Wicked Beat

Chapter 11

The desk clerk leered at Rebekah as Eric tucked his credit card back into his wallet. Rebekah didn’t care that the world knew exactly why she was checking into a hotel room with a rock star and five bulging sacks of sex toys and kinky costumes. She couldn’t wait to continue what she and Eric had started back in the locker room. He was exactly what she needed. She was ready to forget the hurt Isaac had caused and move forward. Besides, they had all that stuff they’d bought at the store to keep them entertained for hours. The night clerk’s opinion of her would be the furthest thing from her mind in no time.

Their suite was spectacular, and while she’d been hoping that Eric would pounce on her the moment they stepped over the threshold, he didn’t. He set several bags of their purchases on the bed and retrieved his flask of tequila from the inside of his leather vest. He took a swig, glanced at her, and took another. The easy passion that had existed back at the stadium was lacking now. The fun camaraderie at the store had also vanished. She set her bags next to the bed and moved closer.

She still wanted him, but was starting to suspect that he’d changed his mind. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

She approached him. When she tried to wrap her arms around him, he stepped away. “Something’s wrong. You haven’t lied to me since we met. Why would you start now?”

They stared at each other for a long moment. He finally broke the silence. “I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you. You think I come fast when you suck me, wait until I’m inside you.”

“It’s okay, Eric.”

He shook his head vehemently. “No, it’s not.”

“I still want to be with you. I don’t care how long you last.”

This time when she hugged him, he didn’t move away.

“Kiss me,” she urged. He obeyed. She worked at removing his clothes, separating their mouths only long enough to pull his T-shirt over his head. She unfastened his pants and pushed them and his underwear to his knees. He kicked off his Converse tennis shoes and helped her complete the task. When he was naked, she kept right on kissing him and waited for him to take the initiative in removing her clothes. It took him awhile to oblige. She let her hands wander over his back, his firm butt, and the backs of his thighs.

Eric’s hands trembled as he slowly undressed her. They kissed long after they were both naked. It seemed they were both a bit reluctant to get started.

Rebekah eventually got up the nerve to ease over to the bed.

She tossed the covers back with one hand and held Eric with the other so he’d follow her onto the mattress. They tumbled to the bed together. Settling between her open thighs, Eric held his weight off her by propping himself on his elbows. He stroked her hair gently and stared into her eyes.

“I know we haven’t known each other long,” he murmured, “but I already care about you, Rebekah. Deeply.”

He kissed her before she could respond. She cared about him too. Maybe even loved him. She wasn’t sure yet. Whatever words applied to her feelings for this man, she knew for certain that those feelings were substantial and amazing and true. If they hadn’t been, she never would have trusted him with her body.

Even knowing what was about to happen, she wasn’t nearly as nervous as she’d thought she’d be. She knew he would be honest.

She needed that.

Eric’s kiss moved from her mouth, to her jaw, to her neck, just beneath her ear. She shuddered.

“I’m so afraid that I’ll mess this up for you,” he said. “Maybe you should pleasure yourself, and I’ll just watch.”

“No,” she said firmly. “You’re going to make love to me, Eric.

And I’m going to thoroughly enjoy it. I’m more worried that it will be weird for you.”

“I know it won’t be. It will be too wonderful for words.” He kissed her gently and stroked her hair soothingly.

“So let’s stop talking about how great it’s going to be and start experiencing it for real.”

“Right,” he agreed breathlessly.

He took his time with her, using those magnificent hands of his to bring every inch of her body to life. When she was sure she couldn’t take more of his touch, he massaged both breasts, then sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. He then sucked her other nipple before kissing a trail of fire down the center of her belly. His mouth found her clit. His fingers found her pussy. He sucked and licked her clit while slowly driving two fingers deep into her body.

He quickly brought her to the brink of orgasm. Just before she went crashing over the edge, he pulled away abruptly. He slid up her body and looked her in the eyes.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” she said breathlessly.

He rose up slightly and reached between their bodies. She felt the head of his cock against her as he sought her throbbing passage.

She forced herself not to jerk away, but she was far from relaxed.

When he found her, he sank into her slightly and then grabbed her hip to steady himself. They stared at each other.

“You okay?” he whispered. “You’re tense.”

She nodded and allowed her taut muscles to relax.

His head tilted back as he slid a few inches deeper. His body twitched, and his face contorted in ecstasy.

“Does it feel weird?” she asked, her voice wavering with emotion.

He shook his head, gulping air. “Oh God, Rebekah. This is the best pussy I’ve ever had in my life.”

She giggled. “Do you mean that?”

“Fuck yeah, I mean it. It feels so good, I don’t think I can move.”

She wriggled her hips and he slid several inches deeper. They gasped in unison.

“You still okay?” he asked breathlessly. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s the best dick I’ve ever had in my life,” she said. And though she was giggling, she meant it.

“Please don’t laugh at me, sweetheart.”

Her heart panged when she realized she’d hurt him. She cupped his face. “I’m not laughing at you, Eric. I’m happy. So happy to be with you like this. Happy that it feels good for you. And for me.”

He smiled crookedly. “It definitely feels good for me. Do you think you can take it all? I’m only in about halfway.”

“I’ll try.”

He backed up slightly and thrust forward gently. And again, each time possessing her a little deeper, until his balls pressed against her. He rocked against her then. She had all of him. All.

“Oh, baby, I’m so about to blow it. I’m sorry. I wanted it to be good for you.”

“It will be good for me. Go ahead and come. As soon as you’re hard again, you’re going to do this again. And again and again, until I’m finally satisfied. I don’t care if you have to come twenty times to get me there.”

He grinned and began to move inside her. “That I can do,” he murmured.

He thrust into her slowly. She couldn’t take her eyes off his face.

His pleasure and excitement were apparent in his expression. Both eyes squeezed tightly shut, he bit his lip, and his back arched a bit more with each steady thrust. He made this little sound of bliss each time he plunged into her body. It felt amazing to be filled with him, but the pleasure he found within her body delighted her to near tears. Rebekah rocked with him, meeting his slow, steady strokes, wondering why he refused to open his eyes.

“Look at me,” she whispered.

He struggled to open one eye and immediately closed it again.

“You’re too beautiful,” he groaned. “I’m having a hard enough time not getting overexcited from being buried in your soft heat.”

But she wanted him excited. She wanted to make him come, even though it was such an easy thing to do and no real challenge. She slid her hands over his sides, loving the way his corded muscles bunched beneath her fingertips. Her hands moved to his back and then to his ass, fingers digging into his flesh to urge him deeper.

“Ah.” He gasped and thrust into her hard and deep as his body shook with release. “Rebekah?” Her name was a tortured question.

He trembled for several minutes, before he gathered her close in his arms, and thrust in and out of her gently until his cock went soft.

“You feel so good. And I came so hard.” He kissed her jaw. “Sorry. I should have warned you not to touch me.”

“I like touching you.” She kissed his shoulder. “That was wonderful.”

He looked down, his eyes wide with surprise.

“But I think it could be better.”

He chuckled. “This brutal honesty thing is… brutal.”

“It’s my turn to come hard now, so you’d better get busy. You have a lot of work to do.”

He smiled and slid down her body. He used his mouth and fingers to bring her close to orgasm. She sighed with impatience, wanting his cock buried inside her again. Knowing how good it felt to be filled with him. “Oh Eric. I need it again. Need it inside.”

“Damn,” he muttered. “Woman, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Sit,” she insisted.

“Huh?”

She urged him to sit on the bed with his back against the headboard. Finding him hard again, as if it were a constant state, she straddled his lap, facing him. She grabbed his cock and directed it into the emptiness inside her, taking it deep in one stroke. Her eyelids fluttered, and she gasped brokenly. “Yeah, that’s what I want.” She leaned back as she rose and fell over him. He supported her back, but let her carry the rhythm.

“Can you see it, Eric?” she murmured. “Your cock entering my body?”

She leaned back farther to give him an unobstructed view. He glanced to where their bodies were joined and made a tormented sound in the back of his throat. “That is so beautiful.”

One of his hands moved between their bodies and stroked her flesh as it ebbed and flowed with his rhythmic possession. His fingers then shifted to her clit. He held two fingers curled upward near his pelvis so that every time she pressed downward to take his cock deep, his fingertips rubbed against her just right.

“Ah God, that feels good.” She gasped, her head falling back as she rode him and rubbed her clit against his perfectly placed fingers. Her pleasure built slowly. She was nearing her peak when Eric grabbed her hips to hold her down on his shaft as he shuddered in bliss.

“Fuck,” he cried. When his trembling stilled, he whispered, “Sorry.” Eric forced his unfocused eyes open.

She leaned forward and kissed him. “It’s okay,” she assured him.

“Stop apologizing.”

“Did you come?”

She was tempted to lie and tell him that she had, but they’d started this relationship with honesty, and she wasn’t about to lie now. “Not yet.”

“I really am sorry. You just feel so good. I can’t focus on anything but your Certified Grade A pussy.”

“My what?”

He closed one eye and winced. “Certified… Grade A… pussy…”

She chuckled and shook her head. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should,” he insisted. “Few pussies get that distinction.”

“I was close, Eric. I just needed another minute, and I would have come.”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest. “I’ll get you there next time,” he promised. “Just let me catch my breath.”

Placing a hand on his hard chest, she pushed away and shook her head. “You’ll get me there now.”

He grinned. “Only fair.” She squeaked in surprise when he wrapped his long-fingered hands around her hips and pulled her off his lap. He pushed her on her back and surprised her by climbing from the bed.

“Where are you going?” She watched him circle the bed.

He lifted one of the sacks they’d purchased at the adult store and began searching for something. Within minutes, he was ripping open packages, inserting batteries, and washing things in the sink.

Her eyes were blinking drowsily by the time he rejoined her.

“I’m about asleep,” she murmured.

“I think this will wake you up.”