Chapter 5: The Unicorn

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Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. My head fell back while nimble fingers played with my nipples. Riding Eric got him insanely deep inside me. I didn’t want it to end. I’d lost track of the orgasms. Being with him was intoxicating. He sat up and pulled me closer to him. Our eyes met again before he kissed me. My arms wrapped around his neck and the next thing I knew I was on my back.

He just flipped me like a pancake…

I wrapped my legs around him, allowing my feet to push his ass. It was a nice ass. My fingers ran through his hair while he moved in and out of me. We definitely weren’t making love but we weren’t just fucking in that moment either. A connection was starting to form that made something inside me come alive that I didn’t know had been sleeping.

When I kissed him it felt different. He responded to it. His hips sped up. I reached down to play with my clit and help myself along to yet another orgasm.

“Cum, Lover,” he whispered between wet kisses on my neck.

“Yesyesyesyes,” I breathed. The pleasure was like a warm wave rolling over me on a Mexican beach. I’d been south of the border once when I was in college. The beach was paradise. I saw myself there in that moment with Eric, refreshed and invigorated by the sun. Or in this case, because of the number of orgasms I’d been given.

Eric collapsed on top of me again after he came. My hands moved up and down his back. His lips moved around my chest, neck and collarbone, tasting every inch of my skin that he could. The sex was great as it was but when I turned my head I could see into the closet. The display of toys was still out in the open. Obviously it wasn’t a lifestyle Eric was completely ready to let go of. If it was, he wouldn’t have kept all that stuff.

“What if I wanted to be tied up?” I asked Eric. He kissed his way to my lips, turning my head so I had to look at him and not the treasure chest.

“I’d be happy to indulge you.” He sweetly pecked my lips before he pulled out of me to get rid of the condom.

Eric got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard water run for a few seconds. When he came back it was with a damp washcloth to clean me up a little bit. That was considerate of him. He gently moved the cloth between my thighs, cleaning up the flood of honey he’d caused. Eric leaned over to kiss my clit, sending shivers up my spine.

“I’m singin’ in the rain. Just singin’ in the rain,” Gene Kelly sang, cutting through the quiet.

Shit. I forgot to call Gran.

I jumped off the bed and dug my phone out of my purse.

“Hello, Gran, I’m here,” I answered.

“Thank heavens,” Gran said, obviously relieved.

“I’m so sorry. I completely forgot to call you.” I was totally sidetracked by the treasure chest discovery. She didn’t need to know that, though.

“I’m just glad you’re alright,” she said.

“I’m sorry if I made you worry.” It was late. I looked at the clock by the bed. It was after the nightly news. Gran was probably ready for bed.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re a grown woman. You shouldn’t have to check in with me at all.”

“I don’t mind. I know why you asked me to. It’s okay. I’m safe, I promise. I’ll see you in the morning,” I told her.

“Alright. I love you, Sookie.”

“I love you too. Goodnight, Gran,” I said.

We got off the phone and I dropped the device on the chaise. Eric was sitting on the bed, leaned against the quilted headboard, when I turned around.

“Sorry about that. Gran asked me to call her when I got here and I forgot all about it,” I told him.

“It’s alright. I’m sure she worries about a beautiful woman like you going out in the city alone at night.”

“She does, and I think she’s also a little concerned about your intentions with me.” I returned to the bed and straddled him. “Gran is pretty open-minded for an old southern belle, but she’s also very traditional in a lot of ways. Like she doesn’t care if you’re gay as long as you’re married before you try sharing a bed in her home.”

Eric chuckled at that. “She sounds like a hell of a woman.”

“She is,” I agreed. “Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without her. My parents died in a flash flood when I was ten. Gran raised me after that. It was a bad year the year we lost my parents. The crop was pretty much destroyed by the flood, but there was no keeping the mighty Mississippi from running over. Too much rain and the ground was too low. It was insult to injury, that’s for sure.”

If it weren’t for the old money in the family, we probably would have been destitute.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said sincerely. He reached up to run his fingers through my hair. “I’m glad you had a strong influence growing up all the same.”

“Me too. I told her I met you. Google had a very nice picture of you from the Met Gala. She wants to meet you at some point if we continue to see each other,” I told him.

He smiled and said, “You could have asked me to send you a picture. I felt like shit that night, but I had to go. It ended up being the worst flu I’d had since I was eleven. If we continue, I would love to meet her.”

“Well you looked great. I had no idea you were sick.” I leaned in to kiss along his jaw until he turned his head to catch my lips. His big hands pulled me closer by my ass. My arms wrapped around him while the kisses got deeper. Damn, he was a good kisser.

“Mmm,” he hummed when the kiss finally broke. “You’re making me hard again.” His hips rocked up allowing me to feel his cock twitch against me.

“Sorry?” I wasn’t sorry and I didn’t think he was either.

“You’re not the least bit sorry,” he accused.

“Not really,” I smiled. My hips rocked, rubbing my folds over his swelling cock. “Should I be sorry?”

“You’ll have to tell me after I fuck you into a coma,” he joked. When his hips rocked up again his tip rubbed over my clit.

He probably wasn’t too far off with that coma business. It was entirely possible. I wasn’t sure if he was capable of a quickie.

“Just make sure you let Gran know I’m okay,” I chuckled. I lifted up, releasing his hard-on. “Are you clean?”

“I am,” he answered. “You?”

“Absolutely. I would have told you already if I wasn’t.” I turned around and slowly sank down his length.

He let out a low growly groan. Eric’s hands went to my hips and I could feel his eyes on my ass.

“Stay slow,” he requested.

I leaned forward a little to brace my hands on the mattress. My ass moved up and down, allowing Eric to watch his dick disappear inside me over and over. By going slow I felt every inch of him filling me. I wanted to go faster, but I also wanted Eric to enjoy himself. His hands moved up my back and eventually grabbed onto my hair, using it to pull my head back. One hand held my hair while the other slapped my ass.

“Ohhh…” I wasn’t expecting the way my walls clenched.

“More?” He rubbed over the spot he’d just slapped, his cooler hand taking away some of the stinging.

“Yes,” I whispered. I bit my bottom lip and moaned again when the next seat landed on the same spot. My fingers moved to my clit while my hips moved in slow circles instead of going up and down.

Eric released my hair so he could grab my arms, pulling them back and away from my clit.

“I’ll bring your pleasure,” he told me. He held both of my wrists behind my back in one of his massive paws. I felt him rub my ass again before slapping it.

I whimpered but it wasn’t because of the pain. I started to bounce again. If I couldn’t rub my clit, maybe I could find the right angle for his cock to rub against my sweet spot. Again my head fell back as I moved up and down. Each time his big hand slapped my ass my walls clenched.

His hips rocked up to meet me each time I bounced. He continued to slap the same spot. I could tell it wasn’t his full power. The slaps were light enough to sting just a little. Each time my walls clenched he let out an involuntary groan.

It didn’t take too long for an orgasm to build.

“Eric… I’m gonna cum,” I moaned.

“Give it to me,” he growled. He released my hands and reached up to grab my hair again. He pulled me all the way back against his chest. “Is this what you need?” His hips thrust up a little quicker, the tip of his cock rubbing over my g-spot on each deep thrust. He released my hair to hold me against him by my throat. His other hand found my clit, rubbing at just the right speed.

“Yesyesyesyesyes! Fuuuuuck!” I screamed when I came. It was enough to make me see fireworks going off in my mind. My entire body trembled with the force of the orgasm.

“Good girl,” he whispered. Eric rolled us over so I was pinned to the bed beneath him. His knees settled on the outside of my thighs, making him feel huge as he slid his thick shaft in and out of me on each hard, deliberate thrust.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” I moaned. It drew out the orgasm. My eyes rolled back into my head, not that Eric could see it. It felt so damn good. My hands pushed against the headboard so I wouldn’t smack my face on it.

He rested his arm across my shoulders, completely pinning me to the bed. Eric’s hips swiveled each time he drove into me.

“Fuck, woman, you’re going to make me cum,” he growled as his hips slapped against my ass.

“I want it,” I breathed.

“Where do you want it, Sookie?” He started grinding his hips for a moment on each thrust.

“My tits,” I answered. I wasn’t ready to let him cum in me yet. I was on birth control but better safe than sorry.

“Cum and you can have it.” He sat up on his knees and slapped the other side of my ass.

“Eric!” I cried out. My walls clenched, triggering another orgasm I didn’t even know was building. I whimpered and moaned through the waves of pleasure rolling through me.

He made a noise that let me know he was happy with me. He pulled out a few thrusts later and flipped me over.

“Watch me.” He wrapped his hand around his thick shaft and stroked quickly. He was slick from being buried inside of my drenched pussy. “Fuck… fuck…” His release shot out, hitting my nipple before the rest spilled out, covering my tits.

“Mmm… that’s sexy,” I said.

“You’re sexy,” he smiled as he rubbed his tip around my right nipple.

“Would you want to do that again with me tied up?”

“Oh yes,” he purred. He climbed off of me and settled on the bed propped up on his elbow next to me. His hand slid down my stomach to rub my lower lips. “I don’t want to tie you up until you completely trust me, though.”

“What’s the attraction to tying someone up?” I understood, at least I thought I might understand, why someone might want to be tied up but I didn’t understand the other side.

“There’s an intensity I can’t really explain. For me, when I see the look of lust, excitement, fear, and everything in between it gets me going. The power I feel does something I don’t know how to explain,” he said. “It’s not like a caveman, gorilla pounding his chest power. It’s more of the trust and seeing you let go for me, allowing me to take control and you trusting me with your pleasure. That’s a powerful, attractive feeling.”

“That makes sense. Have you ever let someone tie you up?”

“I have not,” he admitted. “I’ve never been with someone that wanted to tie me up. The women I’m with get off on me being more dominant in bed.”

“What if I wanted to tie you up?” I smiled. My fingertip spread his cum around my chest.

He thought about it for a moment. A slow smile spread across his handsome face. “I’d allow you to tie me up.”

“Really?” That surprised me.

“Yes,” he chuckled. “Don’t look so shocked. I’m adventurous.”

“Yes, I’m figuring that out.” I licked my fingertip, making him growl.

“Does it make you nervous?” His middle finger slipped between my folds, rubbing around my clit.

“A little,” I admitted. “The most adventurous a previous partner had been was accidentally trying to put his dick in my ass. Accident my foot.”

Eric laughed at that. “That was definitely no accident. I also would never surprise you with that.” He slid his hand further down to rub his wet finger around my rear entrance. He didn’t try to press into me.

“Good, because I’d be pretty pissed off and you’d be coughing up your balls once the vomiting stopped. I’ll give you my ex’s number if you don’t believe me.”

“I believe you,” he chuckled. “If that was ever something you wanted you’d have to work your way up to someone my size.”

“I’d probably need a muscle relaxer, a bunch of drinks and maybe a gallon of lube.”

“We could manage all that.” He was still laughing a little as he leaned in to kiss me.

“Of course by the time I had the drinks and muscle relaxer on board I’d probably be unconscious,” I said. “I should probably go clean up.”

“Would you like company?”

“Mmm… I don’t know. How are you at washing boobs?” I was willing to bet he was at professional status.

“I do a pretty good job at washing every part of a woman.”

I smiled and said, “Prove it.”

He growled as he leaned in to nibble my neck. He rolled off of me after a moment and went around to the end of the bed to pull me to the end by my ankles. Eric was able to pick me up from the bed and carry me into the bathroom.

“You’re going to be a pile of mush by the time I’m done with you,” he said as he set me on my feet.

“We’ll see about that.” It was obvious Eric liked a challenge and I was happy to give him one.

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“So I met someone,” I told Amanda. She was the closest thing I had to a best friend in Hadley’s absence. We were sitting at a bar across from her apartment in SoHo. She had a serious crush on Sam, the bartender.

“You did, huh? Spill everything,” she said.

“His name is Eric Northman. He’s an executive at a talent agency. Originally he’s an Indiana farm boy with double degrees from Michigan State. He’s tall, looks like a Viking and fucks like a pornstar.” I took a drink of my Riesling. Eric had kept his word and then some two days before.

“Um, does he have a brother?” she laughed. “Pictures, please.”

“You know, I can’t remember if he mentioned having a brother.” I pulled my phone from my clutch and located the picture he’d sent me after I spent the night with him the second time. He thought it was better than the picture from the Met Gala and I agreed. Eric was dressed in a gray suit with a black shirt and black tie. “He’s pretty cute.” I turned the phone so she could see better.

“Holy cow balls,” she muttered. “Where in the hell did you find something like that?”

“Dr. Brigant’s office when I took Gran for her annual appointment,” I chuckled. “I was sitting in the waiting room and he sat down next to me.”

“I can honestly say I didn’t realize men that looked that good really existed,” she snorted. “Unless it’s just a good picture of him.”

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as a bad picture of him. I’m not sure how old he is, but I’m guessing he’s about forty. He sure doesn’t look like it.” Or fuck like it, for that matter.

“He doesn’t in that picture,” she agreed. “So, is he your boyfriend?”

“I’m not really sure. We went out Tuesday night for drinks. We had one and then went back to his place. You know I’m not the type to sleep with someone I just met. We had a late dinner on his patio up in his freaking penthouse apartment on the Upper East Side. The next night he invited me over and we talked some more but it was mostly sex. He said he’s not really looking for a full relationship, so I’m not really sure what we have going.”

“Do you think you’re one in a long list of booty calls?”

“He said he’s only seeing me. Last time I went over his doorman let me into his apartment. It’s possible I’m not the only one, but something tells me I am,” I said.

“Would you be okay if you weren’t?” she asked and took a sip of her wine. “Would you want to know?”

“Absolutely I’d want to know. If he wants casual I’m fine with that, but I don’t want to be surprised at finding another woman in his apartment,” I said. “I got a big enough surprise the other night.”

“Um, what does that mean?” Amanda asked nervously.

“So I was in his apartment by myself the other night. I brought my toiletry bag and a nightgown since I figured I’d be there overnight. The closet in his bedroom is insane. Crazy organized with all these shelves and built-in units, right? So I went to grab a hanger for my nightgown and when I pulled it, the freaking shelves moved like I was in the damn batcave.”

“Did it expose some sort of secret service shit?” she giggled.

“Oh it was a secret,” I laughed too. “Not spy gear, though. Sex toys and the kind of stuff you would expect to see in a sex dungeon.”

Amanda’s jaw dropped.

“Seriously? That’s… wow. Does he know you found it?”

“Uh huh. He came home while I was standing there butt naked and staring at his collection of paddles and dildos. It was the most awkward moment ever.”

“Oh wow,” she laughed. “Did he freak out that you found it, or use it as an in to talk you into getting a good paddling?”

“He didn’t freak out. Actually he seemed a little nervous, like he thought I was going to get dressed and tell him to never call me again.”

“I assume you didn’t. Is that something he wants from you? Is he going all 50 Shades on you?”

“He said he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. Apparently he’s been in a few of those relationships in the past but they’re a lot of work. I haven’t done much research on it so I don’t really know what it’s about. I’ve been reading about Mexican black magic lately,” I confessed.

“Uh, that’s new,” she said. “It’s been quite a week for you.”

“The black magic is for an article. I met a brujo who says he can do a locator spell for me.” I didn’t have to tell her what I wanted to find.

“That’s pretty cool. Do you trust he can do it?” she asked.

“I don’t know. He said it won’t work if I don’t believe. I’m afraid I’m too jaded for it to work. There have been so many dead ends, you know? I’m also scared that if it works it’ll only lead us to a body. Deep down I know it’s possible Hadley’s dead but I can’t let myself assume she is because if I do, why keep searching?” I finished off my wine. I didn’t want to get emotional about Hadley.

“Even if the worst has happened, you’re never going to be able to rest easy until you know the truth,” she said. “Should we get a round of shots?”

“Yes please.”

I waved Sam down and ordered us a round of Patrón shots, as well as another glass of wine. My phone buzzed on top of the bar. I looked down to see I had a picture message from Eric. I picked up the phone and unlocked the screen to look at the photo.

It was a black and white picture of his lap. There was a very obvious bulge tenting his slacks. His hand was resting in his thigh stretching the material around his erection.

Eric: Thinking about you…

Oh hello…

Me: You sure know how to charm a lady.

Eric: It’s a simple truth 💋

Me: I’m getting tipsy in SoHo with my bestie.

I turned on the camera to send him a selfie. I was wearing a sleeveless red dress that hugged every one of my curves and showed off a good amount of cleavage.

“Eric’s sexting me,” I told Amanda. I wouldn’t show her a dick pic, but I did show her the black and white photo he sent.

“Whoa,” she said. “I don’t know if I’m more impressed by the size of his hand or his love stick.”

Eric: Red is my favorite color, Lover.

“They’re both put to use pretty well.”

Me: Bestie wants to know if you have a brother, btw.

Eric: He’s back in Indiana. Younger. Looks like a brunette version of me.

“I’m officially jealous of you,” she laughed.

“There’s a brother but he’s in Indiana,” I told Amanda.

“Damn,” she sighed.

Sam brought our drinks and Amanda and I tossed back our shots. I sucked on a lime wedge to chill out the burning sensation from the alcohol. Afterward I leaned over toward Amanda so I could take a selfie of the two of us together. Amanda was a pretty girl with dark red hair, almost like a black cherry color. Her eyes were light green and she had a dusting of freckles on her nose. She wasn’t as tall as I was or as buxom, but Amanda had curves. She was wearing a black dress with knee-high boots. On someone else it might have looked like she was a hooker, but not on Amanda.

Me: That’s Amanda, my beautiful bestie.

Eric: Would it be inappropriate to say thinking of having both of you together makes my dick twitch?

My eyebrow arched. I wasn’t really offended, actually. Amanda was a beautiful woman. I leaned over to show her the text from Eric.

“For some reason I’m not surprised,” she laughed. “If he’s into all that whips and chains stuff, of course he’d be into multiple women at once. Do you think he could handle us?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really know what you’re like in bed,” I chuckled. Anytime we talked about it, it was a review of someone else’s performance.

“I like to think I’m good,” she giggled. The shot was getting to her. It was getting to me too. Tequila went right through me.

“He’s too much. I love you, but I don’t want to love you,” I told her.

“Agreed. Would you be with a woman for him?”

“I don’t think so. I’ve never been interested in being with a woman. If he wants to think about it and jerk off, go for it.” I wouldn’t judge. That was a common fantasy for men.  

“I did it once. It wasn’t bad, but I don’t think I’d do it again.”

“I think if I did it, it couldn’t be with someone I know. Like it would have to be some random woman neither of us would see again. I don’t know how I’d feel about sharing my man for more than a night. Like he can be with other women but I don’t know if I want to see it. I don’t need to see if he likes fucking someone else more than me, you know?” I signalled Sam so I could order us another round of shots.

“Would you ever be with two men at once?” she inquired.

“I don’t know. I never thought about it.”

“I don’t think I could.” She gave Sam a flirty smile when he walked up to take our order. Amanda ordered the shots.

“I know I couldn’t if both were Eric’s size. Could you imagine? I’d end up in the hospital,” I laughed.

“Girl, I’m surprised you’re not in the hospital after one night with just him,” she laughed with me.

“Oh I had to take last night off.” Eric was great in bed, but at his size a girl needed a night to recuperate.

“I believe it,” she said.

“Would I be a terrible friend if I went uptown after we’re done here?”

“Why would you be a terrible friend? It’s not easy to find good dick, Sookie. If you have access to it, I don’t blame you for going to get it.”

“I might have to.” We took the next round of shots. I sucked down more lime juice before I added, “He said he wanted to tie me up so he could go down on me and I couldn’t get away.”

“Um, marry him,” she said seriously.

“Right? I swear, he’s like a freaking unicorn.”

Me: Want company tonight?

Eric: I’d love company. I’m heading up to my condo now.

I hadn’t planned on going to see him but the tequila changed my mind. Amanda and I did one more shot before she insisted I leave. She wanted to work on Sam anyway. I wished her luck and took off to go get some good dick.

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