Blind Date

CHAPTER SIX

“Annie.” His voice was calling her and she came out of the darkness into heaven with her head lying in his lap, his fingers massaging her hair. She snuggled instinctively closer.

“Eric! I found you!”

“Yeah. You did.” His hand moved down her neck and shoulder, massaging. “How’s your head?”

“Deja vu,” she murmured, opening her eyes to look up at him. She was lying on a low cot, with her head in his lap. The nurse’s office? He was leaning back against the wall.

“I know.” He grinned. “I remember.”

“Do you?” She struggled to sit and he helped her.

He brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Yeah. I’ve only thought about it every day since.”

“Eric, I’m sorry. I know I promised—” she started, but his fingers and eyes went to her lips, and then his mouth went there, too, and it was like he had moved into her, set up house, and decided to stay. “Mmm… oh, god, Eric… are we alone?” she gasped, glancing toward the door and sliding her hand up his thigh.

“Here?” He grinned, glancing down to the V of her blouse. “No, we can’t… not here. You’re incorrigible.”

“I missed you,” she breathed, rubbing his lower lip with her finger. “And I’m so, so sorry…”

“Annie, don’t. I’m the one who’s sorry,” he apologized against her neck, pulling her into his lap. “Asking you to promise something like that…” She smiled and breathed into his ear, “It doesn’t matter. We’re together now.”

Her mouth met his and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in tight. I can’t believe I found him! After months of searching, and the runaround of the past few days, it felt like a dream. Eric’s mouth was real, though, his tongue sending electric shivers down her spine, his hands kneading her hip and lower back.

“I looked for you,” she whispered against his cheek as they both gasped for breath. “From the minute you disappeared. I was so afraid you would never want to see me again, after I promised, and then…”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Eric sighed, nuzzling her neck. “I know it was foolish, crazy, even…asking you to make that promise. But when you broke it—”

“I should never have listened to my sisters.” Annie shook her head. “I was the foolish one.”

“Listen to me,” he said, cupping her face in his hands. “I need you to understand.”

Annie searched his eyes and found that connection they’d had since the moment she met him. She nodded, waiting for him to speak.

“That night at the party.” Eric swallowed hard. “The reason I was in the kitchen, under the table, in the first place…there was a woman there I’d been involved with. She made a promise to me once, and she broke it…” She touched her forehead to his, shaking her head. “I don’t need an explanation, Eric…”

“I know it was silly.” He sighed, pulling her lips to his for a brief kiss. “But it was on my mind…someone said something earlier that night…” Annie captured his lips again, wanting to feel his warmth, to reassure him.

“What did they say?”

“That it’s a woman’s nature to break a promise.” She smiled. “Who told you that?”

“My mother.” Eric gave her a sheepish grin.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Annie laughed and wiggled in his lap.

“Let’s make a pact… no more listening to family, ever.”

“It’s a deal,” he agreed, kissing his way over her cheek, down her ear. His hand had pulled her blouse up in the back, so he could stroke the creamy skin of her lower back. “How should we seal it? With a kiss?” His mouth found hers again, and Annie groaned as his tongue probed between her lips.

“I’ve got a better idea,” she murmured, sliding a hand between them. She cupped the bulge in his jeans, surprised to find him hard and ready. Rubbing her palm there, eager, she whispered, “Let’s live dangerously.”

He groaned as her hand created friction between them. “Annie!” His voice sounded pained.

She lifted her eyes to his, biting her lip. “Yes, Eric?” She continued to rub her hand over his erection, watching the change on his face.

“Remember what I said before?” He swallowed hard, licking his lips and staring at the front of her blouse, the exposed tops of her breasts. “About not having sex…here?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured, working his zipper down.

“I take it back.” He pressed her down onto the cot with his mouth, the weight of him like a relief. Annie gasped and then moaned, feeling how hard he was against her thigh, pressing through his jeans. Eric pulled her blouse fully out of her skirt, groping underneath it as his tongue met hers.

“Wait,” she gasped as he thrust against her, rocking her body against the cot. “Maybe we should check? Lock the door?”

“Now you’re worried?” he chuckled, tugging her skirt up with one hand, seeking her heat. “What happened to living dangerously?” When his fingers moved her panties aside and probed her wetness, she forgot about everything and gave in to exactly what she had wanted in the first place. He was wild, like an animal, biting at her neck, growling, moving his hand between her legs. His eagerness and intensity were making her crazy with lust.

Annie wiggled out from under him and sank to her knees beside the cot.

Eric rolled and lifted his hips for her as she unzipped his jeans and pulled at them, freeing his cock. It was red and swollen and the tip was already wet. He didn’t give her a minute to consider-he forced himself into her mouth with a groan, grabbing a handful of her hair and thrusting. She was just as eager to be used as he was to use her. She gagged and sucked him by turns, letting him fuck her mouth again and again as she reached under her skirt, thrusting her panties aside to play with herself.

Annie saw him glancing at the door, knowing that at any moment, anyone could walk through and discover them. She knew she should care-she just simply didn’t. Being with Eric was the only thing she could think about, and that wasn’t so much thinking as it was some primal instinct. There didn’t seem to be much thinking going on in her brain anymore at all.

“Hey, hey,” he warned, and she slowed a little, looking up and meeting his eyes.

He pulled her to him and kissed her, sucking at her tongue. His hands moved over her as if he were inspecting her for ripeness. He tugged and twisted at her nipples as he kissed her, making her gasp and writhe in his grip. His fingers explored the soft curves of her body, like he was trying to remember her with his hands. Sliding her skirt up her thighs, he cupped and kneaded the flesh of her ass, and his cock pressed between her legs, demanding its due. His hands were on her, all over her, shoving her skirt up high around her waist. He yanked at her black, mesh panties, moving only to slide them off and then seeking her wetness again.

Annie arched her back, rocking against his probing fingers as they kissed.

Her hands ran through his hair, her tongue meeting his. She could hear someone’s voice on the other side of the door and she realized anyone could walk in and find them here. The thought was blackly exciting. Annie watched with glazed eyes as he slid down between her legs.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he whispered as his tongue slipped between her lips to find her clit, working the fleshy folds back until it was revealed to him. His arms slipped easily under her thighs, lifting her more fully to his mouth. She slid her hands over her breasts, cupping, squeezing. She slowly rubbed her nipples through her blouse with her palms, feeling the sensation intensify.

“Yes!” Annie could feel that gentle tug beginning in her lower belly. “Yes, yes!” Her words made him moan against her pussy, the sound reverberating through her whole body as his tongue quickened. His finger slid down her slit and then in, his tongue concentrating just where she wanted it, where she needed it.

The slow movement of his fingers-one, then two, then three, pumping inside of her-s--ent her teetering closer to the edge. His rhythm followed her breathing, faster and faster still, his other hand slipping between her bottom and the cot. His palm pressed against her lower back, steadying and guiding her.

“I’m so close!” Annie cried. “Oh god, yes, make me come!” She knew it was imminent. She could feel it beginning, and she let the first pulsing heat fill her core. “Now! Now!” She lifted her hips and squeezed her nipples hard, feeling the cascade of her juices running down her behind. He grunted, holding her tight, his mouth steady and still licking. His fingers were buried so deep that she could feel her muscles tightening around them as the sensation swelled, crested, and then broke, rippling outward through her entire body. He held her close, rubbing his wet face against her thighs, kissing, licking, nibbling.

His tongue sought to find her clit again, but she covered it with her hand.

“Ohhh wait,” she gasped. “Too sensitive.”

He chuckled and they stayed that way for a moment as Annie’s breath slowed, her fingers in his hair. His tongue continued to tease her as her whimpers began to turn to moans. She gasped as he parted her flesh with his fingers, easing his way up and down her folds with his soft, wet tongue, feeling herself giving in to him again.

He teased her, probing around the tender hole of her pussy, sinking his tongue in and scooping out more of her juices. He lapped at her, burying his whole face against her mound as her lips parted and gave way to pink, slick flesh.

“Ohhh yes!” Annie reached between her thighs and parted her lips, showing him, pointing the way. He nudged her fingers aside with his tongue, beginning to lick her clit back and forth, round and round. His mouth was fastened over her pussy, licking and sucking her tiny clit as her thighs trembled in his hands. The muscles there were taut and quivering, and Annie arched against him.

“So close,” she murmured, her body just beginning to tense as it sailed over that delicious edge. “Oh god, baby, make me come again!” Eric licked faster as Annie found her release, the soft shudder and shake of her making him moan against her mound. Her juices flowed like water down his chin and cheeks and he swallowed her greedily.

Annie gasped as she pulled his head back and leaned forward to kiss him, tasting herself in his mouth as their tongues touched. Her hand reached down to find him, thick and hard. He groaned against her mouth when she squeezed, teasing the head with her thumb.

“I want you in my mouth,” she murmured, jerking insistently on his cock.

“Again?” he gasped as she tugged him to stand in front of her. She fondled his balls and kissed the tip of him. Annie leaned back on the cot, grasping and squeezing his slick length.

“Come up here,” she insisted. She pulled her shirt off, unhooking her bra to expose her breasts to him. He straddled her belly and Annie bit her lip, looking up at him. Just seeing him sitting up there, his balls resting on her ribcage, his cock rising up out of a thick patch of hair, pre-cum trailing down the shaft it tiny rivulets, made her clit, still hiding in its sheath, begin to pulse again. He had a beautiful cock that tilted slightly and endearingly to the right when it was this hard, making her want to follow it and capture it with her mouth.

She licked her palm, letting her saliva and his pre-cum mix as she slid her hand down the shaft. She could see and feel every swell along his cock, every vein, the leaking tip, the throbbing shaft. She could feel more than hear the deep sounds he made in his throat as she slowly stroked him, easing the skin over the tip and using her fingers in a circle to tease the ridge. His head fell back, his eyes closed, his arms simply hung limp at his side, as if he were nothing but his cock in that moment.

“Oh Annie!” he moaned. She rewarded the sound of her name in his mouth with deeper, longer strokes. His eyes flew open and he looked down at her. She cupped his balls lightly, rubbing them in her hands, and he gasped,

“Yes!” His hands found her breasts, thumbing her nipples. His eyes were closed as he squeezed and massaged her breasts, making her moan softly.

“Up here.” She pulled gently on his cock, urging him higher. “I want your cock between my breasts.”

He groaned, his eyes darkening. She licked her palm again, getting him wetter still, and pressed him between her breasts. Her pale flesh wrapped around his red, swollen cock was mouth watering, just the tip of him appearing through her cleavage. He started moving between them and she reached her tongue out for the head with every thrust.

“Ah, god!” He groaned as she stretched for more of his pre-cum on her tongue.

“Pinch my nipples,” she urged. He did, hard, squeezing her breasts together around his cock. Suddenly, he slowed, biting his lip and shaking his head. Annie could tell that he was getting close and she reached her tongue for his cock again.

“Not yet,” he murmured, his cock in his hand now, squeezing and breathing hard.

“But I want it in my mouth,” Annie begged, licking her lips and looking up at him. He brought it close to her mouth, rubbing the tip gently over her lips, still squeezing it hard. She could feel a hot spurt of pre-cum as she let it go with a quiver. Opening her mouth, she made her tongue flat, so he could press it there.

“You want it?” He teased her tongue with it, rubbing her lips, smacking her cheeks a little, making her moan. Annie nodded, unable to speak, filled simply with lust for the feel of him again in her mouth. “Then take it, baby.” He offered it to her, easing it past her lips, letting the swollen length graze the roof of her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. He moaned as he pulled the length back out and Annie sucked eagerly on the tip. She swallowed it gladly, hungry for him, as he slid back into her mouth. He slipped his hand behind her head and eased himself in and out of her warm, wet mouth. She let him do it, at his own pace, watching the pleasure on his face. She felt the throbbing response against her tongue and roof of her mouth that remained simply open to receive him.

His pace slowed as his breath began to quicken and she sucked a little harder, moving her own head now, working his cock with her lips and tongue. He gasped, shuddering, and quickly withdrew, again grabbing and squeezing hard.

“That was close,” he murmured after a tight-lipped moment, leaving a little more pre-cum on Annie’s breasts. “I want to be inside of you, Annie. Don’t make me come yet.” He reached behind him to find her heat, cupping her whole wet mound in his hand. She lifted her hips, moaning.

“I want you inside me, too.” Annie’s eyes closed, delighting in the feel of his fingers playing through her flesh. He moved down her body, his hand never leaving her pussy, to spread her thighs open with his knees. She sighed, loving the feel of the tip of him against her clit when he found it. She pulled her knees up and back, exposing herself entirely to him. He gasped at the sight, making his cock even slicker with her juices as he eased the head between her folds of flesh.

“Don’t tease me,” she begged. “I want you, Eric. Please.” Annie shivered and bit his shoulder to keep from crying out when Eric slid his cock between her swollen pussy lips, driving himself deep inside of her flesh. She heard him grunt, but that was the only sound he made as he started to fuck her.

He felt huge as his flesh began to pummel her, his hips smacking into hers. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she clutched him. The incredible lust that drove them both felt like an itch that just wouldn’t be scratched. Her pussy was a sweet, wet tunnel of heat, engulfing and squeezing his aching cock.

Annie, wanting more, slipped her fingers between her swollen lips and found her throbbing clit. Her body was responding with great enthusiasm, and she knew it wouldn’t take much stimulation to bring her to completion. She gasped as she rubbed her clit in little circles while Eric pounded her so hard that the little cot was moving, bit by bit, across the slippery linoleum.

She felt her climax coming and bit her lip. Shuddering waves crashed over her again and again. Her pussy quivered around him, the little fluttering spasms threatening to take him over the edge, but not quite following through on their delicious promise. Eric groaned, grabbing her hips and pressing in, using the deep recesses of her pussy to massage the head of his cock, the sensitive tip exploring her deepest, softest parts.

“Annie,” he whispered, and it was his warning again. He pulled out quickly, still throbbing and achingly hard.

“I don’t want it to end,” he whispered, looking down at his cock resting between her wet lips.

Annie looked up at him, her eyes glazed. She saw his cock, like a steadfast soldier reporting for duty, and she grasped it. He hissed through his teeth, shaking his head, but the more she tugged, the more he gave in. She loved teasing him, making him give, inch by inch, into the endless aching agony of pleasure that was steering them onward.

“But I want you,” she insisted, sliding him back inside. He couldn’t seem to help himself-his tongue and lips went immediately to her nipples, sucking and licking, back and forth between them.

Annie’s breath came quicker as she worked her hips under him. Eric was thrusting into her, helpless to stop, and she felt another building. She moved faster against him, twisting and rolling underneath his body as she felt the sensation swelling between her thighs. Her climax caught up with her and she shuddered, digging her nails into his back and biting his shoulder as she came.

Eric winced, but he didn’t slow. She pulled him close, and he let her, his hips still rocking, moving in and out of her hot flesh.

“I can’t stop it,” Eric whispered into her hair against her ear.

“Don’t stop,” Annie whispered back.

He was huge inside of her, thick and swollen and insistent. His cock was taking her places she never knew existed. Annie rocked with him, their motion slower now, a more gentle rhythm, but it was incessant, an endless dance. She never wanted it to end. They could do this until the world ended in a brilliant flash of light.

“Oh god,” Eric murmured. “I can’t stand it.” Annie ran her hands down his back, up under his sweat dampened shirt. She slipped her hands down over his ass, feeling the muscles there working as he moved inside of her.

“Don’t stop,” Annie begged him, meeting his easy thrusts with more eager ones, forcing him to sink deeper into her willing, wet flesh. “Don’t ever stop, Eric,” she whispered again, meeting his thrusts with her own, feeling another orgasm waiting in the recesses of her belly. “Please, make me come again…” He groaned, ramming his cock into her. The linoleum made little squeaking sounds under the legs of the cot as they rocked. They had already slid partway across the floor in their lust. He pushed himself up on his arms and rolled his hips, shoving himself deep into her. Annie nodded, her eyes half-closed, grabbing his biceps and digging her nails in, her thighs gripping him tight.

“Yes,” she whispered, reaching her pinnacle and feeling herself being pushed off the edge. She was falling into it, her body quivering and shivering as she went, the world fading to black around the edges. There’s nothing better than this.

Eric’s shaft throbbed with delicious release, and she felt him filling her, white hot waves of pleasure flooding her insides. Her body curled around him, wanting to keep him close. His breath was ragged in her ear as he kissed her cheek, her throat, and she gave a soft, shaky sigh.

The sound of a door made them both jump and glance up in a panic.

“Uh oh,” Annie whispered, and then giggled.

Thankfully, it was the outer door, not the one to the room they occupied.

Eric grinned and kissed the tip of her nose, rolling off her with a groan. They both started fumbling with their clothes, buttoning and straightening as quickly as they could.

“Hey…” Eric’s eyes searched her face as he stood, tucking in his shirt.

“That whole fainting thing… are you really okay?” She smiled, standing to tuck her blouse into her skirt. “Don’t I look okay?”

“You look…” He pulled her to him, his eyes moving over her.

“Fantastic… downright edible, actually… hmm, now there’s something I could do again…” His fingers were edging the hemline of her skirt back up.

“Now who’s incorrigible?” Annie laughed, slapping his hand away and sitting down on the cot.

“All right, don’t make me get all serious,” he said with a wink.

She smoothed her hair, finally meeting his eyes. “Do I look different to you?”

He frowned, studying her face, and then nodded. “Now that you mention it…”

“I’m pregnant, Eric.” She bit her lip, waiting for his reaction.

He blinked, staring at her, and then sank down onto the cot beside her.

“Well… I guess that explains the fainting!”

“Is that all you have to say?” she pouted.

He grinned. “Is it mine?”

“You ass!” She shoved at him, but couldn’t help grinning back. “Why do you think I was looking for you?”

Eric shrugged, trying to hide his smile. “My mother said it was because you wanted my money.”

“Your mother—?!” Annie shook her head, looking for words. “Your mother is a piece of work! Do you have any idea?”

He nodded, laughing. “Why do you think I don’t tell her where I am?” Annie snorted. “Well, I don’t blame you.”

“You know,” Eric fingered the top button of her blouse, “as a psychologist you’ve probably heard what they say… about men marrying women like their mothers…”

Annie’s jaw dropped. “Very funny. I am nothing like your mother!”

“No?” He winked, fingering her top button. “God, I can’t resist you…”

“No!” she protested. “What if someone comes in?”

“You weren’t worried about that five minutes ago.” He smiled. “Besides, I can turn out the light.”

Annie stuck her tongue out. “I think I’d like to do everything with the lights on from now on.”

“Sounds good to me.” He slid his hand over her blouse and cupped her breast. “My, you’ve really grown! I knew there was something different…” Annie flushed. “Eric!”

He caressed her nipple, looking into her eyes. “So, does this mean I get to keep you?”

“Do you want to keep me?” she whispered, shivering at his touch.

“Yeah, sure, why not?” He smiled. “Well, wait a minute… do you cook? My roommate can make gourmet meals. If I’m gonna trade him in for you…” She laughed. “Sorry, babe, with me you only get boxed macaroni and cheese and hot dogs.”

Polly opened the door and peered in at them. “Hey, good, you’re okay!

Listen, I have to lock up for the day.”

Eric nodded and waved to Polly as she poked her head back out the door.

He made a face at Annie. “What about chicken pot pies? Can you make those?”

“If you have a microwave,” Annie quipped. “Roommate? What’s this about a roommate?”

Eric grinned. “I’m guess I’m gonna have to tell Herman you’re moving in.”

“I’m moving in?” Annie was so stunned by that news that it took her a moment to realize what name he had spoken. When she made the connection, her eyes widened and something tightened in her belly. “Herman? Your roommate’s name is Herman?”

“Yeah. He’s a great guy, you’ll love him.”

Annie gulped. “Does he have a tattoo on his upper arm? Funny looking Greek characters?”

Eric’s eyes widened. “Yeah… why, have you met?”

“I think we have,” she smiled, shaking her head in disbelief. “It sure is a small world.”

Eric helped her to stand. “Come on, beautiful, let’s go home.”

“Are you really okay with the whole baby thing?” she asked, grabbing for his hand as they headed out the door and down the stairs.

“Yes.” He pulled her to him, kissing her hard enough to bruise her flesh.

His eyes were serious when he said, “I’m so glad you found me.” She gasped, holding onto him, and murmured into his neck. “I’m glad I looked.”

“So… now we have to tell my mother.” He sounded amused.

“And my sisters,” she added, following him down the stairs.

He groaned. “Okay, that’s it, me and you under a dark table for the rest of our lives!”

“I could live with that.”

Annie felt a flutter in her belly as she pressed herself against him and kissed him fully in the daylight. They stood together like a beginning, the warm spring sun a gentle blessing on them both as they merged together in the doorway, ignoring the people passing by, lost in their finding of one another.