Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
Jasmine
B eing invited back to Eric’s place wasn’t exactly surprising. Dates, sex, it was all a part of the dance that I did. I enjoyed it. I was good at it. But this date with Eric at the gallery had taken a complete one-eighty from the potentially cold shouldering I’d expected throughout the evening after how our first meeting had gone.
Instead, he’d accomplished the opposite. First, by actually revealing a shockingly charming side to his demeanor, then heating me up and awakening an overwhelming lust I could barely contain. After that little tryst out on the balcony, my entire body tingled with the mere thought of all the things this man was about to do to me, and I welcomed each and every one of them.
With him sitting beside me in the small space within the backseat of the Maserati, I was hyper aware of his presence. How warm and big he was. The spice of his cologne as it clung to his skin. His hand slid over mine where they rested on my lap—then down to my bare thigh, slightly exposed with the rise of my dress.
His long, strong fingers daringly feathered along my leg, and I sucked in a breath, doing my best to cover the noise by clearing my throat and hoping that helped to disguise the sound from Jeff up front. If he heard, he didn’t react; it was nice to see that his professionalism from earlier carried over.
Beside me, Eric chuckled beneath his breath, such a different man from the apathetic one who’d greeted me on the gallery steps. Teasing and tormenting me, his fingers danced up my thigh, higher and higher. Like little tantalizing whispers of pleasure to come. He wasn’t so indifferent and controlled now as those teases to my thighs turned to him sliding those elegant fingers along the seam of my thin, lacey panties.
I barely caught my gasp and squirmed under Eric’s illicit touch. I was still so wet from the first orgasm he’d given me out on the balcony. Still so very hot and restless and needy. He said nothing, only smirked and put a finger to his lips, silently telling me to be quiet.
Could I? Again?
Eyes gleaming with wicked intent, Eric pressed a large palm to one of my thighs, nudging it farther apart from the other, like he was Moses and I was the Red Sea, falling apart at his command. I knew that I shouldn’t. Jeff was right up front, a few feet away. Sweet Jeff. Jeff, who had no interest in any of what was going on in the back of the car, even as Eric pushed my pussy lips apart beneath the damp material of my panties.
“Hey, Jeff?” Eric said, the even tone of his voice giving nothing away. “I’d like the music a little higher, please.”
Jeff obliged, just in time to cover the squeak I let out as Eric’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric and stroked right over my still sensitive clit. My thighs shook and my stomach muscles clenched. A flood of pleasure made me lightheaded and caused my nipples to stiffen and ache against my lace bra. I vaguely registered the rising volume of the music as Eric turned toward me and leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of my ear.
“I apologize for my impatience,” he said huskily, sounding anything but contrite for his sinful behavior. “But I want to see you come apart again.”
Then, without warning, he sank two fingers into me. One digit after the other, until his palm was pressed against my clit and my pussy was full of his fingers.
This time, when I gasped, I didn’t hold it back. The music swallowed any chance of it getting to the front of the car, and my head tilted back against the seat. Eric’s lips settled at the heated, pulse-thumping column of my throat.
“You’re so fucking warm,” he whispered there, breath hot as it ghosted across my skin. “Warm…soft…slick and tight.” He groaned as he crooked his fingers and I hissed, rolling my hips so they’d stay at that deep, pleasure inducing spot where the tips of them teased.
“You like being finger fucked, don’t you?” he murmured, his tone dark and dirty. “I can feel it in the way you tighten around them as I bury them deep inside your sweet little body. The way your pussy grips my fingers when I try to drag them back out.”
There was no point in denying the truth. “Eric…”
I panted his name desperately, trying to keep my voice below the volume of the music in the car. The heel of his palm rubbed against my clit as his fingers thrust in and out slowly, leisurely, keeping me full just on his hand alone. I found myself rocking back and forth in the car seat, moving with his motions.
“That’s it. Just like that.” His damp lips skimmed their way back up to my ear. “Fuck yourself on my fingers and let yourself enjoy it. Imagine it’s my cock stretching you open and filling you up.”
I whimpered, unable to think of anything else as he continued to elevate my insatiable need, plying me with his expert strokes. My toes curled in my high heels, and I gripped the sleeve of his suit. Oh my God. I was so close. His teeth grazed the side of my neck, his palm adding more pressure to my hard and throbbing clit. I was so drenched I was sure I was going to leave a wet spot on the seat.
I wanted to. I wanted to leave the evidence of my pleasure on Eric’s perfectly cared for upholstery.
Hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter, my orgasm beckoned and I tightened around his fingers—
Right on the edge, he pulled them away.
“Ah,” he said, much too casually when I was on the verge of combusting. “Seems we’re home already. Jeff makes good time.”
I whimpered, exasperated and frustrated as the fingers previously inside me gently straightened out my panties and put my dress in place. But, before he got out of the car to go around to the other side and let me out, he made sure to lick each one of the fingers he’d withdrawn from my pussy. His tongue laved each digit, sucked each one into his mouth, removing any evidence that they’d been inside of me, soaked with my arousal.
He looked me in the eyes as he did so, the blue of them darkened with lust. “You taste fucking divine.”
Eric’s voice was husky, and I shivered at his words and his tone, feeling another rush of wetness flood between my thighs. I squeezed them together as he slid out of the car, and attempted to un-fluster myself by the time he was on the other side of the vehicle, letting me out.
My legs were shaking and my first step was a stumble, and thus, the un-flustering of my situation was a marked failure.
“Have a good night, Jeff. Feel free to drive her around and pick up something decent to eat before parking her,” Eric called as he closed the door behind us and hooked his arm in mine again to lead me through the front door of his high rise.
I couldn’t take in the gold and black motif with the awe that I usually would have. I couldn’t find intrigue in the echoing reverberation of my steps in line with his against the marble floors. I didn’t even respond to the receptionist at the front desk who greeted Eric.
“Good evening, Mr. Maxim,” she said with a smile. “I hope your evening was wonderful.”
“It was fantastic,” he replied, inclining his head toward her. “Thank you, Lydia.”
I couldn’t pay full attention to any of this shit because all I could think about was the pulsing ache between my thighs. The strength in Eric’s hands as he’d ramped up my desire in the car. The way that I wanted him to push between my legs again but instead of his fingers, I wanted his cock. I wanted to be completely unravelled by him.
Sexual tension crackled between us with every step, until we were finally behind the doors of the elevator. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered Dominique mentioning that Eric lived on the top floor. Most likely, the penthouse suite.
It’d be a long ride up.
Before I could say anything, I was pressed back against the wall of the elevator. Eric’s lips were on mine, and I could taste the sweetness of my own pussy when his tongue slipped into my mouth. I moaned. Why did I like it so much? It wasn’t necessarily the taste—it was that he was kissing me so ravenously while it was still on his mouth. It was that he had me hiked up against the wall with my hands pinned above my head, dominating me…
It was that his control had snapped, that I could feel the hard press of his cock even through his slacks and my panties. The intensity of his hunger matched my own, and I revelled in this unrestrained side to the man who’d been the epitome of decorum for most of the night.
He rolled his hips against mine, groaning impatiently against my mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so long and hard that you can’t walk straight by the time I’m done with you,” he said, tugging gently on my bottom lip with his teeth. “And you’re going to enjoy every moment of it.”
I had no doubt he’d fulfill that promise. “Eric. Please,” I begged, as a delirious need rose up inside of me again. “I don’t want to wait—”
He swallowed my pleas with his deep, filthy kisses, held me to the wall with the sheer power of his body. I wanted to touch him, wanted to grab him, wanted to return every single feeling of electric bliss that he was giving me.
I got the chance when he let go of my hands to grip my hips. Tongues and teeth clashed as I clasped his cock in my palm through his pants, stroked over the button and zipper and fabric that kept me from what I wanted. Clumsily, I fumbled with the button of his slacks, popping it open and blessedly getting my hand inside.
“ Fuck —”
Eric didn’t groan, he growled like an animal with my fingers fisted around his engorged cock. He bucked into my hold even as I stroked him, hips frenetic and his shaft as solid as a pilar of marble. My fingers barely managed to wrap all the way around his erection, and it was so goddamn thick and long.
“You want my cock inside you?” he asked, his voice taunting me.
My fingers squeezed just a little more around his girth, extracting another guttural groan from him. “ Please ,” I said, breathing the one word against his mouth.
The elevator came to a smooth stop. Eric pulled me from the wall, and I didn’t have the time to think before his hand slipped into mine, leading me through the elevator’s open doors.
We didn’t come into a hallway, but rather Eric’s apartment itself. He drew me back into his arms, his hands tangling in my hair as his mouth claimed mine again, his tongue delving deep. We tumbled through the open space, too wrapped up in each other to pay attention to what was around us as I shoved his jacket off his shoulders, he yanked off his tie, and I pulled his dress shirt from the waistband of his slacks.
At least Eric was able to stumble around his furniture, through the halls in his penthouse, and lead me straight to the bedroom.
It was open, dim lights and black walls with white trim, a huge window off to the left that overlooked the city and sparkled with the night life lights shining outside. I wondered what it would be like to be pressed against the cool glass of that enclosure while he fucked me from behind, if the windowpane would fog up from the heat of sex, our bodies, and panting breaths.
I didn’t get the chance to find out.
Eric impatiently pushed me onto my back on the huge, king-sized bed. The mattress was the single softest surface I had ever touched in my life and contrasted with the solid planes of his body as he soon followed, laying over me with his hard cock pressed between my legs.
My legs fell apart so easily for him. My hands pushed through his hair as his pushed through my clothes, cleaving a way through the fabric to get to my skin. His nails lightly scraped along my thighs, to my hips, to my ribs, shoving my dress up with it. As the dress went up and over my head, he went down, kissing between the valley of my breasts while I quickly shed my bra and tossed it aside.
He licked and sucked my stiff, aching nipples before his hot, damp mouth continued down to my navel, teeth nipping at the jut of my hipbone where the line of my panties stopped. My hips shamelessly raised to meet his mouth, and my hands raked through his hair again, pulling him closer.
Eric chuckled against my skin. He bit me again, harder. I gasped, tightening my hold in his hair.
“Such an eager little thing,” he said, his voice deliciously rough. “I like it.”
His fingers hooked into my panties and yanked them down, leaving them to dangle on one of my ankles. He settled back between my spread legs, his head dipping down toward my needy sex. He exhaled a breath, a sigh that made me arch as it blew against my heated, sensitive skin.
“ Please ,” I whimpered, begged, prayed.
His answer was his mouth on my pussy, his lips parting through my slit to delve his tongue inside me. Eric wasn’t shy about taking what he wanted; not as he held my thighs apart, fingers digging into the meat of them with a grip so sure I wondered if he was the embodiment of gluttony with how eagerly he devoured me.
He ate me like I hoped he’d fuck me. Tongue pushing in and out of me, then flicking against my clit when he’d pull it out just to torment me, his sinful mouth moving with the eager rolls of my hips. Every growl, every gluttonous groan and lick between my thighs sent extra shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
He sucked at my clit, fingers replacing his tongue, pushing deep and stretching me for his thick, fat cock. My back arched as I cried out and I suddenly tightened around his fingers, the flood of my orgasm destroying my equilibrium.
I panted, groaning from how sensitive I was and pulled his hair, but he didn’t stop, prolonging the sweet, blissful pleasure. He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his mouth again, lapping up every single drop that spilled from me.
“You taste like a fucking treat,” he rasped, giving me one last, long leisurely lick that made me twitch and shudder, then go limp. “I could devour you every goddamn night.”
I nodded, out of my mind. Yes, yes, yes . Were those words only racing through my mind or was I panting them out? Begging for it? Was I sobbing—
“You precious little thing.” Eric’s amused voice reached my ears as he brushed his fingers over my cheek, caressing the flush there. “Are you already spent?”
I shook my head. No, no, no. I wasn’t ready to be done.
“Good,” he said, sounding pleased. “Because we’re only getting started.”
He pulled away from me, and I whined. I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes because my voice still didn’t want to fucking work. Like I was some kind of smitten virgin and not a woman who was used to having sex with men.
Or maybe it was because what he chose to do was clearly as enjoyable for him as it was for me. A rarity for me.
I propped myself up and watched Eric slip from the bed. His gaze on me was panther-like. Precise. Eyes intense as he looked at my stripped-down body with its thighs slick from my arousal and my messy, dishevelled hair, and he had the audacity to pin me with that heated, hungry gaze as he undressed in front of me. Every layer slowly, leisurely removed—from his dress shirt to those pants I’d just had my hand in, down to his socks, shoes, then those tight black boxer briefs. All of it gone, piece by piece, until it was just Eric standing there naked in front of me at the edge of his bed, a knowing look in his eyes. Like he knew how much I burned for him to be inside me.
Licking my lips, I let my eyes fall to the hard, jutting length that rested between his legs before letting my gaze trek back up his strong, muscular body to his eyes. For a man in his forties, he was in prime shape.
“You know, I wasn’t sure if the night would turn out like this,” he admitted, grabbing a condom from the nightstand and putting it on before finally moving onto the bed, a bemused look on his gorgeous face. “I don’t often bring my dates back to my home, but who knew I’d find you so fucking irresistible.”
No, our arrangement for the evening hadn’t explicitly included sex. He’d only paid for me to accompany him to the event, but I wasn’t complaining either. “Who knew I’d find you so fucking charming?” I volleyed back impudently.
Despite the slight sarcasm to my tone, he chuckled, the sound warm and sexy as he climbed up my prone body, then came to rest over me with his arms on either side of my head. His hips settled between my spread legs and I brazenly raised my knees higher at his sides, opening me wider for him, so ready and eager and desperate for what would come next. For that blissful moment when the promise of fucking was fulfilled, and that pressure of his cockhead against my core became more than just a nudge.
Staring into his eyes, I slid my hands over his lightly furred chest and down to his stomach. I took his shaft in my hold, loving the way his lips parted and his lids hooded, how he thrust his hips into my hand, fucking my fist.
“I want to fuck you,” he said in a low, seductive tone. “Is that what you want, Jasmine? Or do you just want to play with me with your hand for now?”
Smiling mischievously, I squeezed my fingers around him. Eric groaned and for a moment I thought maybe I had turned the tide on this mind-numbing dance and gained some ground and some control.
It didn’t happen. Eric took my hand away from his shaft, pinning my wrist to the bed in the same moment he pressed insistently inside of me.
I gasped at the decadent heat of his cock, then groaned as he rammed forward without warning and bottomed out. His jaw clenched, and my eyes rolled back as he withdrew a few inches, then surged in again, sinking into the depths of my body and filling me in a way I hadn’t been in a long time.
The stretch…the depth…it was heavenly.
I gripped Eric’s fingers in my hand, hiked my legs up even higher as he slammed in and out of me at a pace that knocked the bed against the wall in a cadence of deep thrums. He drove into me faster, cock pulsing on every thrust, veins throbbing so hard that I could feel every groove sliding inside me against the most sensitive places of my body.
He exhaled a harsh breath. “Fuck. Fuck —”
Suddenly, Eric pulled out of me, flipped me over so I was on my knees, and placed my hands on the headboard. “Hold on, little flower,” he murmured, then drove back into me, the harsh slap of skin on skin and our gratifying moans filling the space in his room.
He leaned over me from behind and pressed his chest against my back, holding me in place with a strong arm wrapped around my middle while he relentlessly pummelled my body with his cock. He sank his teeth where the curve of my shoulder met my neck, delivering a jolt of pleasure I felt all the way down to where we were joined.
It was rough, wild, animalistic. Nothing like the restraint that he had had at our first meeting, or even some of the control that he had when he resisted fucking me in the gallery. Every bit of discipline, every carefully executed word and action was out the window as he claimed my body with his. As with every single needy arch of my back to meet his hips was met with harder, deeper thrusts, groans and moans and his fingers leaving crescent marks in my side and my hip where he gripped me tight.
I gasped, as another onslaught of pleasure threatened to consume me. “I’m—I’m gonna come—”
Eric’s response to that was to reach around my body and slip his fingers over my clit again, strumming it faster than even he fucked me, stealing the breath from my lungs. The tension in my body wound tighter and tighter. A few more plunges and my orgasm shook through my body like an earthquake. I cried out as my pussy spasmed around his dick as I came, hard , leaving me, and Eric, soaked in the slick deluge of my release.
“That’s it,” he growled in satisfaction. “Come all over my cock like a good fucking girl.”
Eric pulled me from the bedframe, setting my forearms on the mattress with my ass in the air. He didn’t stop, didn’t relent his rough, unrefined thrusts as he fucked me through the last vestiges of my climax and his dick swelled inside me. With a low, gravelly groan, he shoved into me one last time, deep as he could go, settling in as his cock pulsed hard inside me. Warmth flooded my insides as Eric held me down, kept me still as he laid over my body, his own orgasm seemingly never ending.
Eric breathed deep against my shoulder, and I had my face buried in the messy comforter below me. It smelled like sweat and sex and that enticing, addicting cologne that Eric wore. I breathed it in like it was the elixir to life, wanting to keep it in my lungs even as Eric withdrew from my body then turned me over onto my back like a limp—and sated—ragdoll and looked down at me.
His salt and pepper hair was mussed all over. Completely out of place from where my fingers had run through it and where the sweat from fucking had separated the strands. Yet, even like this, with his tan skin flushed and his eyes glazed, he managed to be even more beautiful than when he was put together, all neat and tidy.
“Let me clean you up,” he said.
I managed to turn to my side and snuggled into one of his pillows as he pulled away from me, surprised that he was offering himself to do so. Most clients, even the nicest ones, tended to leave me to my own devices once the sex was done. They had gotten what they had paid for—so that was fair. But there was something intimate in having someone clean you after a heavy banger that most didn’t broach into.
Eric was gone for a while, and then came back in a clean set of black silken boxers. He had two fluffy towels in his hands, which, when he pushed me onto my back and pressed them gently between my thighs, were warm and wet.
“Oh…” I groaned, my head tilting back and a smile on my face at how soothing it was, especially against swollen (even if satisfied) flesh. “Oh, fuck, that feels good.”
Eric smiled down at me. “Good. It’s supposed to. I’m sorry if I was a little too rough with you—”
“No,” I said, interrupting him. “No, that was a lot of things, but definitely not too rough. It was…fuck, it was good.” I sighed.
Eric laughed. “It was good for me, too.” He reached out, gently brushing the hair out of my face, his suddenly serious gaze searching my eyes. “If it’s not too bold of a request, would you be comfortable staying the night? I’m obviously fine with paying more for your extra time.”
Surprise rippled through me. I hadn’t thought that he would ask for more time, aka sex. Hell, I hadn’t thought he’d bring me back to his apartment just based on our first interaction last week. But even when sex was involved in an arrangement, it usually ended with a kiss goodnight and an Uber ride back to my apartment.
Hell, would I even be able to sit comfortably in the back of an Uber, I wondered in amusement? I didn’t think so with the way I still throbbed between my legs.
Shockingly, I wanted to stay, and it had nothing to do with money, and everything to do with this enigma of a man who was already starting to get under my skin. A man I wanted to know better—even as I realized how unwise that particular desire was.
“I would love to, Eric.”