He was basically screwed, and he’d only fucked her the once. Well, a few times that had lasted one night. He hadn’t lied to her when he’d said that he could still taste her, or that her scent was still on his sheets. Every time he climbed into bed, her scent would slowly slip into his nostrils and he’d turn his face into the pillow and inhale. Then he’d be in pain with an erection from hell, which his fist couldn’t get rid of.
Sylvia was under his skin whether he liked it or not. His dick felt like it had an itch that needed scratching all the fucking time, and only Sylvia’s wet pussy would do.
And now he tented his trousers as he remembered how she’d felt wrapped around him, especially as she came and flooded his cock.
“Fuck!” he roared, and made quick work of his pants before he had them kicked off as he headed for the bathroom, and a cold shower.
His date with Sylvia was within the hour, and he sure as hell couldn’t turn up with a raging hard-on that strained to get to her.
His fist would have to do until later.
* * * * *
As he pulled up at the restaurant with Sylvia, his hands twitched with nervous energy. It had been a very long time since he’d bothered to take a woman on a date. In fact, as he thought about it, he seriously couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. But the nerves were with him as he ran around to the passenger side of his truck to collect his beautiful date.
They had done the whole date and sex back to front, but who cared? He was confused about Sylvia, and needed to figure out what to do about her sooner rather than later. He needed to have this sorted before he hurt her badly.
Sylvia had worn her blonde locks down and when he got close to her, he inhaled her scent and felt the stirring of arousal. Her dress came to mid-thigh and was black, white and purple in a checked pattern, but it was the shoes on her feet that showed off her gorgeous legs. They were purple high heels and the thought of her legs wrapped around his hips with nothing but those shoes on had him hard and aching…again! The lust needed to be subdued because he sure as hell didn’t want Sylvia to notice how much she had him by the fucking balls. She made his head spin. There had been something about her that caught his eye from the first moment he saw her. And it had taken him a while to figure out exactly what but now he had. He was completely enamored with her freshness after the hard life he’d been living.
The feel of her fingers as they wrapped around his while he helped her from the truck ignited his blood. She was delicious, and with the blush on her face, he realized he’d been staring.
Their fingers intertwined, and with a gentle tug on her hand, they started to walk toward the restaurant. All of a sudden he felt parched, and no words came. If his dick and balls weren’t aching so much, he’d be tempted to grab hold of them to check that they were still attached to his body with the way he was acting all fucking mushy.
“Are you okay?” Sylvia asked, breaking into the silence of the evening.
With a quick glance, he focused on the entrance to the restaurant. “I’m fine.”
“Look,” she pulled her hand free and stepped away, “if you’ve changed your mind, then we don’t have to go through with this. I mean, I know you’re more of a one-time deal kinda guy. So just give it to me straight.”
His ‘I’m fine’ had come out abruptly and he knew she’d caught a sense of the mood. Really, they wouldn’t be having this conversation if the head on his shoulders was in on it, instead of the one below his belt.
Glancing around to check that they were alone, he stepped into Sylvia, and caught her sigh of pleasure. He grabbed her by the hips and brought her up against him. “Does,” he pressed his cock against her stomach, “that tell you how much I want to be here with you? You’re screwing with my head.”
“Mmm.” She pushed hard into him. “Eric,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she grabbed onto his arms for balance.
Bending to her ear, he asked, “What?” before he ran his tongue around the shell of her ear. Her body quivered against his, which created desperation in Eric to be inside of her. He remembered what it felt like to have her naked in his arms, and she drove him crazy with lust. She kept him permanently hard.
Just as he debated with himself as to whether or not he could get away with dragging her into the trees that surrounded them, Sylvia’s stomach let out a hungry growl.
He chuckled and reluctantly moved away. The spark of laughter in her eyes had him taking a step back into her. If it weren’t for her hands on his chest, he’d have ignored her stomach and dragged her behind a tree.
“Let’s eat.” She slipped out of reach. “Then we can find a bed.”
His eyes popped open. Bed? He was game.
She held her hand out and smirked when he took what she offered as he wrapped his hand around her smaller one.
Eric dwelled on his next question. It was something he needed to know and for the first time in his life, he felt insecure at the possibility that the woman he was becoming obsessed over could still be attached to someone else. It pissed him off at the same time because he didn’t want to be obsessed with anyone.
Instead of using tact, he blurted, “Are you using me to get back at Ramon?”
She gasped as pain filled her eyes and her smile slipped into a severe frown. She tried to yank her hand away, but he was ready and kept a firm hold. “You’re not running.”
“Get your hands off me. Now, Eric,” she hissed, and managed to snatch her hand back as though his touch burned her skin. She pressed the hand to her chest as though she nursed an injury…and maybe she did…only it was her heart that he’d hurt. “I think this evening has come to an end,” she admitted, sounding resigned. “Thank you for the thought, but I’m going home.” She spun on her heel and started to make her way back down the path.
Panic rushed through him as he watched her walk away. He’d screwed up by mentioning Ramon. That had been a fucking shitty thing to say, but when he felt himself being pulled under, he’d pushed back with something that he knew would get her back up.
He sighed heavily and took off after her as she neared the parking lot. He wasn’t sure where she thought she was going, or how she planned to get back to the city, but she sure as hell could walk on those stilts she called shoes.