by Dark Angel
It’s too much to hold back as my orgasm pushes against Eric’s, and I tighten my grip on the sides of the dresser. I’m lost in the intensity of our cum mixing together. Eric’s hand slides in between my thighs as I clench them together, feeling the cum running down my legs. I feel it coating my inner thighs, and my legs shake under my body. Eric removes his hand and wraps his arms around my waist, and together we tumble to the soft plush carpet that covers the bedroom floor.
Eric lays flat as I sit on his chest. I spin around with my legs in the air and I am facing his cum-covered cock in a flash. Leaning forward, I wrap my hands around his thick, slick shaft, and I run my tongue across his massive head. The taste of us together on his cock sends a pure euphoric sensation through my body. He reaches his hands out and caresses my ass, parting my cheeks and exposing my hole to him.
Running his fingers across my opening, it makes me shiver as I run my tongue down the full length of his shaft. My tongue tingles as I make my way back up to the head of his cock, and I swallow up the full head, sucking deep and hard. I’m determined to clean every inch of cum we’ve both covered his cock in. I can hear Eric's ragged breaths in reaction. He pushes his fingers into my ass. Twisting and swirling them deeply, my ass puckers around his fingers. I gasp to catch my own breath at the invasion.
I pull his entire cock deep into my throat and slide my tongue slowly over every inch of it. I don’t want to miss a drop of our lovely loads hitting my tongue. Closing my eyes, I get lost in the moment of sucking his cock clean. So much cum covers his cock, and my fingers fall to his balls massaging them. I tighten my suction around his shaft, running my tongue up and down Eric’s enormous length.
His fingers slide out of my ass just to feel him thrust them back inside me even deeper. My gasps vibrate around his cock. Arching my back, I wiggle my ass onto his fingers, my mouth slides off his cock, and I lick the tip of my tongue down to his balls.
I flick his balls with my tongue before I pull them deep into my mouth. My tongue swirls around them as I move my hands to jerk and stroke the full length of his cock.
Leaning forward, Eric runs his hands down to cover mine, and together with our fingers interlocked, we stroke his shaft in slow and even steady strokes. My head rests on Eric’s shoulder as he runs his tongue across my neck. It sends a shudder through my body, and I turn my head to face him. I melt into him as he presses his lips to mine; the touch of his kiss makes everything drift away. Everything that surrounds us seems to be a million miles away.
We stay like this for what seems like forever, lost in our embrace.
17
Eric
I blink my eyes open to find it’s dark. There’s light coming in from the window with the blinds not fully closed. I wonder what time it is, so I reach out a hand to brush her hair out of her face and grab my phone at the side of the bed. I find myself just staring at her. It’s as if I’m taking in her innocence and absorbing everything about her.
She’s not only beautiful, but intelligent, too. That innocence of hers turned downright wild last night and it was incredible. It was more incredible than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I curl a lock of her hair around my fingers and carefully lean closer to pull her into me. Fuck, she’s got me wrapped around her little finger. Or that’s the way it feels right now. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going at the moment.
I know that I should be going to work soon, or at least get ready. I don’t have any early morning patients, but I do have some mid afternoon appointments and I’ll want to show up before then for any walk-ins. Yet, I’m lying down and the only thing on my mind is Elia. I want to take her again, but both of us have to give it a rest for a least a few hours before we overload our nerves with too many orgasms.
But I can’t sleep. I get up and start walking around the penthouse, finally deciding to head to my gym. Whenever I feel this restless, I get on my treadmill and jog. I train like crazy, not because I’m obsessed with being a fully-pumped meathead, but it’s the best way to get rid of the stress. The eight pack abs, bulging biceps, and rippling muscles are more than welcome, however. I know how much Elia loves to touch, to kiss, to lick them. Fuck, I’ll get hard just thinking about this if I don’t calm down.
Luckily with my own indoor gym, I can afford to just pop in further down the penthouse and be in my own world. I don’t have to worry about bumping into other runners when I can do it in the comfort of my own home.
I grab a pair of shorts. I just need my sneakers and I’m good to go. As soon as I walk into the gym, the lights brighten the space and I turn up some high-tempo music. After a short warm-up with the music pumping loud in the soundproof room, I decide to increase the speed.
I can’t get Elia out of my fucking mind. I thought that being away from the bed would help do that. It’s as if I’m a fucking drug addict and all I see is her face. I think back to our date, when she said that she had plans for the store.
She knows that a real presence is missing in the store. It’s not just about the books. There are book conventions, author signings, and the store has none of that. It needs to do more than just sell books; it needs real authors to come in and have signings or team up with wine stores and do other kinds of promotions. So many fucking ideas, and the more she talked the more I loved to watch her enthusiasm.
The type that Ryan has never shown any interest in doing, if he did then maybe the store wouldn’t be in a mess.
That’s fucking it.
It’s not about buying it, it’s about giving her something that she can make real use of. The store. The one that she’s so passionate about. That’s fucking it!
I’ll give her one present that she’ll never forget. She won’t just be working at the bookstore. She’ll be owning it. That’s an investment in my future, her future...
And if I’m honest, it is an investment in my daughter Rose’s future. Because I know I’m getting serious about Elia.
18
Elia
The best part of this week is that Ryan’s not here. It means that I can get on with my job hunting. The sooner I don’t have to worry about coming to work and bumping into him, the better.
“What do you think happened to Ryan?” Becca asks as soon as we stop and have a quick coffee break. We’re not stopping from helping all the customers. We’re just taking a break from re-arranging the book displays hoping that someone will stop by and shop. Anyone! Just so that we can sell something for a change.
“I don’t know,” I say, shrugging, because I really don’t care. I’m just glad he’s not here. “Maybe he had other things to do and couldn’t make it?”
“Still, he usually tells us something before disappearing like this. He just left a note. Who does that in this day and age?”
I stop for a minute to look at her, wondering why she’s so damn curious. I am starting to feel really paranoid. I’m not sure who to trust right now, and after recent events with Ryan and how clueless I was about his true intentions, I decide I’ll choose not to trust anyone until proven otherwise. At least until I do know what’s going on with Ryan.
“What could he even be doing?” Becca asks. I don’t know why and I just feel uncomfortable with this whole conversation now.
I bite my lip and think about something else to talk about. I need to stop just sipping my coffee and get to work or make some calls. There’s just one problem. I don’t trust Becca right now, so I prefer not to do it in front of her.
“We could just move that display nearer the front? Everyone’s reading all the erotic books these days.”
“Sure, but they prefer to get them on Kindle because they don’t want people knowing what they’re reading.”
I nod my head thinking that I remember seeing a report about it. “Thing is, with Naughty Angel Publishing getting so big, I think people are really crowding stores to get their titles. We need to give them a display upfront. Have you read Cindersmellya?”
Becca looks at m
e, confused, and I’m about to explain to her how she’s missing out on an awesome book smut revolution as people collect paperbacks of their favorite book boyfriends...but then Eric walks into the store in a dark blue suit and a silver tie.
I’m glad that Rebecca and I are no longer alone in the store. I can have someone else to talk to, and it won’t involve the whereabouts of Ryan.
And of course i’m thrilled to see Eric. I can’t hide that from you. I don’t want to. I mean you know every move I tried in the bedroom, and dining room, is because I do read the Naughty Angel books. I’m getting my orgasms. Why shouldn’t I be happy to see the man that offers them up so freely.
Now I get that shirt everyone had a few years back. Orgasm Donor. Wonder if Eric’s driver’s license has that on it...
“Hey!” I call out with enthusiasm, moving from behind the counter to greet him without thinking about it. He looks so hot..I wish that my shift was over so that we could go back to his, the place that I’m starting to call my second home lately. We spend more time hanging at his than mine. His penthouse is bigger, and I just love chilling in the open space and not in my small studio apartment. Because he hasn’t had his daughter, it was a good way for me to spend time with him that he says he normally spends with Rose.
“I didn’t expect you to come in today.”
The tight expression on his face melts when I throw my arms around his neck for a quick hug. I pull away in the next second with a flush growing on my face as my mind catches up to what my body is doing. I’m not even hiding there’s something going on between us.
“Hey, back,” he says with a small smile. “I wanted to come and surprise you.”
Then his eyes dart to the open back door. He probably thinks that Ryan has come back from the unexpected trip he claimed that he had to take. He left a note for Becca saying that she’s in charge until he comes back. Ryan was vague about that piece of information, too.
This is only adding to my distrust of Becca, of course.
I touch his arm and pull back. “Ryan hasn’t come back in yet.”
“Good!”
I give him a sheepish look and move away from Becca, who’s watching us like a hawk.
“I’m stepping outside for a bit.” I tell her, not looking at her still.
I tug on Eric’s arm for us to leave, but he’s standing still and telling Becca, “We’re going out to lunch. I’ve got a couple of hours free.”
She mumbles, “It’s a bit early for lunch.”
“Coffee, then.”
“Elia,” Rebecca’s dark eyes cast over me as she moves closer to us, “I need to go out to the optometrist. You said that you would cover for me, and Dana’s coming in an hour to help you out. So, you can’t really go out now.”
Wow, where did that come from? This is literally the first I’m hearing of any of this.
Just then Eric’s phone rings, and he steps out to take the call. Meanwhile, in a flash, Becca manages to grab her purse and is heading out the door.
What the heck just happened to today! I wait for Eric to come back in, but then he simply kisses me on the cheek.
“It seems that I do need to go back to the office, I have a walk-in. Allergy season scares a lot of parents, probably nothing major,” Eric says with his trademark charming smile that makes me want to melt. “Don’t forget that I’m picking you up for dinner. You finish at seven tonight, right?”
I nod my head.
“Good, I’ll be on time...don’t be late.”
“Sure, see you later, hon,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him but laughing.
Then like that, I’m alone in the store again. This time I don’t have a creepy boss to worry about, or anyone working with me. There’s only one thing to do, start writing applications for a new job.
***
Seven on the dot, Eric’s at the bookstore to pick me up. Dana didn’t arrive to take over from Becca, and when I called her to find out if she was on her way, she said that she’s not due in until tomorrow, which means that Becca lied, which makes no sense. I don’t get why she would lie about a thing like that. I was going to talk to Eric about this whole weirdness at work in the restaurant, but I don’t think that I can wait that long to vent to someone. I feel like I’m losing my mind or something.
“You know the weird thing?” “What?” he says as he takes a corner. I don’t even ask what restaurant we’re going to. I just can’t get over the way Becca was acting and then I think about a couple of girls yesterday. They were doing the same thing. It feels as if everyone’s in the know about our relationship or something, and they don’t want to talk to me about it.
“I’ve noticed a few times at the store, whenever I come across the girls grouped together they’re either laughing or talking in hushed tones, but as soon as they see me, they stop.”
“Okay? I don’t want to sound like a dick, but doesn’t like all of mankind, and womankind, do that?” I sigh as I realize I sound like a little kid complaining about the other kids on the playground during recess.
“So, what do think’s going on?”
“Eric, I think they know about when you punched Ryan and this is why they’re acting this way. Maybe they think I’m sleeping with the new owner.”
“Oh, Elia, you worry too much, babe.” He picks up my hand and kisses it. I love the way his lips touch my hand so tenderly.
“The only thing you need to worry about is having enough energy for tonight.”
He winks at me, and I smile. I’m a bit annoyed about the way that he dismissed the subject, but then I think that I won’t be working there anymore. Eric and I don’t discuss the purchase, but it’s clear that the way things are with Ryan disappearing that the likelihood of him selling to Eric is pretty non-existent...even if Eric doesn’t want to admit it.
19
Eric
As we entered Bella Nocte, I expected Elia to be a bit enthusiastic, but she just smiled as we sat down at our table.
“This is one of the top restaurants in the country.” I smile at her, but her mood doesn’t change. Of course, I know that she doesn’t care about fancy restaurants.
But she told me once that she wanted to taste real Tiramisu, and I told her that I would have to take her to have the best. That’s at Bella Nocte.
“Order for me,” she says as we're given our menus, waving it away as if the sight of it was too much to bear.
Did I miss something? I know that she liked when I ordered for her at Thai Palace, when Elia wasn’t sure what she wanted. Now it just seems like she’s sure that she doesn’t want to be here.
I remember her talking in the car about something weird going on with her coworkers, but the way she’s sitting in front of me, pushing food around her plate, tells me maybe I should’ve offered more support and insight into the issue. I don’t know what I could say, though.
“A penny for your thoughts?”
“What?”
I roll my eyes. “Elia, it’s like eating with one of your customers in the bookstore.”
“No one’s ever in there.” She seems utterly confused by my little joke.
“Exactly!”
She gives me a sheepish smile, then looks down with a sigh.
Elia is not her usual self. Not the vivacious, lively girl that I’m falling for. She’s so withdrawn right now and I want to help.
“What’s wrong? It would be easier if you just told me.” I give her my undivided attention as I push my chair back and cross my arms. Maybe I was too harsh in the car, and I should’ve told her to wait until we got here. I don’t know. Fuck! This whole thing is new to me. Dating. Being a boyfriend. At times it’s so fucking easy, and at other times, it’s so fucking complicated and a constant guessing game.
She chews thoughtfully on her lips, and I wait. I feel as if new diners are coming in and eating and leaving in the time that it’s taking her to spit it out. I just don’t want to push her. But I’m losing patience because I hate that Elia is so wound up. I just wan
t her to feel happy again.
“I wanted to bring this up with you,” she says slowly. “I’m just not sure how to say it…” she trails off, nibbling her lip. Finally, her eyes meet mine on a sigh. “It’s about work.”
Elia wants to talk about the store again, when before tonight, she’s been talking about going for another job. But by the time she finds one, she’ll be the proud new owner of the same store, but without a creepy boss.
“What about work?”
“Well, it’s about us. No one has said anything,” she says timidly. “More like in how they act, you know? I can't say I know what they’re thinking, but I doubt it’s anything good. I just don’t understand why Becca ran off like that today and before you came in, she was going on about why Ryan left the store like that. He left her a note. He never called, and his phone was switched off.”
I immediately switch off the moment she mentions his name. I can tell it’s bothering her. So, I ask the magic question, “What do you think should happen from now on? Is there something I need to do?” Apart from not punching her boss into the next season. I can’t think of anything that I’ve done wrong to date.
She shrugs, and I can see that this conversation’s on the road to nowhere. So, I crack a little joke, “After I buy the store, I could fire them all. Would that make it easier?”
“Please take this seriously, Eric.” She picks up some salad and then puts it back down. “I’m not really in the mood to eat right now.”
She frowns and then crosses her arms.
“I don’t get it. Lunch time you were all happy, and now we’re out, and you’re acting as if this is the last place that you want to be. Maybe I should just ask for the check.”
