The Boyfriend Experience (The Boyfriend Experience 1)

“Let me watch you take your pleasure so I can forget everything else,” he murmured, pumping his fingers out, then back in again. His thumb joined in on the action, swirling around that hard, sensitive nub of flesh, teasing her.

She bit her bottom lip to hold in a blissful moan and caught a glimpse of the dark night sky studded with stars above Eric, reminding her exactly where they were. “Eric . . . we’re out in the open,” she reminded him.

“So?” he said in a low, sex-infused voice, undeterred by her concern, so much so that he continued to fuck her with his fingers, slowly, deeply. “I have my hand beneath your skirt, but we’re both fully clothed, so no indecent exposure happening here. Besides, nobody is around except the crickets and the owl.”

He lowered his head and swiped his tongue along her bottom lip, the same way his thumb danced across her needy clit. “Give me your orgasm, baby,” he ordered gruffly. “I want to feel you tighten and pulse against my fingers so I can imagine how you’d feel around my dick as I’m fucking you and making you come so hard that I’m the only thing you can think of as you bask in all that decadent pleasure.”

His skillful, assertive fingers brought her to the brink, but his dirty talk sent her over the edge. She stared helplessly into his hot and avid gaze, her face flushing and her lips parting to release the soft cry she knew was coming as she fell headlong into the throes of an orgasm so all-consuming she lost all sense of time and place.

Eric’s mouth crashed down on hers, catching the scream before it fully formed and turning it into a long, lingering moan against his lips. Her body quaked, and when he finally, gradually withdrew his fingers, she mourned the loss. Better yet, she wanted to feel him pushing deep inside her, again and again.

He smoothed her dress back down to her knees and drew her into his arms, holding her close with her head on his chest and his lips near her ear. “Jesus Christ, that was so fucking hot,” he growled.

She laughed, but before she could give him all the credit or reach down and unfasten his pants so she could return the favor and get her hands on his rock-hard erection, the sound of someone nearby clearing their throat stopped her from following through on that thought.

She stiffened, mortification settling over her. She squeezed her eyes shut against his chest and didn’t move, but Eric lifted his head and glanced around.

“Oh . . . Hey . . . Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Bennett,” Eric said amicably, as if he hadn’t just had his hand between their daughter’s legs, giving her the best orgasm of her life. “Beautiful night out, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Gene agreed from a distance not too far away, probably closer to the lake. “Lauren and I had the same idea as you two, but clearly you kids are smarter and quicker than we are.”

Evie cringed. Oh my God, no. She untangled herself from Eric’s arms and stood up. “We’re leaving, because I’m not sticking around to watch my parents make out.”

Her father chuckled, the devilish sound telling her that they’d indeed come to this spot for that very reason. “Keep the sex down in the cabin tonight. Don’t want someone to call the ranger to report loud noises, if you know what I mean.”

Eric snickered as they folded the blanket together.

Her mother decided to add her two cents to the conversation. “If she’s not moaning and making noises, how will Eric know he’s hitting all her pleasure zones?”

Evie prayed for the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

With a playful sparkle in his eyes, Eric leaned close and whispered, “I think I managed okay, don’t you?”

She narrowed her gaze at him. “Don’t you start, too. It’ll just encourage them!”

“Trust me,” her father went on, unaware of Eric and Evie’s side conversation. “Eric seems like a smart guy who can figure it out. Besides, most of us don’t need a map, dear.”

“Well, you don’t, anyway.” Her mother giggled.

Blanket folded, Evie called out to her parents. “Good night. See you in the morning.” And before they could see or hear anything between her parents that would scar Evie for life, she power-walked back to the cabin, with Eric keeping pace beside her, chuckling beneath his breath.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Eric stood beneath the shower spray in the incredibly tiny stall, where even turning around with his wide shoulders was a bit tricky. When he and Evie had arrived back at the cabin after their run-in with her parents, he’d decided that he needed a few minutes to himself to refresh and reboot, so to speak. Especially after the emotional conversation he’d had with Evie about his sister . . . followed by touching Evie and watching her come apart for him.