Chapter 14 #2
“I’m doing what you wanted,” I snap, my voice cracking. “If you’ve changed your mind, you come here.”
A tattooed hand snaps my laptop shut. The “amor” on Eris’s knuckles is more discernible than any word on the screen. “Look at me. Please.”
“No.”
“You’re such a brat, Bambi.” Eris rolls me onto my back, straddling my waist. Zis weight is heavy and comforting on my hips.
“I’m sorry.” Those doe eyes gaze softly down at me.
Zis thumb strokes my cheek, and it takes everything in me not to lean into Eris’s touch.
“I just… Thank you for being honest, and giving me space to get my head out of my ass. I’m scared of getting hurt, but I’m going to hurt anyway.
At this point, regret would feel worse.”
“So you do want me?” The question sounds ridiculous even as I say it, because I know Eris wants me. But the rejection still stung, still stings.
“Oh, Bambi, never doubt it,” Eris leans down to kiss my cheek, right below my eye, hair tickling my face.
“I just… I can’t think about what comes after yet.
If I let myself hope tonight, it’s going to hurt more when things don’t go the way I want.
Because we’re not ourselves here. You’re about to start a new job, you’ve had an emotionally intense weekend, and we’re isolated from reality.
Everything could change once we’re back in Chicago for longer than five seconds. ”
I huff, a mix of frustration and affection at how easily Eris accepts zis own conflicting feelings.
I can’t imagine feeling anything other than desperate yearning, now that I’ve let myself admit I want zim.
But if both having me and not having me is what Eris needs, then I can do my best to give zim that.
“Okay, when we’re back home for longer than five seconds, then.
For tonight, no more talk of after,” I say, setting my chin defiantly. “But we’re still here now.”
Eris takes a long look at me before nodding. “We’re here now.” Ze practically growls in frustration, cupping my jaw tight like ze did last night outside of the bar. “How do you do this to me, Bambi?”
I grip zis wrist, twisting slightly to kiss the pad of zis thumb. “What do you want, Eris?” I ask, sucking zis thumb into my mouth until Eris’s cock swells, hot and heavy against my stomach, straining the silk of zis shorts. “If you can only dream about tonight, what happens right now?”
“I want you every way there is to have you.” Eris’s doe eyes are almost black with desire.
Ze kisses my cheek again, murmuring directly into my ear, “I want you to fuck my face until you can’t walk, I want you sucking me so deep that you choke, I want you upside down and backward and every which way until you can’t even remember your own name, because you’re too busy screaming mine. ”
I whimper, thighs clenching and hips bucking for purchase. But Eris’s strength keeps me pressed to the bed.
“But most of all, I want you on your back, kissing me and telling me you’re mine when we come.
” Eris nips my neck then, the same spot where ze left a hickey.
“I want you needy and desperate and begging for more. So in case this doesn’t work out, I can at least remember what it was like to have you. ”
“Fuck, Eris, I’m yours.” I bury my face in zis neck, inhaling zis grassy musk and the warmth of zis skin. “And you’re mine. I’ll never let you forget that, so shut up and kiss me already.”
With a quiet laugh, Eris cups my face and finally kisses me, hard and eager. Fingers lacing through my hair, ze pulls it to angle our mouths more perfectly together. Zis tongue pushes between my lips to glide against my own in a deep, steady rhythm.
I cup Eris’s ass, encouraging zim to hurry up and fuck me again. But Eris takes my hands and pins them to the bed. “Be patient.”
Before I can protest, Eris slides down my body, letting my hands up to pull my boxers off.
Maybe I am a brat, because my hands fly to zis shoulders, too desperate for contact with zis smooth brown skin to stay where Eris put them.
Arching my back, I wrap my legs around zis waist, crying out as ze strokes two fingers deep into my hole.
Still sore from last night, every ache is bliss.
Eris smirks, brushing zis thumb against my clit until I’m a writhing, sobbing mess from just zis hand. “How many times will I get you off tonight, Bambi? We got you to five last night. Think you can give me more than that?”
“Yes, please,” I beg, gripping zis wrists to pull one of zis hands firmly against my throat, chasing my pleasure with the other. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Go on, gorgeous.” Eris looks down at me in awe, a slow grin spreading across zis face as zis chest heaves, thumb tracing my pulse. “Take what you need.”
Toes curling into the meat of zis calves, I cling to Eris.
My fingernails bite into zis forearms hard enough to leave marks as I keep zis hands where I’m most vulnerable, exactly where I need.
I whimper Eris’s name when I come on zis fingers, a needy broken cry escaping zis grip on my throat when my body curls and twists in that most precious agony, because it drives zim wild to hear it.
As soon as I stop twitching, Eris’s hand leaves my throat to scramble for a condom on the bedside table.
For someone who “never expected” things to end up here, Eris came optimistically prepared with a whole box.
I want to tease zim for it, but that might land too sharply after how vulnerable ze’s been tonight.
“Bambi, you drive me fucking wild.” Eris leans back to strip.
Silk falls away from zis body, revealing the round belly and the muscular arms and thighs.
The shitty tattoos are a stark contrast with the gorgeous art embedded in zis skin.
Nipple rings shine against the purple hearts buried beneath zis chest hair.
Eris strokes zis erection before rolling on the condom, and I drink in the glory of Eris touching zimself.
Strikingly beautiful with smudged eyeliner and star-speckled cheekbones, ze looks at me like I’m zis salvation.
“You want this off?” Eris asks, tracing the edge of my binder along my ribcage as ze leans in to kiss me.
“No, keep it on.” After the whiplash of how hot and cold Eris has been tonight, I feel more grounded within it. “Stop stalling.”
Eris laughs into my shoulder, a quieter version of zis piercing cackle. A laugh just for me. “So fucking needy, aren’t you?”
“Just for you, Eris,” I murmur, nuzzling the studs lining zis ear. Whimpering when ze pushes my knee over zis shoulder to thrust into me, hard and slow and perfect
“God, the sounds you make,” Eris rasps as ze fucks me, all teeth and tongue and lips along my neck. I’m going to have more marks on top of the bruises from yesterday. “I love how much you need me.”
I can’t reply other than a grunt when zis fingers twine through my hair, yanking my head back to suck the underside of my jaw.
“Tell me if I’m too much, okay?”
I shake my head, squeezing zis ass to encourage zim to fuck me faster. “You could never be too much.”
Eris groans deep into my ear, hips jerking at my touch. “Promise you will anyway. I don’t want to hold back with you, and I need to know you’ll stop me if you don’t like it.”
“Don’t hold back, I want all of you.”
“Bambi,” Eris warns, zis gravelly voice low and promising.
I huff in impatience. “Fine, I promise.”
Eris kisses me then, just like ze’s fucking me, hard and rough and breathless. Each deliberate, methodical stroke of zis cock hits perfectly, sending shockwaves through my body and moans between our lips. Zis fingers slide down my thigh, calloused fingertips rough as they circle my clit.
“Fuck, you’re glorious,” Eris says as I arch underneath zim, pleasure coursing through my veins as zis cock and fingers work together to break me.
I’m so close, my vision whites out, but it’s not enough to bring me over the edge again.
“Don’t force it, Bambi,” Eris mutters against my lips as I whimper in frustration.
“You’re so impatient. Just breathe through it, that’s it. ”
“You feel so good, please don’t stop Eris,” I gasp for breath. Tears prickle in my eyes, frustrated that my body isn’t cooperating. This should be enough.
“You needy bitch, of course I won’t stop,” Eris teases. “You’re mine, and I’m going to make you come if it kills us.”
My laugh sounds more like a sob. But when my body is on the verge of exploding and my skin is so tight it hurts, I may as well be crying.
“Tell me, Bambi,” Eris whispers into my ear, sucking on my earlobe. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Eris. Only yours.”
“Tell me who makes you feel this good.”
“You do, please Eris, you feel amazing, please never stop.” I’m right on the edge again, on the verge of tipping over. But there’s something just out of reach, keeping me from my peak.
“Tell me whose hole this is.”
“Mine,” I tease, panting and gasping and touching every inch of Eris I can reach. Scrambling for purchase, I scratch welts across zis glowing skin. “But I want you to use the fuck out of it.”
Eris laughs, that quiet version that’s mine and mine alone, and pinches my clit. “Fucking brat. I should stop just for that.”
But I’m already convulsing, crying out Eris’s name, mind blank and reeling.
That shock of pain bursting through me has finally, finally pushed the pleasure coursing through me over the edge.
Eris’s teeth sink into my bottom lip as ze moans, cursing as zis body shudders with mine, zis thrusts uneven, wild, and deep.
Eris sags against me, breathing ragged. “God, Bambi, you’ve ruined me for everyone else.”
“Good,” I catch my breath, boneless and trembling, clinging to Eris with every limb to keep zim close, soothing the lines my nails carved in zis skin.
I want to say more, to let spill all of the dreams and plans in my head for us.
But ze doesn’t want those thoughts of after. Tonight is only for now.