Erik (Arizona Vengeance 2)

“Lie back, Blue,” he orders me again and my body complies. I sink back onto the mattress, my gaze coasting to the ceiling above me because I don’t think I can bear to watch him. It would be too much.

Too powerful.

I feel Erik’s hands under my legs, lifting and spreading them. They come to rest on his shoulders and then I feel the heat of his breath on my pussy for just the briefest of moments.

Then his mouth is on me.

It’s warm and wet. All-encompassing. Totally devouring.

Erik’s hands slide under my ass and curl to grip my hips. He pulls hard on my body, forcing me deeper into his mouth so he can eat me.

“Oh God,” I cry out as he drives his tongue into me, pressing his face hard against my wet flesh. He growls in need, maybe satisfaction and the vibrations rumble through me. My hips surge up, needing more and Erik gives it to me.

He sucks and laps and even bites. He drives me steadily higher with the power of his mouth alone. He acts like a man starved and I’m the only nourishment that will suffice.

I feel the orgasm rushing toward me and I want it. I want it bad so I open up and let it have me. Erik sucks hard on my clit and I blow apart with a scream that I’m pretty sure could be heard in the adjoining rooms. Erik merely growls again—this time with supreme satisfaction—as he continues to lick and nuzzle at me, bringing me gently back down to earth again.

I manage to get my elbows to the mattress to lift myself up and I stare almost blearily at him. His chin rests on my pelvic bone and he grins like a Cheshire cat at me. His lips are shiny with my wetness and when his tongue comes out to lick at them, I have another bolt of lust strike me hard. I may have just come harder than ever before in my life, but I’m ten times hornier right now than I was just before my orgasm hit me.

“Get a condom out,” I order Erik.

I’m stunned to get a sad shake of Erik’s head as he comes to his feet. His cock is tenting the front of his dress pants. “Don’t have one.”

“What?” I practically shriek as I scramble from the mattress. “What kind of playboy professional hockey player doesn’t have a condom on him?”

“Wasn’t expecting this tonight, Blue.”

And it hits me. He really was taking things slow and this had not crossed his mind at all—that we would be together in an intimate position tonight.

Erik chuckles and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “I won’t make that mistake again, but that’s it for tonight.”

“Oh, hell no it isn’t,” I say with a snarl of challenge. My hands go to his dress shirt and I work quickly at the buttons.

“What are you doing, Blue?” Erik asks with an amused expression on his face.

“Going to give you exactly what you just gave me,” I tell him as I tug at the material. It gets stuck on his broad shoulders and I decide not to waste time on it. My hands drop to his belt and I easily work it open. Next the button, and then the zipper. Erik’s breath catches when I slip my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and push them down along with his pants. I get them down to mid-thigh, dropping to my knees before him at the same time.

Slowly, I look up his body. Strong, tanned legs with dark, crisp hair covering them. His cock which is erect and sticking upward with a slight curve to it. His heavy balls, completely smooth from the waxing he did just to get a date with me. I have to admit I like it this way, particularly around the base of his dick which makes it look infinitely larger.

My gaze goes farther upward and I see that Erik has the bottom of his T-shirt and dress shirt clutched in his hands and pulled halfway up his torso so he can look down to see what’s going on, his eyes dark and filled with need. His abs are contracted into sexy ridges with a line of dark hair going from the bottom of his belly button and stopping just short of his pelvis where the skin turns smooth and bare.

Putting my hands on the backs of Erik’s thighs, I lean in and tilt my head. I do nothing but draw the tip of my tongue along the front of his balls, marveling at how soft they are.

“Fuck,” Erik barks and his hips punch forward in surprise. “That feels…different.”

“No hair to lessen the sensation,” I murmur and kiss him there softly. I open my mouth and suck one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue. One of Erik’s hands come to the back of my head and he holds me tightly to him for a moment, groaning over the way I work at him.