Chapter 15
Fifteen
It took two days for Laci to return to his place after silently interrupting his scene.
Eric sat on the deck in an Adirondack chair drinking a beer when she emerged from the woods on the foot path.
She wore a bronze and black mini-dress and a silver chain-link ankle bracelet, but no shoes.
Her fingers were bare of the rings. He looked at her over the neck of the bottle as she ascended the deck steps.
She was so fucking gorgeous she made him ache.
She popped up to sit on the wood rail, bare legs dangling, skirt rising high on her slim thighs.
His eyes immediately locked onto the edge of the skirt and below, trying to see what color panties she wore, but her closed knees blocked his view.
His gaze drifted to the dress’s neckline, which wasn’t as low as he wanted it to be, then to her face.
“Are you alone?” she asked.
“Not anymore. What can I do for you, Laci?” he said, forcing his tone to remain casual.
What Laci really deserved was to be punished, and that’s what Eric wanted to do to her.
That and more because she’d completely derailed his evening with his out-of-town guest by showing up on his deck two nights earlier.
He’d fingered the girl into having an orgasm, but he couldn’t bring himself to fuck her hard and deep the way she’d wanted and deserved.
Not after he’d seen Laci, the girl he really wanted, looking at him like she was finally interested in more than conversation.
“I’d like some money to go shopping in San Francisco.”
“How much do you want?”
“Three thousand?”
He nodded. “It’ll be in your account tomorrow.”
She sat quietly for a few moments, glancing around at the water and the woods. “It’s pretty out here.”
“Yes.”
“Who was the woman with the red hair?”
“Just someone I met.”
“Will she be back?”
No, he thought. She was just a tourist, not really into what we’re into. Also, she sensed I really want someone else’s body draped over that couch for flogging and fucking. “What’s it to you?”
“I’ve been a little off kilter, and I missed you. It would be better for me if you were there, back in the house.”
“You’ve been fine.”
“According to?”
“Everyone.”
She nodded. “I still miss you.”
“I was a good roommate, huh?” he said, taking another swig from the bottle. He was making her uncomfortable. He meant to. They were done going around in a pointless platonic circle.
“Half a dozen men offered to take you in hand,” he said.
“If you want company, you can take your pick or rotate houses, a week here and a week there. They’ll be happy to spank you when you need it and to give you advice.
Their wives can keep you company on shopping trips and spa days. The rest of the time you’ll paint.”
“That’s not how I want things to be.”
“I’m not coming back to Colin’s house to look after his wife.”
“It doesn’t have to be the way it was. We can try something different.”
That sounded promising, so did the fact that she’d come looking for him twice. “Show me.”
She swallowed, and her swinging legs stilled. “What do you want me to do?” she whispered.
He stood and walked into his house. She rose and came to the screen door.
“Eric?” she said, standing just outside. “Am I supposed to follow you in?”
“That depends on how you want to spend the rest of the night.”
She opened the door, stepped inside, and pulled it closed behind her. “I want to spend it with you.”
“Come here and prove it.”
She crossed the distance to him and slid her arms around his neck. She rose onto her toes, pressing her body against his and ran her tongue between the seam of his lips.Then she kissed him, and he was hard enough to snap in half. He grabbed her ass and pulled her against him even harder.
He’d waited such a long time for her to kiss him. But it was nowhere near enough. One of his hands yanked the back of her dress up, and the other slid into her panties, cupping her from behind, the tips of his fingers dipping into liquid heat. She sucked in a breath.
“Wait,” she said.
“No,” he said, chasing her mouth and kissing her as he pinched her ass.
“Ow,” she mumbled against his lips. “Please…will you spank me first?”
Now that he would do.
He lifted her off the ground and carried her to the closest chair.
In an instant she was face down over his lap.
He jerked her panties down and spanked her as hard as he had in the clubhouse library.
After a dozen, she was crying and trying to escape.
He paused, kneading her swollen cheeks and then stroking her pussy.
He rubbed two fingers against her clit until she spread her knees and pumped her hips up and down.
He pulled his hand back and delivered a fresh series of searing blows to her flaming bottom. She struggled and begged him to stop.
He toyed with her, teasing her clit, then sliding his finger back to swirl around her asshole. She kept her knees spread, giving him access. He dipped a fingertip inside, and she circled her hips. The hunger inside him roared.
Laci wanted more of everything. Deeper penetration, to feel her body stretch around him, and for him to be inside her any way he wanted. The next round of spanks was almost too intense. She grabbed his thigh and pushed backward off his lap, so she was on her knees on the floor on his right side.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.
She kissed the back of his hand, licked his palm, and sucked on his fingertips, looking up at him through tear-dotted lashes.
“Please? I’m so ready, Sir. I really need you inside me.
” She kissed his forearm and tugged on it.
“Please, I promise I’ll never rush you again.
Just this once, I swear.” She kissed his bicep and rose up, pulling her dress up and over her head and unhooking her bra.
She let it fall from her shoulders. Then he was on the floor with her.
He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back, lowering her to the ground so fast she thought she’d slam into the wood floor, but he stopped her descent just before impact and let her drop gently that last bit.
Her heart pounded from the sudden spike of adrenaline, which only seemed to make everything throb more.
She tried to raise her hips because her butt against the wood floor was painful.
He jerked her panties the rest of the way off and unzipped and shoved his jeans and briefs down with one motion.
“Pull your knees up,” he ordered. He rubbed the smooth head of his cock along her slick sex, then pushed inside.
“Oh God,” she said, throwing her head back. He was barely in, and there was a sharp pinching pain.
He grabbed her hips and held her in place as he drove all the way inside.
She cried out, then panted through the pain, clutching his taut forearms. “Please, Eric, wait, just please.” She was so wet and ready for him, how had it hurt?
The burning eased, leaving her with a feeling of being desperately stretched. She bit her lip. “That’s really good now.” She let go of his arm and looked up at his face, which was a mask of concentration. “Do whatever you want. Please, I want you to.”
He pulled out, and she cried, “No, no! Why?”
“Get up, Lace. C’mon,” he said, pulling her up. “I’m going to fuck you way too long for us to be on a hardwood floor.”
His grip on her wrist was tight as he tugged her along with him. Then he swept her up and tossed her on the bed. She landed with a thump and winced.
“Ow, I’m—” She tried to roll off her backside, but he grabbed her legs and pulled her down to him. He knelt between her legs, spread her open with his left hand and guided his cock in with his right. He drove all the way inside her.
Her back bowed, making her punished cheeks press into the bed. The sensations were so raw.
“You’re so tight. God that feels amazing. You’re pulsating around me without even coming.” He withdrew and then thrust forward, groaning.
She drew her legs up, so he could slide into her as deeply as possible. She hissed out a breath. It was almost too much. She hooked one leg around him, letting her heel rest on his low back.
His grip on her hips was tight, pinning her in place as he increased the violence of his strokes.
“What should I do to make it better for you?” she whispered, trying to raise her hips to meet him.
“It doesn’t get better. Don’t move. Just let me take what I want.”
He was big and rough and drove so deep inside her that she could feel the aftershocks all the way to her belly button and ribs. And her buttocks felt like they were being punished all over again.
He didn’t stop her from moving unless she tried to ease away from him.
She dipped her fingers down and troubled her clit. The sensations from her sore ass being pushed into the mattress and of him plunging deep inside connected to the spiraling sensation she got from rubbing herself.
When she came, she pulled him along with her. He pistoned into her, cursing and then clenching his teeth. She let her hand rest on her lower belly and watched him. When he came, he was more gorgeous than any guy she’d ever been with.
He lowered himself, resting his weight on her and slid an arm under her back. He moved his leg so hers wouldn’t get trapped under him when he rolled onto his back, taking her along.
“That felt so good,” she whispered.
“Yeah. A long time coming. And worth the wait.”