I raise my arm over my head to wave my goodbye. “It was nice meeting you!” As his friends leave, I melt into Eric’s touch, meeting his mouth with mine. “It’s too bad you don’t have any actual furniture,” I tease him. “An obstacle course could be fun.”
“I’ll have a team out by tomorrow with shit way better thanfurniture,” he growls. “Just say the word.”
With his mouth locked onto mine, his tongue slips past my lips and his hands fiddle with the makeshift belt keeping his rolled-up jeans in place above my hips. As soon as he getsthe knot untied, the denim falls off of my legs and lands on the floor in a puddle of worn blue fabric.
Eric drops to his knees in a way that has to be painful, but he seems completely unphased as he takes my hips in his hands, hoisting me up until my thighs settle over his shoulders. His teeth meet my inner thigh, nibbling at my skin in a way that sends me reeling. I let out a whine as his tongue makes contact with my skin, teasing enough that I’m half tempted to grab his head and put that tongue exactly where I want it.
The jewelry in his mouth is the first to make contact with my clit and I gasp as he manages to move both the jewelry and the tip of his tongue as if they’re teammates working together to drive me crazy. After teasing me right up to the edge, he moves his tongue, working in broad strokes over my pussy, and I moan, leaning back against the island’s counter, using my forearms to hold myself up while he plunges it inside of me. My hips roll against his face and I reach down to ball his hair tightly in my fist, earning a groan in response that vibrates up through my entire body.
“This pussy’s so fuckin’ sweet,” he growls before diving back into me.
Suction hits me with a wave of pleasure as he pulls my clit into his mouth, only made more intense as he hums against it. I cry out, all of the oxygen leaving my lungs and my entire body tensing; the hand holding his hair yanks, pulling his face harder against me. The only way that this could feel any better would be if he had seven heads to use to bite me all over, to just really sink his teeth into me.
A finger sinks deep inside of me and I whine at the sudden feeling, only to come back down when it’s abruptly removed from my pussy. That same finger plays a game of catch and release with my pleasure, entering and leaving again, until it’s joined by a second finger, the two of them working together to settle in deep and curl inside of me, and I let out a long, desperate moan. A series of loud groans risefrom his post between my legs, Eric’s hot breath dancing across my skin in time with them. My legs hook around Eric’s neck, securing his head so tightly against me that I worry for a second that I might suffocate him; but he only chuckles, satisfied with himself.
His tongue slithers across my clit again, joining the fingers carefully coaxing the sweet spot inside of me, and I crack apart, crying out with an orgasm so intense that I can’t help but put a hand over my face as my head falls backward and all of the air is pulled from my lungs.
When my body finally stops bucking, Eric lets my legs fall from his shoulders and he trails kisses from my pussy up the plane of my stomach, lifting my shirt until he reaches my breasts with his lips. His mouth finally meets mine with a slow, satisfied kiss.
His hand reaches for my jaw, holding it firmly, and he forces my head to look downward toward his lap. “Look at what you did to me, Sugar.” My eyes land on a patch of darkened fabric at his thigh, liquid seeping through the light wash of his jeans, and heat floods my body.
“Imade you—?” I gape, shaking my head. “Shut up. I did not.”
“Believe what you want,” he smirks.
I hook my fingers into his belt loops, pulling him closer to me.
We’ve spent so much time together, but now he’s really in my arms, and I don’t ever want to let him go.
“You’re making me not want to leave,” I tell him.
“Come on.” With his hands around my sides, he hoists me off of the counter and onto the ground, landing a firm smack on my ass. “Rip off the bandaid.”
TWENTY-FIVE
Sophia
I only spent one night at Eric’s apartment, but pulling into the Envy parking lot in his big white pickup truck, it feels like I haven’t been here in weeks. Eric guides the truck into the space next to my silver Honda Civic and he cuts the engine. We sit in a heavy silence for long moments, almost as if we’re saying goodbye. As if we haven’t seen each other nearly every night for the past month. As if we’ll never see each other again.
Eric’s phone lands in my lap, the screen open to a contact creation page. “Put your number in,” he tells me. “I’m not losing track of you again.”
I pick up the phone, tapping my thumbs along the screen to fill in my information before handing it back to him. Digging into my my purse, I pull my own phone from the pocket it’s tucked nicely into and hand it to him. He turns the phone over to look at my case; covered in black glitter with a small beaded chain at the top to match.
“It’s easier to find glitter in the club if you drop your phone,” I explain.
“Oh right, it’s not because you just like the glitter,” he teases. He types in his information, handing his phone back to me with a smirk.
“’Dick Me Down Davis’?” I snort. “You’re insufferable.”
I move to open the passenger door and his hand wraps firmly around my throat, pulling me back to him so that he can plant a bruising kiss to my lips. I melt into his touch, wishing just a little bit that I could dive back into his little world, into his massive bed, and vanish into him for just a while longer.
“I’ll see you real soon, Sugar,” he tells me as I climb out of the truck, dragging myself away from him and into the doors of Envy.
It’s early; there shouldn’t be many people inside, so I shouldn’t have much trouble getting my things from my locker, but I can’t shake the sense of dread that hangs over my neck like a guillotine waiting to drop.
I hurry back to the employee lounge, heading straight for my locker. The only other person inside is Crystal; one of the girls who work here who doesn’twantto work here. She’s like me. “Hey,” I whisper to her as I turn the combination lock that keeps my things safe. “Come here.”
When she approaches me, I quietly tell her about the offer that Eric and his friends made to us as I empty the locker of my things, and I try to explain the paperwork that they showed me, but I didn’t understand most of it, so a lot of what I tell her is just what I can copy from my memory of the conversation with Eric’s friend. I pass Colt’s phone number on to her and tell her to let him know that Noelle is the one who gave her the information.
