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Author: Olivia Cunning
“Eric,” she groaned. “Rub me, please. ”
“I thought that’s what I was doing. ”
“Oh, my clit. Please, Eric. ”
“Show me what you want, Rebekah. ”
She supported her upper body on one hand and reached between her legs to stroke her clit.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Make yourself come. ”
She cried out when the first waves of release gripped her. Eric swore under his breath and slid from beneath her body to kneel behind her. He pulled his fingers free of her clenching pussy and replaced them with his cock. Still stroking her clit, still coming, Rebekah rubbed her face over the mattress and rocked back to meet his hard, deep thrusts.
“You are the sexiest woman in existence,” he said in a low growl, and for once, she believed him.
He leaned over her back and pushed the bodice of her outfit down to free her breasts. He kneaded them roughly as he pounded and pinched her nipples between his fingers. She moved her hand to gently stroke his balls as he thrust into her. He straightened again and leaned back slightly so she could reach him better. She glanced over her shoulder to catch him watching the action between their bodies. “Your pussy is so beautiful as it swallows my cock,” he whispered. “Can you hear how wet it is?”
Hear it? Yeah, she could hear the squish of her fluids each time their bodies came together.
“It’s wet for you, Eric. You fill it so well. ”
He rewarded her compliment by dipping the tip of one finger into her ass.
“Mmmm,” she purred.
“You’re such a naughty nurse,” he said. “Do you like my finger in your ass?”
“Oh yes. ”
He pressed his finger deeper. She massaged his nuts more vigorously. Eric’s breath hitched, and he grabbed her hips to hold her still while he let go inside her. They still needed to work on timing their orgasms to coincide. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed. “Thank you, nurse. That was a wonderful treatment. ”
She grinned. She was just getting started.
Chapter 14
“Are you sure we have to go back?” Eric murmured and tugged Rebekah closer. They were both sticky with cum and sweat and saliva. He doubted he could get it up again, but he was far from ready to share her with the rest of the world. The sex was phenomenal, but just being with her was enough to make him giddy.
“We have to be in Austin in two days. ”
“So we stay in bed for another twenty-four hours, and we’ll take off then. It won’t take me long to drive from Phoenix to Austin. ”
She laughed. “No way in hell am I letting you drive that far, Eric Sticks. ”
“Then we’ll get on a plane. ”
“I think Jon will want his car back. ”
“Like I care. ”
“This isn’t the end of our relationship, sweetheart. Just the beginning. We’ll have other nights together. ”
He was that transparent, was he? She was right. They would have other nights. Days. Evenings. Mornings. Afternoons. Hopefully, a lifetime full of them.
“Let’s go take a shower,” she said.
Eric lifted his head about an inch off the pillow but couldn’t muster the strength to open his eyes and look at her. “Together?”
“Unless you have a better idea. ”
“It’s a great idea. I just don’t think I can stand. ” He dropped his head back on the pillow. “You wore me out, woman. ”
“Awww, poor baby. Did I ride my cowboy too long?” she asked, grabbing the cowboy hat from the bed and squashing it on his head.
He grinned. “I’m not complaining. ”
“Perhaps if you hadn’t insisted that you had a six-shooter. ” She giggled and ran a finger down his limp cock. Eric doubted it would ever work again.
“I should have stopped after three. ”
“You lasted over half an hour that last time. ” She rose on one arm, knocked his hat back, and looked at him. “Seems my theory was correct. ”
“I’m surprised I came that last time. I don’t think there’s anything left in my balls but dust. ”
“I’m a little tender down there too,” she admitted.
“Do you need me to kiss it and make it feel better?” His kiss landed on the tip of her nose as it was the only place he could reach with no effort.
“Don’t tempt me. ” She kissed his chest and extracted her body from his feeble embrace. “I’m going to shower. I hope you’ll find the energy to join me. ”
He groaned but stayed sprawled across the center of the bed. A moment later, he heard the spray of the shower. Rebekah’s off-key rendition of Sinners’ newest song, “Sever,” brought a smile to Eric’s lips. He drifted on the edge of consciousness until Rebekah’s shriek of terror pulled him directly to his feet. He crashed into the bathroom and found Rebekah, soaking wet and soapy, standing on the toilet lid clinging to the towel bar.
“What’s wrong?”
She pointed at the shower with a shaky hand. The water was still running behind the shower curtain. He tossed the curtain back, expecting to see a dead body, or at the very least, Norman Bates in drag. There was nothing there.
“Why did you scream?”
“Sp-spider!”
Eric searched the shower, looking for the huge, hairy tarantula that had her hyperventilating. Nope. Nothing.
“I don’t see anything. ”
“It’s right there!” she screeched, clinging to his shoulder as she pointed into the far corner.
Eric climbed into the tub, the water hitting him in the back, and found the tiny arachnid hiding behind the bottle of complementary shampoo.
“This little thing?”
Eric scooped the spider into his hand, and it skittered up his wrist. This sent Rebekah into a fit of hysterics. She leapt off the toilet and scrambled into the bedroom, making sounds of heebie-jeebiness and rubbing her hands all over her body while she high-stepped across the carpet.
Eric captured the spider and held it in a loose fist. Its little legs scurried about on his palm as it tried to escape. Watching Rebekah freak out in the nude was far too great a temptation for him to resist.
“Got him,” Eric announced as he joined her in the bedroom.
“Did you kill it?” she wanted to know, skirting a wide berth around him.
“He’s fine,” Eric assured her and opened his hand. The spider dashed to the end of his finger, about to kamikaze itself onto the floor, when Rebekah’s shriek and acrobatic leap onto the bed startled it into cowering on Eric’s fingertip. Chuckling, Eric secured the creature in his hand again.
“It’s just a little spider, Reb. It won’t hurt you. ”
“I hate spiders. ”
“I think that goes without saying. ”
“Get rid of it!”
He opened the door to the balcony and set the spider free outside. He turned to find Rebekah still standing in the middle of the bed with one hand over the center of her chest.
“It’s gone. ”
“You should have squashed it. ”
“Awww, what did the little guy ever do to you?”
“Tried to give me a heart attack, that’s what. ”
She hopped off the bed and headed back toward the bathroom, scanning her surroundings.
Eric followed her. “I think I should join you, in case another murderous creature tries to attack. ”
“I agree!” She climbed into the still running shower and pulled him into the tub with her.
Instead of washing, she wrapped him in both arms and kissed him hungrily. “Mmmm,” he murmured. “I should save you from man-eating spiders more often. ”
“My hero. ”
He chuckled. “So I’m assuming it wouldn’t turn you on if I dressed up like Spider-Man and spurted my magic web all over you. ”
She grinned. “I’
m not sure. I might get over my arachnophobia if you did. We’ll have to try. ”
Chapter 15
Eric and Rebekah stopped by the stadium to pick up Jon. He was sitting on the curb poking a rock with a stick when they arrived. He looked up when the Jeep stopped and stared daggers at Eric.
“About fucking time,” he grumbled. “That’s the last time I let you borrow my car, Sticks. ”
“Sorry it took us so long. We had a lot of fucking to do,” Eric said. He hesitated, still not sure how much he should censor those inappropriate thoughts.
“Yeah, we did,” Rebekah agreed.
Ah God, he loved this woman.
“Who’s driving?” Jon asked.
“You are,” Eric said.
“He’s not a maniac like you are, is he?” Rebekah asked.
“He’s an entirely different kind of maniac. You’re sober, I hope,” Eric said to Jon.
“Un-fucking-fortunately. ”
Rebekah slid from the driver’s seat to Eric’s lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Keep me company in the backseat?” she whispered into his ear.
Eric’s cock instantly hardened. “I hope you don’t mind if we take a little nap in the backseat while you drive. We had a long night. ”
“Of fucking,” Jon said. “Yeah, so you said. You really owe me now, Sticks. Making me wait here for three hours after the buses left. Sed absolutely refused to let me even ride in the equipment truck. ”
“He told you if he caught you doing drugs, you weren’t allowed near the tour vehicles again. You’re a liability. ”
“It was just a little cocaine. ”
“I thought it was crack. ”
“Oh yeah. But I’m clean now. ”
Eric wasn’t so sure. Jon’s eyes looked a bit bloodshot, but probably because he’d been drinking the night before. They weren’t glassy though. Maybe Jon was finally clean. Eric hoped so. He wanted that for him.
Eric joined Rebekah in the backseat, and Jon climbed into the driver’s seat. They headed east out of Phoenix toward Austin. Rebekah cuddled up against Eric, her face pressed against his side, and promptly fell asleep. Eric was exhausted too, but there was no way he would sleep while Jon was driving, so he just held her while she slept and stroked the smooth skin of her arm.
After nearly an hour of silence, Jon said, “You know, maybe you could say something to Sed about letting me back on the bus. ” He looked at Eric through the rearview mirror.
“Forget it, Jon. You’ve had too many chances already. You never learn. ”
“But you—”
“Owe you. Yeah, I think I’m aware of that. You bring it up every time I see you. ”
“You know, if I hadn’t taken the fall for you, you’d be the one watching a replacement play your music. You have no idea how much that sucks. ”
“That wasn’t the only reason Sed told you to get lost. It was just the last straw. ”
“I took the fall for you, Eric. Don’t forget that. ”
How could Eric possibly forget when Jon rubbed it in his face constantly? He was half-tempted to tell Sed that he’d been the one to take the band’s last five hundred dollars, leaving them without enough money to fix the transmission on the tour bus. Shit. Eric couldn’t help that he was a sucker for a pretty face. Speaking of pretty faces. He pressed a kiss to Rebekah’s soft hair. She shifted in her sleep, and her hand landed in his lap. Her fingers curled, cupping his balls, while her palm pressed against his suddenly attentive cock.
Eric shifted her hand to his thigh before he contemplated molesting her in her sleep. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to repay you, Jon. No matter what I do, it’s never enough for you. ”
Rebekah moved her hand back to his crotch. While she rested against him with her body limp and yielding, as if she were still asleep, she slowly unzipped his pants. Apparently, their talking had woken her.
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