Eric claims my mouth, unlocking and molding it with the most hypnotically sexy kiss that my knees weaken. I hook my leg around him, using one to balance on, my back against our shirts. I moan with need as he bends to penetrate me for the first time, guiding himself up against my dripping channel.
As the tip presses in he growls, “Oh, fuck you’re so wet,” and slowly pushes deeper into me, getting me used to his size, his width. Whimpers of desire are sent from my mouth to his, making him echo them with throatier versions. I throw my other leg up, desperate for more, letting him hold me. He plunges in, eyes rolling back on this primal moan. Three quick thrusts of urgency, he gives me, before slowing down to long strokes, his chiseled hips grinding me. “You’re so tight,” he moans. “So fucking tight for me.”
Stepping away from the boulder so he can fuck me without worrying about my back getting scratched, he bends his legs to hammer as hard as he can, our lips together in a hot, moaning kiss. Fucking like this for a good long while, I cry out in his grunting mouth as an orgasm shimmers from my core. Eric starts biting his lips, nibbling on mine, grimacing and trying to hold back his own climax. The forest is quiet around us, a showcase for our ragged breaths.
“Oh god,” I moan, gripping his back and tensing all over. “I’ve never felt like this!”
“That’s right, give it to me. Cum for me. Give me everything you’ve got, Sweet Tits.”
I start laughing and he grins, but loses the smile as his hips work faster, pumping his engorged cock with abandon. It’s everything I need. Animalistic and without shame. I cum like this, wrapped around him, eyes squeezing shut in shock as I tremble. Suddenly his lips are on mine, drinking in my whimpers as my pussy clenches around him in hot bursts. Eric gasps free and sets me down, cumming outside of me and reaching for my hand. I grip his and grab onto his body, hugging him and kissing his back as it jerks under his ecstasy. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he gasps, “I didn’t want to cum inside you without your permission and then it just hit me and I had to pull out like that. Fuck! I can’t stop cumming. What the hell?”
“It’s okay,” I murmur into his shivering back. “It’s okay. I loved it. It’s okay.”
He rises like a shot, loops an arm around me and yanks my face to his, staring at me a hot moment before kissing me hard. “You’re amazing, Wren, you’re fucking incredible. I could kiss you for days.”
CHAPTER 26
WREN
“So, this is your place?” Eric glances around my shoe-shack. “Clean.”
Thank God I scrubbed it top to bottom.
“It’s small, I know.”
Genuinely his eyes land on me as he asks, “Why does one person need more space?”
“I like it here.”
He shrugs like the subject is closed and mutters, “That’s what matters,” walking to a shelf I hung in the wall, myself, so I could showcase those pictures on it. “This your mom? She looks just like you. Shorter hair.”
Smiling, because that’s what I always think, too, I stand by his side, both of us staring at her laughing image. “Yeah, she says I’m her second chance at greatness. Like God made two of us in case she didn’t get there.”
“Well, she’s hot as fuck,” he says, matter-of-factly. He laughs and bumps our shoulders together.
“Don’t talk about my mom like that.”
“I’d do her.”
“Stop it!”
He starts tickling me and I fight him off. “What…you don’t want me hooking up with your mom, Wren? What’s wrong with you, are ya some kind of tattooed prude? I’ll tell you what, you can have my Dad in return.” He winces and shakes his head. “Okay, joking about that kind of sick shit is over.”
“See?! Not funny, huh?”
“Not funny. I was wrong. Except for this!” His fingers tear into my ribs again, tickling like crazy. I scream and dodge him, running into my kitchen. He dashes in after me, spreading his arms to full wingspan so I can’t escape again. I move left and he moves right, both of us looking sneaky. I duck to try and run under his arms. He scoops me into the air, flips me upside down sending my sunglasses and keys clattering to the spotless tile.
“Forget what I do for a living?”
With all the blood charging into my face, I challenge him, “You throw a ball to other people! You’re not a catcher!”
“Oh ho! Is that right?” Walking like Frankenstein he carries me off into my bedroom like this, upside down and helpless to escape. “I just hand the ball off, eh? Is that so? How about I hand you off right now!” I yelp as I’m flung onto my full size bed, white comforter tugged tightly at the corners, orange and gold pillows stacked high against a pine headboard. Eric leans his back against a wall, crossing his arms as he watches me scramble to a more flattering position.
“How’d you choose your tats?”
Catching my breath I demand, “Why? Thinking of getting one?”
Chewing on his lip, Eric stares into his thoughts. “My dad and his brothers all have matching ones. My cousins and I should do the same. At first I thought maybe it would be just the faction of us who hangs out the most, but it’d be better if we all did it.”
“Faction?”
“I’ve got a lot of cousins. Seventeen, so some of us have sort of grouped together over the years, we’re closer to each other than the others.”
“I’ve heard of some of your family,” I confess, tearing off my shoes and throwing them to the ground
