Chapter 21



I don’t know what came over me, although I’m sure the Jameson Lafayette was pouring down my throat had something to do with it. The second I saw Isabel at the club, I wanted her. I also knew that Eric wouldn’t mind having a little friend to play with. I know he got seriously turned on watching me with Isabel and he’s dropped hints about how sexy it was that I dominated her. Mostly, I think he’s not terribly comfortable doing it so he doesn’t mind that I’ll take that role.

When we get to my bedroom I lie back on my bed and motion for Isabel to come up with me. When I asked her what she was into, the list was long. Mostly, she said she liked being used and treated like a dirty little whore. If that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get. I don’t mind it since we don’t do this all the time. I couldn’t really. Like I’ve said before, it’s fun to play and do different things, but if I never fucked another girl ever again, I’d be just fine. I don’t need this in order to enjoy sex with my boyfriend.

“I want your face in my cunt and I don’t want to see your mouth until I’ve cum twice,” I tell her.

“Yes, ma’am,” she answers.

“Good, now get to work.” I shove her head down and hear Eric growl at the foot of the bed.

“Do you know how fuckin’ hot you look right now, Sookie,” he says. His eyes are trained on Isabel’s mouth on my pussy. He’s sitting on his knees, slowly stroking his cock.

Her tongue is flicking quickly over my clit and it feels really fucking good.

“Mmm… I can see it’s getting you hard again,” I moan as two of Isabel’s fingers slide into me.

“Very fuckin’ hard,” he breathes.

“Do you want to fuck her?” I ask. I’m fairly certain he does.

“If you’ll let me,” he nods.

“You know where the condoms are.” I moan loudly when Isabel sucks on my clit and her fingers curl, trying to coax an orgasm from me.

Eric gets up from the bed to get the whole fuckin’ box of condoms. When he gets back to the bed he rolls one on and settles between her thighs. He pushes them farther apart so she’s almost lying on the bed before he drags his head through her folds, making her moan against my pussy. As he slides in he hovers over her, settling on his hands and starts to thrust so fucking hard he’s pushing her up the bed.

“Fuck, did you see how fuckin’ wet she is? This is a smooth fuckin’ ride,” he groans.

“She came once before you arrived,” I tell him. “Mmmm… fuck! Right there!” My walls clench around her fingers and her tongue keeps flicking against my clit.

Eric leans down on top of her and starts to whisper in her ear, making her moan louder with each hard thrust. When he locks his arm again he rests one hand on the back of her head, making sure she doesn’t move.

“Suck on my pretty girl,” he grunts at Isabel.

“Oh she is,” I pant. She’s doing a very good job. I’m sure it’s not easy concentrating with Eric pounding her like he is. Mmm… I want him so bad.

He locks his eyes on mine and sits up on his knees. He grips Isabel’s ass and starts to slam into her cunt, over and over, making her let out a sweet, raspy moan. She pumps her fingers faster and her tongue moves in quick circles around my swollen nub, trying to get me to cum again for her.

“Is she cumming for you?” I ask Eric when Isabel moans loudly and I feel her tense up.

“Mmm, very fuckin’ hard,” he answers and smacks her ass before he pulls out.

“Get on your back, Isabel,” I order.

She moves quickly after pulling her fingers out of my pussy. I move her legs toward the edge of the bed and tell her to scoot down a little. I straddle her head so she can resume eating my pussy.

“Now you can fuck her and play with my tits at the same time,” I wink at Eric. Those long arms are about to come in really fucking handy.

He smiles and asks, “Does she want me to take her in the ass?”

“Do you want his big cock in your ass, whore?” I ask her.

“Please, Ma’am,” she hums and latches onto my clit.

He reaches over to grab the lube and stroke some on his cock before he slams into her ass, making her cry out.

“Mmm, what a tight little hole,” he groans and leans forward to grab my tits and start sucking my nipples.

“Fuck, that’s good, baby,” I purr. I reach down and pull Isabel’s legs back to give him better access to her. I feel her tongue flick over my rear hole and it makes me shiver. Her tongue stiffens and begins to plunge in and out of my pussy while her fingers work my clit. “Yesyesyesyes! Fuuuuck!” I cry out when I cum the second time.

“So fuckin’ sexy, baby,” Eric purrs. “Do you want my dick?”

“Mmm… always,” I moan.

“Eat her pussy,” he directs me as he pulls out of Isabel. He pulls the condom off and finds a new one to roll on.

Eric gets back on the bed behind me so Isabel is going to get the perfect view of Eric sliding in and out of me.

“As a matter of fact, eat each other.” I jump when I feel the cold lube hit my rear hole. “You ready for this?”

“Fuck yes,” I moan. I know it’s going to be tight at first but the dildo felt fucking good. His cock is going to feel even fucking better.

He runs his head up and down my folds, pausing to let Isabel suck his tip and then he nudges my back entrance. He doesn’t try to work his way in, he just drives his head in hard, making me cry out in surprise, and then he continues slowly.

“Isabel, keep licking her clit,” he says softly as he pushes in deeper before slowly sliding out and repeating.

“Jesus, fuck, your cock is so fucking big,” I breathe. I can’t even think about Isabel’s pussy right now.

“That’s why I started you with the dildo,” he informs me. He pushes in deeper and deeper with each thrust, but never going too deep. “Tell me when you want it faster.”

It takes a few minutes to adjust to the feeling of it and Eric generously adds more lube when I ask for it. Before I know it, I feel like I’m on the verge of an orgasm. Between his cock and Isabel sucking my clit, I’m dangerously close to being on overload.

“Fuck, faster,” I moan. “I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard.”

“Good girl,” he breathes. His hips speed up and he gives me a hard swat on my left cheek. “Give it to me, Sookie… Fuck… Cum…”

I do. Hard. So hard that everything around me goes dark for a few seconds. It’s hard to breathe or control my body in any capacity. It feels like everything short circuits. I don’t know if it’s Eric, Isabel, the booze or all of it creating the perfect storm, but it blows all of my fuses and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m done for the night.

When I can see again Eric is sitting on the edge of the bed next to me with Isabel riding his cock. He has his eyes on me and Isabel has her head dropped back while she bounces hard.

“We’re waiting on you to tell us to cum,” he informs me.

“Mmm… cum,” I whisper and close my eyes again. This is definitely the alcohol getting to me now. I tell my eyes to open but they aren’t listening to me. It’s lights out for Sookie.



The funny thing about Jameson is that even though it has the ability to turn out my lights, I never have a hangover because of it, no matter how much I drink. It’s like sleep magically cleanses it from my system or something. When I wake up I’m curled into Eric’s side and when I stretch my limbs out I don’t feel anyone else in my bed with us. Good, he sent Isabel home. I wouldn’t want her sleeping over. A little fun is fine, but then she’s gotta go.

I feel Eric’s fingertips grazing over my shoulder blade and I look up to see he’s already awake.

“Mmm… morning,” I purr and move my leg to rest over his.

“Morning,” he smiles and dips to kiss my neck.

“So you liked your surprise last night then,” I smile and tickle his ribs.

“You could say that,” he grins.

“Sorry we started without you.”

“That’s fine. As long as you don’t start with a guy without me, I’m fine.”

“Ditto,” I giggle.

“Don’t worry, you’ll never catch me stating with a guy. Ever,” he chuckles.

“Even your boyfriend with the manliner?”

“Especially not with that one.”

I roll onto my back and stretch.

“How long was Isabel here after Jameson turned out my lights?” I ask him.

“She left after we came that one time. I called her a cab,” he informs me. “I didn’t feel right continuing once you were out.”

“Sorry I passed out like that. I didn’t plan to but the liquor and then that orgasm… yeah…”




“You came pretty fuckin’ hard,” he tells me.

“I know. I was there,” I smirk.

“How you feeling now?” he asks, drawing circles along my chest until he reaches my nipple and plucks lightly.

“Pretty fucking good, to be honest,” I reply as my nipples harden for him. “No hangover or anything.”

“Good. I made coffee if you want some,” he whispers and ducks down to suckle my nipple.

“Maybe in a little while.” I run my fingers through his hair. “I’m pretty comfortable right here.”

“Mmm, okay,” he hums and moves to my other nipple.

For a few minutes I lie there, petting his hair while he moves back and forth from one nipple to the other, licking, suckling and teasing me until I have to reach down to rub my clit with my free hand.

“You’re making me so wet, baby,” I murmur and reach up to paint my nipple with my honey for him.

“Mmm, and you taste so good,” he groans.

“Want more? There’s plenty.”

“Uh huh,” he nods.

I reach down again and this time I guide my wet finger to his lips to paint them instead. He locks his eyes onto mine and sucks my finger, swirling his tongue around it.



“I want it all,” he whispers.

I push him onto his back and then move into position, straddling his chest so my knees are practically in his armpits.

“Will this do?” I ask.

“Nope. I need you closer,” he says and rubs my clit with his thumb.

I move my legs so I’m straddling his head.

“How about now?”

“Perfect.” He tilts his head up and drags his tongue through my folds.

Eric runs his tongue up and down my slit, pausing to lap at my opening.

“Mmm… too bad I didn’t face the other way so I could suck your cock at the same time.”

“Nope, this is exactly how I want you.” He wraps his arms around my thighs and spreads my lips. He looks up the length of my body and starts to suck on my clit. The tip of his tongue flicks over my swollen bud, groaning against my pussy.

My hips rock against his mouth and my head falls back. “That’s perfect, Eric,” I tell him.

“Mmhmm,” Eric hums. He reaches up to guide my hands to my tits. One of his hands slips under my body and he works three fingers into my pussy. He continues to pump slowly while his tongue works my clit.

“Ohhhh… fuuuck,” I moan. My back arches when I tug on my nipples and I look down to see him looking up at me. His fingers curl just right and I cry out. “Right there, baby, right there,” I pant.

He hums around my clit. Eric’s fingers rub faster. I feel his pinky finger tickle my rear entrance a moment before he slides it into my ass. I don’t know why that turns me on as much as it does, but I regret not knowing it sooner. My walls grip his fingers and my lips part in a silent scream. Fuck, he’s so good at this.

“Mmm,” he moans. Eric removes his fingers and licks up my honey before he helps me off of his face. “Coffee?”

“Uh huh,” I nod and fall back on my bed. “You’re going to kill me one of these days.”

“As long as you’re happy when you go,” he smiles as he gets up from the bed. He adjusts his cock in his sweats on the way out of the room to get my coffee.

When I look over to the window I see that it’s snowing outside. Man, am I glad I don’t have to leave the house today. I roll over to get my phone so I can text Jason to see if he got home okay, but I don’t see it there. Eric’s phone, on the other hand, is lying on the other nightstand so I roll over that way to grab it. I know he’s got Jason’s number so I don’t think anything of using it.

Me: It’s Sookie. Phone’s dead so I’m using Eric’s. You get home okay?

His phone is different than mine so it takes me a minute to figure out how to get out of the texting screen. When I do, I tap the gallery button on his home screen and my eyes go wide when I see pussy pictures. Out of sheer curiosity, I tap one and my cheeks flame when I recognize his hand, not to mention other parts, near another woman’s pussy.

What. The. Fuck?

Eric walks in a second later with my coffee and pauses at the door.

“Sook? Are you okay?” he asks with concern.

“Who the fuck is this?” I turn the phone around. “And before accuse me of snooping I used your phone to text Jason to make sure he got home okay.”

“Fuck,” he sighs and drops his head back. “That’s fuckin’ Caitlyn. Those were from befor–”

“I don’t give a fuck when they’re from!” I throw his phone down and get off the bed to go to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind me. What the actual fuck is he thinking?

Eric knocks on the door, “Sookie, come on. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to hear it!” I yank the door open again and stare up at him. “After the last conversation we had I thought it was pretty clear how I felt about this. Apparently, that’s not the case. You can go home. Now.”

“I haven’t looked in my gallery for months, Sookie. I didn’t think about those,” he tells me.

“You have pictures of some girl’s pussy with your cum dripping out of it and you mean to tell me that you just ‘forgot’ you had pictures of it? Bullshit! I don’t believe that for a fucking second!”




“Delete them; I don’t give a flying fuck. I don’t look at them. No, I didn’t forget they were there, I just didn’t think about them.”

“You don’t get it at all, do you?” I shake my head. “Just go, Eric.”

“What if I don’t? Walking away isn’t the way to deal with a fuckin’ argument,” he growls.

“Says the divorced guy,” I reply.

“Yeah, and I learned my fuckin’ lesson from that. If you fuckin’ love something, you don’t walk away,” he tells me.

“Oh you love me now? How fucking convenient! You know, your timing really fucking sucks!” I slam the door in his face again. If he means it, it’s shitty timing. If he doesn’t, he’s an asshole for trying to use it as leverage. Either way, I don’t want to look at him right now.

I stay in my bathroom until my stomach rumbling gets the better of me and I have to leave to go get something to eat. Eric’s sitting on my bed, phone in hand. I walk right past him, ignoring him when he calls my name. I’m not speaking to him right now. If I do, I’m going to say things I’ll regret later and since he won’t leave, this is what he gets.





It’s not just the pictures that bother me; it’s the fact that we’ve already had this argument. Maybe he hasn’t looked at them but you’d think that after the first fight we had about this, he would go through his phone and delete the pictures. Sure, he could email them to himself and keep them saved somewhere else. What bothers me is that if they’re on his phone, they’re with him all the fucking time. Anytime he wants he can whip his phone out and boom, instant pussy.

Then on top of that, I don’t think I’m being that unreasonable by asking him to delete them. I am certain that if I had pictures of Trey’s dick or of him fucking me on my phone that Eric wouldn’t be okay with that. I’m certain he would be damn mad about it and demand that I get rid of them, and he would have a right to. It’s just sleazy and disrespectful to me if he keeps them.

I start pulling oatmeal out of the cabinet, along with brown sugar, chopped walnuts and raisins to make myself breakfast. I’m measuring things when Eric comes into the kitchen.

“I’m not speaking to you right now. You won’t leave so you’re getting the silent treatment. Fucking deal with it,” I tell him without looking up.

“That’s fine. The pictures are gone,” he informs me. “I should’ve deleted them a long time ago and when we got in the last argument about it I didn’t think it was a good time to start flipping through naked pictures of another girl. After that I just didn’t think about it. Was it stupid, yes, did I go in and look at them… ever, no. It’s been months since I looked at them. I should’ve done it when we started dating, but I’m a fuckin’ idiot and I didn’t. I get it, I would be fuckin’ livid if I found pictures of you and another guy. It would make me sick to my fuckin’ stomach. As for the loving you, that’s the absolute truth.”

I put my bowl in the microwave and slam the door before pushing the buttons to start it cooking. I turn and stare at Eric with my arms folded over my chest.

“You know, it’s funny. The first time this happened, I believed you. I believed that you didn’t know Caitlyn was going to contact you and you had no control over what she sent you. This time? This time it’s different. You knew those pictures were there and you didn’t delete them. Whether you were stupid or whether you’ve looked at them every single day since you took them, it doesn’t matter to me. I’ve done things for you to make you happy, things that I’m not particularly fond of because sometimes you do stuff like that in relationships. All I’ve ever asked you to do is delete that stuff and what did you do? Nothing. So thanks, but no thanks.” I turn back to the microwave and wipe tears off my cheeks.

Fucking asshole.

“I’m sorry, Sookie. That’s all I can say. I fucked up; I accept responsibility for my idiocy. The pictures are gone,” he sighs.

I don’t respond to him. When my oatmeal is done, I add a little butter and some brown sugar to it. I leave Eric standing in the kitchen and go upstairs. If he follows me, so help me God, I’m going to scream. I really wish he would just go home. I don’t particularly want him here and I shouldn’t be feeling like I have to hide out in my own house to get away from him.

I take my time eating and when I get downstairs, he’s sitting on the couch.

“I want you to leave,” I tell him. “This is my house and I don’t want you in it right now. Please go.”

He gets up and goes to the stairs, taking them two at a time. When he comes back down he’s fully dressed with his keys and phone in hand. Eric doesn’t even look at me when he walks out the front door. I’ll call him when I’m ready. In the meantime, I take my dirty dish to the kitchen and then head to the master bathroom to start my tub.



14 thoughts on “Chapter 21

  1. Wow! Bad situation. I don’t think Eric meant to throw the I love you out like that. I would be pissed too if I found those pics, but at some pint Sookie has to stop running. Can’t wait for next update


  2. They both have a point. Eric makes a valid point though about staying, but he’s also dealing with an infuriated woman in HER home who’s demanding that he leave. You’ve got to know when to back off & retreat. There is nothing fair in love & war.

    On another note, while it’s hot & they’re both into it, to me all of the morning furiousness from Sookie and the pics on Eric’s phone, just all of it really, smacks of hypocrisy given the activities of the night before. Perhaps I’m having a WTF moment, but all of that play and then the morning makes for forgotten, though no less innocent, pictures on a phone wrong? After watching Eric have sex with another woman the night before? This is a paradox. Why is one so wrong, but the other is fine? I don’t care if Sookie initiated things and was a willing partner; I know she was. She looked at Eric’s phone. He admitted knowing they were there but never even thinking about them. I get this; men do these things and they do them often. Intangible pictures vs. tangible fucking in the presence of one another? A paradox.


  3. Oh dear… such a shame Eric had to be forgetful about those pics after he was pretty decent re: the threesome etiquette… I liked that he tried to apologise but Sookie was too mad to hear much… Not that she didn’t have a point but if Eric had really wanted to ‘cheat’ he could have hidden the pics elsewhere (as she herself notes…) or indeed done things on the side. Not that it is an excuse but it seems more careless than anything else… But perhaps a good thing for Sookie to set her parameters of what she considers acceptable now early in the relationship as this Eric seems to require a bit of ‘training’… In spite of the bad timing, I liked Eric’s realisation of his feelings for her…


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