“It’s called put up or shut up, mister,” she challenged shamelessly.
“I’m all about putting up, baby.” Holding both of her wrists in one hand, he reached down with the other and glided the head of his condom-covered cock through her folds, gathering the wetness there before returning to the entry to her body and pushing excruciatingly slowly inside her.
His chest pressed her breasts to the bed, and his hips deliberately held hers firmly down to the mattress so she had no wiggle room and he was in complete control of how his cock gradually stretched its way inside her.
She couldn’t hold back the groan that rumbled up from her throat. His unhurried pace was pure, delicious, decadent torture. Last night had been all about fast, dirty, hot sex. When Eric had returned from the bathroom after their first time, she’d noticed a change in him, and the second and third round of fucking had been edgy, reckless, and far from gentle or sweet, like maybe he was trying to keep things purely physical, which she completely understood and appreciated considering they both knew this thing between them was just a weekend affair.
Last night, she’d promised him she’d only take what he was willing to give, and for him, that was offering her the best sex she’d ever had and would probably never experience again. And while he made it increasingly difficult not to want more than just a short-term tryst, she wasn’t going to ruin their time together by making demands or expecting him to change who he was, who he’d been since his sister’s death. He’d been honest with her about not being a forever kind of guy, and she had to respect that, no matter how difficult she already knew that was going to be in the end.
He moved inside her from behind, withdrawing slowly and pushing back in with equal languor, her ass tight against his hips as he pumped into her, building the tension inside of her yet not providing enough friction against her clit to get her where she needed to go. She would have used her own fingers to get herself off if he hadn’t had them in lockdown above her head.
“Stop teasing me,” she moaned desperately, hating that she still couldn’t move, that he had all the power and she was helpless to just surrender to him.
“What would you like, baby?” he asked, much too sweetly as he scraped his teeth up the side of her neck, eliciting a rush of wet heat between her thighs that slickened the length of his cock as he pulled out to the tip. “Tell me what you need, and maybe I’ll let you have it.”
“I need to come while you’re fucking me like this.” She was beyond caring that she was pleading and panting. “Please.”
“That can definitely be arranged.” She heard the satisfied smile in his voice as he shifted slightly, then his free hand moved between her hips and the mattress.
She was expecting his fingers to work their magic, but instead felt something hard and cool press against her clit. Before she could comprehend what it was, she heard the click of a switch, and the mini vibrator Evie had seen in the basket of sex aids her mother had given them came to life with a low, steady hum against that needy, hard knot of flesh.
She gasped in shock, her entire body instantly lighting up as though she’d stuck her finger into an electrical socket. Her stomach tumbled, her thighs shook, and behind her, Eric chuckled sinfully in her ear.
She gathered the sheets in her fists, trying desperately to twist beneath him, to rub against the device that felt like a dozen tongues flicking at her clit. “Eric . . . please let me move.”
“Mmm.” He buried his face in her hair and, much to her relief, released her hands. “You beg so prettily, so yes, you can move.” His lower body eased up slightly on hers, allowing her to grind down on the vibe, but his thick erection wasn’t nearly as deep as she needed it to be.
“It’s not enough,” she moaned, wondering when she’d become so wanton and demanding.
“What do you want now?” he asked, his voice rough with amusement.
She huffed out a frustrated breath because he already knew the answer to his question. He was just forcing her to say the dirty words out loud. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Deep.”
“Greedy girl.” The husky sound of his voice shot straight to her core. “How about you fuck yourself on my cock and take whatever you want, however you need?”
He gave her just enough room to push back and impale herself on his shaft while riding the vibrating toy he held firmly against her clit. She undulated her hips, rocking back and forth, taking him again and again until the friction of his cock, combined with the relentless humming between her legs, had her entire body shaking with the strength of her release.