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  He looked at her for a long time, Lena suddenly feeling the urge to bring her hands up and cover her breasts. She looked down at him, completely clothed still while she was completely naked.

  “You're beautiful,” he said, his voice husky.

  Lena looked down for a minute, the compliment sending a swirl of butterflies soaring around her belly. “Okay,” she said, grabbing his shirt. “time to even things up.”

  “Cant wait to see me naked, huh?” he said, sitting up, smiling. “I don't blame you. It's quite a sight.”

  Lena laughed, reaching down and pulling his shirt off in one quick motion. Her hands went to his skin, warm to the touch, hard muscles underneath the surface. She scooted slightly up on his hips, feeling his cock press at her through his pants and rubbing slightly against it.

  “Nuh-uh,” he said, smiling. He grabbed her hips, quickly throwing her back on the bed and coming down on top of her. Lena sighed as his lips went to her neck again, arching up closer to him.

  He ran a leisurely path down her chest, between her breasts, over her belly, stopping at her pelvis and running his tongue back up the same path. His hand went to her breast, running his palm over the surface once before working small circles around the hardened point. His mouth went to the other nipple, licking it once and taking it inside and sucking hard.

  Lena's arm slapped down on his back, arching into his mouth, feeling the pressure building deep inside.

  Then his mouth was moving down the center of her body again, his fingertips stroking down her ribs, then moving down to her thighs, teasing them with the slightest pressure before grabbing her knees and pulling them apart. One of his hands moved upward, looking for her hand and taking it in his. His other arm moved under her knee, wrapping around and holding it against the mattress.

  Lena tensed when he didn't move. Just sat there, looking at the source of her heat for a disarmingly long moment. “Eric...” she said, her voice sounding confused.

  “Mmm,” he murmured, his breath heating her core, making her squirm. “Just let me look at your for a minute, baby,” he said quietly.

  Lena pushed her head back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling, her heart pounding in her chest. Look at her why? There didn't seem to be... too much to look at.

  But then his tongue moved between her sensitive folds. She arched up, a groan clawing its way out of her throat, grabbing his hand tighter in hers. “Is this what you want, baby?” he asked, barely lifting his face off of her heat.

  “Yes,” she said, her hips moving against him, begging.

  He turned his face slightly, kissing the ultra-sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice teasing.

  Lena made a whimpering sound, reaching down and grabbing the back of his head, leading him back to her, pushing his face closer.

  “Well if you're sure....” he said and she could practically hear the smile in his voice. His tongue went right to her clit, pushing it flat against it for a second.

  “Oh my god,” Lena moaned, curling her fingers into his hair. Her hips moved against him as his tongue started slow, excruciating circles around her sensitive point, pleading for fulfillment.

  His tongue started moving side to side rapidly, with the barest of pressure, making her hips arch off of the bed. She grabbed at his hand mindlessly, her moans coming out fast and urgent. She was so close. If he would just...

  Then he pulled quickly away.

  “No,” she cried, reaching to try to pull him against her again.

  Eric chuckled, planting kisses across her belly. He nipped at her hipbone before laying over her again. “I'm going to make you beg for it,” he said, looking down at her, his eyes heavy.

  “I don't beg,” she objected, pushing her thighs tightly together, trying to calm the raging need between them.

  “Well then this is going to be excruciating for you,” he said, smirking. He reached behind him, pushing his pants down his hips, squirming for a quick second until he was free from the material.

  He moved to straddle her hips, sitting back on his ankles.

  And she tried not to look. She genuinely did. But her eyes slid down his body. His pale skin, his thin hips, the trail of dark hair leading lower, begging her to keep going. His cock stood up, impossibly hard and large. Too big, she thought, looking at it, her lips parting.

  She'd heard the stories of large cocks before, girls looking at each other knowingly in the bathrooms as they discussed them. But she hadn't ever really seen one before. Not like Eric's. Not as thick and insistent and... satisfying looking as his.

  Her hand reach out, tentatively touching the soft skin of the head, running her thumb across it gently. Eric's breath hissed out of his lips, his eyes on hers. Lena pushed herself up on her elbows, moving slowly until she was sitting between his legs.

  She tilted her head upward, looking at him and his eyes closed for a second. “Jesus Lena,” he said.

  Lena felt her confidence build, watching him as her tongue stroked slow circles around his head, slowly taking it into her mouth.

  “Fuck,” he said, reaching down and pulling the hair away from her face, keeping his fingers there, twisted in the strands.

  Emboldened, she took him deeper into her mouth, stroking up and down, driven on by Eric's erratic breathing, coming out in choked huffs as she twisted her head around in a circular motion as she moved her mouth up and down on his hard length.

  Eric made a growling noise above of her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head backward. She looked up at him, her eyes full of defiance, the message clear: I can make you beg too.

  Eric bit into his lip, shaking his head. He moved quickly, grabbing her by the sides and throwing her backward onto the mattress. He leaned over her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head, coming down on her body. His leg pushed her thighs apart, his hips sliding between hers.

  “Ready to beg yet?” he asked, his voice coming out needy. Wanting her to say yes.

  Lena tried to push against his hands, but he was too strong. She smiled up at him, her eyes challenging. “Never,” she said, and he smiled, shaking his head at her.

  “Alright, you brought this on yourself then,” he said, his cock sliding between her folds, but moving away from her opening. He slid it up, laying the base flat against her folds, his hips rocking slightly.

  Lena's legs went up around the sides of his hips, rubbing against him, knowing it wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him buried deep inside her. She wanted him filling her completely, thrusting hard until her body spasmed around him.

  She tried to tilt her hips, move his cock so he pressed up against the entrance to her body.

  “Nope,” he said, grabbing both her wrists in one hand, and taking the other down and pushing hard against her hips, holding her in place. “Beg for it and you can end the torture,” he said close to her ear.

  Lena's legs collapsed back on the mattress and he laughed, letting her wrists go and moving down next to her. “Glutten for punishment huh?” he asked, reaching behind him and sliding the drawer of the nightstand open. He put the condom down next to her thigh, his hand moving across her skin and pressing against her head.

  His fingers pressed hard against her opening, throbbing against it but not penetrating. Lena turned her head to the side, looking in his eyes. He raised a brow at her, as if saying she could end it all right now. But she shook her head at him. He shrugged, crooking a finger and pushing it inside her.

  “Oh,” she cried out, her hips held still, anticipating.

  He stayed there for a long minute before finally pulling half way back out and then all the way back in.

  Lena's hand grabbed at the sheets, pushing her hips up to meet his finger each time he pushed inward. It wasn't enough. It wasn't what she needed.

  As if reading her thoughts, another finger slipped inside her. She groaned, his fingers twisting and rubbing against the sensitive skin at the top of h
er pussy. Her chest felt tight and she struggled for breath, knowing she was getting close.

  Eric watched her, squirming, moaning a strange half-satisfied sound. He knew she was almost there. A few more strokes against her g-spot and she would be spasming around his fingers. He reached down with his free hand, bringing the condom up to his mouth and ripping it open. He brought it down by his cock but didn't put it on. Waiting until she was past the point of pride.

  He pulled his fingers out of her just in time. Her hand slammed down on his stomach, frustrated.

  “Eric,” she breathed out.

  “Yeah, baby?” he asked, taking both of his hands and quickly slipping the condom on.

  Lena looked over at him, her eyes half-closed with need. “Please.”

  Eric smiled, kissing her once, moving on top of her quickly. He felt his cock push up against her heat and paused for a second, looking down at her.

  Lena tensed for a second, feeling his hardness press against her opening, feeling too big and she had a second of fear that he might not fit,t hat it would hurt, before she felt him slowly pressing inside her.

  Her eyes flew open, finding his as he eased himself into her, one slow inch at a time. Her walls pulled at him tightly, pushing him deeper. “Oh,” she groaned, shifting her hips.

  “You alright?” he asked, pushing his cock against her back wall. She was so tight, his cock nestled deep within her depths.

  “Don't stop,” she groaned, wrapping her hips around his lower back.

  Eric groaned, pulling himself half way out slowly, his lips coming down on hers.

  She moved her hips against him, his cock moving in and out of her slowly, teasing at what she needed. Her fingers dug into the skin of his back, her legs holding him tightly.

  “Faster,” she gasped and he quickly pulled his cock out and slammed it back into her. Again and again.

  Lena felt her breath catch in her throat. His arms went under her shoulders, his fingers crushing into her collarbones. He groaned, thrusting faster and faster. Lena angled her hips upward. This was it. Just a few more

  “Eric,” she cried out, her insides grabbing at his cock as an orgasm ripped its way through her body, making her hands dig into his skin, her legs shake uncontrollably around his body.

  “Fuck, Lena,” he groaned, slamming into her one more time, his body tensing. His fingers crushed into her collarbone, his back spasming quickly as he came, his breath hot on her neck.

  His weight came down on her, crushing her chest. She felt her breath whoosh out of her lungs. She wrapped her arms and legs around her tighter, feeling strangely emotional. Needing the closeness. She buried her face in his hair, breathing in his scent, her body shaking slightly in the aftershock.

  Eric's heart was beating wildly, threatening to burst from his chest. He buried his face in her neck. He was trying to draw in deep breaths, trying to push past the fog in his head.

  He had been close to orgasm from the second he pushed inside her impossibly tight pussy. He had been right about her. He knew that under the carefully restrained exterior there was someone incredibly passionate underneath. But he hadn't been prepared. For the challenge. For her openness. Her unabashed moans, her fingers ripping into his skin. For her submission.

  He had just barely kept it together.

  And then when she came, fast, hard, completely overwhelmed by it, he had finally lost his tight grip of control.

  He eased out of her slowly, turning away and disposing of the condom before turning back. She had turned onto her side, her legs pulled up and one arm draped carefully across her chest. He reached down toward the foot of the bed and pulled up the blanket, carefully situating it over them both as he laid down on his back.

  He reached for her, pulling her onto his chest. Her face settled up high, her hand resting on the outside of his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other across her upper body, trapping her arm under his.

  “You alright?” he asked, his voice sounding far away.

  “Mmhmm,” she murmured, wiggling against him, bringing a leg up and over his hips.

  Eric smiled, she sounded like she was half-asleep already. He released her arm, moving his hand up to toy with the strands of her hair. She mumbled something against him, kissing the skin on his chest, before her body went lax on him, her breathing slow and shallow, asleep.

  He laid there for a while, wondering how long it had been since he had actually spent the night with a woman. Usually they both clumsily dressed afterword, trying to force awkward conversation until he finally left. Or, once in a while, he remembered with a bit more shame than he cared to admit, they would fall asleep and he would slink out, usually not even leaving a note.

  He comforted himself knowing that they all knew what they were getting into with him. That he wasn't a relationship guy. That he had never lied to them. That he was, in fact, very clear about his desire for physical relationships only. And that they had still been willing to take the chance.

  But, he realized with more than a little alarm, even if he could sneak out on Lena, he really didn't want to.

  She sighed in her sleep, nuzzling her face against his chest like a cat and he felt himself laughing quietly. When she wasn't so carefully trying to keep everyone at a distance, she was soft and sweet, playful and sensual.

  He found himself wondering about getting under her armor more. What she was like when no one was looking? Did she sing into her hairbrush? Or yell at the TV? Did she walk around naked? Buy a gallon of ice cream and finish it in one night?

  Eric shook his head, trying to push the strange train of thought away.

  She was leaving.

  He had a very limited time to enjoy her company. And he needed to enjoy that company naked and tangled up in each other as much as possible. Not watching her watch television.

  Eric sighed, feeling unusually sad for reasons he didn't want to contemplate. He leaned down and kissed her hair again, closing his eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep.

  Eighteen

  It was the heat that woke her up. She opened her eyes feeling a bit disoriented to find all the blankets on the bed wrapped tight around her like a cocoon. She smiled up at the ceiling, sinking back into the blankets despite the heat.

  It was a sweet gesture. To wrap her up. To have thought about her comfort at all. She couldn't remember the last time she woke up to find that someone had put a blanket on her. It was a small, but profound, gesture.

  She pulled her arms out of the blankets, reaching out to touch the space beside her. She found it cool. Eric had left a while ago. But, she reminded herself, stifling a bit of disappointment, that was a good thing. She needed a little space. She needed to think things through since she had passed out too quickly to go over things the night before.

  And the night before, well, the night before had been unexpected. Amazing, she admitted, feeling her skin heat at the memory. There was no other word to describe how good that sex was. And it wasn't even just the sex. It was the intensity. The connection. The overwhelming intimacy.

  She had begged for it, she recalled, covering her face and making a strange squealing sound. She had actually begged a guy to fuck her. But, if there was one man a woman should beg to sleep with her, it's Eric O'reilly. Because he really, really knew what he was doing, she thought, feeling herself get turned on at the memory.

  He was dominant, but gentle. Demanding, but giving. It was the most intoxicating combination she had ever experienced. She started to wonder how many women it had taken for him to learn what he knew, and quickly pushed the thought away. It wasn't like she was some lily white flower before. And, she had to face it, if it wasn't for all those other women... she probably wouldn't have had such an amazing night.

  It was probably the first time she had had a first time with someone that hadn't been awkward, full of fumbling with each others clothes, cautious screwing because t
hey didn't know each others rhythms.

  Eric had just... known hers.

  Lena stretched, wincing a bit at the soreness between her thighs. It had been so long. She smiled, a part of her enjoying the intimate discomfort. She kicked off the blankets, laying there naked for a moment.

  She felt different. Relaxed, she realized with a snort. She was actually relaxed. She couldn't count all the times she had heard someone say that she needed to get laid. Even when she was seeing someone and having somewhat regular sex. Maybe it was more accurate to say she needed to just... get completely lost in hers and someone elses body. Which was not how she had experienced sex in the past.

  Lena got out of bed naked and went to the door, peeking out into the hall for any sign of life before quickly running toward the bathroom and shutting herself in. She turned the shower water on hot, hoping to ease a bit of the ache in her thigh muscles. She washed her hair, humming some silly song that always got stuck in her head when she was showering.

  “Really? That's your shower song?” Eric asked, pulling the shower curtain aside.

  Lena screeched, slamming back against the shower wall. Her hand when to her heart, slightly bending forward, trying to take a normal breath.

  “Jesus, Eric,” she said, looking up at him. “you could have knocked. I didn't know you were still here.”

  A slow, lazy smile spread across his face as his hands slipped lower and pushed his pants off of his waist. Lena's eyes moved downward, seeing his cock already hard and straining for her.

  “Don't get any ideas,” Eric said, his voice teasing as he stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed. “I'm here to shower,” he said, smiling wickedly. “not for your pleasure.”

  Lena's mouth fell open, squinting her eyes and pushing him out from under the water. “I was here first,” she declared, reaching for the body wash.

  Eric grabbed it out of her hand, chuckling. “Yeah, but this is mine,” he said, opening the cap and squeezing it into his hands. He watched her as he lathered it up in his hands, then reached out and started scrubbing it into her hair.