Wicked Beat
Page 18
“I think you’ve had enough,” Trey said. Again with the devious grin and twinkling green eyes.
“More,” Eric growled. He sometimes scared himself when he got out of control like this, but at the moment he wasn’t scared of his lust. He merely wanted it appeased.
“Why don’t you let her taste herself on your lips?”
Eric’s heart thudded and then began to race. That would entail kissing her. Eric launched himself across the bed and landed beside Rebekah. She laughed softly and grinned up at him.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
She sank her fingers into the long hairs at his nape and lifted her head to claim his lips. He took that as a yes. Eric got lost in her kiss. These lips were as sweet as her others, and her scent still clung to his skin. Each inhalation of her musk ratcheted his desire to a higher level. He wanted her. So much. His hand slid over her rib cage and cupped her small breast. When his thumb brushed her hardened nipple, she gasped into his mouth.
Unexpectedly, she turned her head to the side and separated their mouths. “Wait,” she cried and slid her hips across the bed. “Don’t.”
Eric looked down at Trey. He wasn’t sure what Trey had been doing to Rebekah while he’d been distracted with her kisses, but Trey looked none too pleased about her sudden refusal.
“What do you mean ‘don’t’? You aren’t going to leave us hanging again, are you?”
“I mean, don’t. Not there,” she said, her words broken by ragged gasps.
Eric looked at her and found her eyes brimmed with tears. His heart stumbled like a racehorse going down at top speed. He wrapped both arms around her and tucked her head against his chest.
“We’ll stop,” Eric promised. He’d definitely need to jack off, and soon, but his satisfaction was not worth this woman’s tears. He kissed the top of her head.
“No,” she said, “I don’t want you to stop, Trey. Just not there.”
“Not everyone likes anal, Trey,” Eric said, tugging her more securely against him. He wasn’t sure why holding her made his heart race so fast. He just wanted her closer. To absorb her into his body. What a strange thought.
“I wasn’t touching her ass. I was—”
“Yes, anal. I want anal,” Rebekah said, her voice muffled by Eric’s chest. “I loooooove it. Give it to me in the ass, Trey.”
“Ashtray?” Eric echoed, confused.
Rebekah’s body shook against his as she laughed. “In the ass, Trey, not the ashtray.”
“Oh.” For some reason Eric would rather Trey f**k an ashtray.
“No pu**y? You sure?” Trey asked. “That’s what Eric really likes to watch.”
True. That’s what Eric usually liked to watch—some chick’s swollen pu**y getting stuffed with a friend’s cock—but this wasn’t some chick. This was Rebekah. He’d be totally okay with Trey getting lost and just watching Rebekah pleasure herself again. That had been beautiful. Magnificent. Sexy. And most importantly, for him alone.
“Maybe you want to let go of her now, Eric,” Trey said, tugging on Rebekah’s ankle.
No, not really, but he did anyway. Eric captured her lovely face between his hands and kissed her nose. “If you don’t want to, you can tell Trey no.”
“I do want to,” she said breathlessly.
Damn.
Rebekah rolled away from Eric and onto her belly. She spread her ass cheeks with both hands and said, “Okay, do it. I’m ready.”
Eric scooted down the bed for a better look. He’d never seen a pu**y more swollen and wet. How could she possibly mean she’d rather have it in the ass? It was a very nice ass, but no comparison to her feminine folds.
Trey chuckled. “Not even close. I was prepping the wrong hole the entire time. Now I have to start over.” He wet the tip of his middle finger by collecting the fluids drenching the flesh between her legs and then slipped it inside her tight ass to the first knuckle.
Rebekah tensed.
“Just as I thought,” Trey said. “You’ve never done this before.”
“Yes I have. Lots of times.”
Eric watched Trey’s finger slide deeper into her back passage, and then he slowly withdrew it before plunging it into her body again. Trey was right. She was entirely too tense for someone who looooooved anal. Didn’t matter to Eric, though. Watching Trey loosen her passage was damned sexy. Eric’s c**k began to throb incessantly. If he hadn’t been worried that Rebekah would be put off by his actions, Eric would have stroked himself in time with Trey’s gentle probing.
Trey leaned over Rebekah’s body to whisper into Eric’s ear, “Show her that she turns you on, Eric. That’s what she really wants. Better yet, tell her.” Trey leaned back and winked at him.
Huh? Tell her. Tell her what?
“Your ass is so sexy, Rebekah,” Eric said, feeling pretty stupid for saying it.
“It is?” she panted and rocked backward to take Trey’s finger deeper. Eric’s c**k twitched at the sight.
“Yeah. Just looking at it makes me want to touch myself.”
Rebekah surprised him by grabbing the front of his underwear and tugging them down until his rigid c**k sprang free. “Oh, Eric, you’re so hard. Is it for me?”
Who else would he be this hard for? Trey? No chance. “Yes. For you.”
She ran a single finger up the length of him and settled her fingertip in the tiny opening at the tip. Eric sucked an exited breath through his teeth.
“That’s it, Rebekah. Relax.” Trey had two fingers inside her ass now. “I’m hard for you too.”
“You are?” She glanced over her shoulder. “Show me, Trey.”
Trey whipped his hard dick out of his boxer shorts, and Rebekah’s hand moved to circle Eric’s c**k as she stared at the evidence of Trey’s excitement. She tugged Eric’s c**k a few times, and his eyes drifted shut.
“Touch yourself, Eric,” she panted. “Please.”
She released him and grabbed his hand, directing it to the smooth hot flesh of his cock.
“Look at me and touch yourself,” she instructed.
He definitely wanted to touch himself when he looked at her.
Trey pulled away and moved around the bed to a side table drawer. “I wonder if someone thought to restock our fun drawer.” He pulled it open and found it empty. “Ah, this sucks.”
Brian and Sed had been the ones who replenished their stock of sex toys, condoms, and lubricants. Now that the two were in committed relationships, Eric supposed they had less need for the usual supplies.
“More,” Eric growled. He sometimes scared himself when he got out of control like this, but at the moment he wasn’t scared of his lust. He merely wanted it appeased.
“Why don’t you let her taste herself on your lips?”
Eric’s heart thudded and then began to race. That would entail kissing her. Eric launched himself across the bed and landed beside Rebekah. She laughed softly and grinned up at him.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
She sank her fingers into the long hairs at his nape and lifted her head to claim his lips. He took that as a yes. Eric got lost in her kiss. These lips were as sweet as her others, and her scent still clung to his skin. Each inhalation of her musk ratcheted his desire to a higher level. He wanted her. So much. His hand slid over her rib cage and cupped her small breast. When his thumb brushed her hardened nipple, she gasped into his mouth.
Unexpectedly, she turned her head to the side and separated their mouths. “Wait,” she cried and slid her hips across the bed. “Don’t.”
Eric looked down at Trey. He wasn’t sure what Trey had been doing to Rebekah while he’d been distracted with her kisses, but Trey looked none too pleased about her sudden refusal.
“What do you mean ‘don’t’? You aren’t going to leave us hanging again, are you?”
“I mean, don’t. Not there,” she said, her words broken by ragged gasps.
Eric looked at her and found her eyes brimmed with tears. His heart stumbled like a racehorse going down at top speed. He wrapped both arms around her and tucked her head against his chest.
“We’ll stop,” Eric promised. He’d definitely need to jack off, and soon, but his satisfaction was not worth this woman’s tears. He kissed the top of her head.
“No,” she said, “I don’t want you to stop, Trey. Just not there.”
“Not everyone likes anal, Trey,” Eric said, tugging her more securely against him. He wasn’t sure why holding her made his heart race so fast. He just wanted her closer. To absorb her into his body. What a strange thought.
“I wasn’t touching her ass. I was—”
“Yes, anal. I want anal,” Rebekah said, her voice muffled by Eric’s chest. “I loooooove it. Give it to me in the ass, Trey.”
“Ashtray?” Eric echoed, confused.
Rebekah’s body shook against his as she laughed. “In the ass, Trey, not the ashtray.”
“Oh.” For some reason Eric would rather Trey f**k an ashtray.
“No pu**y? You sure?” Trey asked. “That’s what Eric really likes to watch.”
True. That’s what Eric usually liked to watch—some chick’s swollen pu**y getting stuffed with a friend’s cock—but this wasn’t some chick. This was Rebekah. He’d be totally okay with Trey getting lost and just watching Rebekah pleasure herself again. That had been beautiful. Magnificent. Sexy. And most importantly, for him alone.
“Maybe you want to let go of her now, Eric,” Trey said, tugging on Rebekah’s ankle.
No, not really, but he did anyway. Eric captured her lovely face between his hands and kissed her nose. “If you don’t want to, you can tell Trey no.”
“I do want to,” she said breathlessly.
Damn.
Rebekah rolled away from Eric and onto her belly. She spread her ass cheeks with both hands and said, “Okay, do it. I’m ready.”
Eric scooted down the bed for a better look. He’d never seen a pu**y more swollen and wet. How could she possibly mean she’d rather have it in the ass? It was a very nice ass, but no comparison to her feminine folds.
Trey chuckled. “Not even close. I was prepping the wrong hole the entire time. Now I have to start over.” He wet the tip of his middle finger by collecting the fluids drenching the flesh between her legs and then slipped it inside her tight ass to the first knuckle.
Rebekah tensed.
“Just as I thought,” Trey said. “You’ve never done this before.”
“Yes I have. Lots of times.”
Eric watched Trey’s finger slide deeper into her back passage, and then he slowly withdrew it before plunging it into her body again. Trey was right. She was entirely too tense for someone who looooooved anal. Didn’t matter to Eric, though. Watching Trey loosen her passage was damned sexy. Eric’s c**k began to throb incessantly. If he hadn’t been worried that Rebekah would be put off by his actions, Eric would have stroked himself in time with Trey’s gentle probing.
Trey leaned over Rebekah’s body to whisper into Eric’s ear, “Show her that she turns you on, Eric. That’s what she really wants. Better yet, tell her.” Trey leaned back and winked at him.
Huh? Tell her. Tell her what?
“Your ass is so sexy, Rebekah,” Eric said, feeling pretty stupid for saying it.
“It is?” she panted and rocked backward to take Trey’s finger deeper. Eric’s c**k twitched at the sight.
“Yeah. Just looking at it makes me want to touch myself.”
Rebekah surprised him by grabbing the front of his underwear and tugging them down until his rigid c**k sprang free. “Oh, Eric, you’re so hard. Is it for me?”
Who else would he be this hard for? Trey? No chance. “Yes. For you.”
She ran a single finger up the length of him and settled her fingertip in the tiny opening at the tip. Eric sucked an exited breath through his teeth.
“That’s it, Rebekah. Relax.” Trey had two fingers inside her ass now. “I’m hard for you too.”
“You are?” She glanced over her shoulder. “Show me, Trey.”
Trey whipped his hard dick out of his boxer shorts, and Rebekah’s hand moved to circle Eric’s c**k as she stared at the evidence of Trey’s excitement. She tugged Eric’s c**k a few times, and his eyes drifted shut.
“Touch yourself, Eric,” she panted. “Please.”
She released him and grabbed his hand, directing it to the smooth hot flesh of his cock.
“Look at me and touch yourself,” she instructed.
He definitely wanted to touch himself when he looked at her.
Trey pulled away and moved around the bed to a side table drawer. “I wonder if someone thought to restock our fun drawer.” He pulled it open and found it empty. “Ah, this sucks.”
Brian and Sed had been the ones who replenished their stock of sex toys, condoms, and lubricants. Now that the two were in committed relationships, Eric supposed they had less need for the usual supplies.
