by Penny Wylder
“Baby, we’re just getting started.”
9
Persephone
Present
I let Eric pull me over to his desk in a haze of pleasure. He just fucked me. Not just that, but took me in a way I can’t ever remember being taken. I’ve never had sex like that. Not ever. Not even the first time with him which was beautiful and amazing.
This is a memory I’ll cherish, and I should walk away. It’ll end badly, and I don’t want it to. But my mind is still swimming in the pleasure he pulled out of me, and I don’t think I would have the strength to say no even if I wanted to.
I don’t.
Seeing him naked in front of me is like a gorgeous dream. Perfect fucking body, those sculpted muscles I was eyeing when he was firing his arrows continue across his body, casting his form with dips and peaks and smooth skin. I want to run my tongue along the lines of his abs and pecs, and maybe taste those forearms while I’m at it.
And I haven’t even let myself think about his cock. It’s much bigger than the last time I saw it, and when he walked across the room towards m, fully hard, jutting out and curving upward, I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet. He filled me up to the brink, and I want that feeling again. I want him to take his time with me.
Eric shoves some papers across the desk and lifts me onto it in one smooth motion. “What am I doing on your desk?”
He grins as he sinks down in front of me pulling my legs apart. “It seemed like a convenient height.”
That’s all the warning I get before his mouth is on me, tongue tracing over the entrance to my pussy and circling my clit, stealing any bit of breath that I have left and any semblance of willpower. He’s gotten better at this too.
The brush of his tongue makes me wetter, and I’m slick with him and my own arousal, feeling him slide against me with ease. Oh fuck. My body is already primed and ready for pleasure, and it’s already rising through my skin, threatening to overwhelm me.
Eric’s hands are on my thighs, pulling me closer while he pushes his tongue deep inside me. Stroking, teasing, that intimate touch bringing me to the edge. I shove my hands into his hair to hold him still, and the noise that comes out of me is sheer raw need.
He licks into me with agonizing slowness. My legs are shaking, and I swear that all I can see is white. Slowly moving back up to my clit, swirling his tongue around it in patterns that leave me no air to breathe. Over and over and over again until I’m panting, moaning, saying his name.
Instead of pulling back he only works me harder, never letting up, driving me higher with that maddening tongue of his, until I’m dissolving around him. Pleasure spirals up and out and through, and I let my head fall back, my voice echoing off the walls.
The first orgasm was amazing, and this one is just as good. Fireworks shivering across my skin, and that perfect pleasure sinking deep.
God. I masturbate, but it’s been awhile since I’ve had sex. Even longer since I’ve had good sex. I flood Eric’s mouth with my orgasm, and he drinks me up, never letting up as I finish, drawing out every last bit of the climax until I’m gasping and limp. Bent over him as he kneels before me.
When he finally pulls away, he looks at me, his lips and mouth shining with me. Fuck that’s sexy, and I nearly lose consciousness when he licks his lips, one corner of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “Just like I remember.”
A furious blush races up my chest and across my cheeks. “Stop,” I say, embarrassed. “You do not remember what I taste like.”
He stands, stepping between my legs so our faces are close and perfectly level. So close that we’re only a breath apart. “I do,” he says softly. “You’re just as delicious now as you were then.”
My cheeks are so hot I must be as red as a tomato. He covers my mouth with his, and he still tastes like me. It makes me wet all over again, and I’m not a woman who can usually just keep going. But I just want more. All of him.
Now that we’re moving slowly, we’re exploring each other. Eric’s hands are running across my skin and I finally get to feel the hardness I was admiring in the way I want to. Muscles contract under my fingers, hardening and flexing. His cock hardens between us too.
He’s bigger than he was when we were first together. More than a little. And I explore that too, stroking him until he’s as hard as the desk that I’m sitting on. “You asked me how much time I had,” I say. “How much time do you have?”
His eyes go dark with hunger. “I’m the camp director. I can make whatever time we need.”
Lust curls in my gut, and the possibility of holing up with him unrolls before me. We can’t do that. I know we can’t. But I also can’t say that the thought isn’t appealing.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to his collarbone. “Good,” I whisper. We’ll make it last as long as it needs to last. And that’s that. Right now, I have plans to return the favor, because like him, I have some memories of our first time together, and I want to see how they match up.
I slip off the desk and down to the floor, doing my best to not let my lips leave his skin while I do. He goes still, watching me intently. I don’t even think that he’s breathing, like he thinks that if he moves, he’ll scare me away and I won’t want to do this.
“Seph,” he says. It’s at once a question and a plea.
“Fair’s fair,” I say with grin.
He shakes his head. “It doesn’t have to be about fair.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Maybe I remember what you taste like too,” I say.
Eric’s cock jumps in my hand, and I grin. I’m having a little bit of déjà vu, but this time is better. This time I’m not nervous. I know what I’m doing, and I want to hear the sounds he’s going to make when I do this.
I start with the tip of my tongue. Just brushing across the head softly. Eric shudders, rubbing his hands across his head. “Jesus.”
“If that’s how you react to my tongue this isn’t going to last long.”
When he looks down, his eyes are on fire. “Seph, it’s a battle not to come just looking at you. That tongue is my undoing.”
My stomach flips, and I focus on his cock again. I can’t let him know just how much I want to be his undoing. I lick across his skin again, harder this time. Under the tip and then over. Down his shaft, tracing the hard lines of his cock and savoring the soft feeling of his skin, of the taste that brings back memories in vivid color. Stronger than I thought they would be.
Eric groans, and I take that as a sign. I slip my mouth over the tip of his cock, sucking with just my lips. Little flicks of my tongue under his head make the muscles in his stomach jump. I’ve learned some tricks over the last six years. Tricks I’m going to take full advantage of.
I sink down further onto his shaft. Eric swears under his breath, and a hand lands in my hair, gripping it. Not hard, just pure need and desperation. Just how much bigger he is is obvious right now. He’s filling my mouth, and my lips are stretched when I’ve only taken half of his cock.
Wrapping my fingers around his base, I start moving, taking him in a rhythm that I hope he loves. Fast in and slow out, sucking as hard as I can manage and never breaking it. I can tell he’s trying not to move, because his hips are thrusting toward me every time I swallow him down but he’s holding back.
There will be another time when I tell him not to hold back. But this time is mine. This time I want to take him to the brink with me. I hum around his shaft, and Eric’s fingers tighten in my hair. “Wait,” he gasps, duding me off his cock. “Wait.”
I blink up at him, the question in my eyes.
“I was going to come,” he says.
I smirk. “Is that a bad thing? That was kind of the goal.”
“I want to be inside you.”
“And I want to taste your cum,” I say, reaching for him again.
“Fuck, Seph,” he says, hauling me to my feet and into his arms. We’re at his bed in seconds, and I’m pushed over it, bent so my ass is against him. I barely
have time to hear the crinkle of the condom before he’s in me again, pressing me down into the bed. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he growls, mouth against the back of my neck.
I gasp when he thrusts in to the hilt, mind going blank with that feeling of perfect fullness. “I feel cheated,” I manage to say, my voice completely breathless and ineffective. “I wanted you to come.”
“I’m going to come,” he says. “Faster than I’d like.”
“You owe me,” I say. My voice slides into a moan but I force the words out, fully aware that they’re turning me on just as much as they are him. “I want to take all of you and taste you down my throat. I want you to fill my mouth up until it’s spilling out.”
Eric groans, thrusting harder. Faster. Pushing his hands down my spine, I’m locked against the bed as he fucks me. All the way inside me, so deep that I’m seeing stars with every movement, the friction showering pleasure down on me like rain.
I’m the one who’s going to come now. It’s inevitable. My hands are fisted in the sheets and it feels like I’m barely hanging on even though I’m solidly on the bed. Eric knocks my legs further apart with his own, managing to go even deeper than before. I’m moaning into the comforter, the muffled sound even more erotic than my echoing cries of earlier.
The pleasure is building, and I can’t fight it. All I can do is feel. Eric presses the length of his body against mine, hips still working me with long strokes as he slips his hand under my hips and seeks out my clit. I’m slick with my own wetness, and his fingers slipping across my clit send me over the edge.
I yell into the blanket, orgasm roaring through me. Sex has never felt like this. And I know deep in my gut that it’s not just the sex, it’s because it’s him.
Eric grabs my hands where they’re tangled in his blankets, holding on as he comes too, groaning into my neck. His cock jerks inside me. It sets off a whole new wave of pleasure. A wave that I sink beneath and I’m happy never to come back up from.
We come to stillness together, and there’s comfort in relaxing with someone like this. Connected as deeply as we are. There’s a deep, carnal part of me that never wants to move again.
Eric is the first one to move. He slips out of me, disappearing for a moment before returning and once again picking me up. This time to lie me down on the bed properly and rest beside me. He pulls me close, and I feel…settled. At ease. The explosion between us happened, and so far, nothing bad has happened.
That doesn’t mean it won’t, but for this moment I want to pretend that everything is fine and that we didn’t just make a mistake. Nothing in my body holds any regret for what just happened, and so I push my thoughts aside. “I don’t want to leave,” I say, letting myself relax.
“You don’t have to.”
“Lifeguarding,” I say.
Eric laughs, the vibration soothing. “You’ve still got a couple of hours.”
I sink down into a place of peace and stillness. Not quite sleep, but almost. With Eric’s hand drawing patterns on my spine, I let myself truly rest for the first time in a long time.
10
Eric
Present
Holding Seph while she’s sleeping is as perfect as I hoped it would be. I don’t even know how long she’s been drifting, but I don’t care. I’ll hold her however long she likes. I meant what I said earlier. If we need more time, I can make us more time. If that’s what it takes to show her that this is what she needs, then I’ll do it. The raw, brutal part of me wants to lock us in this cabin together and do nothing but fuck until she can admit that she wants me every bit as much as I’ve wanted her all these years.
Not realistic, but I’m still tempted. I have responsibilities in this job, but this—this is even bigger than that. This is a second chance, even if she’s not sure of that yet. When she opens her eyes, it’s going to be the real world again, and I’m going to have to convince her that this wasn’t a mistake.
It’s not. I know it so deep in my gut that I can’t question it. But there’s also a lot that we have to talk about. Like Leena. We’re going to have to be okay with that, and because we’re not teenagers anymore it might not be the easiest conversation. But not right now. For the moment I’m content simply to hold her and to pretend that the rest of world and responsibilities and exes and the camp outside do not exist. Pretend that the only thing that that matters is the feeling of her skin under mine and the sound of her pleasure under my hands.
Somewhere behind me my phone vibrates. I think it’s in my pants on the floor. A phone call and not a text. If someone really needs me and they can’t find me on the phone they’ll knock on the door. It’s the first day of camp. No one can have an emergency that bad already. Right?
Thankfully the phone doesn’t vibrate again, and I let myself drift while still holding her. But even half asleep I can’t seem to make myself stop moving my hands across her skin. Little movements of my fingers that convince me that we’re here and that this is actually real.
I’m not sure how long passes while I listen to Seph breath beside me. But every second is perfect. I don’t want to move, because it might break this spell. And as much as I want to, I can’t ask her to start sleeping in this bed with me. She has campers to take care of. They might notice if she was gone.
After a while she takes a deeper breath and stirs, stretching in my arms. “I didn’t think that I would fall asleep,” she says softly.
I brush my knuckles down her cheek, and she closes her eyes again. “You can fall asleep with me anytime.”
Seph tucks her face into my neck, and I’m not sure if she’s avoiding the statement or grateful for it. “I should go.”
“You don’t have to.”
She laughs softly. “I don’t want to, but it’s not like I’m not going to see you around.”
I’ve never been more grateful to be stuck in one place for the entire summer. Across the room my phone buzzes again, and I groan.
“Answer it.”
I slowly pull away from her, immediately missing her warmth and softness, and find my cellphone in the pocket of my jeans. It’s a voicemail from my agency in New York, and my stomach flips with dread. They weren’t happy with me putting everything musical on hold for two months while I do this.
There’s a text message too, and I open it. Skimming the contents. It’s another plea begging me to ditch camp and come back to the city. There’s a small July festival that has an opening that would be perfect for me and my brand.
I close my eyes, feeling the familiar conflict.
For years I clawed my way up through the music industry. I’ve done everything imaginable from playing for other people to being a session guitarist to writing songs for artists far bigger than me. But I’m good. I know I am. And after moving to New York a few years ago, I finally started to play my own shows and then other people thought that I was good too.
My manager found me at a hole in the wall bar in Brooklyn, playing to people who were drunk and more interested in each other than me. But my life has been different ever since. I’ve been playing bigger venues and actually getting paid for music. Until this summer happened.
It was made incredibly clear to me that this is an unstable point in my career and taking time off wasn’t exactly a good idea. But I don’t have a choice.
I suppose I do have a choice, but it’s not one that I would ever make.
“Everything okay?” Seph asks.
I force a smile and look at her. “Yeah. Just someone from home checking in.” They’ll call again later I’m sure, and I’ll have to explain yet again why I can’t come back to New York. I love living in that city, and truly for the most part the people who live there are good and down to earth. And then there are the other times where the New York bubble is real, and people can’t see outside of themselves. With my manager and the rest of the team, this has been one of those times.
My phone rings again, this time it’s my dad. Again. Twice in one day is a little muc
h. Which means it’s probably actually important.
“Popular,” Seph whispers.
“I do need to take this one,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She sits up. “Should I leave?”
“No, stay,” I say, putting my hand on her ankle and stroking her skin. I click answer on the call. “Two times in one day. You worried about me?”
A rough chuckle. “No. I’m sure you’re doing just fine.”
“Then it’s you.”
He sighs. “Yeah. They’re taking me in for another PET scan tomorrow. Something about just wanting to check something but they’re being cagey. And you know that doctors being cagey is never a good thing.”
“Yeah…” I say. “Do you need me back there?”
“No, I just want to keep you up to date. Nothing in this situation is good coming as a surprise.”
I scrub a hand across my face. “That’s true. Let me know though. I’ll probably have to make a run for things in the next week. I can stop by.”
There’s a brief hesitation. “Your mother would like that.”
My dad has never had a problem asking me to do things. He’s not too proud to admit that he needs help, and that’s why he asked me to take over the camp for him this summer, since everything is up in the air. If he’s not up on his feet next year or worse—I stop that thought in its tracks—he’ll hire someone who might be interested in the position full time.
But he’s never been good at asking for things like visits, and so I’ve learned to interpret. And him saying that my mother will enjoy the visit is enough to let me know that he’d like to see me. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“How is the first day going?”
I can’t help the smile on my face. “I think it might be the best first day of camp that I’ve ever had,” I say, squeezing Seph’s foot. “Turns out there’s someone on staff here that was a camper with me, and its been good to catch up. And it’s a good group of campers.”