Notorious (13 page)

Crying out his name, she stiffened beneath him for a brief, breathless moment before she fell apart. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm as she very nearly sobbed her pleasure. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, his tongue circling slowly around her clit until finally she collapsed on the mattress. Her limbs still trembled, tears streaked down her face and he moved up to kiss and lick them away before his mouth met hers in a long, soul-touching kiss.

“I can taste myself,” she whispered when he broke away from her.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” he whispered back, licking at her lips. Her tongue snuck out to meet his, then withdrew and she sucked on his tongue with her lips. The move was so erotic he couldn’t help the groan that tumbled out of him. “I wish I could touch you.” They kissed again, his cock jerking in the hopes that he’d be inside her soon. “I think my orgasm was more intense because I couldn’t. I could only lie there and take it.”

“I knew you’d like it.” He slid down her body, raining kisses across her chest, down the fragrant valley between her breasts. His mouth trailed over her breasts until he was licking her nipples, circling first one then the other with his tongue before he fully enveloped one into his mouth. Drawing her deep he sucked, felt her lift beneath him as if she wanted more and he paid equal attention to her other nipple. Blowing across them both, he watched the wet tips harden further as he slipped a hand between her legs.

God, she was still so wet, slippery. He slid his finger inside her with ease, knew his cock would push inside without any resistance. “I want to fuck you like this. Tied up and at my mercy.”

“But…”

He silenced her, pressing his fingers against her lips. “Let me, Stace. Trust me.”

She met his gaze, her expression solemn, her lips moving against his fingers as she spoke. “I do, Eric. I trust you more than anyone.”

That admission felt like a sock to the gut. He’d wanted it, went after it and to actually have her trust was such a gift. Humbling in its intensity, he didn’t know what to say. Could only stare at her dumbfounded like some sort of idiot.

“Do you trust me?”

The innocent question caused him to jerk his chin, staring at her in wonder. All the trust and emotion she felt shown in her gaze, vibrant and undeniable. This was his moment. He should tell her now. Not only did he trust, her but he was in love with her. Irrevocably, undeniably in love with her.

“Eric?”

He said nothing like the chicken shit he was. Instead he positioned himself over her, his hands planted on either side of her head, his cock rubbing against the soft slope of her belly. Staring at her, his eyes slid closed and he breathed deep. Searching for courage, wishing like hell he wasn’t so afraid to admit his feelings. Wishing he could be everything Stacy wanted.

Reaching between them, he gripped himself, slipping his fingers around the base of his cock and guided himself home.

Home inside Stacy.

Eric thrust inside her, slow and easy. Filling her to the absolute brink. She struggled against the soft velvet cuffs, felt them chafe against the sensitive skin inside her wrists, against her ankles. How she wished she could touch him. Freely run her hands through his soft hair, let her fingers explore his gorgeous body. Every dip and curve and ridge of muscle, the tickling hair on his forearms, the banked heat of his smooth skin.

Stacy had to admit her earlier orgasm was by far the most intense she’d ever experienced. There had been no controlling it whatsoever. Her climax had simply built and built, ratcheting up the intensity with every stroke of his fingers, every flick of his talented tongue. She’d been helpless, lying there and taking his loving abuse. His mouth on her, his long fingers inside her, the way she’d come against his lips, how she’d shivered uncontrollably and literally sobbed her release. It had felt almost surreal. Deliciously surreal.

And now having him inside her, buried so deep, as deep as he could get, well she couldn’t much participate but lift her hips a bit, which resulted in sending him even deeper. They both groaned, his voice sounded ragged, his arms and shoulders trembled from his restraint, muscles standing out in stark relief. She wished he would unleash all that pent-up power on her. Lose control and lose himself inside her. That’s all she wanted.

Oh, that and an admission from him that he trusted her. Maybe even a confession of his love for her…

Her entire body tingled at the thought. Of him whispering the words in her ear, his breath warm and damp, his lips brushing against her lobe as he confessed his feelings. She would whisper she loved him too and then, oh then he would take her to new heights. Something he was so very, very good at.

Again and again he pushed inside her, using and abusing her body in the most delicious way possible. His mouth met hers, the hot, wet glide of his tongue against hers sending tantalizing ripples down her spine, across her belly, vibrating deep within her. Already her orgasm built. This one slower, deeper, steadier and God, if it was going to be even more intense she wasn’t sure how she’d survive it.

He increased his pace and Stacy whispered his name, wishing she could ask for what she really wanted.

Do you trust me, Eric?

Do you love me?

Do you always want to be with me?

She didn’t have the courage, not yet. His lavish attention upon her body showed he wanted her, needed her. Cared for her. She believed deep down he trusted her, loved her but she needed to
hear
it.

She needed that confirmation more than anything. It didn’t leave a girl hanging.

“God, Stacy, you feel so good.” The words rushed out of him, an agonized groan following his declaration and she turned her head as he rained kisses down her neck. Stared out the uncovered sliding glass door, she looked at the apartment building across from Eric’s. Many windows were uncovered in the darkening night, soft golden light glowing from within the homes, and she caught sight of a similar sliding glass door directly across from Eric’s. Saw a man sitting on the edge of his bed facing them.

Watching them.

She didn’t admit it to Eric, not yet, savoring the fact the man watched them all to herself. She arched beneath Eric, her breasts brushing against his chest and he pushed her down gently with the tips of his fingers on her shoulder. Dipping his head, he sucked her nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth, alternating between each nipple until they were wet, aching.

And all the while the man continued to watch.

Stacy couldn’t help it. She smiled. It was positively wicked, knowing the stranger observed them during such an intimate act. A moment that meant more to her than almost any other they’d shared so far. She should tell Eric. He would put on a show for their audience of one. She knew it.

She frowned for the briefest moment. God, what was wrong with her? She was downright depraved. Unfortunately, Eric caught sight of the frown on her face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern lacing his voice as he slowed his thrusts.

“We have an audience,” she whispered.

Eric stilled above her, turning his head toward the window. “What do you mean?”

She had a feeling he knew exactly what she meant.

“There’s a man. Watching us. Can you see him?” She turned to look at the man once more and saw he stared right at them. As if he knew they knew he was there.

As if he dared them to shut the curtains, wave their fists in protest, something. He wanted to be noticed.

Arousal slipped through her, slow and warm and like honey sliding through her veins. How crazy could this get?

Eric stared out the sliding glass door, cocked his head to the side until he finally noticed their secret—or not so secret—observer. “I can see him.” He turned to look at her once more. “Does it bother you?”

Slowly she shook her head, her hair rustling against the soft pillowcase, tickling her cheeks. She wished she could bat it away, damn it. “No. It should bother me. I know it should. I should be horrified, but I’m…not.”

Smiling, he bent down and kissed her. Hard. “This is what I enjoy the most. Discovering all the extra kinky bits that are hidden deep inside you and exploring them with you further.”

“You’re not bothered by what I said?”

“Hell, no.” He grinned. Literally grinned, looking like a little boy who just received his every Christmas wish. But there was nothing little boyish about the very virile man whose cock pulsated within her body at this very moment. “So. Want to put on more of a performance?”

She frowned, wariness and a fair dose of excitement building within her. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll take the cuffs off.” He ignored her question.

“Eric. What do you want to do?” Curiosity filled her. Why wouldn’t he answer her directly? What sort of game did he have in mind now?

“Can I show you? You can say no if it’s too much for you to handle.”

Now why did that feel like a dare? “What are you talking about, too much to handle?”

“What I have in mind is pretty…blatant.” The grin grew, strands of hair damp with sweat flopped over his forehead and he was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. “I don’t know if you’ll agree to it. But I have to give it a try.”

Oh, it was going to be really naughty, she just knew it. “If you want to do it, I’m game.”

He withdrew from her, pushed back so that he knelt between her legs and rubbed his hands together eagerly. “I knew you’d agree. You won’t regret it, baby. You can trust me on that one.”

She did. Trust him. “Only if you trust me back,” she said, her voice whisper soft.

“I do.” Leaning over her, he went to work on the velvet cuff that encased her left wrist, unsnapping it with ease. “I do, Stace. I trust you more than anyone. I trust you with my life. I trust you with my secrets and my shitty ways and my good ways. I’m working on making my shitty ways disappear but I need…I need your help with that.”

“All I want to do is help you. Be there for you. Be with you.” She watched him move, drinking him in as he took her freed wrist and rubbed the skin with gentle fingers, pressing an even gentler kiss to the inside of her wrist. “I love you, Eric.”

Whoops. She hadn’t meant for that to slip out.

He paused, her wrist still clutched within his tender grasp, his gaze locked with hers. He slowly lowered her arm and then went to work on the other one. Undoing the snaps sounded loud in the quiet of the room and he offered the same sweet treatment, rubbing out the ache, kissing her skin.

All the while he remained silent, as did she. All the air gathered in her lungs and throat, nearly choking her with the need to get it all out but she couldn’t. She could only wait, breathless, almost weak from wanting his response.

Finally, finally he hovered over her, his face in hers, his breath a soft breeze across her lips. He kissed her, his tongue danced with hers for the briefest, sweetest moment until he finally broke the contact and pressed his forehead against hers.

“I love you, too, Stace. I love you more than anything or anyone else in the world.”

She closed her eyes, smiling as peaceful relief washed over her.

He loved her. Eric loved her.

Life couldn’t get much better.

Chapter Eleven

“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”

“You like it, my horny little love.” Eric smiled, enjoying his free use of the word love in reference to Stacy.

His smile grew as he glanced out the sliding glass door to see their audience of one had actually stripped himself of his clothing. He still sat on the edge of his bed, a fleeting glimpse of his erect cock flashing. Hidden mostly by his fisted hand, for the man had begun to stroke himself with abandon.

Sick fuck. They were even sicker fucks for putting on this show. For his neighbor, for God’s sake. A man they could both run into in the parking lot or in front of the long rows of mailboxes. How uncomfortable did that have the potential to be?

Ah hell, he couldn’t worry about it now. They were far past the point of no return. The man was naked and masturbating. Eric was standing naked in front of the window alongside Stacy who he was just about to get into position.

A position that would most certainly titillate their neighbor—as well as himself.

“Okay, I need you to press yourself against the glass.”

Stacy cast him a wary glance as she stepped closer to the door, her breasts brushing against the glass. She gasped and jumped back. “It’s cold.”

“Do it, baby. For our neighbor.” He flicked his head in the man’s direction.

Nibbling on her lower lip, she stepped closer, pressed her breasts fully against the glass. Eric stepped in behind her and grabbed her wrists, lifting her arms high and pinning them to the door. Her hands splayed, fingers pressing against the cool glass as his grip tightened around her wrists.

He had her bound already once tonight. And he thought he might continue the theme.

Rubbing against her, his cock slid between the round cheeks of her sweet ass. He pushed against her, closed his eyes when he felt the warm, alluring heat of her pussy so close to the head of his cock. “You want me, don’t you?”

She nodded and thrust her ass out, causing him to slide further, closer to her wet, welcoming sex. “He’s watching us. He’s spread his legs, and he’s letting me see his cock.”

She stumbled over the last word and he couldn’t help but smile. She was so sweetly innocent and raunchy all at once. “You like looking at his cock while I feed you my cock?”

“Eric.” Her voice trembled, her hands braced more firmly against the giant glass window. “Please.”

“Do you want me inside you? Or do you want to suck on this first?” He thrust against her again, letting her feel just how hard and heavy he was for her. He could’ve come earlier when he pounded himself deep inside her tight body but he’d restrained himself. Wanting to make it last.

Wanting to drive the both of them crazy.

A weak little noise escaped her, not quite an answer but not quite a protest either.

“Turn around.” He grabbed her shoulders and whirled her around, watched the tantalizing swing of her breasts as she did so. Her nipples were rock hard, irresistible and he reached out, pinching them both between his thumbs and index fingers before his hands dropped away from her. “Get on your knees.”