“Do you want to turn over, Mr. Quinn?” his lips whisper into my ear.
I lift myself up and roll over, my back to him, my knees on the mattress, my hands grappling at the headboard.
“God…” His mouth roams my skin. “I love your back.” He kisses me slowly, the heat of his breath lighting a fire in me. His hands caress my sides, his fingers pressing gently. “Not to mention the rest of you.”
A shiver of excitement shudders through me as I feel his breath and his fingers on my skin.
“I’m dying to fuck you,” he says, his voice like hot lava dripping down my spine.
“Me too,” I pant.
“Mmm?”
“I’m dying, too.”
“That was what I wanted to hear.” He lets me go for a moment, and I feel a cold liquid drip down my back and between my butt cheeks.
His arm wraps around my torso and brings me close to him, his fingers playing with me. They press down and I groan shamelessly, attached to him.
“Yeah, take it,” he says, as I move my hips towards him. “Move just like that…”
“Oh, yes…” I grab onto his arm as I move onto his fingers. “Fuck me, Eric. God… Fuck me.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
I nod, letting my head fall back against his shoulder. I feel his fingers slide out of me, his erection quickly taking their place, pushing slowly but decisively into my body.
“Yes.” Eric’s lips tickle my neck. “Move again, Sean. Let me feel how much you want me.”
I move to meet his thrusts, his erection plunging into me hard; his hand is wrapped around my torso, holding me up; my eyes are closed, my groans guttural; Eric’s breathing sets fire to my skin.
“Faster,” I beg him, with the last breath in my body. “Harder…”
“Fuck, fuck…” Eric lets me go and grabs my hips, as I fall weakly against the headboard, trying to keep my head up and resist the devastation of Eric’s thrusts.
“I’m going to come,” Eric says, his voice scratchy with passion, by the wave of pleasure taking over him. “Inside you, God… I’m about to…” His nails dig into my arse, his breathing morphing into a long moan. His hips shake erratically for a few moments, before Eric falls onto my back, and I fall onto the mattress beneath us. His hot breath is on my neck, his sweat mixing with my own. There’s an electricity, an intensity between us, vibrating on our skin and through our veins. There’s a certainty that the terms of our deal have been well and truly cast out the window, now, along with the lives we’ve led before we met.
41Eric
“Merry Christmas,” Larry says as he walks into the kitchen.
“Merry Christmas to you, too.”
He approaches the counter, where a pot of still-hot coffee is waiting, and pours himself a cup.
“Coffee?” he asks me.
“I’m good, thanks,” I say, nodding over at my half-full cup.
“Are we the only two up?” Larry asks.
I look at him. “Seems like it.”
I never see Granny wandering around the house at this time. She doesn’t wake up particularly late – actually, she’s a real early bird – but she likes some time to herself first thing in the morning. She’s not the chattiest and would rather just enjoy her own company for a while.
No one has seen or heard from Mila and Jake since last night, so I’m guessing they were up pretty late.
As for Sean… After fucking him last night and then again this morning, he was totally wiped out. I let him rest in the guesthouse while I got to work on Christmas dinner.
