Taming Eric

by J. a Melville

  When Natasha collapsed on his chest, spent, Eric groaned. Fuck he needed to come so badly and she didn’t seem like she was up to anything more right now as she curled over his chest, her hot breath fanning his chest.

  Still, he lay there, the torture of being buried deep in her hot wet core and not being able to come was killing him but he lay quietly for her sake, congratulating himself silently for being such a fucking saint about it all.

  Finally she must have realised he was still like a damned steel rod inside her and Natasha wiggled her hips dragging a long moan from him. Fuck this he thought and wrapped an arm around her body, rolling quickly until the tables were turned and she lay beneath him.

  He pulled back enough to drag her legs onto his shoulders, wedging a pillow under her hips and then started slamming into her, over and over again, rutting like a crazed animal as he desperately sought his own release.

  Natasha met every violent smash of his body against hers with an answering thrust and it didn’t take long before amazingly, he heard her scream, her pussy squeezing him, clamping him like a warm wet vice which proved to be his undoing.

  Harder he drove into her, the juices from her dripping entrance adding a wet slapping sound in the room as their bodies crashed into one another. God, she was so wet, everything was so wet. He could tell his balls were dripping, even his stomach was wet, seriously wet.

  With one final hard thrust, Eric exploded. Hot spurts of cum pumping out of his cock and he groaned with every spurt, the pleasure so intense he thought his head was going to blow apart. He collapsed over Natasha’s body, his heart pounding so hard, he wondered if he might have a fucking heart attack and he was beginning to think his PA should come with a health warning.

  As he struggled to calm his heart rate he felt Natasha pushing gently against his shoulder. “Eric.”

  Figuring he must be too heavy on her, he rolled to her side, ripped the condom off and threw it in the bin. Fuck but he was wet, everything was soaked, literally dripping wet. He grinned, feeling a burst of masculine pride. He’d made his girl squirt and she’d done so in a spectacular fashion too going by how wet he was, she was, even the damned bed. Another part of his brain jumped on him for thinking of her as ‘his girl.’ He had to stop thinking things like that. She wasn’t his girl and despite how amazing the sex was, like seriously fucking good, he didn’t want to feel anything for her beyond having his brain near fried every time he blew his load. It was frightening to consider Natasha as anything more than a good fuck for the week.

  He was dragged from his thoughts by her frequent wiggling alongside of him. “Stop moving.” He put his hand on her hip to try and hold her still.

  “Eric, I want to move over, the… the bed’s wet.” Embarrassment tinged Natasha’s voice.

  Suddenly realisation dawned on him. She wouldn’t know what had just happened. How amazing she fucking was. Well, he guessed she wouldn’t, but he could have a little fun with her finding out. “That’s from you.” He told her, watching as she blushed, her whole face red and she was reluctant to meet his eyes. “What’s wrong Natasha?”

  “I know it is Eric, I think I wet myself.”

  He cupped her cheek, she really didn’t know what had happened. “Oh sweetheart. You don’t know what just happened, do you?” He asked her.

  Confusion clouded her eyes. “What do you mean?”

  “Baby you did something amazing. You squirted. Some women can do what they call female ejaculation and that’s what just happened.” He dropped a soft kiss on her lips. “It was so bloody sexy sweetheart. Don’t ever be embarrassed for being turned on.”

  He watched Natasha visibly relax at his words but she still wriggled as if uncomfortable. “Can we move over though? I’m lying in a wet patch.”

  At her words Eric burst out laughing before sliding over further on the huge bed, dragging her along with him. He held her in his arms, enjoying the feel of her warm body against his. “What do you want to do now?” He asked her and grinned when she yawned. “You want to sleep baby?” He kissed her. “Ok sleep for a while. I’m wearing you out but you shouldn’t be so damned sexy.” He told her, his hand coming up to smooth over her hair, rubbing his hand over it gently until he felt her body relax, her breathing even out and he knew she was asleep.

  CHAPTER 4

  While Natasha slept Eric spent time on his laptop checking emails and replying to them. Carmichael who ran his UK office was concerned about a company they were in the process of negotiating to buy. Seems there were some complications arising but he trusted that Carmichael would take care of it.

  By the time he finished, the sun was starting to set and still Natasha slept. Damn, but he must have really worn her out. Maybe it was too much? Perhaps she needed a night without him making love to her? Of course that was the number one problem. He wasn’t sure he could keep his hands off her but then he didn’t see her complaining much.

  He finally crept into the bedroom to see if she was stirring and found her stretching with a smile on her face. Instantly his cock leapt to attention and he cursed his weakness when it came to her. Curiosity peaked though as to what had her looking quite smug and content with that Mona Lisa smile on her face. Hopefully it was him she was thinking about? Immediately he jumped all over that voice in his head that said that. Fuck it, it didn’t matter if it was him she was thinking about, at the end of this week their time together would be over. He just had to keep reminding his cock and that little voice in his head of that fact.

  “What are you smiling about?” He finally asked.

  Natasha jumped and he watched colour flood her face. Well, whatever it was, he suspected they were naughty thoughts given how deep a shade of red her face was. She hadn’t answered him, just lay there with her eyes moving over him and he willed his body not to respond. “So what exactly is going through that pretty head of yours?”

  “I was just thinking about us.” Her reply was shy, a little coy.

  That got Eric’s cock standing to attention despite him trying to keep the damned thing under control. He crawled his way along the bed, desire burning in his eyes. He straddled Natasha’s body, pinning her down. “Oh and what might those thoughts have been?” He asked, hearing the note of arousal in his voice. Damn but was this attraction between them ever going to wane?

  He dropped a kiss on her parted lips and she started wiggling under him, trying to get free which only excited him more. When she groaned and kissed him back, he knew she’d felt his erection pressing against her and he ground himself into her although with her under the sheet and him in jeans, there wasn’t much he could do but dry hump her anyway.

  Natasha started wiggling again and he groaned softly. Dammit but he wanted her again, so fucking much. “Keep still woman. I was checking to see if you were awake, to see if you wanted to go down to the restaurant for dinner. I didn’t intend for this to happen.” He pressed his hard cock against her.

  She tilted her hips as much as she could under the weight of him and Eric saw that she was turned on. Fuck, fuck, fuck this woman was going to be the death of him. He might have just managed to keep it together if she hadn’t then looked up at him and whispered. “Please Eric, I need you first.”

  Bloody hell, how could a man ignore a request like that? He was keen and going by how uncomfortably hard his cock was, it was happy to get some action that was for sure.

  He lowered his head again, closing his mouth over hers, coaxing her lips apart until he could slip his tongue in to tangle with hers. He began to thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, mimicking the action of his hips as he pressed his erection against her.

  Natasha tore her lips away from his. “Please.” She gasped and started tearing at the waistband of his jeans, fumbling with the button until she finally got it open, carefully slid his fly down and reached inside to curl her hand around him.

  Fuck but her hand on him
nearly brought him undone. What was it with her that drove him so insane? He’d never had issues with controlling himself before and yet one touch from her and he was almost coming in his jeans. Unable to stop his reaction he thrust against her hand before suddenly rearing back and hastily drag his jeans down his hips, over his thighs and once he had them at his feet, he kicked them off, not caring that he probably looked like a crazy man thrashing around desperate to remove all barriers between him and Natasha’s warm inviting body.

  He reached over her to grab a condom out of the drawer thinking it was just as well he’d bought a big box of the damned things because he was going through them at an impressive rate so far. Hastily he rolled it down his cock before bending to kiss her again, thrusting his tongue in her mouth and almost devouring her in his eagerness.

  Natasha’s arms circled his waist and she pulled him down until he lay on top of her and her legs parted so he could settle between her thighs. The end of his cock teased her pussy, feeling how wet she was, her juices coating him. He so badly just wanted to thrust hard into her, but he had to make an effort to live up to his reputation as a wonderful lover and take the time to turn her on properly first, although his whole body was screaming at him to give in to his basic animal urges and bury his shaft in her as deep as he could.

  He reached out cupping one breast, flicking his thumb over her nipple until it had hardened. While he caressed her breast, he bent his head to kiss her, then slowly moved his hand down her body, pressing his fingers against her clit before moving on to slide two fingers into her hot, wet heat.

  Natasha gasped against his lips, her hips moving restlessly. Her body arched up against his hand and her voice held a note of urgency. “Now Eric, please, I need you inside me now.”

  Damn, he nearly lost it completely at her huskily spoken words and his cock jerked, obviously all for giving her what she wanted. Still, he made the effort to think with his bigger head and started sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy.

  “Eric please.” She groaned and the sweet sound of her voice begging made his cock jerk hard in response. Obviously Natasha needed more and hell, he wasn’t going to argue with her. He pulled his fingers out of her dripping hole and pushed the head of his penis against her entrance, pausing there for a moment before thrusting hard, burying himself deep inside her.

  There was no steady pace set this time, his need was too urgent and thankfully so was Natasha’s. He began to slam into her, his head buried in her neck, his breathing harsh. He could feel sweat breaking out all over his body as he drove into her as hard as he could, totally out of control.

  He gritted his teeth trying to hold back his need to come. He could feel Natasha’s hands moving over his back, before cupping his buttocks urging him to move faster. He lunged hard, slamming into her the friction of their bodies moving her up the mattress slightly with every thrust.

  Her nails scored his back and he pounded into her even harder, his breathing rasping heavily, his heart thumping so hard it felt like it was going to break free from his chest. “Come on baby.” He urged, desperate for her to orgasm before he blew his load. “Please Natasha I need you to come for me.”

  When he felt her feminine muscles begin to clamp down around him he groaned with relief which grew louder and more tortured sounding as she came, screaming his name. He felt her nails rip across his buttocks, tearing at his skin and his groan became a grunt of pain. Feeling her juices flood his cock almost made him weep and it was enough to push him over the edge.

  His cock swelled as he came spectacularly, spurting his seed deep into her. He thrust a couple more times before collapsing on top of her, struggling to draw air into his tortured lungs. Bloody hell but she was going to fucking kill him. To think he worked out at the gym several nights a week to stay in shape when all he had to do was fuck Natasha. He got a hell of a more intense work out making love to her than he ever got at the gym doing weights and sit ups.

  Finally his heart slowed down to normal and he lifted his head to look down at her. Her hair was tangled, her cheeks flushed and her lips looked a little swollen from him kissing her senseless. There was a very contented, satisfied smile on her face which made him want to puff out his chest with pride at being the one responsible for the look on her face. “Why you look like you’ve been well and truly fucked Miss Barrington.” He grinned at her before dropping a hard kiss on her lips and lifting himself off her to discard the condom into the bin by the bed.

  He lay back down, rolling onto his side to trail his fingers over Natasha’s soft skin. He could never get enough of touching her. “How the hell did we go so long before doing this? You’ve worked for me for almost a year and nothing. If I’d known it was going to be like this, I’d have asked you to come away with me months ago. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. One look, one touch and it’s like throwing a lit match into a fuel can. We just go off with a bang.” He grinned at her. Well, he wasn’t sure if saying they went off with a bang was a fitting description of what it was like between them, but there sure has been a lot of banging going on and he couldn’t help but groan to himself over such a lame joke.

  When Natasha reached out to touch his face before trailing her fingers down the front of him until she could touch his cock, he grabbed her hand before she woke up that part of his body that was finally sleeping. He knew it wouldn’t take much and he’d be hard again if he let her loose. “Oh no you don’t baby. I think you need a break or you’re going to get sore and much as I love being inside you and a part of me even likes the idea of you being sore because I’ve been inside you over and over again I think Miss Insatiable that you should curb that appetite and concentrate on your other appetite. That’s what I actually intended asking you before you took advantage of me, was whether you wanted to dine in the hotel’s restaurant tonight or order in and eat in our suite?” Eric dropped a kiss on her lips. “If you keep taking advantage of me, I’m going to need food to sustain me woman or you’re going to kill me at this rate.”

  She punched him lightly on his arm. “I’ve taken advantage of you? You need food? I seem to remember someone dragging me out of the restaurant without food last night Mr. You call me insatiable but I didn’t hear you complaining.”

  Eric grinned at her comeback. “Well, how can I resist.” He said. Still she had a point. Neither of them were particularly good at keeping their hands off one another. Natasha was every man’s dream but then he didn’t know if she would be like this with any man or whether it was just him. He didn’t like the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach when he thought about her in the arms of another man either.

  Unable to control his hand, but then that shouldn’t surprise him, he had trouble controlling any of his body around her, he reached out and cupped her breast, watching as her nipple hardened under his thumb.

  “Oh no YOU don’t.” She warned him. “If we’re going to prove to the hotel staff that we’re still alive, no more of that now.” She removed his hand from her breast, smiling at him. “I’m going for a shower.” Eric watched as she swung her legs to the floor but was still sitting on the bed. She glanced back at him noticing that her words had brought him and his cock to attention.

  What he was thinking must have shown in his eyes besides the blatantly obvious reaction from his body because she shook her head at him. “Oh no, alone this time or we’ll never get out of here and I’m starving.”

  Eric’s eyes followed her as she walked gracefully to the bathroom to have her shower, closing the door behind her.

  While Natasha was gone he closed his eyes for a moment, but all the hot sex and lack of sleep must have taken its toll on him too because he nodded off.

  He was woken suddenly by a wet towel smacking him in the head. “Damn.” The shock caused him to sit up quickly and he heard laughing. When he looked over at Natasha she was standing watching him obviously finding his reaction very amusing.

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bsp; With a growl he leapt off the bed seeing her facial expression change and she turned, breaking into a run as she tried to get back to the bathroom. Eric took off after her, catching her easily before sweeping her up and over his shoulder while she squealed and hit him with her fists, as he headed for the bed. He threw her down, watching as she bounced on the mattress, arms and legs going in all directions, giving him a tempting view under her robe and instantly he was rock hard again.

  Dropping onto the bed, he straddled her body, pinning her down so he could kiss her, a hard, punishing kiss, paying her back for throwing her wet towel at him.

  “Eric no.” She pushed at his shoulders. “I want to eat—food.” His eyes lit up.

  “Oh don’t worry sweetheart. I’m not going to make love to you now but I am going to make sure everyone knows you’re mine. I’m going to brand you for everyone to see.” He nibbled along her neck before sucking her soft skin into his mouth. Once he was satisfied he’d given her the hickey he intended, ignoring the voice in his head that asked him exactly how old he was to be doing something like that, he smiled when he saw her skin was already bruising from his mouth.

  He climbed off the bed. “Guess I’d better go shower now.” He said heading for the bathroom and tossed over his shoulder where Natasha lay, her fingers touching her neck. “Oh and dress up baby.”

  He took his time under the warm spray grinning to himself when he pictured her face once she saw what he’d done. His cock must have been impressed too because the damned thing was still hard and he cursed how he had absolutely no control over the bloody thing when he was around his PA. He curled his hand around his steely shaft and decided he might as well ease the pressure before they went out to dinner and began to work his cock in and out of his hand, his mind filled with images of Natasha, every inch of her sexy body and her face when she came. It didn’t take long and he bit down to muffle his groan when he spurted hot cum over the tiles of the shower, watching as the water from the twin sprays washed the evidence of what he’d done down the drain. He felt slightly uncomfortable that he’d just jerked off when a gorgeous, very willing woman was in the other room, well, he hoped she was still willing. After giving her a hickey, she might be plotting his death about now. Still whatever the outcome, at least he should be able to make it through dinner without the overwhelming urge to jump her bones, hopefully.