He shoots so much cum inside me that I feel my own arousal mingling with his as they both leak out down my thighs. My legs collapse, unable to withstand the intensity and I can’t summon the strength to make myself. My arms wrap around Eric, pulling him closer to me.
His arms capture me and roll us over so that he’s holding me tight against his chest. Something about this feels...well it feels like more than just me choosing not to resist the attraction we both share. I’m desperate for his every touch and it feels like he needs to hold me tight against him. I place my head against his chest and hear Eric’s thundering heartbeat. I feel close to him.
I don’t expect this onslaught of emotions, but it is so intense that it chokes me up for a second, stops my breathing and makes my own heart hammer in my chest. All the anxiety of why I shouldn’t sleep with Eric hasn’t come back, but there’s something else that threatens beneath the surface. It isn’t bad so much as new, and as I struggle to regain control of my haggard breathing, I try to focus on the blissful feelings still washing over me.
Eric kisses the top of my head and his hands stroke up and down my back. I wiggle a little and feel him pull his cock out of me. I yelp at the exit, feeling so empty. If I had any energy, I might demand him back inside of me. But Eric and I are both still breathing heavily. We’re slick, covered in sweat, and I feel how wet my thighs are with our shared arousal. I shift
a little and realize that our cum has made me sticky. I curl against his side and dip my finger down, stroking some of the cum from my thigh, and bring it to my lips.
“You want to taste us?” Eric says, clearly aroused by this idea.
“I want us to taste us,” I say, bringing the finger to my lips, sucking up the creaminess, and then pressing my mouth to his. I don’t know why this occurred to me but it seemed so erotic, and kissing Eric with our cum between our lips is so sexy that my nipples start to ache while we’re kissing. I climb back on him, pressing myself into his chest so that I feel his hard chest crushing the soft pillows of my breasts.
I finally break the kiss after our tongues dance over each other’s, first to savor our shared taste, and then just to savor each other. I rub my lips together, feeling how deliciously sore they are like the rest of me, perfectly aching from all this pleasure. I feel well-used, like, not in a gross way...more like a paperback that’s been well-read. I’m still good for sale. Okay, not like that! I’m feeling light and silly, and I consider sharing my odd thoughts with Eric, but I find myself looking at him instead. Wondering what he’s thinking.
His fingers are tracing over my skin and he’s just looking at me. Something about this moment just feels too perfect for words, so I don’t ruin it with any. I lay my head against his chest and we look into each other’s eyes for a long time before I start to feel my eyelids getting draggy.
“Thanks for a wonderful night, Elia,” Eric says. “I hate to run, but I want to tuck my little girl in tonight.”
I know I just lost my virginity and now the guy is leaving right as I was dozing off, but there’s something so sweet about Eric leaving to make his daughter’s bedtime.
“Thank you. This was amazing.” I lean forward and kiss him, a quick goodbye kiss. He retrieves my mangled sheet, but it is more than a little wet with sweat and cum, so he grabs my comforter, and he tucks me in. I might protest that I’m not his daughter, but it feels nice and the real weight of my exhaustion just hit me. My eyelids flutter shut now, and then don’t open until the next morning when my alarm goes off for work.
My working alarm on my working phone, thanks to Eric.
Eric
I can’t believe that I bought Elia a gift, took her to a restaurant and then spent the night at her apartment. And to make matters worse, she was a virgin. Normally that wouldn’t bother me, but I told her about my daughter. I spilled everything to a girl I thought was so innocent. Innocent was right.
It’s as if she’s put a spell on me. That must be it. Maybe she works in a bookstore and she’s a part-time witch. But I guess if she was, she wouldn’t have been carrying that crappy phone before I bought her a decent one.
“Eric?” asks Jessica. She’d booked in a slot this afternoon so that we could discuss something. What we’re discussing, I can’t remember, but I can tell that she’s not happy.
“What is it?”
“I wanted us to go through it together because I’m not sure how all the pieces fit together.”
I pick up my tablet and look at the opened report I assume she’d sent when I wasn’t paying attention. My eyes can barely focus on what looks like a bunch of text and diagrams.
“So what am I looking at?”
I sigh, thinking that I don’t understand why Jessica’s bugging me about this shit right now. This should be my priority, not hers, but she booked an appointment for us to discuss it. So, I should respect her decision to at least be efficient about her work.
“A report from your analytics team. You’ve been making a lot of purchases and fixing up bookstores. You asked the team to make up the report so you can go forward with your plans, remember? We’re keeping up with your purchases as you make them.” There’s not any frustration in her voice right now, but I can tell she’s surprised at how many purchases I’ve moved forward with. I will need to get back to my practice today and see patients, so I get now why Jessica called this meeting. But I’m too damn distracted today!
“I still have a few shops to buy.” I raise my eyebrows and nod. This is the issue with Jessica; sometimes I wonder if she’s my secretary or my mom in disguise. She likes to have these types of conversations, to see if I’m paying attention. Something that my mom does from time-to-time. And like my mom, often, Jessica is right.
This is why she’s a good assistant, keeping me on my toes. I need to focus.
I skim through the pages of the report. The team did a good job, but there are several shops that I’ve yet to close the deal on. I could probably focus on another one for now… or I could leave that to someone else.
“Is this the only report?” I ask when I’m halfway through, losing my concentration again.
“No. There are a few others, but there are discrepancies so the team will hold onto it for a few more days. I just thought you’d like the update.”
“Thank you for bringing me this,” I have nothing much to say on the topic. Apart from seeing that Elia’s boss was giving me shitty figures to begin with, there’s nothing more to know about the store. I went there twice yesterday and I was the only one walking in and out. It’s clear that the store’s in trouble. I don’t need to look at the numbers to figure that out.
My eyes are wandering around the room as my mind goes back to thoughts of Elia. I want to see her now. I don’t think that I can wait until this evening.
I shake my head at the thought. It’s too soon. Besides, Elia was a virgin before yesterday and she’ll get the wrong idea about me maybe committing to her. I can’t send the wrong signals, it just wouldn’t be right. And for once in my life, I feel like doing the right thing as far as women are concerned. And I’m not the right thing, not for commitment. I made a mistake. A mistake that will make me hard for the next several days as I try to keep from being too distracted and jerking off every time I think about Elia.
Jessica stands by my desk, hovering around it, then she smiles and says what’s on her mind. “After all these years of working with you. I’ve never seen you this distracted, what’s on your mind?”
I decide that I’ll kill two birds with one stone. Maybe if she thinks that I’m interested in another woman, she’ll stop asking me out whenever I’m in town.
“I went out on a date last night.”
“Wow, you…” She pauses. “I just thought that you never really dated.” She gets flustered. My plan’s working without me having to put her in her place.
“So, who was the lucky lady?” Jessica says, raising an eyebrow.
“Elia.”
“From the bookstore?”
“The same one. I’m just trying to figure out where to take her on the weekend.”
“Oh. I thought that you were going back to New York this weekend?”
I shake my head, “I changed my mind.”
There’s an uncomfortable silence as her mouth opens and closes several times. I have nothing more to say. Yet, I have a feeling that Jessica does.
“I thought that you never mixed business with pleasure?”
She raises an eyebrow. I know that she’s talking about herself, but how can I explain to her that being with Elia is nothing but pleasure? I was never too sure about it in the first place and I always stick to my gut feeling, but I don’t with Elia, which is why my witch theory seems like a probable one.
“She must be something…”
Jessica’s biting her lip. She’s not my type, but I wonder what my type is. I never realized that I had one until I’d turned her down more than once.
“She is. But if you don’t mind, I need to get on with these reports.”
“And figure out where to take Elia on the weekend?”
“Exactly.”
I point at her, and then she leaves my office, flustered. I can tell she’s upset, but she’s been working for me for years and I’ve not given her the impression that I’m interested. Maybe this is the best way for her to get the message.
Elia
I walk into the bookstore wi
th my head up in the clouds. I was hoping that Eric would call me back today. I left a message on his phone this morning before I headed out to work. Since our night together, I haven’t heard from him. I’ve moved all my contacts to my new iPhone, and I feel as if I’ve been living in the dark ages as I look at my old phone. I even sent him a text message when he didn’t return my call.
“Hey, Becca. Sorry, did I make you wait?”
I’m sure that I’m at work early. I used the app that I downloaded yesterday using the store’s Wi-Fi to figure out how long it would take me to get from my apartment to work. It calculated that it would take me thirty minutes, but it took twenty-five. Damn! What a difference it makes with a bit of music to walk to work. It’s quite nice, I might do it every day. So, I’m a little early, not much but not enough for her to be looking at me that way.
“Nah, you’re cool. Ryan wants to see you.”
She blows her gum into a bubble and after it pops she points to the office at the back. “Right now. He said the moment you come in.”
I nod and walk past her.
“I’ll hold the fort for now.”
I laugh to myself as she says that, thinking that this week I haven’t had more than two customers at any given day. So there’s not much to hold.
I knock on the door before letting myself in.
“Come in!”
I’m surprised because for the first time ever Ryan’s desk is almost neat. Most of the books and papers are set aside, so there are only two short stacks of books. He’s leaning back in his chair with a cunning smile, and he’s rubbing his rounded belly. I stand by the door because the room’s not that big. At times, I feel claustrophobic when I’m in here, but maybe it's because Ryan’s not behind his desk, he’s on the other side with me. It has been a while since he came in and I have been uncomfortable every time I thought about his request. And I really don’t think it is just because of the fact that I slept with the possible new owner of the store that Ryan had wanted me to investigate.