by Haley Travis
I never realized how powerful a blow job could be. I'd only done it twice before, and I was told that I was not very skilled. But every touch along Eric’s smooth, hard flesh seemed to excite him more.
Feeling him thicken and throb in my hands was making my pussy quiver. I needed to be filled. I needed him to take me. But more than that, I needed to satisfy my man. I wanted him to remember this forever.
Very gently he placed his hand at the back of my head, and I nodded eagerly. Without pushing, he guided me to move more quickly.
His eyes became wider as he stared at me, seeming incredulous. Moving faster, I pressed my lips more firmly, trying to milk every ounce of sensation from him.
"Eden," he choked, "Where… Oh fuck. Where do you want…"
I hoped that he could see my grin in my eyes, since my lips were stretched tight around his girth. Trying to relax my throat and breathe through my nose, I moaned, pulling him deeper. As he realized I was telling him that I intended to swallow, his fingers clenched in the back of my hair.
"Oh, fuck, baby," he grunted, then I tasted his salty-sweet release across my tongue and down my throat. I moaned loudly, as he seemed to enjoy the vibrations. Swallowing quickly, I lapped up every drop, amused by the way he stared at me with his mouth hanging open.
"Wow," he muttered, leaning back in his chair.
Smiling sweetly, I got up to sit in his lap. He was looking at me with the level of intensity one would expect if you'd just run into your favorite movie star.
"What?" I giggled. "I've watched a few dirty videos."
"You're amazing,” he murmured, gripping my ass as he pulled me against him. I loved that he kissed me hard, even knowing where my mouth had just been. There was something so primal and perfect about the two of us being naked where we weren’t supposed to be.
~ Chapter 16 ~ Eric ~
* Big Desk *
My sweet, shy girl certainly got fired up easily. This strange connection of ours seemed to become more intoxicating every time we were together. Looking into her magical eyes as she grinned, I adored that she was obviously proud of herself. She should be. Seeing her so happy was extremely satisfying.
Feeling my cock begin to twitch again was a relief. Pulling her so that she was straddling me, her knees were on either side of my hips on the wide leather chair.
Leaning back slightly, I held her shoulders until her mouth settled over mine. She kissed me seductively, her hot ass grinding against me slightly. Then her eyes flew wide as she realized what was coming back to life.
"Really?" she smiled.
"No other woman in the world would have this effect on me," I admitted.
Digging my fingers into her silky cheeks, I ground up against her soaking pussy. Pulling her up and down along my length, she moaned. Her pussy lips were massaging my shaft, getting me nice and wet again.
"I want to hear you say it," I said, my voice raspy. "Tell me what you're going to do to me, Eden."
Even though she was stark naked, sliding her wet skin along the length of my cock, she still blushed from the thought of describing it aloud.
"Come on," I encouraged. "Help me out with yet another fantasy."
Her eyes squinched shut as she whispered, "I want you to make love to me right now in your office chair."
Pulling her against me, I kissed her left breast in a big, lazy circle. Then I moved to the right, lapping at her nipple until she quivered.
"That was pretty good," I said. "Except you didn't use any of the bad words." I nodded, trying to appear stern. "I think I need to hear the nasty curse words."
Her adorable laugh surrounded us. I spread her wider, gripping the base of my shaft and gliding it through her juicy pussy lips. Her eyes became hazy as she began to sigh.
“Say it, Eden."
Her hesitation aroused me even more. I couldn’t make sense of why. Watching a shy girl decide to be brave turned me on.
Eden paused, hesitating. Then she looked directly at me and whispered, "Eric, I need you to slide that perfect cock into my tight little pussy. I need you to fuck me, right here in your fancy office. Right in front of the windows. I need you to fuck me until I scream."
"Damn, baby," I growled, I sheathed myself inside her with one long, deep thrust. Her shuddering gasp was the hottest thing in the universe.
Kissing her nipples gently, they almost felt heated. Her hips were restless as she raised and lowered herself, shimmying slightly from side to side.
I’d never felt completely lusty before. Like an animal. Like a raw, feral creature that just needed to fuck.
Eden's back arched slightly with a choppy moan, her uneven noises adding to our pleasure. Holding her hips securely, I dug in, thrusting up into her. But I couldn't really pound her from this position.
Standing, I took one step forward to lay her back across the desk. Her shapely legs wrapped around me instantly.
"I love how big you are," she whispered as I slid inside her deeper, deeper.
"You feel like heaven, baby," I murmured against her ear. "No wonder you were named for paradise."
Pulling out almost completely, I slammed back inside her quick and rough. Her eyes blazed, her fingers digging into the muscles of my shoulders. "How can you make me feel this good?" she whimpered.
“I was meant for you," I said.
A shudder passed through her, and her round ass tightened under my hands, bucking up against me. I could feel that she was rubbing her clit against my skin. Knowing that she was using my body for her pleasure drove me insane.
Her pussy was gripping me so tightly that I could tell she was about to explode. “Should I slow down?" I asked, raking my teeth along her collarbone.
"Never."
"Should I be more gentle?”
"No."
Gripping the back of her hair with my right hand, I tilted her lips to mine, kissing her so hard she whined under me. "You know what I need to hear. Tell me what you want or I'm going to stop."
She was so close that she was twitching. Her fingernails dug into my skin. "Don't stop," she whispered. "Keep fucking me hard. Keep driving that delicious cock into me until I come."
I did as precisely as she commanded, growling, "Then what do you want me to do, baby?"
"Fill me," she choked. “I need…" She couldn't finish her thought. It looked like her body was being shaken from within as a hot flush ran up her cheeks.
Feeling her pussy contracting and releasing around me, I lost my mind, driving deep through her climax. As my cock began to fire thick ropes of cum deep inside her, I growled into our kiss, “You're perfect, Eden. I had no idea how much I needed you."
Then as my hips spasmed harder, I made a completely inhuman sound that I didn’t recognize, but it made Eden’s eyes light up with bliss.
~ Chapter 17 ~ Eden ~
* Eden’s *
On some level, what we had done was a tiny bit wrong. Eric's place of business was not an appropriate place for sex. Even though there was nobody around, and the door was locked, it was a bit sketchy.
Maybe that's why it felt so damn incredible. As we got dressed and Eric led me to the ladies' room so I could freshen up a bit, I couldn't stop grinning. Which made Eric grin. Which made me smile even more.
We were infinitely dorky together. There were so many things about us that just clicked.
I found myself actually questioning Nana’s Knowing . It certainly wasn't scientific. It wasn't logical. We hadn't really tracked how many times she had said something that could have been a coincidence. We’d never really tracked how many times something had come true. Or didn’t.
When it came to matters of the heart, it was easy to believe in the mystical. It was too easy to give in to fear.
As I met Eric back in the lobby and we headed to the elevator, I wondered if I had believed Nana's prophecy as an excuse to put armor around my heart. There was no way to know if I was ready for a relationship yet. There was no way to know if Eric was really the one. But the
only way I would find these things out is if I gave him a fair chance.
Eric waved good night to the security guard, leading us out of the gorgeous lobby and back onto the street. Then he stopped, examining my eyes. "Our genius plan to take things slow took a wrong turn again. Are you okay with that?"
He seemed instantly relieved when I laughed. "Yes. I guess so. We just seem to have an effect on each other, don't we?"
"Absolutely."
A fire truck went by, and we stopped talking for a moment since there was no way to hear over the siren. The red lights flashed in Eric's deep eyes. It really did make him look a bit devilish. That satisfied smirk made him appear truly wicked. The crucial thing I had to admit to myself was that I dearly loved it.
I appreciated the way he was trying to bring me out of my shell. I liked the way he wouldn't take no for an answer when he knew something was right. Because he also analyzed my every reaction, ready to stop if I said a word.
He truly cared about me. A lot. A heck of a lot, for someone I barely knew. There was something strangely magical in the pull we had toward each other. I needed to listen to that more than something my grandmother once muttered.
A devil was a creature who did evil things. I couldn't imagine Eric doing anything evil. Not ever.
When the siren faded away, the sound bouncing off the office towers, Eric asked, "Where do you live? Would you like me to walk you home, or we could get a cab?"
I'd seen his glamorous home. If we were truly getting to know each other in this extremely fast forward fashion, he might as well see my place. "It's not too far, we could walk to my apartment," I said. I took his hand and we began to walk east.
"Don't worry,” Eric said with a chuckle, "I don't expect to stay over. I know that you wouldn't want the devil in your bed."
We stopped at a red light, and I surprised myself by turning to him, running my fingers up the back of his neck as I pulled his lips down to mine. He instantly wrapped his arms around me, and suddenly we were the only two people in the city.
When the light changed, I pulled away and took his hand again. "No self-respecting girl would allow a demon into her bed. But you, on the other hand," I flashed him a saucy wink. "You might be permitted."
I loved how his face was so expressive. I loved the way his fingers gripped mine. We walked so casually and perfectly together. I loved the feeling of falling in love.
When we got to my gray apartment building, I said, "I hope you're not expecting anything posh. It's just a crappy little student apartment."
Eric squeezed my hand. "Crappy? That's pretty extreme language coming from you."
"I guess I've been hanging out with a bad influence," I said. We went up to my sixth-floor apartment in an elevator that went at a normal, slow clunking speed.
As we walked down the hallway to my door, Eric looked around, seeming amused. "I feel like I've gone through a time portal to the eighties," he whispered.
Looking around to the faded patterned carpet, the weirdly dramatic wall sconce lighting, I nodded. "Maybe even the late seventies."
"It's kind of awesome, though," he said with a grin.
He wasn't being polite. He was genuinely appreciative of my lousy apartment building, which was reasonably clean, but definitely old and worn.
After digging in the bottom of my purse for the key, I let us in, and Eric immediately went to the center of the room, turning around slowly and staring.
"If you’re planning a photoshoot for one of those gorgeous home magazines, you can save your energy," I laughed.
"I'm taking you in," he said quite seriously. "I know that students make do with whatever furniture they can get their hands on. But you chose that purple star wall hanging. You chose those bright red coffee mugs. Surrounding yourself with things you like is an ingrained human trait."
"A builder and philosopher," I said, kicking off my shoes and dumping my purse on the chair by the front door. Walking past him to the couch, I sat on the side that creaked, since he was certainly heavier than I was.
Eric sat beside me, still analyzing everything while setting a hand on my knee. "A small TV and a giant bookshelf. That is always a good sign." Then he turned to me. "You're in university now. Do you have a part-time job as well?"
"Sort of. I work part-time for my mother, helping her with research and proofreading. In the summers and over breaks, I work for her company full-time. During the school year, I'm able to just update their website and do promotion and stuff from here."
"That's brilliant," he said. He squeezed my knee gently, giving me a strange smile. "I'm relieved that you're not one of those students who have to work eight part-time jobs, and never sleep, and could never afford to eat. I've seen what some people have to go through, and it's rough."
I was touched that he would even think of such things. "My mother always said that we are not well off, but we are well organized,” I smiled. "We did without certain things so that we were in a good place for our education. My older sister actually lived in this apartment when she was going to school, and passed it down to me to avoid the rent hike."
"Clever," Eric grinned.
"I don't know if it's impolite to ask, but were your parents wealthy?" I asked.
Eric gave my knee another squeeze. "I want you to feel free to ask me absolutely anything, at any time. Manners be damned. Okay?"
I nodded. "Okay."
"My parents were…" He made a strange expression, staring down at the chipped coffee table, shaking his head. "Very strange. They named my sister Angelica, hoping that it would bring her the luck of the Angels. And they named me after some weird demon thinking that it would toughen me up."
He raised an eyebrow. "I think it's pretty safe to say that they're a bit unusual."
"That sounds fair."
"They were sort of hippies," he said. "My mother's father was apparently loaded, and gave her an allowance for her entire life, so she never had to work. That gave my dad the opportunity to move us around all the time, chasing his get rich quick schemes."
"Did they ever work normal jobs?" I couldn't resist asking.
Eric rolled his eyes. "Of course not." He turned to me, taking my hands in his. "But there's something to be learned in every single situation we are thrown into. Angie and I learned how to work hard, and save every penny while hiding it from our parents. We learned to work as a team. We put each other through school, then started a company by researching brilliant people who had never been given enough opportunity."
"Are you close with your parents now?" I asked.
He shook his head. "My Dad stopped wanting to be monetarily rich as soon as he saw Angie and I become wealthy. We offered to buy them a house, but Dad shunned us. They moved to some monastery or ashram or something in India."
"Wow."
Eric looked slightly disturbed. "I wish them well on their spiritual journey, whatever it is. I just hope they have enough food from my mother's painting and my father's basket sculptures. The last I heard, that's what they were selling."
"Does your mother still get her allowance?"
He shrugged, with a long low exhale. “My grandparents passed away, so I have no idea. My mother has a brother, apparently, but I've never met him. All I have is her email address, but she only responds once or twice a year."
I squeezed his hands gently. "People lose their families in all sorts of ways. But to have them sort of drift off and disappear. That's awful. I'm sorry."
"I can imagine them waving incense and crystals, having the time of their lives," he said, trying to smile. "They know that they can contact us if they ever need help. That's their choice, I guess."
Eric leaned back on the couch, stretching his arm over the back to pull me into his shoulder. "It sounds like you’re pretty close with your family," he said.
I nodded. "I have some friends who have to call their mothers every single day. Luckily we're not that close." I rolled my eyes while Eric laughed.
"We check in o
nce a week or so. I know that I could call my Mom or Eva in the middle of the night and they would drop everything to help me. They're only an hour away, so it's a comfort knowing that I could run away and stay with either of them for a weekend to recharge."
"What about your grandmother?" He asked. "Do you drop in for tea all the time?"
