Chapter 17 #2
“Fuuuck,” I murmured as heat pooled in my gut. I raised my hips, trying to impale myself on his fucking cock to speed things up, but Eric wasn’t having it. He pulled back, fucking tsking at me before he slowly started the ordeal over again.
By the time he bottomed out, my abs were clenching, and I was ready to punch the fucking mattress.
“Move,” I said. I’d totally meant for it to come out as a demand, but it sounded more like a breathy, desperate plea.
Eric leaned in, pushing my knees to my chest in the process, a daring glint in his eyes. “Like this?” he said, pulling back oh so slowly. “Or… like this?” His hips snapped forward, burying his cock deep inside me.
“Fuck,” I shouted, electric shocks coursing through my body as his cock hit my prostate head-on.
Eric laughed, but it turned into a ragged moan as he thrust into me again and again.
Reaching for the back of his head, I pulled him down, our lips meeting clumsily as Eric picked up a steady but fast rhythm.
Holy shit, this wouldn’t take long—I was almost there already.
I let myself get lost in the sensations: in Eric’s body weight on top of me, his hair tickling my nose, his tongue stroking alongside mine, and his fucking cock stretching me, filling me, making me feel so fucking good.
I met his thrusts, trying to take him as deep as possible, my hands holding on to his upper arms for dear life.
“Finn,” he gasped, hips speeding up, his pace more punishing than anything else.
I wanted to answer, but there were no words left. Just moans and gasps as his rhythm carried me higher and higher, and… there was a weird moment of sharp pain, my nerve endings screaming before blinding pleasure overrode everything.
The world in front of my eyes was blurry. Darkish gray and blue shapes moved until they slowly formed more solid silhouettes. My comforter was pulled up to my nose, and there was a warm, hard body next to me.
“Eric?” I whispered, my mind still reeling, blood rushing in my ears.
The rushing sounds stopped.
“Hey,” Eric whispered, his fingers dancing over my collarbone. “You with me again?”
I nodded slowly.
“Were you playing ocean sounds?” I asked, confused about why the whooshing had just stopped like that.
“Yeah.” His fingers kept dancing over my skin, sending little sparks of heat through my body. “I like it. It’s… calming. And I kinda wore you out. I wanted you to rest.”
My heart skipped a beat at his admission, yet at the same time, white-hot shame flooded my system.
I’d just… passed out mid orgasm. What the fucking hell? That had never happened before. Like, seriously, not even as a teenager. Yeah, yeah, I’d come early a couple of times in my life, but I’d never fucking passed out during sex. Or orgasm.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, fighting the urge to hide my face in my hands.
“Hey. You have nothing to be sorry for,” he answered, fingers caressing my skin, drawing lazy circles up my throat.
His reassurances, while feeling good, did little to quash my shame. Had he even come?
I didn’t know. For all I knew, I might’ve just passed out and left him with the world’s worst case of blue balls.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Eric teased. His fingers reached my chin, and he gently grabbed it, tilting my head until I was forced to look at him. He was smirking at me, but there was a gentleness in his eyes that made my insides go queasy.
I was about to shake my head, but Eric just nodded emphatically. “I do. And yes, I came. Basically at the same time as you did.”
How the fuck had he known that’s what I was worried about?
Eric leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, then wandered further, to my nose, before leaving another one on my forehead.
“So stop worrying. It’s all good. If anything, it’s probably my fault.”
I let out a laugh. “You mean it’s your fault I passed out because you’re such a sex god you literally fucked me into oblivion?”
Eric chuckled, but there was pain edged into his features as he leaned in and kissed my temple.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, instead of answering my sarcastic question. “Thirsty?”
I shrugged. “A bit of both? But not enough for either of us to get up.” To prove my point, I flung my arm over his torso and pressed down. If he wanted to, Eric could definitely still get up, but he indulged me, smiling down at me and nodding.
“Okay. If that changes, let me know.”
I nodded, then let my eyes fall shut again. My body still felt heavy, sleep creeping around the edges of my consciousness. It’d be so damn easy to just let myself slide into sleep again. So goddamn easy to just drift away…
The next time I woke up, it was bright outside; the sun peeking through the only half-closed curtains, the sky a mix of blues, pinks, and purples, letting me know it was still pretty early.
Blinking, I turned in my bed, my stomach plummeting as I realized the other side was empty. And fucking cold.
Eric was gone.
I strained my ears, listening for any sounds in my apartment that were out of place, but there was just the whirring sound of the fridge, the gurgling and clanking of the radiator that let me know it was a nice but particularly cold day outside, and the tip-tapping of the toddler living above me.
No Eric.
He’d left.
I swallowed against the lump in my throat.
He’d fucking left again.
Just like when we’d fucked in the shower.
Just like the day we’d watched movies together.
What the fuck did I have to do to get him to actually stay the night?
I reached for my phone on my nightstand, checking whether he’d at least left me a message, but no. No new messages. Perfect. Just fucking perfect.
After the high of last night, this morning’s low seemed particularly bad, but my bladder didn’t care that all I wanted was to stay in bed to sulk or wallow in self-pity. Nope. It forced me to get up and head to the bathroom.
When I was done, I headed to my kitchenette. If I was up, I might as well make myself a cup of tea.
I was reaching for the cupboard when I realized there was something on the counter. Lowering my arm, I blinked at the cup and the neatly folded piece of paper sitting on top of it, my name written on it in neat handwriting. I quickly grabbed it, unfolded it, and started reading.
Dear Finn,
I’m sorry I couldn’t stay the night. Unfortunately, I needed to be back home by sunrise, and I didn’t want to wake you up.
There’s a cup of tea already prepared for you. You just need to add hot water (the pot is sitting on the stove, you just need to turn it on).
Also, I ordered breakfast for you. It’s the least I can do after bailing on you again.
I hope you have a great day.
Eric <3
I shook my head, but my traitorous heart skipped a beat.
Okay, so maybe he was being extra cute by leaving me an actual note instead of a text. I pressed the damn paper against my bare chest. Yeah, I wouldn’t mind getting more letters like this rather than the creepy stalker ones.
Not even the fact that Eric had chosen the cup the stalker had gifted me—the one I’d hidden all the way in the back of my cupboard—could dampen the warmth spreading through my body.
Neither could the message from my manager at the coffee shop asking if I was ready to start working again, or if I wanted to hand in my notice.
Ugh.
Right. I needed to go back to work until the new semester began and I could get started at my real grown-up job.