With eyes wide, Erica licked her bottom lip, stained red from all the wine we'd had over dinner. We were on our way to drunk, but I didn't care. I knew exactly what I was doing. What I was asking. I wanted to see how far she would take it.
When she shut the door to her bedroom, I considered the possibility she might not come back. But a few minutes later, the door creaked open, and she strolled out in the leggings and fitted top.
She'd left the top two buttons undone, and the dip of her cleavage teased me. With her shoulders thrown back and head held high, she sauntered closer, each step effortless. Her hips moved naturally and in time with the Jazz music playing in the background.
"You look beautiful," I murmured. I downed the rest of my wine and watched as Erica came to a spot a few feet from me, leaning on one hip while she gave me a flirty smile.
"Thank you. I don't have heels, so you can't get the full effect."
"I'm not sure I could handle the full effect," I said with a grin. She giggled and spun back around. As she walked away, she threw a sexy wink over her shoulder that had my cock jumping to life.
When she disappeared into the bedroom, I took several deep breaths, which did nothing to calm my racing heart. A few minutes later she returned dressed in the pair of jeans and the ratty T-shirt she'd arrived in. Without a bra. The rosy peaks of her nipples were barely hidden by her shirt.
She was purposely trying to kill me.
Ignoring my groan, she stopped close enough for me to touch her. "It's all about attitude. No matter what you're wearing, you have to exude confidence. But never cockiness." I reached for her, but she stepped away with a breathy giggle. "You have to move naturally. You never want to seem stiff." She looked between my legs and arched one eyebrow, taunting me and loving every minute of it.
"Come here," I grunted.
"I'm not done yet," she said with a sweet lilt as she bounced away.
I threw my head back against the cushion and stared up at the ceiling. What was I doing? What the hell were we doing? No matter how much I wanted to fuck her, playing with Erica's emotions was wrong.
I turned my head in time to see her emerge from the bedroom wrapped in the sequin dress. The expanse of her long legs was highlighted by the golden sandal straps that ran a crisscrossed pattern up her slender calves. She strutted towards me with a challenge in her eyes, and all I wanted to do was drag her onto my lap and let her ride me until tomorrow.
"That looks amazing on you."
"This dress would look amazing on anyone," she replied, playing with the hemline that fell mid-thigh.
"No, it was made for you, babe."
A small smile played on her lips, and she drew within touching distance again. Before she could pull away, I dragged her between my legs. I gazed up at her, unable to hide my desire. Her breathing picked up, and she rested her hands on my shoulders, eying me with a wariness that made my heart ache.
"I am so sorry about Maui," I said.
She stiffened and shook her head. "There's nothing to be sorry about."
I traced her hip, rubbing the soft fabric that rippled like snake skin under the tips of my fingers. She shifted closer, and I wanted nothing more than to drag her into my arms and forget about talking. Forget about apologizing, since I sucked at it anyways. "Yes, there is. I was a jerk and should have handled things differently. Better."
"You were honest."
"I was afraid. I'm still afraid."
She looked as shocked as I felt over my admission. "Afraid of what?"
"Of hurting you. Of not being enough. Of needing your friendship, but wanting to fuck you over that coffee table more."
She shivered and stepped back until my hands fell from her waist. "You don't have to make a choice. We could have it all."
I shook my head. "Impossible."
With a sigh, she turned away and walked back to the bedroom, ignoring me when I called her name. She was done with me. And I couldn't blame her. I closed my eyes and rested my head back against the couch. It served me right. Erica deserved more.
As I stood up to go to bed, the door opened, and she strolled out.
"Oh fuck." The light from the bedroom cast her in a surreal spotlight. The sheer lingerie clung to her like a second skin, her pert nipples and mound barely covered by tiny, intricate flowers. I was ready to rip that expensive fabric in two and feast on everything underneath.
Gliding barefoot across the floor, she refused to break eye contact. If seduction was her game, then she had already won.
"I should go to bed. We've both been drinking and-"
"Stop," she said, forcefully pushing me back down. "I don't want to talk about the past. And I don't want to think about the future. I just want to be here. With you. Right now."
She ran her finger along my jaw and down my neck until her hand came to rest on the crook of my neck where my pulse hammered. Grabbing a throw pillow, she placed it on the ground and settled on her knees between my legs.
"What are you doing?" I asked. My voice came out choked and gruff.
Her hands shook as she unbuttoned my pants and tugged at the zipper. "What does it look like I'm doing?"
"You don't have to do that," I said, placing my hand on top of hers.
"I want to. Teach me how to make you feel good."
Over the last ten years, I'd dreamed of Erica taking me in her mouth too many times to count. Having her on her knees, eyes wide with wonder, lips parted in welcome, was sensory overload. I shut my eyes and reopened them, relieved to find that it was no dream.
"Take it out," I demanded, trailing my finger over her exposed collarbone. With a shiver, she complied. When my cock sprang free, she licked her bottom lip and feasted on me with her hungry gaze.
With a tentative smile, she wrapped her fingers around the base, jumping in surprise when my hard length lurched in her hand. Her nervous giggle tripped over my senses. The sound transformed into a sultry moan when I pinched her nipple through the luxurious fabric. I threaded my hand into her hair and tugged her closer.
"Lick it," I whispered. Leaning forward, Erica stroked the underside with her tongue, her big blue eyes locked on mine. "Fuck yes. That feels good."
She grew more confident, gripping the base tighter and pumping her hand as she licked and laved the crown.
"Touch yourself, babe. Use your fingers to get yourself off."
She hesitated for a second, but then placed one hand between her legs, eyes dipping shut as she caressed her pussy.
With one hand between her legs and the other wrapped around my cock, she resumed sucking me. Tasting me with gentle sweeps of her tongue. I wasn't going to last. Not with her mewling as if she was getting off on it as much as I was. When she circled me in the warmth of her mouth and sank down until I hit the back of her throat, my hips arched off the couch with my moan.
I dropped my head back, but kept my eyes open so I could take it all in. Her head bobbed between my legs, those perfect red lips wrapped tight around my cock, cheeks hollowed out. Her hips gyrated to the tempo she created with the hand she had lodged between her legs. Each of her little moans and groans of excitement vibrated down my length until I was ready to explode.
"Erica, I'm going to come. Move if you don't want it in your mouth."
She pulled off with a big popping sound, her lips carved into a perfect "O". "Do you want to come in my mouth? Or do you want to come all over me?"
Was she for real? My little angel was becoming quite the seductress. "What do you want?"
"I want to taste you," she said without any shame.
Then she dropped back over my lap and took me into her mouth, cupping my balls in one hand while I writhed beneath her. I controlled the tempo with the hand I fisted in her hair, and she took it, even though I was sure her scalp screamed for relief.
The pressure was building. It was pulsing through my entire body, I could feel it pressing behind my eyes. I needed Erica to come so that I could chase my own release. When I tweaked her nipple, she lurched forward with a moan, her teeth dragging against my cock as her orgasm pulsed through her. And that's all I needed. The brief spike of pain was like striking a match, and I shattered inside her mouth.
Her eyes drooped shut while she sucked and swallowed me, her hips continuing to pump against her own hand.
"So, so good," I said, letting my hand fall free from her hair.
She sat back and wiped a hand across her mouth. I dragged her onto my lap and stroked her hair, unable to say anything that would do the moment justice. I laid down with her wrapped in my arms, more satisfied than I had been in weeks. The soft flickering of the fire and Erica's steady heartbeat lulled me into a contented sleep.