Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour 4)

“I’ll be right back,” Trey said. “Keep her warm while I’m gone, Eric.” He tucked his c**k into his shorts and left the bedroom.

Rebekah’s eyes met Eric’s. “Did you like watching me touch myself in my bunk?” she whispered, an adorable blush staining her cheeks.

“It was the hottest f**king thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He collapsed onto his back beside her and clung to the covers so he wouldn’t be tempted to jack off until Trey got back.

She chuckled. “I doubt that.”

“I mean it.”

“Which part did you like the best?”

“All of it.”

“Did you like when I played with my ni**les?”

Eric swallowed and nodded.

“And when I took off my panties?”

He’d thought his heart would leap out of his chest when she’d thrown them at him. And when he’d caught the scent of her pu**y. Damn. “Yeah.” Eric squeezed his eyes shut and banged the back of his head repeatedly on the mattress. He obviously needed something a bit harder than a bed to knock some sense into himself. He could still feel the silky texture of her panties on his fingertips. His hands remembered every caress against her warm, soft skin. He remembered the taste of her pu**y. Its smell. He shuddered as the recollection of each erotic sensation merged to fuel his excitement.

Rebekah crawled closer until her body partially covered his. Her bare breast against his naked chest had him on the verge of orgasm. Why couldn’t he be like the other Sinners and f**k for hours without coming? Oh no. A girl touches him, and he’s ruining another pair of jeans. Fuck. It so wasn’t fair. He gulped air and tried to curtail his arousal before he started spurting all over his belly. She grabbed a handful of Eric’s hair in each fist and forced him to look at her.

She was so beautiful, he could hardly stand to keep his eyes open.

“What else did you like?” she demanded.

“Everything,” he insisted. “Especially when you came.” Oh dear God. Her entire body had quaked, and her fingers had been buried inside her pu**y. And. And… Eric squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to think of that beautiful sight. Or her scent. Or the little sighs of pleasure she made. Or her taste. Ah God. He was gonna come. The first pulsations of release were already causing pleasure spasms deep inside.

“Did you think that was sexy?” she whispered. “When I came for you?”

She came for him? Eric grabbed the head of his c**k and squeezed. Hoping the pain would calm his excitement a bit.

“Everything about you is sexy, Rebekah,” he gasped.

“Really?” Her voice cracked. She looked like she was going to cry again.

Eric’s heart panged, and he released his punishing hold on his c**k to touch her face with his fingertips. “What’s wrong? I can’t stand it when you’re sad.”

He hadn’t noticed the traces of pr**cum on his palm, but she did. She turned her head and licked it from his hand. “Mmm. Is that for me?”

“Ah, shit,” he groaned. Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come, he repeated to himself silently.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

He bit his bottom lip and shook his head. “Not exactly. If you do one more sexy thing, I’m going to embarrass myself even more than usual.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

He couldn’t tell her he had control issues.

She turned her head and looked down his body. “You’re still really hard,” she noted. She released his hair and reached for…

Eric moved sideways along the bed until his feet found the floor. She still had a handful of his hair clutched in one fist, but she released it when he winced in pain.

“I’m going to see where Trey went. He should have been back by now,” Eric said.

“But…”

Eric hurried out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He banged the back of his head against the door until he could remember how to breathe again.

“What are you doing?” Trey whispered loudly from the open bathroom to Eric’s left. From the look of things, Trey had just rubbed one out himself. Hadn’t he left the bedroom to get anal lube or something? Why was he jerking it in the bathroom? “And you’re still hard.” Trey came into the hall to smack Eric in the arm. “Get back in there and f**k her, you idiot.”

Eric stared at him. “What?”

“You like her, don’t you?”

“N-no. You can—”

Trey punched him in the shoulder. “No. I didn’t give up a sweet piece of ass so you can chicken out. Get back in there. How are you not f**king her right now? I was sure she was excited enough before I left.”

Trey yanked Eric away from the door so he could open it and shove Eric inside. The door closed behind him, and for a panicked second, Eric pushed against the door trying to escape. Apparently, Trey was leaning against it from the outside.

“What’s going on?” Rebekah asked.

The sound of her voice made his overexcited c**k twitch.

He turned to face her. Might as well spell it all out no matter how embarrassing it was. “Just looking at you excites me to orgasm.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s pathetic, isn’t it?”

She shook her head. “I’m glad.”

She was lying on her back. While he watched, she spread her thighs. Using her fingers, she spread her labia to reveal her opening. He took his c**k in his hand and closed his eyes. “If you don’t stop showing me things like that, I’m going to come.”

“Come closer, Eric,” she murmured. “Will you do something for me?”

“Anything.” He meant it.

“Will you come on my clit?”

He nodded.

“And then lick it off until I come too?”

Eric’s mouth went dry. He approached the bed as if his dick were a dousing wire and Rebekah’s pu**y was the deepest, purist artesian well ever discovered. He pulled her to the end of the bed and stood between her wide-open thighs.

She sat up so she could see what was happening.

Eric bent over her so that the head of his c**k was perfectly aligned with her clit. He could feel her moist heat and knew that if he shifted down a couple of inches and surged forward he’d be inside her sweet pu**y. Possessing her. Fucking her. He sucked a breath through his teeth. Just the thought of entering her was too much. He imagined what that hot, slick sheath would feel like around him. He collected her slick fluids with his fingertips and stroked them over the surface of his c**k slowly. He repeated the motion until his entire length was wet with her juices. He was careful to keep his c**k in line so that he would spurt on her clit as she’d requested. He fought orgasm as long as he could, wanting her anticipation to build.