Taming Eric

by J. a Melville

  She continued to shoot daggers at him from those stunning eyes of hers for a few moments more, but something about his expression or perhaps she was remembering last night for herself made her drop her eyes and simply say. “Oh.”

  Eric wondered what was going through her mind when she lay still, not saying anything. She wasn’t making any effort to move away from him which was a step in the right direction despite his morning erection pressed up against the curve of her buttocks. He knew he should pull away but he was enjoying the closeness of holding her in his arms too much to move.

  She wiggled that gorgeous ass against him and he groaned, digging his fingers into her hip to keep her still. If this was part of her payback plan for him, she was going to either push him too far and suffer the consequences or she was going to send him crazy with desire. “Baby, if you don’t want me flipping you over and sinking this.” He thrust gently against her. “Deep inside you, then do us both a favour and keep still.”

  For a moment he thought he’d freaked her out when she froze in his arms. She lay like that completely still for so long he wasn’t sure if she was too scared to move or whether she was secretly plotting his death or something.

  The next words out of her mouth shocked the hell out of him and he wasn’t the type to shock easily. Of course not only was he shocked but he was instantly, painfully even more aroused. His cock so hard he could have hammered nails in with the damned thing.

  “I have a proposition for you Eric. If we make love now, can you accept that this is not an invitation for you to think we can always have sex? This is a one time deal.” She warned him.

  He groaned, torn. Sure he wanted to have sex. He was a man for fuck sakes. Was there ever a man who said no to sex? He hesitated though based on the rest of what she’d said. A one time deal. Could he do as she said and only have sex one time and not make further demands on her? Was it worth it to get gratification now and face the reality of that being the only gratification he was going to get from her? Plus did she mean no sex ever again or until he’d proven to her he wasn’t just passing through in her life? As much as it pained him to pull away from her, he wasn’t sure he could do as she asked. He knew one moment with Natasha would only make him want more. Once with her was never going to be enough.

  “We don’t have to have sex now baby. I told you I want to prove to you that I’m here for you and our baby. It’s not just about me getting my rocks off whenever the opportunity arises and then I move on in a couple of months like you seem to think I will.”

  To try and prove his point he pulled away from her, putting some space between their bodies. Instantly he craved to be close to her again, but he ignored the demands of his body.

  Natasha rolled over onto her back to look at him. “Well, if you don’t want me Eric, that’s fine. I’ll just have to take care of things myself.”

  Eric frowned at her words. Surely she wasn’t talking about what he thought she was talking about? “What do you mean by that?”

  He watched as she threw back the blankets exposing her near naked body to his gaze. She cupped her breasts, pulling on her nipples until they were hard before moving her hands down over her stomach, one hand pulling her thong out of the way while the other one began to circle her clit. Oh fucking hell! He was screwed. His cock jerked, standing long and hard as his eyes followed the movements of her fingers. Desire rushed through his body and he closed his eyes struggling against the urges surging through him and fighting his brain which was telling him not to touch her.

  “Fuck you baby, you don’t play fair.” He growled before his arousal won over trying to be noble and he pushed her hand aside, plunging two fingers deep inside her. Fuck but she was wet, so fucking wet. He used her juices to coat her clit and began to circle it, rubbing his thumb over it while sliding his fingers in and out of her.

  Natasha’s hips began to lift in time to the movements of his fingers in her pussy and she gasped when he pressed his thumb against her hard swollen nub.

  “You win.” He whispered, rolling over until he had her pinned under him and with one hand holding her thong out of the way, he lunged, thrusting deep into her. “You’re a cruel woman.” He said before touching his lips to hers, deepening the kiss until her lips parted and his tongue could slip inside. As their lips nibbled and caressed one another, Eric sighed into her mouth, the pleasure of being able to taste her and the feel of having his cock buried in her warmth when he’d doubted he’d ever see her again let alone be where he was now almost blowing his mind.

  Slowly he began to thrust into her and he felt her legs come up to circle his hips. He moved at a steady unhurried pace, feeling his excitement growing and desperately wanted to drive into her harder but fear of hurting her held him back.

  Natasha’s nails dug into his hips and he could tell she wanted him to move faster. He decided he’d hand her the control and wrapped his arms around her, rolling over until he was on his back and she was on top, his cock still buried in her.

  She didn’t hesitate, rising and lowering herself on him, grinding down hard and Eric clenched his teeth together as his excitement grew. When she leaned back, her hands on his thighs, eyes closed and began to bounce up and down on him, her breasts jiggling he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

  He slipped a couple of fingers between their bodies, rubbing her clit and with a loud cry she came apart, her muscles clenching and clamping in waves around his cock. She collapsed on his chest, not moving and he groaned, desperate for his own release.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he flipped her again until she was under him and with all control lost, he pounded into her, his lips against her neck, his breath rasping between his parted lips. He could feel her closing tightly around him again which was almost enough to push him over the edge and he slammed into her a few more times until his body went rigid, before he began to pump into her, his cock twitching and jerking with every spurt of his release into her. He felt her rippling around him as she cried out, another orgasm taking her over and as she squeezed along the length of his cock, she milked him until he was spent.

  He collapsed on her, his breathing harsh, his body trembling as he felt Natasha tracing patterns with her fingers over his sweat dampened back. They lay like that for several minutes, neither in a hurry to move, although he did worry that he was crushing her.

  Suddenly she went rigid under him and began to push at his shoulders. “Eric, let me up.” Her voice held a note of urgency.

  “Mmmmm.” He murmured, trying to make his body respond, but he couldn’t move.

  “Eric, please, let me up.” She pushed harder against his shoulders.

  Finally she got through to him and he raised his head at the tone in her voice. “What is it baby?”

  “Eric, I’m serious, get the fuck off me NOW!” She yelled and he pulled back until he was kneeling between her thighs, staring at her in confusion over the sudden change in her mood.

  “What the hell Natasha. What game are you playing now?” He snapped, angry because he didn’t like that she was playing games with him immediately after they’d just made love. Well, it had been great for him and he thought it was great for her too, she’d come twice but suddenly she was snapping and snarling at him like some sort of caged animal.

  She didn’t answer him, just shoved him to one side and scrambled off the bed, running into the ensuite. He heard the sounds of her retching and he realised the reason she’d suddenly needed to get up was because she was sick. He leapt out of bed to rush to her, concerned for her, wondering why she was sick and finding a part of his ego slightly dented because making love with him had made her sick, literally.

  When he got in the bathroom, she was on her knees, bent over the bowl retching. She’d been sick on her hair a little and he reached out to pull it back from her face while she continued to vomit. Feeling frustrated that he couldn’t help her, he rubbed her ba
ck soothingly as she emptied her stomach of last night’s dinner until finally she was finished and collapsed onto the tiled floor. She looked so weak and helpless, his heart ached for her.

  Had last night’s dinner been bad? He felt ok, and he’d eaten the same food as her. “What’s wrong baby? Is it dinner? Did something not agree with you?”

  She shook her head. “I think this is morning sickness.” Her voice was hoarse.

  Eric felt a wave of guilt at her words. This was his fault then. He’d got her pregnant and now she was suffering because of him. “Oh baby.” He sat down on the floor with her and pulled her into his arms. She smelt of vomit but he didn’t care, he just had to hold her.

  She tried to pull away. “Eric, don’t touch me, I smell.” She protested but he wouldn’t let her go, tightening his grip on her and running one hand up and down her back soothingly. He felt something wet on his arm and realised she was crying, her tears falling silently. He wasn’t sure why she was crying but he tucked her head in under his chin and simply held her while she wept.

  When she finally stopped he climbed to his feet, bringing her up with him, still reluctant to let her go despite her pushing her hands against his chest. He needed to get her in the shower though since she smelt of vomit and he knew she couldn’t be comfortable like that.

  She pushed away from him again and this time he let her go. “Eric please, I’ve got vomit in my hair, I stink. My mouth tastes vile, it’s too embarrassing to be held close to you right now. You must be feeling like throwing up yourself with the smell in here.”

  Ok, she was right, it wasn’t smelling too good in the bathroom, but he loved her, he just wanted to comfort her and a little bit of vomit wasn’t getting in his way. He pulled her back into his arms. “Don’t be silly baby. Sure, you’re not at your best right now, but don’t feel bad because you’ve been sick. Even I know about morning sickness and some women suffer badly from it. Hopefully you won’t be one of them.” He dropped a kiss on the top of her head which was vomit free. “If you’re so worried, lets take a shower then.”

  He released her to go and turn on the taps, testing the water until the temperature was right before lifting her into his arms and placing her down carefully in the shower.

  “I need a toothbrush.” She told him and he stepped back out to grab it and the toothpaste. He picked up the soap and began to wash her, massaging it into her body from head to toe. Once he was satisfied he hadn’t missed a spot, he shampooed her hair for her, gently washing out the vomit, not stopping until he’d finally rinsed all the shampoo from it. Natasha didn’t seem to mind him taking care of her as she stood just letting him do everything.

  Once he was finished, he washed himself while she brushed her teeth. He didn’t have a toothbrush with him so he asked to borrow hers when she’d finished with it and she looked at him in surprise, before shrugging her shoulders and handing it to him.

  When they were done, he dried her off before drying himself and she went to get dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Eric had no choice but to dress in his same clothes from last night since he had nothing else with him, but then he’d never expected to spend the night with her and he sure as hell hadn’t expected to make love to her although the thought that it was only that one time was going to be hard to live with. He always wanted her and that wasn’t going to change. Still she was sick now and suffering from morning sickness so he needed to push his desire down and concentrate on making sure she was ok.

  They both headed downstairs and Eric asked if she was hungry. She’d brought up everything she’d had in her stomach so she was bound to be hungry.

  “I’m starving.”

  “Let me make you breakfast baby.” He offered and she gave him a look of surprise.

  “Don’t you have to get to work?”

  He shrugged. “I’m the boss Natasha. I can go in whenever I want. Besides I want to make breakfast for you. You were sick, it’s important that you eat baby. If you think your stomach is up to it of course.” He honestly didn’t give a shit about work right now. He was with Natasha, she wasn’t kicking him out, things were looking up and he didn’t want to leave her. She brought out a strong desire within him to protect her and care for her so he could start by cooking her breakfast.

  “Feeding me isn’t going to get you in my pants again.” She joked and he sighed. When was she going to stop thinking everything he did for her came with an ulterior motive? Of course he still wanted her. He loved her, he was always going to want her. She drove him crazy, she turned him on in a way no other woman had ever done, but not everything he did was so he could hopefully get lucky.

  “I know this morning was a moment of weakness baby. I’m not expecting any more from you other than to let me be around you and just let me take care of you when I’m offering, ok? Plus you leaping up to go and throw up straight after we made love didn’t do a hell of a lot for my ego.” He grinned and his heart swelled in his chest when she burst out laughing.

  “Fine, do your worst in the kitchen.” She told him.

  He grinned at her again and dug around in the cupboards and drawers until he’d found what he wanted and after rummaging in her fridge he pulled out bacon and began to cook Natasha bacon and poached eggs on toast. She sat watching him, a tiny smile curving her lips. He didn’t know why the idea of him cooking was so amusing to her. He didn’t cook much but when he did he enjoyed it and he could cook. He’d had to learn once he’d been out on his own when he was younger or he’d have starved. There was no Alice back in the early days of his life as a bachelor.

  Once it was done, he served it for her, sitting to watch her eat. She must have been hungry because she ate quickly and by the time she was finished, her plate was clean. “You were hungry baby.”

  “I feel fine now Eric, so hopefully that was the last of the throwing up.”

  Eric hoped so too because he hated to see her sick especially when it was because he’d got her pregnant that she was now suffering.

  He helped her clean up the kitchen after she’d eaten and then he told her he was leaving, dropping a kiss on her cheek and walking out the door. He didn’t want to leave her, but he didn’t want to crowd her either or make her feel pressured by hanging around too long. He only hoped that when he wasn’t around, she would miss him as much as he was going to miss her.

  * * *

  It didn’t take Eric long to realise Natasha was going to have to quit as his PA and find her replacement quickly when every morning she was in the office was the same thing, her running off to be sick. She had interviewed several applicants and seemed confident she would find her replacement in them.

  As much as he didn’t want to lose her as his PA he knew she couldn’t continue working for him. He’d be working, dictating or her taking notes during conferences by Skype and it wouldn’t take long and she’d be breaking into a run, hand over her mouth and sprinting from the office as fast as she could on her heels. He couldn’t keep her at work like that. She needed to rest and he had to accept that he was going to need a new PA.

  “Baby I want you to go home. You can’t work like this and you’re starting to look drained. I’m worried about you.”

  “What about my job Eric? You’re the one that wanted me back and I said I’d find a replacement for me.”

  “Fuck it baby. Much as I’ll miss you as my PA, I don’t need you that badly that I’m prepared to have you take risks with your health. Go home baby, get some rest.” She gave him a weak smile and his heart ached to see her looking so drained. “Oh baby, come here.” He pulled her into his arms and his lips covered hers.

  She pulled back. “Eric, I was sick, I wouldn’t kiss me if I was you.”

  “I don’t care baby.” He kissed her again to prove his point. There was nothing she could do or say that would make him ever not want to touch her.

  “What about everyone else Eric? They’ll know som
ething is going on.”

  He snorted in response. He didn’t care what anyone thought if they saw them together. Things had changed. She was carrying his child, she was his, well, he was working on that part and they were forever linked together and to hell with what anyone else thought of that.

  “Baby, I don’t give a fuck. I want everyone to know you’re mine, ok?”

  “I’m not yours though Eric. I have no hold over you, just as you have no hold over me.”

  “Natasha stop it baby. I know you still don’t trust me, but I’ve held your hair while you vomited. Does it get any worse than that and yet I’m still here. Like it or not we are bound together by the child you’re carrying.” It was so much more for him, but no way in hell was she ready to hear declarations of undying love. He wasn’t ready to give her declarations of undying love either. The fear of her rejecting him or laughing at him kept him silent.

  “I don’t want you to stick around just because I’m pregnant Eric. Seriously, you should be out looking for the next woman to conquer.”

  Pain knifed through him at her words. She still didn’t fucking get it. He didn’t want anyone else, he only wanted her. Was she ever going to stop reminding him what he’d been like with his ex girlfriends? Her continued doubt in him and constantly trying to push him into the arms of another woman was starting to piss him off. Maybe she didn’t want him if she was so quick to try and get him to replace her. He just wanted to shake her and tell her he wasn’t interested in anyone else, it was always going to be her.