“Well,” Eric said, “when you put it like that, how could I refuse?” Internally, though, he was as nervous as he was turned on. He’d never had a woman give him head without giving her pleasure in return. It made him feel strangely vulnerable.
She didn’t waste any time. Leaving the yarn tight around his hands, she put the bag full of blankets on the floor and knelt atop it. She peered at the bulge of his swiftly hardening cock, that intense look on her face that she always had when she was concentrating or turned on—or, in this case, both. Her focus made his heart beat faster in anticipation, and when she lifted her hands to touch him through his pants, he had to stifle a groan. She stroked up, teasing him lightly as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his fly. She reached into his boxers, her soft touch the perfect counterpoint to his aching hardness, and pulled him out. Then she leaned back and drank in the sight of him.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” she said, and the reverence in her voice made him feel like a god.
She took him in her hand, wrapped her fingers around his length, and squeezed lightly. He groaned. Seeing her like this, so willing to try something new for him, it felt like a gift. She licked her lips as she played with him, watching his face to judge when he liked something, moving from his cock to gently run her fingernails along his balls. Then she smiled at him, bent her head, and licked him from shaft to tip.
He dropped his head against the back of the chair, forcing himself to hold still instead of thrusting the way he wanted to. This was her first time doing anything like this, but apparently she was a fast learner, because the way she was swirling her tongue around him and then pulling back to blow cool air on his tip was nearly driving him to the brink already. And then, her eyes on his, she took him in her mouth.
His hands curled into fists as tightness coiled at the base of his spine. He yanked his hands out of the yarn, swiftly pulled her hair tie out, and tugged her braid loose. He wrapped her hair around his hands and it was as silky and erotic as he’d imagined, and he used it to guide her as she moved up and down his length, her mouth covering him and her hands working at his base. She pulled out, ran his tip along her lips, made a satisfied noise. The vibration of it felt amazing. Her hair fell forward the next time she dipped to take him as far in her mouth as he would go, and the tight wetness of her mouth and the silky softness of her hair brushing against his balls nearly did him in. Unable to help himself, he moved with her, thrusting as gently as he could manage.
She moved one hand off him and slid it between her legs, touching herself beneath her skirt, and the realization that she was enjoying what she was doing as much as he was pushed him further. She looked up at him as she did it, those intense brown eyes smoky with pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said, entirely at her mercy as she licked and blew and kissed and stroked. She moaned low in her throat
as she touched herself, and it sent him over the edge. “Anna,” he growled, everything within him tensing, spiraling upward, “I’m going to…”
She took him into her mouth again.
He shouted and arched, pouring into her, fisting his hands in her hair as he spent himself. Then he dropped back into his chair, dazed and boneless, as she quickly went to clean up. She returned a moment later, looking sex-mussed and gorgeous, her hair wild over her shoulders.
“That was amazing,” he said weakly. “You’re amazing.”
She smiled. “I’m a quick study,” she said smugly, the look in her eyes showing how turned on she was by what they’d done.
His hands were shaky as he cleaned himself up, trying to figure out what exactly had changed between them—because something had, he’d felt it. Her mouth on him, her gaze locked on his while she touched herself… it meant something. He just wasn’t sure what. But one thing he did know was that she’d given him something precious, a gift he never could’ve imagined.
He had to find a way to pay her back.
10
Anna leaned back in the front seat of Eric’s fancy convertible, looking up at the stars. They were dazzling tonight, stretching far into the black, no longer hidden by the light pollution of Danovar’s capital city. Eric was taking her on a “nerd date” to the rural area of the country—he’d installed an app on his GPS that gave them an audio tour of the constellations that were spangled above them, and had driven her out to this beautiful overlook to enjoy the night sky.
She gave him a sideways glance. He was enjoying himself, she could tell, but something was different. Something had been different between them ever since she’d given him head. She appreciated him letting her try something new on him, letting her prove to herself that she could have an intense sexual connection with a man if she let herself. She’d wanted a repeat event tonight, just to make sure she got in some extra practice—she always had been an overachiever—but he’d wanted to take her out instead. And even though she was having a good time, she was a little worried he thought he had to use this date to pay her back for the blowjob.
This nerd date, she reminded herself, not a date-date. Because they weren’t dating. Even though she was starting to catch herself wishing they were. Dating Eric for real would be impossible; they were too different, and even if he truly thought she was as beautiful as he claimed, he’d had plenty of experience with beautiful women before. She was nothing new.
But still, the wanting was there—the wish for a real relationship. It was dangerous, and she pushed it out of her mind before it could settle.
“You don’t have to pay me back for anything, you know,” she told Eric, interrupting the GPS’s description of Ursa Major.
He smiled over at her, but it looked a little forced. “I’m not,” he said, then put the car in gear. “Wait til you see what I’ve got planned next. You’re going to love it.”
She buckled her seatbelt back up, frowning as she glanced at the time on the dashboard. “Just how long is this nerd-date?” she asked. “We’re already hours from the city—are you going to be awake enough to drive back tonight?”
“We’re not driving back,” he said mysteriously, pulling out onto the main road.
Half an hour later, she saw what he meant. “Whoa,” she said, standing in the lobby of the most fantastic bed and breakfast she’d ever seen. It was decorated like an old-time night club, but everything was in black, white, and varying shades of gray. She felt like she was in an old movie—and then she recognized the piano and the bar, and realized that was exactly how she was supposed to feel. “Is this… Casablanca?” she asked in awe.
“Yep,” said Eric proudly. “This B&B is one of the best in the country, ranked at five stars. Every room’s décor is inspired by a different great love story.”
She spun in a circle, taking it all in. Holy moly—this place was incredible. “Which one is ours?”
“All of them.”
She stopped spinning and blinked at him. “What?”
“All of them,” he repeated. “I rented the whole place for the night. You want Romeo and Juliet? You got ‘em. Prefer Pride and Prejudice? Second room on the left.”