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by Christine d'Abo


  Eric didn’t give me much room for embarrassment though. He grabbed at my calf and pulled. “I want to taste you.”

  My pussy pulsed in response. Who was I to deny the man? Carefully, I lifted my leg and settled down so my clit was pressed to his chest. Eric did the rest. He slid his arms under my thighs, lifted my lower body, and positioned my pussy on his mouth.

  “Fuck.” I lowered my head as he sucked hard on my clit.

  His tongue teased the swollen bud, he lapped at my labia, and he kneaded my ass with his fingers. It was intense, too much too soon. My body actually zoomed past my orgasm, unable to simply let the pleasure flow.

  “Too much.” I clutched his thighs. “Slow down.”

  Thankfully, he listened. He let up on the suction on my clit and I was able to relax. What I needed was a distraction. The long, thick cock bouncing in front of my face was the perfect way to slow him down and give my body a chance to adjust. I was just the right length to be able to suck the head of his cock into my mouth without needing to bend at an awkward angle. Sweat and the taste of his arousal burst across my tongue as I lapped at his cock. I licked from the base of his shaft all the way to his head, loving the way he stiffened beneath me.

  When Eric moaned, the vibrations rocked my pussy, tickling the over-sensitized skin with his hot breath. We then began this back and forth of licking and sucking, teasing each other with our mouths and hands. I reached down and cupped his balls, grazing the skin with my nails. He retaliated by pressing a finger into my pussy, pumping it in and out of my body in time with his lapping tongue.

  This time when I felt my orgasm begin to build, I knew there was no chance that it would fizzle. I continued to suck Eric’s cock as long as I could without hurting him. The higher my pleasure rose, the more my body shook, the tighter he gripped my ass. He wasn’t going to let me pull away, to give me the chance to run away from my release. I took his cock as deep as I could manage and held it in my mouth as I came.

  I screamed around his shaft. My pussy heated as I came hard and he held me to him. Normally, I’d squirm when I’d orgasm, but I couldn’t move and was forced still as the intense pleasure burned through me. When Eric finally pulled back, I continued to hold his cock in my mouth, breathing in and out from my nose as I regained control. He didn’t say anything, simply continued to caress my body with his hands.

  After a moment, I was finally able to continue. Slower than I had when he was licking me, I began to bob up and down, teasing his head with my tongue. Eric’s mouth was still below my pussy and after a few minutes, he began once more licking my clit. It was nearly too much for me to handle. The skin was sensitive, my body still vibrating from the strength of my orgasm. I didn’t think I’d be able to come again, but that wasn’t exactly my priority.

  I wanted to taste Eric’s come.

  It was strange and wonderful giving him a blow job from this angle. I was comfortable with my body resting on his. No awkward angles or having to push myself into a position that would inevitably lead to sleeping limbs. Both of my hands were free to torment him. I tugged on his balls with one, while teasing his inner thighs and ass with my other. I didn’t know if he was into that sort of thing, but he didn’t complain.

  It didn’t take long for me to notice his cock swell in my mouth. His shaft somehow grew stiffer, and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I’d finally get what I wanted. He tapped my ass lightly with his hand, a warning that he was about to come, giving me a chance to pull off if that’s what I wanted.

  Ohhhhh no. I’d worked hard for this prize and I wasn’t about to give it up.

  Using my hand, I pumped his shaft in time with my mouth. I wanted to milk every drop of his come and swallow it down. What I didn’t expect was for him to latch onto my clit again and suck me in earnest. Even less, I didn’t think I’d be able to respond. So I was completely caught off guard when a second, less powerful orgasm rolled through me seconds before Eric’s hot come spurted across my tongue and filled my mouth.

  I managed to wait until I pulled the last of his come from him before I swallowed and collapsed forward, resting my cheek to his thigh. I tried to move my legs so I wasn’t smothering him with my pussy, but he held me still. We stayed that way quite some time before my body began to protest the position.

  “I need to shift.” I kissed his thigh. “Don’t move. I don’t want to knee you in the face by mistake.”

  He helped me slide off and then pulled me up so my head rested on his chest. I was chilly and would have killed for a blanket, but that would have required moving. Being next to him, naked and satisfied, was too precious a thing to disturb. So I burrowed as close as I could into his side and let my mind go.

  18

  I woke up with a start and realized that there was an empty Eric-shaped spot beside me. When he’d gotten up, he’d taken the time to pick my blanket that had fallen from the foot of my bed off the floor and spread it across me. I was warm, but missed his presence.

  Using the blanket as a robe, I tucked it around my body and went to see if he’d left completely or was simply stretching his legs. I’d made it down the hallway and most of the way to the kitchen when he turned the corner. Wearing only his briefs, Eric held a tray with an assortment of food and two bottles of beer. He actually looked a bit disappointed when he saw me standing there.

  “Hey.” I waved with one hand as I clung to my blanket with the other.

  “You’re awake. I was hoping to surprise you.”

  “I’m surprised . . . that you were actually able to find anything in my kitchen.”

  He shrugged. “It took a bit longer than I’d anticipated. You didn’t have things where I’d assumed they’d go.”

  I walked out into the living room and went over to pull the curtains wide open. “My mom has the same complaint whenever she comes over. She says for being such a logical person, my organizational skills make no sense.” They did to me, and in the end that’s all that mattered.

  He set the tray on the coffee table and handed me a beer. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want one.”

  “Are you kidding? I could drink a case right now. You sucked the life out of me.”

  We sat down on the couch side by side and looked out the window to the city below. The light bounced off the building opposite mine and reflected in to spill reds, yellows, and orange light across the room. We drank our beer in near silence. Our bodies touched and we took turns placing soft caresses on each other. I reached out and traced the scar I’d noticed earlier.

  “How’d you get this?”

  He stiffened and drank from his beer before answering. “I was in a car accident.”

  “Shit. Was that the worst you were hurt? What happened?”

  He took my hand in his free one, pulling my fingers away from the healed wound. “Do you mind if we don’t talk about it? It wasn’t pleasant and I don’t want to spoil the mood.”

  If the incident at the spa taught me anything, it was that I needed to give Eric his space and respect his wishes. As much as my curiosity was killing me, the last thing I wanted was to ruin this moment. “Of course. I can’t believe you found fresh fruit in my fridge. I had no idea I even had grapes.”

  And just like that I changed the topic like a frigging adult.

  Boo-ya!

  Having the chance to refuel gave my body and mind time to recover. As much as I wanted to believe that I might have a future with Eric, there was a very real possibility that whatever had happened between him and Grace was too much for him to get past. I hated to think that I wouldn’t be enough for him— that, despite our mutual attraction, there would always be this specter of a thing looming behind him that prevented us from moving forward.

  I basically had two choices. I could either do my best to woo him and run the risk of him pushing me away, or I could simply take the sex cards and enjoy the opportunity that had come my way. I knew that I’d run the risk of getting emotionally involved. Anyone but him and I might have had a
chance to walk away. Still, he didn’t need to know and I could deal with the consequences if it came to that. I was a big girl.

  Eric was a kind man and I was actually comfortable enacting these cards with him. If it led to something more, then great. If not?

  Well, then I had some sex for the memory book.

  The sun had moved and the light didn’t fill my place the way it had a short time ago. My apartment faced an office building. Normally, there were people there quite late into the evening. Even on the weekends it wasn’t unusual for me to see people passing through the offices, sometimes cleaning staff. It wasn’t busy though, not like it would be through the week.

  The thought of having sex on my balcony was enough to make me nervous again. I honestly didn’t think I had the proverbial balls to act on the fantasy. It would probably be better to do something like that at night with no lights on so the risk of anyone seeing us would be minimized. That’s what a rational, sane human being would do.

  Clearly, something had snapped inside my head because I found myself standing and the blanket falling to the couch beside Eric.

  “Glenna?”

  I bent over at the waist, giving him what I hoped was a nice view of my ass. “I’m just fishing out Day Twelve and moving it to the completed pile.”

  I felt the heat from his hand a moment before he caressed my hip. “You seem to be looking for something else?”

  “I know what I want. I was just hoping you brought some condoms along when you came. If not, I’m pretty certain I have an unopened box in my bathroom somewhere.”

  Eric got to his feet and strode off to the bedroom. I heard the rattle of his belt buckle before he came back out, a string of condoms in hand. “I wasn’t sure how many we’d need.”

  “I like a man who thinks of all the possibilities.” I faced him and started to back up toward the balcony. “I’ve never thought of myself as wild.”

  With each step I took, he matched it until we were almost outside. “Me either.”

  “I’ve always played things safe, not wanting to rock the boat, do anything that would jeopardize my job at the college. Or upset my family if they heard.”

  Eric held my gaze as he cupped my breasts. I fought to keep my eyes open, but couldn’t quite manage it. He ran his thumbs across my nipples repeatedly, teasing them until they were standing up hard.

  “You want me to fuck you?” His voice was soft, but had an edge of excitement.

  “Yes.” Despite having come twice already today, it hadn’t been enough. I wanted to feel him fill me, to thrust into me so hard I would feel it well into tomorrow.

  “You want me to do that while you look outside, where anyone walking by could see?” He turned me around so that I was now fully naked to the world. We were still far enough inside the apartment that unless someone was looking directly across at us, it would be difficult for them to see me.

  My legs shook, though from nerves or arousal I wasn’t certain. “Yes.”

  He pressed his body against mine and with a step forward we drew up to the closed sliding door. “Do you want me to press you against this door? Fuck you with your hands on the glass?”

  I could see that in my mind’s eye. We’d still be safe, visible if anyone was to look, but easily hidden, ignored as a passionate couple who didn’t realize they could be seen. There was no risk involved, not really.

  I opened the door. The breeze blew against my skin and my already hard nipples responded to the invisible caress. Eric reached around and bracketed my waist with his hands. He kissed the side of my neck as he thrust his erection against my ass. “Are you sure? We can wait until dark.”

  Was I? It was risky, even though there was little foot traffic on the street on this side of the building. The cops could easily be called. We could both be at risk, even if it was easy enough to step back inside and close the door so no one would know it was us.

  I stepped out fully onto the balcony, leaned forward, and gripped the ledge with both hands. My breasts swayed forward and the wind wrapped around my naked skin. My pussy was damp and the breeze made the sensitive skin tingle with awareness.

  Eric made a noise, but I couldn’t be sure what he was thinking without looking. I couldn’t move to do that, needing all of my nerve to keep myself in place and not run back inside like the coward I’d always though I was. It was comforting to have him step behind me and hear the sound of a condom wrapper being opened. For better or worse, this was happening.

  “Hard and fast.” I spread my legs, giving him room to position himself.

  He gripped my hip with one hand and guided his cock to my pussy with the other. Unlike the careful ease of our first coupling, Eric filled me quickly and set a fast, steady pace. With each thrust my body moved, my breasts swung, and my arousal spiked.

  “Everyone can see you.” He punctuated his sentence with a firm thrust forward. “See you naked. See me fucking you.”

  I let my gaze travel across the windows of the office building in front of us. There could be some poor worker there now, stuck on a project late on a Saturday afternoon. They didn’t want to be there, would rather be home. Tired, they’d look out the window, maybe wanting to see if the sun was starting to set yet. Instead of the sun, they’d see me, naked. Eric, tall, powerful, behind me. They’d see the flex of his muscles, see my body accepting his cock as he pounded into me.

  I moaned, then bit down hard on my bottom lip. The neighbors might not be able to see us, but they certainly could hear—I remembered that very well. They’d be curious; maybe they’d open their window a bit wider, straining to hear if there were any more sex sounds coming.

  With each thrust I grew more aware of not only him, but also my body’s reactions. The skin of my back tingled the closer he got to me. When he’d run his fingers down my back, I’d arch up into his touch. I hadn’t realized how much of an erogenous zone that was for me before him. He moved his hand lower, his thumb pressing the base of my spine just above my ass.

  He wanted to fuck me there. I imagined how full I’d feel when his cock would stretch me wide. I began to buck back, meeting his thrusts and silently encouraging him to move his hand lower. He didn’t, instead sliding his fingers around to press my clit. I was so sensitive there, sore from our previous lovemaking. His caress was gentle and enough to pull my orgasm closer.

  “Shit.” I clamped my mouth shut, even as he began to fuck me harder.

  “No. Let me hear you.” Eric bent his knees and the next time he thrust, I nearly lifted off my feet. It was frantic, rough, everything I never realized I’d wanted from sex.

  This time when I moaned, I let it go into the air. My palms had grown sweaty and were starting to slip on the railing. My body shook from pleasure and the strain of holding myself in this position. I didn’t want the moment to end, even as I felt it slipping toward its conclusion.

  “Glenna. Come for me.”

  I shouldn’t have been able to come again. Three times in one day wasn’t something I thought myself capable of. No lover I’d ever been with had managed something like that. Then again, I’d never been with anyone remotely like Eric.

  I didn’t try to hold anything back. My sighs turned into low, steady groans as my body drew closer to orgasm. I felt Eric’s body shaking against me, either from the position or perhaps he was struggling to hold back himself. It didn’t matter, because my previously unknown exhibitionist was at the end of her restraint. I squeezed my eyes shut and let go of the railing with one of my hands. I swatted Eric’s hand away and took over. I fingered my clit hard and fast until I came.

  My inner muscles clenched down hard on Eric’s cock as my pleasure pulsed through me. It seemed to be what he needed to push him over the edge. Another thrust and he stiffened, his fingers digging hard into my sides. He didn’t make a noise, though his body shook until finally he stopped moving, his breathing coming out in large, ragged gasps.

  We stayed that way for only a moment before he pulled out of me. “Better
not tempt fate.”

  “I’m not sure I can move.” I laughed, letting my head fall for a moment before forcing my body to stand. “Oh look, I’m not broken.”

  He wrapped an arm around me, kissing my temple as he did. “I’d never do that.”

  “Liar.”

  “Come on. Let’s get a blanket for you.”

  As we stepped back inside, I could have sworn I saw a blind flick shut in a window in the building across the street. My face flamed at the idea that there really had been an audience watching. Well, if that was the case then I hoped they enjoyed the show.

  We got dressed after that, both of us sated and I think more than a little dopey. Together we finished off the last beer I had in my fridge and I used an old premade pizza shell to bake us some supper.

  Eric had pulled my kitchen stool around and sat watching me get the veggies and chicken ready for the pizza. When I caught him staring, he looked away.

  “What?” This was the second or third time I’d caught him looking at me this way.

  “You’re amazing.”

  I wasn’t exactly ready for compliments, so I did what I normally do in these situations and deflected. “Please make sure to tell Professor Mickelson that. Despite working my ass off my last performance review sucked balls.”

  “That could be because he wants you to suck his.”

  I stopped chopping and stared at him. “What?”

  He held up his hands. “Sorry. I’m not the biggest fan of your boss. He’s an asshole.”

  That was actually a pretty generous description of him. And Jasmine had always been vocal about her opinion of Mickelson, but I’d never heard anyone else say anything negative about him. It was weird. “Not that I’m disagreeing, but why do you say that?”

  He opened his mouth and then quickly closed it before shaking his head. “Let’s just say we have a difference of opinion on how to do our jobs.”

 

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