Priceless: Urban Fairytales, Book 3 Page 6

  The desire to sink to his knees behind her and lave her pussy until he lapped up every last drop of her creamy dew was very strong, but Eric didn’t get this far in life without keeping his eye on the prize. He was on a timetable. Which meant less would have to be more. Of course there was always tomorrow.

  After undoing his pants and pushing them down, he placed his hands between her thighs and wedged her legs apart.

  “This is such a bad idea.” The hunger in her voice belied her words.

  “Really?” He thrust two fingers into her slick passage. She was so wet he sank into her hot sex with ease. He scissored his fingers inside her as he pumped to stretch her open a bit more. “I think you protest in vain, my love.” The proof was coating his fingers as he spoke. She was so hot, so fucking sexy she took his breath away. “You love it.”

  “I can’t…help the way my body responds to you.”

  “I don’t want you to.” Even though he was almost loath to do so, Eric withdrew. “But if you want me to stop, I will.”

  “I’m nervous, not stupid,” she growled.

  “Is that a yes?” He fluttered his damp fingers against the puckered ring of her anus. Her breath hitched and she flinched, causing her rosette to clench in response. The movement was practically an invitation for him to sink into her tight depths, but he knew they didn’t have time for such play.

  “Eric,” she moaned. “Please don’t make me beg.”

  “Then tell me what I want to hear.” He grasped his cock and rubbed his slick crown through the cream-coated lips of her sex. He wanted to toy with her further, but he was riding a fine line himself. “Tell me. Do you want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes. God, yes.”

  He paused to rub her engorged clit with the tip of his cock before positioning himself against her wet slit. “And you don’t care who hears.”

  “No.” She looked over her shoulder at him, beseeching him with her gaze. “I want you.”

  “Then take me.” He powered forth, moaning aloud at the molten heat that met his bare flesh. Despite the constant fucking they did, Nia’s pussy always took a few strokes before he could sink completely in her, no matter how wet she was, and this evening was no exception.

  On the fourth pump, he slid home, closing his eyes to savor the moment even more. No one else had ever felt the way she did around him. Her sweet heat surrounded him, robbing him of all thoughts but those of her.

  His wife.

  His love.

  His.

  “Oh God, yes.” Nia may have said she wanted to be quiet, but Eric knew when she was hot and bothered she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. “Fuck me, please, fuck me.”

  “With pleasure.” Eric gripped her hips and began to thrust into her at a relentless pace. The animalistic sounds of their loving echoing in the otherwise quiet room as he pounded in and out of her supple flesh only added to his pleasure. Knowing their love sonata could be heard by anyone at any time was an even bigger high; it spurred him on more.

  “Damn, baby, you’re beautiful.” He loved fucking her in this position. The angle allowed him to watch his shaft sink into her pussy from behind. The contrast of colors was almost as arousing as the act itself, but nothing turned him on more than the sweet moans coming from her mouth.

  “Oh yes…baby.” Moving in time to the rhythm of his hips, Nia pushed against him, taking every inch he had to offer while begging for more. “Harder, please. Eric, fuck me.”

  He was more than happy to comply with her desperate cries. “Touch yourself for me, Nia. Show me how much you’re enjoying it.”

  He paused long enough for her to slide her hand between her body and the stack of towels. He knew when she reached her clit because her whole body jerked and clenched. Taking her reaction as a sign to continue, he began to pump inside her again. A deep groan of pleasure escaped from his parched lips. The tips of her fingers brushed against his cock as he sawed inside her. “Yeah, baby, that’s it. Play with your pussy for me.”

  “Fuck.” She whimpered. Nia loved it when he talked dirty. Sometimes that was all it took to send her over the edge.

  Just the thought of her coming undone around his thrusting flesh nearly had him ready to burst. Eric sped up, gripping her tighter with each downward thrust. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to last, but by the way she was moaning and quivering around him, Eric knew he wasn’t the only one on edge.

  “Eric. Eric.”

  “That’s it, baby. Let go.”

  “Ohhhhhh.” A strangled, noisy cry of ecstasy escaped from her barely parted lips as she found her release, moments ahead of him. Her orgasm was the catalyst to his own.

  Eric’s hips stuttered to a sudden stop as he let out a muffled groan. He came in a torrent of seed inside her. He released the death grip he had on her hips and leaned forward, resting the bulk of his weight against her back.

  That lasted about five seconds. “Need to…breathe,” Nia choked out from beneath him.

  “Sorry,” he muttered. Although he moved, she remained in the same slumped-over position. “Sunshine?”

  She raised her head high enough to give him a well-sated grin from over her shoulder. “Hmm…?”

  “Know where I can find a napkin?”

  Nia burst out laughing. “Yeah, I do, surprisingly.” She stood up then dug through the container to pull out a few napkins for the two of them. “You’re crazy.”

  “Yeah, but I’m also a mess.”

  “Don’t blame me.” She held out a few to him. “This was all your idea, Doctor.”

  “That it was.” Happy and deeply satisfied, Eric took her offering. While she got herself situated, he turned his back and did the same, cleaning up the best he could with the dry napkins they had. When he was done with them, he balled up the soiled paper and stuffed it in his pocket. It wasn’t very hygienic, it wasn’t very comfortable, but it would work until he returned to the hospital. He had extra clothes there, plus he could always use the staff’s shower.

  “You know…” Eric turned at her words and smiled at his wife. Despite her clothes being back where they should, she still had an I’ve just been fucked look about her. “I’m going to smell like sex for the rest of the night.”

  On him that would be wrong, but the thought of her walking around with their brand of fragrance mingling on her skin was very titillating to him. The idea that every man would smell him on her and know she’d just been fucked was a mental erection if ever there was one.

  “Hmmm…I have to say that doesn’t bother me at all.” Eric cupped his hand around her nape and drew her in for a kiss. When he went to move his hand, it became caught in the clasp of her necklace. Without thinking he yanked to free himself, causing the delicate chain to break.

  The silver slipped from around her neck and sank into the valley between her breasts. “Fuck.” He dipped his fingers into her bodice and removed the chain. To his dismay he realized it wasn’t as simple as re-clasping it around her neck. The chain itself was broken. “Babe, I’m so sorry.”

  “Eric, it’s not a big deal.” She took it from his hand and placed it in her skirt pocket.

  Out of sight didn’t mean out of mind. “I know the necklace is important to you. I’m such an idiot.”

  “You?” Nia wrapped her arms around his neck. “Doctor, darling, the last thing you are is an idiot.”

  “If I hadn’t been so rough…”

  “…I wouldn’t have come as hard.”

  “Still.”

  “Honey.” Nia took her arms down and cupped his face in her hands. She held him in place and peered deep into his eyes. There was no anger, no frustration, just love. Even after ruining something he knew was so important to her, Nia still was there, with love shining in her eyes. “It’s okay. I know it was an accident. We’ll fix it later.”

  “I’ll fix it later.”

  “Okay.” She smiled and let him go. “Now get out of here, you wild and crazy man.”

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  Nia caressed his cheek tenderly. “You better be. Now go.”

  Eric checked the door before slipping out. On his way back to the dining room he passed Oscar, who was staring at him with a look of envy. He didn’t blame the kid. Eric would be envious too.

  By the time he made it to the table, Choy was the only one left. He rose when he saw Eric getting closer. “Do you need a minute to gather yourself? Want to cuddle?”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Nah. I don’t like being anyone’s sloppy seconds.”

  Eric laughed his friend’s words off. On the way to the exit, they passed by Julia who was taking an order. Choy, obviously unable to leave well enough alone, stopped walking and waited until she was done to speak to her. “I’m leaving.”

  “Thank God.” Julia slipped her notepad in the apron.

  “Oh come on. Aren’t you going to miss me a little bit?”

  Julia shook her head. “No. Not at all.”

  “How about a goodbye kiss, something to keep me warm tonight?”

  “You want a kiss?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay.” She raised her hand to her lips. She pressed a quick kiss on her fingers, then blew it toward him. “There you go. Good night.”

  She slipped away as quickly as she’d come, leaving both men chuckling in her wake.

  Amused, Eric glanced at Choy, who was grinning from ear to ear. “She is warming up to you.”

  “See. I told you.”

  “Yes, you did. Let’s get out of here. We have lives to save, coffee to drink, nurses to give hard times to.”

  Nia entered the dining room and made her way over to one—thanks to him—neglected customer. As she soothed the gentleman’s ego, she looked over at him and smiled for a brief second before getting back to work.

  “And women to come home to.”

  “Amen, brother.” Choy slapped Eric on the back. “Let’s go be rock stars.”

  Eric chuckled at the analogy as he slipped on his coat. He was no rock star, but after just ten minutes with his wife, he felt like a god. Best part about it was, in eight short hours, he’d join her at home and do it all over again.

  Chapter Five

  The foot of the bed dipping roused Nia from her deep sleep. She turned her head toward the clock and peeked out of one eye to see the time. It was after four, but not enough after it to make it worth getting up. “Go away,” she muttered, closing her eyes. “Need to sleep.”

  “Go back to sleep…” the covers at the foot of the bed lifted, letting some of the cool air into her warm, downy haven, “…if you can.”

  “If I…can?” Her eyes sprang open at his words. Nia sat up a bit, bracing the brunt of her weight on her elbows as she looked at her nude husband standing at the foot of the bed. The room was mostly dark, except for the light coming in from behind the partially closed door of the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom. But even if it had been completely dark, she still would have spotted him. Eric was a little on the pale side. He stood out a bit. “What do you mean, if I can?”

  “Exactly what I said.” Eric smiled in his wicked way then lowered himself to his knees in front of the foot of the bed. He held the covers up and climbed underneath them.

  She shook her head in bemusement. “What are you doing?”

  The question was answered before the sentence was complete. He was doing her. Eric snaked his body up the mattress to her legs and pushed them apart. Even with the weather being what it was, Nia still slept in the nude, a fact Eric was taking sweet advantage of.

  The second his fingertips touched the lips of her pussy, she gave up the premise of sleep and lay back. Nia lifted the covers and peered under them. “Are you stealing the Viagr—?” Her smart-aleck remark was cut short by a gasp of pleasure as Eric gave her clit one long lick.

  He looked up from between her legs. “Still want me to stop?”

  “Oh no. You’re good.” She pressed her hand on the blanket above his head and gently tried to nudge him back to work. “Don’t stop.”

  “Such a demanding little thing.” His words were laced with amusement, but Nia didn’t care. He could laugh the entire time he went down on her, as long as she got off.

  “More licking, less talking.”

  Eric laughed but went back to driving her completely out of her mind with his mad oral skills. Nia didn’t know if it was because he was a doctor and knew more about the female body than the average guy, or maybe he was just an idiot savant when it came to pussyology. What ever it was, however it was learned, there was no denying Eric was the best lover she’d ever had.

  “God, yes.” Whimpering, Nia bent her knees and pressed her pussy up against his talented mouth. With Eric it wasn’t just about licking, he used his hand, and sometimes when he hadn’t shaved in a while, he would rub his stubbly chin across her clit. Nia had never understood what it meant when someone said something hurt so good until he’d done that to her for the first time. The pleasure/pain sensor in her brain shorted for a second because she was screaming and coming, all at the same time.

  Tonight though, he concentrated on her G-spot, rubbing the sensitive section with his fingers as he lapped her clit with long, firm strokes. The intense pleasure was like nothing else in the world.

  Moaning, she took hold of the sides of the pillow she was lying against and squeezed it in her tight grip. Nia wanted to grab on to him and pull him to her, but she didn’t trust herself right now. In the state of mind she was in, she might mar his back with her nails.

  But the pleasure was too much for her to take silently. “Eric…” His name came out like a desperate whimper. “I’m so close. Fuck.”

  Taking her at her word, he didn’t stop. Nia could do nothing but moan and buck against him. Forgoing the pillow, she once more put her hands on top of the covers. This time, however, she pulled them away from him. Once his head was visible, she buried her fingers in his thick blond hair and pulled him even closer to her pussy. If Eric had a problem with what she did, she couldn’t tell. He kept at her and used his new position to slide his fingers free and plunge his tongue deep into her trembling cunt.

  He lapped and loved her, then her husband let her fly. Nia released his hair. Desperate to feel even more, she grabbed hold of her nipples and squeezed with all her might. The extra sensation was all she needed to send her soaring. And when she came, she came screaming his name. “Ericohhfuckohyesohhhfuckohgohonooh…”

  The words poured out in a rambling mess. It was a hodgepodge of consonants and vowels and moans that meant nothing and yet amazingly everything, as well.

  As Nia trembled in the aftermath of her orgasm, Eric pulled his mouth away from her tender pussy. He threw the blankets all the way off the bed and rose to his knees. He wasn’t the only thing upright. His cock, hard and long, jutted out in front of him, begging for release. It was all the invitation she needed.

  Releasing her nipples, Nia sat up and grasped his shaft in her hand. Without saying a word, she lowered her mouth around his cock, taking him as deep as she could. She paused for a second to ruminate in the moment. Nia loved the way it felt to have his smooth, thick member brush against the back of her throat.

  “Yeah, baby. You know what I like.”

  She sure as hell did, and she was going to give him everything he needed. Nia pulled back slowly, letting him drift from her lips inch by inch until just the crown remained. She swirled her tongue around the tip before plunging forward once more. It was a pattern she repeated over and over until Eric entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled, forcing her off his shaft.

  “Fucking tease,” Eric groaned.

  “Stop loving it and I’ll stop doing it.”

  “Teasing ends now.” He tightened his hands in her hair, causing her to whimper. The feel of his hands buried in her dark mane was like an aphrodisiac.

  Nia knew there were women who didn’t enjoy having their hair messed with during sex. She was not one of them.

  “Put your lips o
n my dick and suck it like you mean it. Like you can’t wait for my come to hit the back of your throat.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  “Then do it, Sunshine.” Eric fisted his cock and placed it against her lips. “Make me come.”

  Greedy for another taste of him, Nia opened her mouth and hollowed her cheeks. She leaned her head back into his hand, giving him the signal to lead. And man, did he. Eric used her thick strands as a lever to pump his cock in her mouth.

  To stop herself from falling, Nia grasped hold of his thighs and held on for all she was worth as Eric fucked her face. Lost in the taste of him, Nia tightened her mouth and sucked harder, going with the rhythm Eric supplied.

  “That’s so good.” Moving faster, he pushed deeper in her throat. “Yeah, baby.”

  A quickening of his hips and a tightening of his hands was the only warning he gave before he came with a loud groan. His warm, salty fluid flooded her mouth. Without even thinking about it, she swallowed his load, savoring his flavor as she drank him up.

  “Fuck, Sunshine,” Eric growled. He drew Nia to him and kissed her. Her tongue caressed his, moving back and forth, deeper and harder, until they had to break away just to breathe.

  “Whew,” he said, falling down on the bed. He gestured with his hands for her to join him. Smiling, Nia lay beside him, resting her head on his chest, directly over his heart. The sound was soothing and comfortably familiar.

  Eric sighed and squeezed her to him. “Now I can go to bed.”

  His comment was so random that it tickled. “Better than a sleeping pill?”

  “Every damn time.”

  Nia smiled. That was a compliment of the highest order.

  “Son of a bitch,” Eric cursed under his breath as he starred down at the problematic engine of his Chevy. He’d had nothing but problems with this car since, well, since the moment he put his name on the title. Lately if it wasn’t one thing, it was another with this piece-of-shit car. The engine was shot to hell and back, and in no way was it going to be fixed any time soon, especially with Christmas only a day away.