Taming Eric (27 page)

He dragged his gaze from hers and started the car, pulling out of the car park and headed for home. Typically although Devonport wasn’t that big a city, they got every red light along the way which only served to delay them finally getting onto the country roads. He was sure they were conspiring against him to make him suffer for as long as possible. The pain in his groin was a constant distraction and he frequently had to try and readjust himself through his
jeans.

Eric flinched when Natasha’s hand suddenly touched his thigh and his eyes shot over to hers. Fuck but this was not a good time to touch him. Not while he was trying to drive and not while he was dealing with a hard on that was being strangled in his
jeans.

Just to add to his torment, she moved her hand up his thigh until she was cupping him through his jeans. At her touch, he jerked and the car swerved slightly until he brought it back under control. “Fuck baby, don’t do that. You’ll have us wrapped around the nearest
tree.”

She ignored him and popped his jeans open before easing the zipper down and he dragged in a ragged breath. What the hell was she trying to do to him? Whatever it was, if she didn’t stop, she was going to cause them to crash. “Natasha, please.” He b
egged.

“Let me take care of
you.”

He groaned. “While we’re driving
baby?”

“I’ll be quick.” She told him and he cursed. She was right. One touch and he was going to blow everywhere, or kill them when he lost control of the car and hopefully that would be quick because being caught in such a compromising situation would be as embarrassing as all
fuck.

“It will be fucking quick alright. One touch and I’m going to explode if we don’t die first when I lose control of the car.” He tried to make light of it, but the reality was one touch could very well make him lose control, both of himself and th
e car.

“I have every faith in your ability to get us home safely.” She told him as she slipped her hand gently into his jeans and pulled his cock free. It stood there, jutting out from his opened jeans and she turned away digging around in her handbag. What the hell was she doing? She couldn’t just leave him like this, cock out. It might be hard to explain if they were pulled over by the police for any r
eason.

Eric tried to concentrate on his driving but Natasha started arranging tissues around his cock like she was spreading the picnic blanket out and even tucked a few into the waistband of his jeans. Ok, this was different. Obviously she was preparing for him coming in a spectacular fashion going by how many tissues she had laid out and at the centre of them all, his hard, straining cock rose, ready for some action. “Fuck baby. Do you think that’s going to be enough? The way I’m feeling, I think a tarp would be more effective.” He joked, but even to his ears, his voice sounded str
ained.

She gave him her Mona Lisa smile. “Deal with it Mr. It’s either the tissues or I leave you as you are until we get
back.”

“Fuck it then. Just do your worst.” He ground out because the alternative of being left high and dry wasn’t something he wanted to con
sider.

He braced himself but when her fingers touched him, he exhaled noisily, his body tensing. She curled her hand around his cock and started sliding her palm up and down the length of him, brushing her thumb over the engorged head. His breath left him in a loud hiss and his grip tightened on the steering wheel. Fuck, it felt so good but it was taking every effort for him to concentrate on driving and he swerved a couple of times when his hands twitched on the wheel almost in time with the twitching of his cock as Natasha touche
d him.

The pressure rapidly built within him and he tensed his grip so tight on the steering wheel, his knuckles had turned white. Unable to control himself, he thrust up into her hand, as much as he could while in the car and restrained by his seat belt. Natasha’s fingers tightened around him, her hand moving faster up and down his shaft until with a low groan, he blew, his cock jerking as cum pumped from it landing on his bare stomach, the tissues and her hand. Shit but it felt so fucking good, messy but so damned am
azing.

Once he’d finished emptying himself everywhere, Natasha wiped him down, wrapping up the tissues and depositing them on the floor of the car before licking his cum from her fingers which resulted in him being distracted again and he had to force himself to focus on the road and not the sight of her licking herself clean. A sight he found incredibly sexy to
watch.

She then tucked his softening penis back into his jeans but she didn’t zip him up again which he was kind of grateful for in case she accidently jammed him inside. He reached out to take her hand, raising it to his lips to kiss her palm. “You are so fucking amazing. You’re the only woman I’ve ever known who acts like she enjoys doing that. I’m used to women who do it reluctantly and they never swallow and they sure as hell never lick it off themselves.” He told her before releasing her
hand.

“I do enjoy it Eric. I love to swallow, I love the taste and I love to watch you come. It’s kind of a power trip for me to know I can reduce you to this, to know that I’m responsible.” She told him as she trailed a finger down his cheek and that was enough to get things stirring in his
jeans.

“Oh fuck baby, you’re making me hard again. I’ve never known a woman like you. You’re one of a kind Natasha.” He glanced over at her one more time before he returned his attention to the road and they were both quiet for the rest of the drive
home.

CHAPTER 12

Once they were home Eric dropped Natasha off at the front of the house while he drove his car around and parked it in the garage. He unlocked the house and headed straight for the small bar where a selection of spirits were stocked, grabbing the whiskey and Bacardi. “Drink baby? Bacardi and Coke?” He asked and she n
odded.

After he’d poured their drinks they sat on the lounge and he pulled her into his side, his arm around her and he loved that she tucked herself into him, kicking off her shoes and making herself comfor
table.

They drank their drinks in silence although Natasha was quite restless, constantly shifting around alongside of him. Finally she pulled free of him and stood up. “I’m going to have a shower.” She tol
d him.

“Ok baby.” He watched her walk off through narrowed eyes as he dropped his head back against the lounge. While Natasha was gone, he went outside to bring some wood in for starting the fire and lit it, coaxing it to
life.

Once it was lit, his eyes lifted to the ceiling. He wanted to go upstairs and join her in the shower. What had happened in the car had only taken the edge off his desire but he still wanted more. She had looked slightly disappointed when he’d let her go upstairs alone, so now it was time to get up there and get in that shower with her before she go
t out.

He dropped his glass on the kitchen bench and headed up the stairs, stripping his clothes off once he was in the bedroom. He could still hear the water running and he grabbed a condom, sheathed himself and quietly stepped into the bathroom. Natasha had her back to him and when he saw what she was doing, he went from hard to even harder. Fuck, but she was masturbating. Her hand was between her legs, her head thrown back, eyes closed as she touched he
rself.

Silently he opened the shower door and once he was inside he reached out, his hand coming down over the top of the one she had between her legs. She jumped violently, her eyes flying open to meet his and he pulled her back against him, pressing his erection between her buttocks. His other hand came up cupping her breast and his fingers tugged on her nipple until it had formed a hard peak. She collapsed against him, her back against his chest and when she looked up at him she told him that she thought he was a
sleep.

Eric chuckled, how the hell could he sleep when he knew his gorgeous woman was naked and wet in the shower? That was before he’d known what she was doing too. Seeing her touching herself had nearly pushed him over the edge. No way was he ever going to leave her to do what he was always happy to do. He wanted to be the one to bring her pleasure, not leave her to take care of things herself. “Now how could I do that? What happened in the car was only a teaser for me. I wasn’t going to be truly satisfied until I could sink this.” He rubbed his cock against her. “Into your warm, wet, pussy. Plus I owe you baby. It’s my turn to make you come now.” He slipped his hand between her legs. “Did you seriously think I was going to leave my girl to take care of her
self?”

He trailed his lips down her neck and his heart picked up the pace when she shivered and tilted her head to one side, giving him better access. He turned her in his arms deepening the kiss, nipping and sucking at her
lips.

He felt Natasha’s hand close around his cock, stroking along the length of it. She pulled her lips from his, her eyes shifting to where his shaft stood hard and ready between them. “You’re already wearing a condom?” She raised an eyebrow a
t him.

He grinned at her. “Pays to be prepared baby.” He said before sliding his fingers over her clit and beyond until he reached her opening, dipping them inside her groaning when he felt how wet she was. “Oh hell baby, I want to be inside you so badly.” Groaning again when he felt her tighten around his fi
ngers.

When she lifted one leg and hooked it around his thigh, angling her pussy until it was pressed up against his cock, he knew her need was as great as his. She wanted him inside her as much as he wanted to be insid
e her.

He cupped his hands under her ass and lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me baby.” Which she did, looping her arms around his neck. He pushed her up against the tiles and with his eyes locked on hers, he surged forward burying himself inside her. She cried out, bucking against him and he closed his eyes, his teeth clenched as the pleasure surged through him. God she felt so good. Warm, wet and her body welcomed his like it was made fo
r him.

Slowly he pulled back until just the head of his cock was inside her before slamming back in. He felt Natasha’s nails digging into his shoulders and the pain spurred him on. With his lips pressed into the side of her neck he began to thrust into her hard, almost viol
ently.

As he pounded into her, pushing her higher up the tiles, her nails tore at his shoulders, opening his skin, the water stinging as it hit his damaged flesh. The more she ripped into him, the harder he drove into her until she was gasping and he grunted with the sheer exertion of his pounding
hips.

He could feel Natasha’s pussy tightening around him and her moans grew louder, her body writhing against him. “Oh god Eric.” She gasped and he slammed into her even harder, desperate to make her come before he did and with the pressure building in him, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. “Oh Eric, oh god… I’m going to come.” She crie
d out.

With one more thrust he sent her over the edge and the feel of her pussy pulsing around his rigid cock dragged a tortured groan from his lips. His chest heaved as he struggled to draw breath, his heart pounding that hard he was surprised it couldn’t be heard over the sound of the water pouring down on
them.

As Natasha clenched around him he thrust into her one more time, before his body went rigid as he lost control, pumping his seed into her. With every spurt of his release, she pulsed around him, milking him until he was empty, his body
spent.

Natasha sagged in his arms and he didn’t have the strength to hold her up anymore, sinking to the floor of the shower, taking her with him. He pulled out of her and they sat, wrapped in each other’s arms, both gasping for air under the warm
spray.

Finally once their heart rates slowed to normal and their breathing had settled Eric got to his feet, bringing her up with him. She was weak and trembling still, leaning against him while he opened the shower door to dispose of the condom. He pulled her pliable body into his arms and kissed her all over her face, her neck and back up again, dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose before claiming her lips in a slow, lingering
kiss.

He picked up the soap and gently washed her, taking the time to lather her body, even washing her carefully between her legs. She twitched when he brushed over her clit and he could feel that it was still swollen and obviously sensitive to his touch. She had to be sore, he knew that. The sex had been brutal, hard, violent almost and as hot as hell. Natasha had been as caught up in the urgency of their coupling as h
e was.

Once he’d finished washing her, he turned off the water and lifted her out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around her wet hair and with a second towel, he carefully and meticulously dried her. When her body was thoroughly dried he towelled her hair dry and she groaned when he massaged her scalp in his efforts to remove as much water from her hair as possible. “Does that feel good baby?” She groaned again and he chuckled. She seemed quite happy to let him pamper her and he loved doing this simple act fo
r her.

When she was all dried off, he picked up a brush and carefully brushed all the tangles out of her hair, being as gentle as he could so he wouldn’t pull at her scalp. When he was satisfied with his efforts, he carried her out to the bed and laid her down on the mattress, covering her over with the blankets. Quickly he dried himself before climbing into bed with her, pulling her against him. She snuggled into his body and with her tucked up close to him and his arms holding her close, they both drifted off to
sleep.

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It was the sound of Natasha’s voice and her shaking him that finally dragged him out of a deep sleep. He groaned rolling onto his stomach but the sound of her gasping was enough to get his eyes open. Her blue green gaze was focused on him with what looked like horror on her face. “What is it baby?” He struggled to clear the sleep fog from his
brain.

“Your shoulders. God, did I do that? Of course I did that. How else would it have happened? Oh god how could I do that?” The words tumbled from her lips and he stared at her in confusion for a moment until her words finally regis
tered.

Before he could take a look at what had her in such a state, she reached down and touched his shoulder gently and that’s when the pain hit and he flinched away from her wandering fingers. He looked over at his shoulders seeing the deep furrows in his skin, with congealed blood running the length of each furrow. They actually hurt like hell now she’d drawn attention to them but a part of him didn’t mind seeing the evidence of Natasha’s passion for him marking him like a brand, or in this case 8 nicely lined up b
rands.

He grinned at her wanting to ease that look of guilt and horror he saw in her eyes. “You just can’t get enough of my body.” He joked as he stared at her, his eyes moving over her until it finally registered that she was dressed. She looked beautiful of course in her floral sundress, but he didn’t want her standing by the bed dressed, he wanted her naked and in the bed and preferably under him, although he’d be happy with having her on top of him too. “Why are you dre
ssed?”

“I woke early and couldn’t get back to sleep.” Her eyes moved to his shoulders again and she cringed. “I’m sorry Eric, I still can’t believe I did
that.”

He rolled onto his back to hide the damage from her in an effort to ease her guilt. He reached out, grabbing her arm, pulling her down on top of him. “Never apologise for losing control baby. If you can do that, then I must have done something r
ight.”

She smacked him on the chest. “Oh get over your
self.”

He rubbed at himself, acting like he’d been seriously harmed. “Oh baby, such violence. You’re a cruel woman hitting an injured man. Pick on me while I’m down.” He teased her. It was so much fun to do because she would bite so well, unfortunately not in the cheeky, sexy way though. He wouldn’t mind her adding a few teeth marks to his skin, the more he thought abo
ut it.

She struggled to get up but he held her against him. “I think you’ll live. You don’t feel like you’re suffering too
much.”

He had to concede that fact as his cock strained up hard under the blankets. She would feel it, there was no way she couldn’t when she was lying over him the way she was. He rolled her over, pinning her beneath him and dropped a kiss on her parted lips, thrusting his hips against her. It was nothing more than dry humping since the blankets and her clothing between them provided more of a physical barrier than he liked. He wanted her and somehow he had to free himself from the bedding and remove her clothes to reach his
goal.

Unfortunately Natasha wasn’t as keen to get naked as he’d hoped, in fact she pushed against his shoulders in an effort to get up and he heard her tell him she needed to do some washing and she needed him to tell her where to find washing powder. He frowned at her words since they weren’t exactly what he had in mind. If she worried about being cold, he could come up with plenty of ways to keep her
warm.

“I wouldn’t let you freeze baby.” He thrust against her again. “I know how to keep you warm, don’t you w
orry.”

She groaned at his words. “We can’t have sex all the time so I stay
warm.”

“Yeah? We can give it a fucking good go though sweetheart.” He bent to kiss her
again.

Obviously his charms were falling flat this morning because she shoved hard and managed to pull herself out of his arms, climbing off the bed and moving back so he couldn’t grab her again. She looked at his face and burst out laughing. “Don’t pout. It’s not very manly when you
pout.”

Reluctantly he realised there was no way he was getting lucky this morning and he fell back on the bed to watch as Natasha started rummaging through her bags. “Why don’t you put your clothes in the walk through robe baby? Save all that going through your bags each
time.”

“We’re staying here long enough for that?” She
asked.

Eric tensed up. Was she wanting to go back home? “Why, do you want to go home
yet?”

“No I don’t but aren’t you worried about
work?”

“No I’m not baby. I pay my employees good money to take care of things while I’m not there. If there’s something really wrong that needs my attention, trust me, I would have been told by now. Even the boss is entitled to a hol
iday.”

He dropped back down on the bed and left Natasha to the sorting of her clothes. Suddenly his eyes fell on one particular item in her hands. Holy fuck! What the hell was that? “What the fuck is that?” He watched colour flood her cheeks as she reluctantly held it up for him t
o see.

Damn! It was some satin number in red. There didn’t appear to be much to it and what there was looked sexy as all hell. There were narrow straps running from hip to neck on it and some fabric looked like it would cover her breasts, just, but there wasn’t much to the back from what he could see. She must have bought it the day she’d gone to the beach but why he was only just learning of its existence he didn’t
know.

“Why haven’t I seen you in that?” He frowned at her. “Fuck, I’m not sure I want to actually.” Well that wasn’t quite true. He’d love to see her in that, but he already knew the sight of her in that barely there outfit was going to put his blood pressure in serious danger of running sky
high.