Taming Eric

by J. a Melville

  She didn’t waste time and quickly straddled him, grasping hold of his engorged cock and lowered herself on it until his entire shaft was buried deep inside her. They both let out sighs of relief although Eric wasn’t feeling that relieved. He needed to come and he needed to come soon because the pressure building up in his body was becoming painful. It always did with her, it always came too quickly, his need to find his release.

  Natasha braced her palms on his chest and began to raise and lower herself, but not enough for him. Desperately he thrust up, grabbing her hips as he rammed deep inside her. He watched his cock sliding in and out of her, seeing how wet her pussy was making his shaft and he groaned to himself. Fuck but it was such a turn on to watch it.

  His control snapped and he began to thrust up hard as she dropped down on him, the room filling with the sound of their bodies slapping together. He ground his teeth as the need to come became more urgent and a wave of heat sufficed his body. Fuck, but he couldn’t hold on much longer.

  “Oh fuck baby, I’m gonna come, hurry, come with me.” He groaned, thrusting harder into her. “Fuck Natasha.” He cried out, bucking uncontrollably before he felt his climax erupt from him. Warm cum bursting from him in what felt like endless pulsating waves. He closed his eyes as the room dimmed around him and his heart pounded hard in his chest, his breath rasping harshly in his throat.

  Still he continued to thrust while he moved a hand to her clit, brushing it over and over again until finally he heard her cry out, her muscles tightening around him in waves as she reached her own orgasm.

  She collapsed on his chest and they both lay there for a while, the room filled with their heavy breathing, their bodies trembling through the aftershocks of their release.

  When they could finally breathe without every breath rasping from them, Natasha began to trace lazy circles around his nipples and Eric’s semi softened, wayward cock started to harden again.

  Her eyes lifted to his, shock in her expression. “Surely you can’t be serious?” Which made him grin.

  “What do you think?” He asked, tilting his hips until he’d pressed his not fully hard cock back into her. “Still, first things first.” Reluctantly he lifted her off him and reached down to remove the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the bin.

  Natasha’s eyes followed his movements. “When did you get that?” She asked, indicating the condom.

  “While you were sleeping. A man can be hopeful can’t he? I wanted to be prepared in case I got lucky.” He joked but the truth was, he felt weak and vulnerable around her and he could no longer trust himself not to forget a condom again. She turned him into an out of control horny teenager again and his sexual history had always included condoms. He’d never forgotten them, he’d never been so out of control he’d forgotten them, but Natasha was different, she robbed him of all self control and made him careless, forgetful. She robbed him of the ability to think sensibly, to use his head, instead he was ruled by his small head when he was around her.

  He reached under his pillow and pulled out yet another condom, tore it from its wrapper and rolled in down his cock which was hard again. Fuck if he knew how it was. He’d never had this much sex in just a few days. He’d never had sex almost immediately after having just had sex. He had better stamina than he realised but it wasn’t just that, Natasha turned him on like no other woman ever had.

  He reached over and hauled her back on top of him and positioned her dripping pussy over the head of his cock, before pulling her down onto him as he thrust up. Eric pushed up on his elbows touching his lips to Natasha’s until hers parted and he could slip his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met his, caressing him before she curled hers around his and he groaned, falling back on the bed. She came down with him, their lips not breaking contact with one another and he lifted a hand, tangling it in her long curls, holding her to him, kissing her like a desperate man.

  Eric was still buried deep inside her, but neither of them moved as their lips stayed locked together. His heart pounded in unison with Natasha’s and with each beat of his heart his cock jerked inside her which caused her to tighten her wet pussy around him. Even with neither of them moving, he realised that the steady rhythmic pulsing of her internal muscles around his hard shaft would almost be enough to bring him undone.

  Finally he dragged his lips away from hers, his breathing ragged. “Fuck baby, that feels so good, you could make me come from doing that. Those muscles of yours are like a vice, you’re so tight, but I want to watch you come too baby.”

  He reached under the pillow and brought out the little pink egg again. Eric wasn’t sure how she’d react to the sight of it again, but when he felt her muscles close tightly around him, which dragged a moan from his lips, he was guessing she was ok with the return of the egg.

  Turning it on, he touched it to her thigh, slowly moving it up to where their bodies were still intimately joined. When he finally touched it against her clit, she jumped and even he twitched when he felt the vibration of the egg through his cock.

  “Eric, it’s too much.” She whimpered, writhing around on his penis. He ignored her, continuing to circle her clit with the egg. “Oh god. Eric, please, I can’t take it… I… I’m going to come, I can’t control it.” She panted, her body trembling and bucking wildly as she still sat impaled on his cock.

  He touched the egg to her clit one more time and she screamed, her head thrown back as she came a part, her hair brushing his thighs. Fuck she was beautiful to watch when she was being overcome with her orgasm. It was almost enough to make him come just watching her.

  She braced herself on his chest as she struggled to get her breathing back under control and Eric watched her, his desire for her consuming him. God she was so sexy, so fucking responsive, he could watch her all day but not now. Now he needed her to make him come.

  He touched a hand to her cheek. “Fuck that was amazing baby, you’re fucking amazing. That was so hot you almost made me come but now I want you to make me come.”

  Eric felt her tighten around him and he groaned. “Oh fuck Natasha, that feels so good.” His eyes closed as he fought for control. Suddenly he bucked wildly, nearly throwing her off him when he felt the strong vibration of the egg go straight through his cock. Damn, but she’d put it to the base of his cock and turned it on. It was too much, too intense. “Fuck. Don’t… do… that… again!” He growled, grabbing the egg and tossing it across the room.

  Natasha pouted. “Oh, so it was ok to use it on me, but I can’t use it on you?”

  “No you bloody well can’t and I bought it for you, not me.” He snapped and thrust up hard, slamming into her cervix, which dragged a shocked gasp from her. Deciding he’d had enough of the slow torment of being buried in her hot sexy body and not doing anything, he rolled over, holding her close to him until their positions were reversed and she lay under him.

  He didn’t bother with anymore slow and steady love making. He’d brought Natasha to orgasm and he just wanted to fuck her now, fuck her until the desperate need clawing at his gut was relieved.

  Like a man possessed he drove into her over and over again and he felt Natasha’s legs come around his hips, her hands clutching his arms as she hung on through his furious pounding. Sweat began to pour off him, dripping from his face onto her, but he didn’t slow down, thrusting harder and harder, working them up the bed with the force of his driving hips. He could feel his climax building rapidly and Natasha dug her heels into his clenching buttocks like she was egging him on to go faster.

  Fuck, he was going to blow. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, his teeth gritted, his breath hissing out between his clenched teeth and with a couple more slams into her, Eric exploded. As he pumped his release deep inside her, he groaned, his hips jerking as he thrust a few more times until he emptied himself completely.

  With another groan, he collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding so hard,
he could feel it slamming against his ribs. Fuck, he was getting too old for this. Well, he wasn’t that old, 31 wasn’t that old, but with the amount of sex he was having, he wasn’t sure he’d make it to 32, but fuck, if he didn’t, what a hell of a fucking way to go.

  He rolled off Natasha and fell onto his back, still gasping for air. He threw one arm over his face while he struggled with his breathing. Finally he peered at her from under his arm. “Fuck me woman, you’re going to kill me.”

  She just gave him her Mona Lisa smile and dropped a kiss on his cheek. “I need to go to the bathroom.” She said, climbing off the bed. “I’m having a shower too. Alone.” Eric felt his heart leap. “I think you’ve done enough for one morning.”

  Eric couldn’t help himself, he wiggled his eyebrows at her and tried for his sexiest smoulder. “Baby, I can never do you enough.”

  “Oh shut up.” She scolded, throwing her pillow at him but Eric raised a hand to bat it away before it could hit him. As he watched her walk naked towards the bathroom, he whistled at her and when she got to the bathroom doorway she turned back towards him, smiled, blew a raspberry and stuck a finger up at him.

  Eric couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing, as she closed the bathroom door. Fuck but she was so damned adorable when she was like this and he loved her so much. For now it was easy to pretend that they were together, a real couple. He didn’t want to think about the fact that each passing hour meant less time left with her.

  He rolled over feeling suddenly exhausted and he figured he’d just close his eyes for a moment, or at least until Natasha had her shower, but he must have been more tired than he realised because within minutes sleep had claimed him.

  CHAPTER 8

  Eric woke to the gentle touch of Natasha’s hand on his arm. He blinked a few times to try and clear the fog from his brain and found himself staring into her gorgeous blue green eyes as she sat on the bed leaning over him.

  Finally he woke enough to really see her. She was dressed in a swimsuit and a sarong over the top. What the fuck? “Why are you dressed like that?” Had he missed something? Damn fatigue had got the better of him. Too much sex, not enough sleep obviously.

  A slightly defiant look appeared in her eyes. “I’m going to the hotel’s pool for a swim. I need to get out and get some exercise Eric. I can’t stay in here like a prisoner every day.”

  A prisoner? Was that how she felt? Spending time in the hotel made her feel like a prisoner? That was enough to fully wake him. He sat up, resting his back against the headboard of the bed.

  “Is that how you feel staying with me? Like a prisoner?” God but he hoped not and he wasn’t liking the pain settling in his heart over the thought that Natasha might be feeling trapped and ready to escape just a few short days into their week away.

  “No, but I’m not used to being inside all day and night as I am here. I had fun yesterday, going out, shopping, going to the beach. I know we can’t go anywhere together, but I can go for a swim in the hotel’s pool, get some exercise. I need that.”

  “I think you’ve been getting plenty of exercise.” He grinned at her. “Much more of all the exercise we’ve been getting and there’ll be nothing left of us.” Before he could control himself, his mouth opened and the words spilled out. “Would you like to do something together?” As soon as the question left his lips, he realised that he did want to do something with her. To hell with the risk of possibly been seen together.

  “Does it involve leaving the bed, leaving this room?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

  “Of course. Believe it or not baby I am capable of getting out of this bed and leaving the room.” Ok, it was tempting to spend the entire week in bed, but it could be nice to get out of the suite for a while at least.

  “Do you have anything in mind? You would risk us been seen in public together?” He could see the doubt in her face. He knew what he’d told her, their week together had to be kept a secret but the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to not only bend his own rule, but blast that sucker right out of the water.

  “Of course, unless you don’t wish to risk being seen with me.” Suddenly he wondered if that was the case and he felt a rush of all his old insecurities flood him.

  “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I’d be happy to go out with you, but where are we going?”

  Eric felt overwhelming relief at her words. She was happy to go out in public with him. Still, the fact that he had felt momentarily sick at the possibility that Natasha didn’t want to be seen with him, sent a shiver of fear up his spine. He was making himself way too vulnerable to her and as his feelings grew, so did his almost blinding fear. He didn’t want to feel so raw, so exposed because it could only end one way for him and that was him having his heart torn from his chest. He wasn’t sure he could handle anything like that again. He’d been hurt so many times as a child, felt so rejected, so unloved and every moment of pain, felt like a part of his heart had been cut away. Fuck how had he allowed this to happen? The sensible thing to do would be to call the rest of the week off, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t push her out of his life. Fuck this was all such a mess. He was in love with her and no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t stop the way he felt. Looking up into her gorgeous face sure as hell wasn’t helping either. She looked so beautiful and if she wasn’t so damned sweet and trusting then maybe he wouldn’t have lowered his defences around her enough to let her into his heart.

  “What would you like to do?” Eric suddenly realised he’d been staring into her eyes a long time without answering her. “You choose. I’m happy to go along with whatever you’d like to do baby.”

  “Well, since I’m dressed for swimming, can we go to the beach? I never got to swim yesterday since I didn’t have my costume. It was kind of a spur of the moment decision to go to Bondi.”

  Eric watched her face light up with excitement and although he wasn’t a huge fan of the beach, looking into her gorgeous features, he could deny her nothing.

  “If that’s what you want to do, then yes we can but give me 10 minutes to get ready.” He climbed off the bed and stretched the kinks out of his muscles. “I won’t be long.” He said over his shoulder as he headed for the bathroom.

  Eric showered quickly, brushed his teeth and got dressed in one of the hotel robes until he could figure out what he was going to wear. He hadn’t exactly packed with the beach in mind. Lucky he had swimmers with him because he’d considered swimming in the hotel’s pool too and had come prepared for that but somehow Natasha’s body kept distracting him and the only thing he’d wanted to dip into, was her.

  He grabbed a towel and his wallet before heading out to the woman who had turned his life completely upside down. She was standing by the floor to ceiling windows in the living room, gazing out at the views as he approached her.

  She didn’t turn towards him, but Eric knew the moment she was aware of him. They had that kind of connection, their bodies so in tune with one another. He slipped his arms around her and dropped a kiss on her neck.

  Natasha turned to face him and he released her, watching as her eyes moved up and down the length of him. Of course she looked stunning in her swimsuit and sarong. He couldn’t see exactly what she was wearing but it wouldn’t matter with her. She’d be beautiful in a hessian bag.

  “You’re going like that are you?” Her voice broke through his thoughts and he focused on her again.

  “Well apart from the fact that I don’t think Bondi Beach is a nudist beach, chances are the hotel won’t appreciate me heading out the door wearing one of their robes.” He grinned at her. “I’ll go and get changed then we can go.” He dropped a kiss on her head and headed back to the bedroom.

  Given a day at the beach hadn’t been factored into his week when Eric was packing to come away with Natasha, he finally had to settle on his old worn blue jeans and a black t-shirt with thongs. It was the most c
asual he could do, but at least he could go swimming since he had his swimmers on under his jeans.

  He walked back out to Natasha and she eyed off what he was wearing. Damn but why did he worry so much about getting her approval?

  “You’re not going to swim?”

  “I’m already wearing my swimmers under my jeans.” He told her. “So are you ready, I can call the limo?”

  He watched her mouth fall open. “Are you serious? You can’t take the bloody limo Eric. If you want to get around out there without drawing attention to yourself, the damned limo is going to draw the attention of every person at the beach. Trust me, no one goes to the beach in a limo. We either get a taxi, take public transport or I’ll drive us in my car at least.”

  No fucking way Eric thought to himself. He didn’t travel anywhere by public transport anymore. He’d had too much shit happen to him as a kid on bloody public transport. “I’m not going by public transport. I don’t do public transport.” His expression set in a stubborn hard line. Natasha looked at him and snorted. “What was that snort for?” He asked. Damn, but she snorted at him?

  “Could you sound any more pompous Eric? I would have thought you’d be used to public transport given your upbringing.”

  “That’s why I won’t do public transport anymore Natasha, because of my upbringing. Where we lived was rough, the other kids were rough, I was small for my age, I got attacked sometimes on the bus and there is no way in hell you will ever get me on a fucking bus again, so judge me if you damned well please, I’m not going by public transport.” Eric snapped. He hated having to admit that to her. He had been small and the other kids had made his life more hell than it already was.

  Natasha’s expression softened and he hoped like hell she wasn’t feeling sorry for him because he didn’t want her damned pity. “I’m sorry Eric. I wasn’t trying to make you take the bus. I had no idea it is something you associate with bad memories, but I do have to say.” She paused, smiling up at him. “You say you were small for your age? Well you sure made up for that one didn’t you?”