Author: Olivia Cunning

“I’d pry, but the last thing I want to talk about is one of your ex-boyfriends. Let’s go make love now. I need to bury myself in your sweet pussy.”

Her eyes widened, and he bit his lip.

“Sorry.” He was bound and determined to fuck this up with his big mouth.

“Don’t apologize. I need you buried inside my sweet…” She swallowed. “…pussy.” That last word came out in an excited whisper.

He grinned. “Yeah, you do.”

They headed out of the stadium and hurried toward the buses, equipment trucks, and Jon’s Jeep. Jon was not allowed on the tour bus, so he had to meet them at the venues in his own vehicle.

Eric loved how Rebekah held his hand as if they were an actual couple while they crossed the parking lot.

“Are you free of STDs?” she asked.

Eric tripped over both feet. “What? Why would you ask me something like that?”

“Just tell me the truth.”

“Yes, I’m clean. I always wear a condom. Sometimes two to decrease my sensitivity.”

“Always?”

“Yes, always.”

“Would you be against not wearing one tonight? I want you to feel everything inside me. Intimately.” She ducked her head. “I swear to you that I’m clean too.”

“You want me inside you without a condom?”

“Well, it’s not like I can get pregnant.” She sounded so sad when she said it that Eric’s heart shattered.

He released her hand so he could wrap his arm around her shoulders and draw her closer.

“Does it bother you? Knowing that?” she whispered.

“Of course not. Just the thought of being inside you without a condom has me hard as stone.”

Her hand slid over his fly and she discovered he wasn’t lying about that either.

“Are you sure you can get it up more than once in a night?” she asked.

He chuckled. That would be absolutely no problem whatsoever. Especially not with Rebekah. He’d had a perpetual stiffy since he’d gotten his first glimpse of her. “I’m sure.”

She grinned. “I’m counting on that, you know.”

She was? He wondered what she meant. When they reached Jon’s Jeep, Eric opened the door for Rebekah and helped her into the passenger side. When he climbed into the driver’s side, he pushed the seat all the way back to accommodate his long legs. Rebekah’s hand landed in his lap. At first, he thought she had her hand on his cock by mistake, but then she unfastened his fly.

“What are you—”

“Shh,” she said. “Turn on the overhead light.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s dark in here. Don’t you want to watch?”

“Watch?”

Her hand slid into his underwear and against his cock. He almost jumped out of the seat. He fumbled with the controls until the light came on. He looked at his lap and watched her slide his cock into her mouth. Watching his flesh disappear into her mouth coupled with the exquisite pleasure had his breath hitching immediately. He tenderly stroked her soft hair from her face and discovered more than the pleasure she gave as he watched. Emotions welled up in his tight chest. He’d never felt anything like this. Well, yeah, he’d had innumerable fantastic blow jobs in his life, but the other side of this was entirely new. The feeling that he’d do anything to make this woman happy, anything to be with her. That was unique and a bit scary. Not scary enough for him to back off though. His dreams of a perfect woman didn’t even come close to how wonderful Rebekah was. He knew he’d never done anything to deserve her, but that would not stop him from claiming her as his. Whatever it took.

He lost the thread of his thoughts as her suction intensified. He gasped, and his eyelids fluttered. The steering wheel was in her way, so she couldn’t pull back very far. She made up for it by writhing the back of her tongue against the head of his cock.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he watched her. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.”

She sucked harder.

“God, that feels good,” he gasped. She sucked harder. She was going to make him come. Should he even try to fight it? She was unusual in that she didn’t expect him to. She liked him to get carried away in his own excitement. “Rebekah. Rebekah? Rebekah!” His fingers clutched her hair. She pulled back at the last moment and held her mouth open. He watched his cum spurt into her mouth and bathe her tongue. She shifted slightly so the second spurt hit her lower lip. Her chin. Into her mouth again.

“Fuck.” He gasped and forced himself not to squeeze his eyes shut in tormented bliss. That was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his life. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked long after he’d stopped spurting.

“Okay. Okay. Okay,” he gasped, his entire body shuddering with the aftereffects of release.

She released him from his blissful torture and sat upright. Her tongue slid from between her lips and she licked at the cum just under her lower lip. Eric grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. The horn blared, and she started before laughing. He placed open-mouthed kisses on her chin, collecting his fluids from her skin before kissing her smiling lips. She returned his kisses hungrily. By the time she tugged away, his excitement was already getting the better of him again.

“If you don’t stop doing sexy stuff like that, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” he said.

“I think your heart can take it,” she challenged. “You’re young and healthy. And you lasted at least ten minutes that time.”

“I did?”

“I have this theory about you,” Rebekah said. She reached for his softening cock, which twitched excitedly in her hand as soon as she cradled it in her palm. She carefully tucked it into his boxer briefs.

“What kind of theory?”

She looked at him, her beguiling blue eyes half-hidden by thick lashes. “The more often I make you come, the longer you’ll last.”

His heart thudded. Did that mean what he thought it meant? “Are you planning on testing that theory?”

She grinned. “Heck yeah, I am.”

“You are the smartest woman I’ve ever met.”

She laughed. “I’m more into hands-on learning, if you know what I mean. Are we going to the hotel now? I want to try more experiments.”

He started the ignition, checked over his shoulder, popped the clutch, and punched the accelerator. The Jeep shot backward out of the parking space. He shifted into first and the tires squealed as they sped out of the lot.

Eyes wide, Rebekah fastened her seat belt and clung to the dashboard with her fingernails. “Eric, slow down.”

He grinned, and the tires barked as he downshifted and slid around a corner. “I always drive like this.”

“Then I absolutely refuse to help you fix your Corvette. You’ll end up killing yourself with that much power in a little car!”

He eased off the accelerator slightly. For her sake, not his. He loved to go fast. There were few things that got his blood pumping as quickly. He spotted a neon sign ahead flashing XXX. And that would be another one.

“Pit stop,” he said and hit the brakes.

Skidding sideways, he stopped directly in the center of a parking spot in front of the entrance of the adult store.

“I’m driving the rest of the way,” Rebekah said. “As soon as my knees stop knocking together and I can get my fingernails pried out of the dashboard.”

“I’m a good driver,” Eric insisted. “Never had an accident.”

“How many speeding tickets have you had?”

“They have to catch you to give you a ticket.” He winked before opening his door and darting around the car to her side.

Her eyes were as wide as saucers when he helped her out of the car. “W-what are we d-doing here?”

Oh God, the stuttering thing. He kissed her trembling lips. Couldn’t help it. “Supplies,” he said and grasped her hand.

“I’ve n-never been in an adult s-store before.” Her stuttering was so fucking cute. He wondered if she had any idea how endearing she was when she was unsettled.

“Do you want to wait in the car?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I didn’t say that.”

She clung to his hand with both of hers as they entered the store. She attempted to use his body as a human shield, which made everyone notice her more, not less. They started in the adult toys section. Even more adorable than the stuttering, Rebekah blushed a shade redder than her T-shirt. He couldn’t wait to get her alone and just bask in her sweetness. When she pulled a huge vibrating dildo off the shelf, his thoughts took a sudden turn south. Oh God, she was going to let him fuck her. Accept his cock inside her body. Without a condom.

“What is all this stuff?” she whispered, her eyes wide as she ogled the package in her hands.

“For your pleasure, my lady.”

He stole a kiss and selected several things he figured she’d enjoy. He handed them to her in quick succession. Her arms were overflowing with dildos and vibrators, butt plugs and clit stimulators within minutes.

“We better get lots of batteries,” he told her.

She blushed a shade deeper and then busted out laughing, dropping several packages in the process. “They have costumes,” she said, nodding toward the back of the store.

Eric dropped off a load of purchases on the counter. If the clerk was surprised, she didn’t show it. “Is there anything I can help you two find?” she asked.

“Just start ringing it up. We’re in a hurry,” he said.

Eric grabbed Rebekah’s hand and tugged her to the back of the store. He reached for a nurse’s outfit first. He still wanted her to test his reflexes. He held up the little white dress in front of her. “Is this the right size?” he asked.

She checked the tag. “It should fit. I don’t think it will cover my ass though.” She tugged at the hem.

“Then it’s exactly the right size.” It was about the length of a long T-shirt and cut low in the front. Ah man. He was getting hard just picturing her in it. Maybe she’d wear white thigh-high stockings and heels. And a little hat. And stick a thermometer in his…

Eric forced his attention back to the merchandise. Unable to decide if he’d rather her dress as a cat or a pirate wench or a devil girl or a French maid or a teacher or a naughty schoolgirl or any other fantasy a man could possibly have, he grabbed one of every costume available and all the accessories that matched.

“If you think I’m the only one dressing up, you have another thing comin’, Eric Sticks.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Get the chaps and the cowboy hat.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He rifled through a rack of fringed, suede chaps, looking for his size. Tall.

“Oh, and the vampire cape and the baseball player and the camouflage with the dog tags.” She paused and looked up. “And the rock star leather.”

He laughed. “That’s not a fantasy, baby.”

“Maybe not for you, but it is for me.” Arms overloaded with purchases, she tilted her head back and offered her lips. “We need to go. It’s getting late.”

He kissed her. “Yeah, we’ve both had a long day. We’ll probably just fall asleep as soon as we find a bed.” He glanced at her sidelong, giving her a chance to back out if she wanted to.

She chuckled in the back of her throat. “You’ll be lucky if I let you sleep at all. I’m ready to have fun. I hope you’re ready to be up all night.”

He smiled. She still wanted him, even knowing he was far more Mr. Porn Star than Mr. Romance. His arms full, he nudged her toward the checkout. While Rebekah oversaw the process, Eric browsed an aisle for various oils. He caught Rebekah sneaking things into their pile of purchases when she thought he wasn’t looking.