Eric and I make plans to have dinner together Friday night so when I get home from work I change clothes and fancy myself up a little bit. I don’t know that it’s necessarily a date, but it’s sort of a date. Giving him head wasn’t part of the plan but I don’t regret doing it either. I think maybe Dawn was right but I’m glad it wasn’t just some cheesy one night stand.
Plus he’s a phenomenal kisser.
So once I’m dressed I tidy up the apartment in case he ends up back at my place later, and then I get back in the car and drive to the Chinese restaurant we agreed to meet at. He’s already there when I walk in and he’s not alone. Chocolate is there sitting next to him. Eric smiles when he spots me and stands up to pull out my chair for me because he’s a gentleman like that, whereas Alcide just stares at my tits like they’re the first pair he’s ever seen.
“Hi,” I smile at Eric and give him a kiss on the cheek before I sit down.
“Hi back,” he grins. “Did you formally meet Alcide? I was too drunk to remember.”
“No, I didn’t but he did inform me that he was free whenever you were finished with me,” I tell him.
Eric’s eyes go wide and his head whips around to his friend.
“Really, man? You’re an idiot,” Eric growls. “Now I know why you insisted on coming out with us. Prick.”
“It’s a good thing you’re not done with me yet,” I smirk and look at Alcide. “And I’m sure Dawn will call you when she’s done icing her vajizzle.”
Eric begins to laugh. He’s trying to stay quiet and his body shakes as he looks over at Alcide.
“Maybe we can hook him up with Amelia,” Eric tells me while keeping his eyes on Alcide.
“Are you done?” Alcide asks Eric. He doesn’t seem too amused.
“You’re the one date-crashing,” Eric tells him. “Anyway, Sookie this is Alcide. Alcide, Sookie.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Alcide,” I say.
“Likewise. So you actually like this dick?” Alcide asks me, motioning to Eric.
“Crazy huh?” I smile at Eric. He smiles back.
“How was work?” Eric asks, ignoring his friend.
“It was good. My boss gave me concert tickets he wasn’t going to use so it looks like I’ll be attending one weekend of Coachella,” I tell him.
“Ah, that will be fun. Do we have a hotel room?” I love that he assumes I’m taking him.
“I have a hotel room,” I reply. “I’m not sure what you would need one for.”
“Burn,” Alcide chimes in. Eric glares at him.
“Who invited you again?”
“I invited myself, asshole,” Alcide says. “I had to make sure she’s good enough.”
“Right, can you just sit there and shut up then?” Eric asks.
“Nope,” Alcide says, popping the P.
“I can’t tell if you two sound like an old married couple or teenage brothers,” I say with amusement, and order tea when the waitress comes to the table.
Eric laughs and says, “Funny, that’s not the first time we’ve heard either one of those comparisons.”
“I usually vote teenager brothers. I’d shoot myself if I was married to this asshole,” Alcide says, pointing his thumb at Eric.
“Says the guy who couldn’t get his own date on Friday night,” I mutter into my tea. Alcide’s being a little hard on Eric, unless there’s a dark side lurking I should aware of.
“Hey, I can get a date. I chose to come here and check out Eric’s,” Alcide huffs. “I’m just being protective. I can’t have you breaking his fragile heart.” Alcide gets a punch in the arm for this.
“Dude, go home,” Eric growls at him.
“Don’t worry, Cocoa, I won’t hurt him,” I tell Alcide.
“Cocoa?” Alcide looks confused.
“Al. Go,” Eric tells him again. “Sorry, Sookie. He followed me and I haven’t been able to get him to leave. I was hoping he’d behave better.”
“Next time bring his muzzle,” I suggest.
My tea comes and the waitress is ready to take our order so it’s make or break time where Alcide is concerned. The glower he gets from Eric is pretty intense.
Alcide starts to order, but Eric cuts him off. “No. You are not staying,” he growls and they make eye contact for a moment before Alcide gets up from the table.
“I guess I’ve worn out my welcome. It was good seeing you again, Sookie,” Alcide says while staring at my chest.
“You’re in serious danger of losing your eyesight, Al,” Eric tells him and Alcide’s eyes snap up to mine.
“You too, Cocoa. Stay out of trouble,” I say with a smile and shake my head at him. In my peripheral vision I can see Eric’s face is red again. Poor guy.
Alcide leaves so we can order. “Sorry about him,” Eric says once we finish and the waitress walks away.
“It’s okay. It’s good that he cares enough about you to make sure you’re not getting into a bad situation.”
Dawn’s like that too, but there’s a reason why I have that cache of morning after pictures saved up.
“I think he just wanted a reason to check out your tits,” Eric chuckles.
“Probably. He should be careful about that seeing as he’s recently bumped uglies with Dawn and her loose lips have sunk more than ships,” I snicker.
“You know, I’m really glad you chose vanilla too,” he smiles. “I wouldn’t have given her the time of day. Actually, I think I was a little rude to her when she approached us.”
“Then it’s impressive she let me have you. Dawn is still stuck in that phase where she thinks assholes are hot.” I outgrew that around the time I became of legal drinking age.
“Al decided to put himself out there for her and we see how that turned out,” he says. “So when’s this concert you’re going to?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t looked yet,” I admit, but I can easily remedy that by pulling out my cell phone and Googling it so that’s exactly what I do. “I have tickets for the first weekend, which happens to be next month. Four weeks from tomorrow, to be exact.”
“So I have four weeks to talk you into taking me,” he grins. “I love live music. I don’t even care who it is. I enjoy the atmosphere.”
“I haven’t been to many concerts,” I admit. “The first one I went to was because of my boss giving me tickets so now I get them for free on a pretty regular basis and only use the ones I want.”
“I’ll admit, I’m a little jealous.”
“The amount of swag I get in my line of work is ridiculous sometimes. When the film festival circuits are going our office gets flooded with stuff. It’s crazy,” I tell him. “I could never afford half of the stuff I’ve gotten from work.”
“That’s always nice. My swag consists of colds and germs. I have stock I’m hand sanitizer,” he chuckles.
“So if I get a cold I know who to thank,” I snicker and remember there’s a pair of men’s Ray Ban aviators just chilling in my swag closet at home that would look ridiculously sexy on him. I’ll have to remember to give them to him the next time I see Eric.
“Yep. I’ll take care of you though,” he says and reaches across the table to take my hand.
“I turn into a grumpy, bitchy baby when I’m sick,” I warn him.
“Nothing I don’t deal with on a daily basis,” he shrugs.
“Good point,” I laugh. “But I just don’t want you to think I’ll remain my usual ray of sunshine.”
“Thanks for the warning,” he says, flashing me his cute little grin.
“Seriously last time I was sick my brother tried to force feed me his homemade chicken soup and I told him to go eat a dick, soooo…”
“I’m tough, I can take it,” he promises.
“Just giving you fair warning,” I smile and sip my tea.
♦ ♦ ♦
“I have a surprise for you!” I call out from my kitchen. I put Eric in charge of picking a movie from the massive collection in the living room.
“Does it include nudity?” he calls back.
“It has potential to!” I grab the container I want out of the fridge and go back to the living room. It looks like a simple container of halved strawberries, but no, no, these are drunken strawberries.
“What’s that?” he asks and hands me the movie he picked. 40-Year Old Virgin.
“An experiment and dessert. Strawberries that have been soaking in the rest of the whipped cream vodka from the other night,” I smirk, and hand him the container.
“Why, Miss Sookie, are you trying to get me drunk again?” he smirks back before popping the lid.
I scoff in offense and say, “Of course not! I’m looking for a research partner. You’re free to say no at any time.”
“Then it’s a good thing I like to be helpful,” he says and pops a strawberry in his mouth. Strawberry vodka dribbles down his chin. “Can I get a little help with this?” he asks, pointing at his chin.
“Yep, wait right there.” I know he wants me to lick the juice off of him but if I do that, that’s all we’ll end up doing for the rest of the night. So instead I go to the kitchen to get a paper towel. What I don’t plan on is Eric following me.
As I reach for the paper towels Eric cages me in against the counter. He dips his head down and runs his nose along my neck just before I feel him rub the juice off of his chin onto my neck.
“Thanks,” he tells me in a smooth, sexy, baritone before backing off.
Since it seems neither of us can help ourselves I reply, “Now I’m all sticky and wet.”
“Mmhmm,” he agrees. His eyes are tracing my body and he looks like he’s ready to eat me alive.
Which makes me sticky and wet in other places.
“I should probably wash this off,” I say quietly but don’t move.
“Yes, you should,” he agrees as he closes the distance between us. He moves his head into the same spot and I feel his tongue drag up my neck. When he reaches my ear he begins to nibble and suck my earlobe and I feel his hands slide down to my ass. “You should grab a fork,” he whispers as he pulls me tight against his chest.
“For self-defense?” I snicker.
“Depends. Do I make you feel threatened?”
“Only in good ways,” I tell him with a little smile.
“I didn’t give you a proper hello,” he smiles back just before his lips brush against mine.
My insides tingle and the next thing I know my arms are wrapped around his neck, and his lips are pressed against mine. Eric lifts me up and sets me on the counter. The kiss quickly deepens and it feels like the rest of the world disappears. It’s been a long time since I’ve had this feeling and I like it. My legs wrap around his waist to keep him close and I don’t want the kiss to end. It’s perfect.
When it does I ask, “Is that how you greet everyone?”
“Nope, just the sweet girls with strawberry vodka on their necks,” he smiles and kisses my chin.
“We should probably get that movie started,” I suggest. I’ve seen it a few times. Dawn loves it but I’m rather indifferent to it.
I yelp when Eric picks me up and carries me to the couch. “Do you want me to put it in?” he asks as he sets me down.
I giggle at his choice of words. “That’s what she said.”
He looks at me for a moment before busting out in laughter. “I didn’t mean for that to come out so dirty.”
“You temporarily relocated my brain to the gutter,” I inform him. “And yes, by all means, put it in. Just be gentle.”
“Hmm, old machine, or barely used?” he asks, arching an eyebrow.
A small growl leaves his lips before he goes to insert the DVD. I have the remote in my hand when he joins me on the couch. He sits next to me, without touching me and throws his arm over the back of the couch. I reach for the strawberries and pluck one from the container since I have yet to taste one. My invention is a brilliant one, as it turns out, and Eric will be lucky if he gets another from me. Although knowing him, he’ll figure out a way to get a taste.
“I think this is probably the best idea I’ve had since I suggested we watch bad porn,” I say and then stuff another strawberry in my mouth.
“These are a great idea,” he says and attacks my lips. He pulls back after a moment and says, “Yep, fantastic plan.”
I gasp and say, “Oh my God! Eric! Imagine these with more berries soaked in cake flavored vodka.”
“Should I go to the store?”
“They need to soak for at least twenty-four hours, so maybe we’ll try that next weekend,” I suggest. I smile at him and say, “Or maybe we could make a bunch to take to Coachella with us.”
“We could,” he says and a huge grin spreads across his face.
“Does that mean you want to go with me?”
“I would very much like to go with you,” he tells me and leans over to kiss me again.
I grab another strawberry and trace his lips with it when the kiss breaks just so I can lick the juice off of him. He growls at me and somehow the container of strawberries ends up back on the coffee table while I end up under him on the couch.
Eric takes my hands in his and lifts them above my head. His hips are settled between my thighs, and his mouth is attached to my neck just below my chin.
“This feels so much better sober,” he whispers and flexes his hips so I feel his hard-on rub against my center.
I moan my agreement and turn my head while my hips move against his so we both get a little more friction. This is so much better than whatever is going on in the movie. I’m not usually the jump right into bed with a guy kind of girl, but at the moment I’m having a really hard time coming up with a reason not to do just that.
My hips thrust a little bit harder and my mouth finds hers again. She tastes like the vodka that trickled down her neck. When our tongues meet I shift so I’m holding both of her wrists in one hand and my free hand moves down her body. I stop at her tits and rub my thumb over her stiff nipple. Jesus, if I keep this up I’m going to cum all over the place.
“Is this okay?” I ask her. I didn’t think I was ready, but I haven’t thought about my ex in almost a week. Sookie is an excellent cure for a broken heart.
“Very,” she nods with a breathy voice.
“Good,” I growl.
My lips leave hers and I blaze a trail down her neck to her collarbone. The hand on her tits slides down to cover her mound. She’s getting very, very wet. I can feel the heat through her pants and if I rub a little more I know she’ll soak through the fabric.
“Still okay?” I ask when I begin to unzip her pants. I don’t know if I’m ready for sex, but I can certainly reciprocate for the blow job she gave me a few days ago.
“Mmhmm,” she hums and tries to lift her hips for me a little.
I sit up long enough to pull her pants off. They go flying across the room before I settle on top of her again.
“Where’s Dawn?” I don’t want her to come home and interrupt anything.
“Out of town. She won’t be back until next week,” she says.
“Perfect,” I growl again and dip down to suck her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. “Do I get to see if you have dimples on your chest today?” I ask as I move to her other nipple.
“If you sit up for a minute,” she replies.
I do as the lady tells me and sit up on my knees. Sookie sits up too and reaches behind herself to unhook her bra before she pulls off her top, taking her bra with it, and tossing all the material across the room so she’s left in just a pair of skimpy, purple panties.
“See? No dimples,” she says, but my eyes are fixed on her tits so I don’t know if she’s smiling or not.
I pull my shirt off and toss it across the room.
“Definitely no dimples,” I whisper without taking my eyes off of the unexplored real estate. “Those are… very, very nice… very nice.” I can’t really say anything else.
“Thank you,” she says, and lays back down again.
I shift to hover over her. “May I?” I ask, finally looking up at her gorgeous face. I want to bury my face in her tits, but I’ll be a good boy and wait for the green light, even though I’m sure at this point we aren’t stopping for anything.
“Do your worst,” she says.
My mouth is watering when I dip my head and take her bare nipple between my lips. I want to stop and tell her how good she tastes, or how amazing her nipples feel on my tongue, but I continue to suck and lick with nothing more than soft growls. I take my time with one before switching sides and giving her left nipple the same attention. Her hips are gently thrusting below me, rubbing her heated core all over my stomach. I grab both of her tits and rub my face on them, tickling her with my scruff before I start placing soft, wet kisses on her stomach.
“Say the word and I’ll stop,” I breathe just above her belly button. She even has a sexy belly button. Fuck.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” she pants.
“Mmm, there you go with that word,” I smirk against her skin.
I keep kissing lower and lower until I’m just above her panties. I take it upon myself to kiss along her lower abdomen from hip to hip. When I’m back in my starting point I look up her body so I can see her eyes. My head moves lower until I can feel her lips against mine through the thin barrier. I place my hands high on her inner thighs and push her legs back, opening her nice and wide.
“Is this where you want me to kiss?” I ask and dip my head to kiss her lower lips again.
“Yes,” Sookie gasps and her hips shift just a little.
I lick the length of her slit over her panties, making her moan. I’ve felt her, and I know how wet she is, but I’m ready to see her. I sit up again, making her groan with frustration. I hook her panties and drag them down her legs. My eyes lock onto her glistening folds and my cock is suddenly harder than its ever been.
“You have a very nice pussy, Sookie,” I tell her and I trace her lips with the tip of my finger.
I drag down her slit until I find her opening. I look up into her eyes again, she’s panting when I begin to work one long, thick finger inside of her. I can’t wait anymore so as I pump my finger in and out of her I bend down and lick around my finger, up to her clit. The sound coming from her lips is one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard.
That is until I suck her clit.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” she moans loudly and her hips rise off the couch. Her fingers find their way into my hair and grab onto it gently while I tease her.
I watch her face and I begin to work a second finger into her tight channel. I pull back and flick my eyes down so I can watch my fingers stretch her. I twist and scissor them, holding her open as I move down to lick inside her core.
“You taste like honey,” I groan and move back to her clit. As I suck I start working a third finger into her pussy. She’s very tight, and I have an above average cock so I need her ready if I’m going to fuck her.
“Oh… fu…” her grasp on my hair tightens and her body trembles just a little.
I keep working her clit and I feel her walls flutter around my fingers. A strangled gasp leaves her mouth and her hips jerk. She’s cumming hard on me, and I love it. I continue to suck through her orgasm, wiggling my fingers against her g-spot. I can keep going all night, but Sookie starts pushing my head away.
“Need… need a break,” she stammers.
“As you wish,” I smirk and pump my fingers a couple times before pulling them out of her. I kiss her swollen nub before I sit up. I’m still watching her face as I suck my fingers clean.
Once they’re sufficiently clean I rest my hand on her belly. “You alright down there?” I chuckle as I rub light circles. By her orgasm and the way her body trembles with the aftershocks I suspect Quinn either never ate her pussy, or he was shit at it.
“Uh huh,” she mumbles and her eyes close.
As hard as I am if she needs a nap I wouldn’t mind. I still have my pants on for a reason. I don’t want her to think I assume I get to fuck her because we went on a couple dates and she gave me some fucking amazing head. So I keep rubbing and watching. Her nipples are still tight and her pussy is dripping cum down to the couch.
“You’re making a mess, Sweetcheeks,” I whisper and drag my finger along her slit.
She smiles and says, “That’s your fault.”
“Would you like me to clean you up?” I ask, knowing if I start going down on her again it’ll only get messier.
Her eyes open and she rolls off the couch. Sookie starts to walk away from me and she looks over her shoulder when she says, “No, I want you to follow me.”
I’m off the couch in the blink of an eye then I’m right behind her. “Lead the way,” I grin and she takes my hand.
Sookie leads me to her bedroom and says, “Lucky for you, my ex was a tall one too.”
Lucky for me her ex is an idiot and let her go.