She approached him and pulled his sweaty T-shirt over his head. If anyone needed a shower after a live show, it was him.
“Now your pants,” she said, her fingertips trailing down one side of his chest to his rib cage. She snagged his nipple ring on the way down and tugged it just hard enough to make his belly tighten.
Eric kicked off his shoes and lifted his hips from the bench to remove his jeans and underwear.
She leaned over him, her fingertips skimming the length of his cock. His entire body jerked at her attention. “I know I said you weren’t going to get lesson two until tomorrow, but I’m going to be proven a liar. I am so going to suck your c**k tonight. Probably more than once. I want your cum in my mouth. To taste it. To feel it hit the back of my throat. To swallow it.”
He groaned.
“Do you want that?”
He nodded.
She glanced over his shoulder. “Is there a lock on that door?”
Her words took awhile to register. Her close proximity and promises of coming in her mouth had all rational thought scattered with the wind.
“I’ll go check,” he said finally. He forced himself from the bench and staggered toward the door. It did have a deadbolt. After he locked it, he turned to find Rebekah back in the shower soaping her beautiful br**sts. He watched her from across the room, completely transfixed by her motions and the way she pretended he wasn’t there. She was so perfect for him. Everything about her. Perfect. He’d never believed one person was tailor-made specifically for him until now. He was starting to think like Brian von Romantic de Retard. Pretty lame. Yet so totally not. Now that he knew what it felt like, it wasn’t lame at all. Eric approached the low wall slowly, never taking his eyes off Rebekah. He stood there for several minutes, watching her pluck her ni**les impatiently until he couldn’t stand it and went to join her.
Rebekah gasped, as if surprised by Eric’s presence, and covered her soapy, wet br**sts with her hands. “Oh, monsieur,” she said in a poor attempt at a French accent. “I apologize for my trespass in your private bathroom. How long have you been watching me enjoy the flow of water?”
“Far too long. I couldn’t stay away another minute.”
“I pray you will not punish me too harshly, monsieur. How will I ever escape such a devilishly handsome rake?”
Eric hesitated. “Rake? Like for leaves and junk?”
Rebekah tossed her head back and laughed until Eric thought she would pass out from lack of air. When she finally stopped howling with laughter, she wiped the tears from her eyes and dropped her teasing French accent. “I thought we could play one of those pretend games we talked about,” she whispered.
He instantly imagined her in a slutty nurse outfit in his mind’s eye. She could test his reflexes all night long as far as he was concerned. “Will this require thinking on my part? I’m way too turned on to think right now.”
“Well then, my handsome, devilish rake—meaning scoundrel, not leaf-gathering tool—maybe you should demand certain favors in return for this innocent young maiden’s safe release. She was trespassing in your private bathroom, after all. The least she can do is please you.”
“That’s pretty sleazy, even for me,” Eric said.
“It’s a game. Just go with it.”
“Okay, but don’t get mad at me for being more devil than rake.” He grinned, hoping he looked more devilish than sleazy. “Mademoiselle, there are consequences for trespassing in this part of… France?”
Rebekah nodded, grinning and totally out of character. “Please do not turn me in to the authorities, monsieur. I will do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, yes, anything.”
“I require but one kiss,” he murmured and wrapped his arms around her to draw her near.
“That’s it?” she said, losing her accent again.
“It is more than any leaf-gathering tool deserves.” He lowered his head and kissed her. She tasted like pure heaven. Her soft curves pressed against his hard chest. He filled his hands with her slick flesh and allowed himself to sample every inch of her mouth. Something had changed between them. There was a mutual trust. A bond. It had spawned from her confession about her brush with cancer and her limp-dicked ex-boyfriend. Eric vowed to never do anything to upset that trust. He didn’t want to move too fast and scare her away. He planned to keep her around for a while. Like an eternity, or something a bit longer.
She tugged her mouth away. “Monsieur, what is that poking me in the belly?” She batted her eyelashes.
Well, okay, if she insisted on moving faster and making his every fantasy a reality, he wasn’t going to resist. Much. “That is what happens to a man when he has a naked chick in his arms.”
“Chick?”
“I mean innocent… What did you call it?”
“Innocent young maiden,” she whispered.
“Right.” He cleared his throat. He was having an exceedingly difficult time concentrating. “That is what happens to a man when he has an innocent young maiden in his arms. Especially a f**king gorgeous, naked one named Rebekah Blake.”
“I’ve never seen such a thing, monsieur,” she said, her eyes wide with wonder. “Might I examine your wondrous protrusion?”
“Wondrous protrusion?” Now it was Eric’s turn to laugh. “Sure, baby, you can examine my wondrous protrusion as much as you want.”
Her small hand circled his c**k and stroked its length. “It’s so hard and hot. The skin so smooth.” She rubbed her thumb over the expanded head, and he drew a shaky breath through his teeth. “Does that feel good, monsieur?”
“Yes, that feels really good.”
She rubbed his c**k head gently. Already his excitement was near the breaking point. She touched the bead of pr**cum with her fingertips. “What is this?” she questioned. She collected the tiny sample of fluid with her thumb and rubbed it on her tongue. “Oh, monsieur, the taste is delicious. Is there more for me to sample?”
Eric tried to think of something to continue their little game, but the best he could come up with was a breathless, “Yeah.”
She slid down his body and licked the head of his c**k tentatively. “How do I get more to come out?” she asked.
“S-suck.”
She sucked. His fingers tangled in her silky hair as she sucked hard and bobbed her head to rub her lips over his sensitive rim. He watched her suck him, his c**k disappearing into her sweet mouth. His breaths came in excited huffs. His pleasure built. And built. Oh God. He fought orgasm, but as usual his body didn’t cooperate with his will. He clung to her scalp and thrust deep into the back of her throat as he came with a hoarse cry. She swallowed his cum, her throat muscles working around the head of his cock, and it was almost too much to bear.