by Lana Hartley
His hands slide up the small of my back reaching for my hair, fisting a handful of it as he tugs on it. Even the way he tugs on my hair is sexy. Bringing his face up for air, breathing hard, Eric unlocks my legs from around his neck and slides his body up the length of mine. Our eyes lock as his hands take hold of my back, his face slick with cum comes to meet mine. My mouth waters as I crave to taste me off his face. I open my mouth and let my tongue caress his cheek, making sure to savor the taste of my cum as I lick it from his flesh.
Eric slides his mouth to cover mine and runs his tongue across my soft lips, pulling them into his mouth and sucking on them. I slide my tongue into his mouth as I claw at his back, pulling him into me. We fall back on the table, our bodies intertwined together. The sound of our heated lip lock echoes in my ear, and my head is spinning as our tongues dance around each other's mouths.
Eric’s cock presses against my thigh as I grind into him. Sliding my hands down his back, my fingers gently touch his ass and a shiver runs through his body under my touch. I raise my ass off the table so I can grind on his cock harder. I want him, and as I open my eyes to look into Eric’s, I can see he wants me just as bad.
Sliding my hands around the front of Eric’s gorgeous body, my fingers tumble and fondle their way to take hold of his shaft. Using my fingers, I guide him across my pussy lips as I grind against it. The heat from our bodies mesh together like this is very intense. I keep his shaft in my hands, tightening my grip on it and stroking it back to life.
Eric's cock gets harder with every stroke of my fingers and pussy lips against it. I smile to myself as I use that head to part my lips and expose my throbbing clit. Eric keeps me so wet it’s madness.
The beautiful, erotic bliss that we share every time we are together is too hot to give up. I can’t help but give in to him completely, letting him bring that animalistic passion out of me. I take his cock and slide it right inside my pussy, arching my back and pushing me deeper into him. I raise my legs and wrap them around the small of Eric’s back, getting a good grip on him. Using the heels of my feet, I thrust his cock all the way inside me.
“Oh, fuck! Elia!” Eric calls out to me.
The urgency in his voice excites me, making my pussy grip tighter on his shaft. I speed up as he joins in matching my speed, his mouth now buried in my neck, licking and nibbling on it. The touch of his tongue caressing my neck makes me shiver slightly. Eric thrusts his cock deeper, hitting my sweet spot and causing me to loudly moan.
Throwing my head back, I hold onto Eric’s back tightly as I curl my toes. His cock so deep inside me makes me wild with anticipation of the orgasm that I know is on the verge of erupting from me. My pussy muscles tighten around his shaft, milking every drop of pleasure from him as the molten heat takes me over.
I want our juices to explode together, mixing inside me before it rolls out of me from the sheer amount of arousal we get drenched in. I’m yanked out of my erotic thoughts for a hotter reality as my own orgasm explodes. My toes are clenched so tightly it feels like they are going numb, but Eric keeps stroking deep. My juices making their way down the full length of his cock must really get him all worked up. The groans that rumble through Eric's body causes my breasts to vibrate against him. My nipples pressed up against his rock hard chiseled chest send little shockwaves of lust through all my nerve endings. Every inch of me is alive, on fire with the storm that Eric swells within me.
Eric slides me to the edge of the table never missing a stroke with that glorious cock of his. While he lifts me up into the air, I throw my arms around his neck. He moves through the penthouse with his cock securely in my pussy, and I can feel it throbbing. Eric carries me to his bedroom, using his foot to kick the door closed behind him, and my heart races. My juices running down my thigh. Standing in the middle of my room floor we kiss each other deeply, stumbling together toward the dresser. Eric pulls his cock out of my pussy to spin me around to face his dresser. Stretching my hands out, I grip the edges of it as I go up on the tips of my toes. Eric's body is pressed against me, and I watch him take hold of my shoulders as he bends me over to thrust his cock into my pussy.
I bite my lip to stifle the moan that tries to escape from my throat. Eric speeds up, attacking my pussy hard.
We look at each other through the mirror, the sheer look of bliss spreading across his face as he pounds my pussy makes my nipples harder. Looking at them in the mirror, Eric’s fingers slide over my shoulders and down to cover my nipples. I can’t help but gasp as he rolls them between his fingers. “Oh God, that feels so good Eric,” I manage to squeak out in between ragged breaths.
Flashing his lustful smile, he lets his fingers glide down over my stomach, stopping to make rings around my navel. My breath gets caught in my throat as his fingers keep traveling toward their destination. I push back against Eric’s cock as his fingers work their way across my swollen, sensitive lips. He uses the tips of his fingers to part them slightly, exposing my clit. It is so sensitive, just the touch of Eric’s fingers running over it even lightly makes it flutter. My eyes roll back as I push back harder and grind into Eric’s cock with the fury of a madwoman.
The feel of the plush carpet feels amazing as I dig my toes deep. As Eric’s cock begins to explode, I watch him in the mirror as he throws his head back and lets out a loud deep moan. His body shakes and vibrates as his cock explodes. The sheer look of raw lust and hunger spreads across his face, and his fingers feverishly rub my throbbing clit.
It’s too much to hold back as my orgasm pushes against Eric’s, and I tighten my grip on the sides of the dresser. I’m lost in the intensity of our cum mixing together. Eric’s hand slides in between my thighs as I clench them together, feeling the cum running down my legs. I feel it coating my inner thighs, and my legs shake under my body. Eric removes his hand and wraps his arms around my waist, and together we tumble to the soft plush carpet that covers the bedroom floor.
Eric lays flat as I sit on his chest. I spin around with my legs in the air and I am facing his cum-covered cock in a flash. Leaning forward, I wrap my hands around his thick, slick shaft, and I run my tongue across his massive head. The taste of us together on his cock sends a pure euphoric sensation through my body. He reaches his hands out and caresses my ass, parting my cheeks and exposing my hole to him.
Running his fingers across my opening, it makes me shiver as I run my tongue down the full length of his shaft. My tongue tingles as I make my way back up to the head of his cock, and I swallow up the full head, sucking deep and hard. I’m determined to clean every inch of cum we’ve both covered his cock in. I can hear Eric's ragged breaths in reaction. He pushes his fingers into my ass. Twisting and swirling them deeply, my ass puckers around his fingers. I gasp to catch my own breath at the invasion.
I pull his entire cock deep into my throat and slide my tongue slowly over every inch of it. I don’t want to miss a drop of our lovely loads hitting my tongue. Closing my eyes, I get lost in the moment of sucking his cock clean. So much cum covers his cock, and my fingers fall to his balls massaging them. I tighten my suction around his shaft, running my tongue up and down Eric’s enormous length.
His fingers slide out of my ass just to feel him thrust them back inside me even deeper. My gasps vibrate around his cock. Arching my back, I wiggle my ass onto his fingers, my mouth slides off his cock, and I lick the tip of my tongue down to his balls.
I flick his balls with my tongue before I pull them deep into my mouth. My tongue swirls around them as I move my hands to jerk and stroke the full length of his cock.
Leaning forward, Eric runs his hands down to cover mine, and together with our fingers interlocked, we stroke his shaft in slow and even steady strokes. My head rests on Eric’s shoulder as he runs his tongue across my neck. It sends a shudder through my body, and I turn my head to face him. I melt into him as he presses his lips to mine; the touch of his kiss makes everything drift away. Everything that surrounds us seems to be a million miles away.
We stay like this for what seems like forever, lost in our embrace.
Eric
I blink my eyes open to find it’s dark. There’s light coming in from the window with the blinds not fully closed. I wonder what time it is, so I reach out a hand to brush her hair out of her face and grab my phone at the side of the bed. I find myself just staring at her. It’s as if I’m taking in her innocence and absorbing everything about her.
She’s not only beautiful, but intelligent, too. That innocence of hers turned downright wild last night and it was incredible. It was more incredible than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I curl a lock of her hair around my fingers and carefully lean closer to pull her into me. Fuck, she’s got me wrapped around her little finger. Or that’s the way it feels right now. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going at the moment.
I know that I should be going to work soon, or at least get ready. I don’t have any early morning patients, but I do have some mid afternoon appointments and I’ll want to show up before then for any walk-ins. Yet, I’m lying down and the only thing on my mind is Elia. I want to take her again, but both of us have to give it a rest for a least a few hours before we overload our nerves with too many orgasms.
But I can’t sleep. I get up and start walking around the penthouse, finally deciding to head to my gym. Whenever I feel this restless, I get on my treadmill and jog. I train like crazy, not because I’m obsessed with being a fully-pumped meathead, but it’s the best way to get rid of the stress. The eight pack abs, bulging biceps, and rippling muscles are more than welcome, however. I know how much Elia loves to touch, to kiss, to lick them. Fuck, I’ll get hard just thinking about this if I don’t calm down.
Luckily with my own indoor gym, I can afford to just pop in further down the penthouse and be in my own world. I don’t have to worry about bumping into other runners when I can do it in the comfort of my own home.
I grab a pair of shorts. I just need my sneakers and I’m good to go. As soon as I walk into the gym, the lights brighten the space and I turn up some high-tempo music. After a short warm-up with the music pumping loud in the soundproof room, I decide to increase the speed.
I can’t get Elia out of my fucking mind. I thought that being away from the bed would help do that. It’s as if I’m a fucking drug addict and all I see is her face. I think back to our date, when she said that she had plans for the store.
She knows that a real presence is missing in the store. It’s not just about the books. There are book conventions, author signings, and the store has none of that. It needs to do more than just sell books; it needs real authors to come in and have signings or team up with wine stores and do other kinds of promotions. So many fucking ideas, and the more she talked the more I loved to watch her enthusiasm.
The type that Ryan has never shown any interest in doing, if he did then maybe the store wouldn’t be in a mess.
That’s fucking it.
It’s not about buying it, it’s about giving her something that she can make real use of. The store. The one that she’s so passionate about. That’s fucking it!
I’ll give her one present that she’ll never forget. She won’t just be working at the bookstore. She’ll be owning it. That’s an investment in my future, her future...
And if I’m honest, it is an investment in my daughter Rose’s future. Because I know I’m getting serious about Elia.
Elia
The best part of this week is that Ryan’s not here. It means that I can get on with my job hunting. The sooner I don’t have to worry about coming to work and bumping into him, the better.
“What do you think happened to Ryan?” Becca asks as soon as we stop and have a quick coffee break. We’re not stopping from helping all the customers. We’re just taking a break from re-arranging the book displays hoping that someone will stop by and shop. Anyone! Just so that we can sell something for a change.
“I don’t know,” I say, shrugging, because I really don’t care. I’m just glad he’s not here. “Maybe he had other things to do and couldn’t make it?”
“Still, he usually tells us something before disappearing like this. He just left a note. Who does that in this day and age?”
I stop for a minute to look at her, wondering why she’s so damn curious. I am starting to feel really paranoid. I’m not sure who to trust right now, and after recent events with Ryan and how clueless I was about his true intentions, I decide I’ll choose not to trust anyone until proven otherwise. At least until I do know what’s going on with Ryan.
“What could he even be doing?” Becca asks. I don’t know why and I just feel uncomfortable with this whole conversation now.
I bite my lip and think about something else to talk about. I need to stop just sipping my coffee and get to work or make some calls. There’s just one problem. I don’t trust Becca right now, so I prefer not to do it in front of her.
“We could just move that display nearer the front? Everyone’s reading all the erotic books these days.”
“Sure, but they prefer to get them on Kindle because they don’t want people knowing what they’re reading.”
I nod my head thinking that I remember seeing a report about it. “Thing is, with Naughty Angel Publishing getting so big, I think people are really crowding stores to get their titles. We need to give them a display upfront. Have you read Cindersmellya?”
Becca looks at me, confused, and I’m about to explain to her how she’s missing out on an awesome book smut revolution as people collect paperbacks of their favorite book boyfriends...but then Eric walks into the store in a dark blue suit and a silver tie.
I’m glad that Rebecca and I are no longer alone in the store. I can have someone else to talk to, and it won’t involve the whereabouts of Ryan.
And of course i’m thrilled to see Eric. I can’t hide that from you. I don’t want to. I mean you know every move I tried in the bedroom, and dining room, is because I do read the Naughty Angel books. I’m getting my orgasms. Why shouldn’t I be happy to see the man that offers them up so freely.
Now I get that shirt everyone had a few years back. Orgasm Donor. Wonder if Eric’s driver’s license has that on it...
“Hey!” I call out with enthusiasm, moving from behind the counter to greet him without thinking about it. He looks so hot..I wish that my shift was over so that we could go back to his, the place that I’m starting to call my second home lately. We spend more time hanging at his than mine. His penthouse is bigger, and I just love chilling in the open space and not in my small studio apartment. Because he hasn’t had his daughter, it was a good way for me to spend time with him that he says he normally spends with Rose.
“I didn’t expect you to come in today.”
The tight expression on his face melts when I throw my arms around his neck for a quick hug. I pull away in the next second with a flush growing on my face as my mind catches up to what my body is doing. I’m not even hiding there’s something going on between us.
“Hey, back,” he says with a small smile. “I wanted to come and surprise you.”
Then his eyes dart to the open back door. He probably thinks that Ryan has come back from the unexpected trip he claimed that he had to take. He left a note for Becca saying that she’s in charge until he comes back. Ryan was vague about that piece of information, too.
This is only adding to my distrust of Becca, of course.
I touch his arm and pull back. “Ryan hasn’t come back in yet.”
“Good!”
I give him a sheepish look and move away from Becca, who’s watching us like a hawk.
“I’m stepping outside for a bit.” I tell her, not looking at her still.
I tug on Eric’s arm for us to leave, but he’s standing still and telling Becca, “We’re going out to lunch. I’ve got a couple of hours free.”
She mumbles, “It’s a bit early for lunch.”
“Coffee, then.”
“Elia,
” Rebecca’s dark eyes cast over me as she moves closer to us, “I need to go out to the optometrist. You said that you would cover for me, and Dana’s coming in an hour to help you out. So, you can’t really go out now.”
Wow, where did that come from? This is literally the first I’m hearing of any of this.
Just then Eric’s phone rings, and he steps out to take the call. Meanwhile, in a flash, Becca manages to grab her purse and is heading out the door.
What the heck just happened to today!I wait for Eric to come back in, but then he simply kisses me on the cheek.
“It seems that I do need to go back to the office, I have a walk-in. Allergy season scares a lot of parents, probably nothing major,” Eric says with his trademark charming smile that makes me want to melt. “Don’t forget that I’m picking you up for dinner. You finish at seven tonight, right?”
I nod my head.
“Good, I’ll be on time...don’t be late.”
“Sure, see you later, hon,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him but laughing.
Then like that, I’m alone in the store again. This time I don’t have a creepy boss to worry about, or anyone working with me. There’s only one thing to do, start writing applications for a new job.
***
Seven on the dot, Eric’s at the bookstore to pick me up. Dana didn’t arrive to take over from Becca, and when I called her to find out if she was on her way, she said that she’s not due in until tomorrow, which means that Becca lied, which makes no sense. I don’t get why she would lie about a thing like that. I was going to talk to Eric about this whole weirdness at work in the restaurant, but I don’t think that I can wait that long to vent to someone. I feel like I’m losing my mind or something.
“You know the weird thing?”“What?” he says as he takes a corner. I don’t even ask what restaurant we’re going to. I just can’t get over the way Becca was acting and then I think about a couple of girls yesterday. They were doing the same thing. It feels as if everyone’s in the know about our relationship or something, and they don’t want to talk to me about it.