I find myself in a familiar place, crying against the back of my front door. I did the breaking up this time but it still hurts. It was actually more of a mutual thing. Jake is a great guy, but we fizzled out fairly quickly. I guess he would be my rebound. I don’t know if I expected it to last with him or not. The four months it lasted was probably six weeks too long.
I get up from my seat on the floor and make the same trek I made the last time I saw Eric. I go to my bathroom, wash my face and look at my puffy eyes. I steel myself and decide to suck it up this time. I didn’t love Jake. I’m a big girl. I’m going out. I can call Tara and see if she wants to meet me at the bar.
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I guess plans don’t always pan out. I’m sitting at the end of the bar in Puzzles looking down at my phone. Tara flaked last second and I was already here, so I stayed.
I’ve had three beers and an oatmeal cookie shot… or two. What I’m trying to say is I have a good buzz going on. I take a look around and notice the crowd is starting to thin out and I’m too drunk to drive.
I do the one thing I swore I would never do again. I call Eric.
“Pretty girl,” he purrs.
“Don’t give me that shit,” I drunkenly giggle. “What are you doing?”
“Watching a movie. I’d ask what you’re doing but I can hear the oatmeal cookies in your voice,” he replies.
“Maaaaybe,” I grin. “Can you pause your movie and give me a ride home?” I ask. I know I could’ve called any number of people, but it’s Eric I want to see tonight.
“Does this mean you changed your mind about never wanting to see me again, or should I wear a bag over my head?”
“Make sure to remember to cut the eye holes this time,” I laugh. Ugh. I swear I didn’t have that much to drink. I am sipping on another beer.
“Are you at Puzzles?”
“Yes, sir,” I answer.
“I’ll be there in ten. Order me a jack and Coke,” he says.
“Will do.” I hang up on him and raise my hand to call the bartender over. I order his drink and one more oatmeal cookie for myself.
I’m shooting my shot back when I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. I look up to see Eric standing behind me. Mmm. He looks tasty.
“Hi,” I smile up at him.
“Hello.” He takes the stool next to me.
“Your drink,” I offer and slide it toward him.
“Thank you.” He takes a sip. “So… how’ve you been, pretty girl?”
“Does it matter? I’m feeling fantastic right now,” I tell him enthusiastically.
“I’m guess three beers and hmmm… five shots are to thank for that.”
“Only three shots and this is beer four,” I wink. Yep. I’m drunk.
“I was close,” he shrugs. “So why didn’t you call the boyfriend to come and get you?”
“Mmm, we went our separate ways,” I admit. “And I ran across your number when I was going to call a cab.” That’s a lie. I deleted Eric’s number months ago. It’s the one number I actually know.
“Sorry about the boyfriend,” he says.
I look at him, giving him a soft smile and say, “No you’re not.”
“Sure I am. You should be happy. I didn’t make you happy so someone should.”
“As it turns out, he didn’t make me happy either. And that’s a lie; you did make me happy most of the time. You just turned into a shit at the end,” I remind him.
Eric takes a drink and says, “I’m guessing you didn’t call me to rehash our epic downfall.”
“No, sir. I just need a ride home.”
“I’ll give you a ride,” he nods. He finishes off his drink in two gulps. “Whenever you’re ready, pretty girl.”
I finish my beer, order a bottle of water, and pay my tab.
“Let’s go,” I tell him as I stand up.
“Careful, killer.” Eric steadies me when I sway a bit.
“I’m good,” I nod. I still thread my arm through his to stay up as we walk out.
When we get to his car he opens the passenger door for me and I plop down in my seat. I click on my seatbelt and wait.
“Baby, your tits look edible in that top,” Eric tells me once he’s behind the wheel. He starts his old Mustang and it roars to life.
“Really?” I look down and poke my cleavage, making my boobs bounce back. “I don’t know about edible, but they’re fun to play with,” I giggle.
“I remember. They fit perfectly in my hands.” He backs out of his parking spot. “Then again, a lot of our parts fit together perfectly.”
“Mmm, like what parts?” I ask as I drop my head against the back of the seat to look over at him.
“Those perfect lips of yours, for starters,” he says as he reaches up to brush his thumb over my bottom lip.
I suck his thumb like it’s his cock, making him groan. “Where do they fit?” I ask once I release it.
“Here.” He puts my hand on his growing erection.
“Mmm, I do remember that,” I purr. “What else of mine fits here so perfectly?” I give his dick a soft squeeze.
“Your tight little pussy,” he purrs. “I bet you’re getting wet for me right now.”
I reach down to unbutton my jeans and slide my hand down the front of them.
“Oooh, I am,” I moan as I play with my clit.
This was not the plan when I called him, but what the hell?
“I fit in that tight little ass, too,” he reminds me.
“That’s a really, really tight fit,” I recall.
“Indeed it is, but if I remember right, you don’t seem to mind it with three of my fingers stroking your cunt,” he says in his raspy sex voice.
Yet he gave me up for Dawn… I keep that comment to myself.
Instead, I pull my finger away from my pussy and offer him the wet digit, painting his bottom lip with my honey.
“Mmm,” he groans when he licks it up. Eric reaches into my panties and begins rubbing my clit in slow circles. “My tongue fits there too.”
“Ahhh,” I cry out and spread my legs wider. I think Jake was scared of my pussy. We fucked a handful of times, but it was always so vanilla. “What would you like to fit into me first?”
Eric answers that by sliding a thick finger into my pussy to pump it in and out slowly.
“I need you to shift for me, pretty girl,” he tells me.
I do as he asks and rest my hand on the gear shift. We’ve done this more times than I can count.
“God, that feel so good,” I groan and my eyes drift closed.
“Do you want more?” His thumb rubs my clit.
“Uh huh,” I nod.
“Shift,” he whispers and slips a second finger inside me.
“Mmm,” I moan and shift the car into third gear. I know I should not be doing this. I know Eric is all bad for me. I know I’m going to kick myself in the morning… Fuck, his fingers feel amazing.
“I’m so fuckin’ hard for you right now, baby,” he tells me.
“Mmm, I can’t wait to feel you sliding in and out of my warm, wet cunt,” I breathe. I’m definitely drunk if I’m talking dirty.
His fingers curl expertly to rub my sweet spot and his strokes speed up.
“Are you going to cum for me, pretty girl?” he purrs.
“I… might…” I pant. I’m going to cum so fucking hard.
“Imagine it’s my cock pounding you hard and deep, just the way you like it,” he says.
My ovaries begin to tingle; my walls start to flutter just before I melt into the seat.
“Oh, fuck…” I breathe.
“Good girl. Put us in park, Sookie,” he coaxes as he continues to stroke me through my orgasm.
I put the car in neutral and look over at him. “Can you feel my pussy dripping for you?” I ask Eric.
“I want it dripping on my tongue,” he tells me.
“What’s stopping you?”
“I love watching you cum, and I found your easy button,” he smirks.
“You can press it as many times as you want to tonight,” I tell him.
Eric leans over and kisses me hard while his fingers begin moving quickly again to pull another orgasm from me. I whimper softly against his lips as my body trembles. One thing I can say is Eric has never once let me down in the orgasm department.
“Take me to bed,” I whisper into the kiss as I try to calm down.
He pulls his fingers from me and looks me in my eyes while he licks them clean.
“You taste like heaven, pretty girl,” he whispers.
“Mmm, good some things never change,” I smirk and open the car door to get out.
Eric follows me up to the house and rubs himself against me while I fiddle with the locks. His lips on my neck aren’t helping me at all.
“Sookie,” he whispers, “I’ve missed you so fuckin’ much.”
“You’ve missed my pussy,” I snort as I finally get the door open.
“I missed all of you,” he corrects me and brushes his lips over the spot that gives me chills.
“Can we talk about that some other time?” I whisper. I pull away from Eric and kick off my shoes. As I stumble to my room, with Eric hot on my heels, I manage to lose my shirt, my bra and fall onto the bed as I pull my pants off. “Help?” I giggle, kicking my legs.
Eric pulls them off with one good tug and then rips my panties off. “Much better,” he says as he drops to his knees and buries his face between my thighs.
I hook my legs over his shoulders and grab onto his hair. The second his tongue hits my slit I let out a low, raspy moan. God, I’ve missed this. Does that mean I’m going to take him back when he asks me to work it out, I don’t know. I know we have a lot more to work out than sex, though.
“Fuck, I missed your fuckin’ tongue,” I pant when he starts lapping at my opening. Since I’ve already had two orgasms I’m soaking wet.
Eric merely growls and thrusts his tongue into me. His thumb moves to my clit while his tongue flicks, licking up my honey. My heels dig into his back and I pull my hips up as I push his head down. I know I’m drunk when I get this demanding. I’ve always been the more submissive one in bed.
“Don’t stop…” I pant, tugging his hair harder. Part of me feels like I’m using him. I know he’s used me to get off on in the past so I don’t feel that bad about it.
His thumb and tongue move faster. The growls and grunts coming from him are so fuckin’ sexy. When my walls start to flutter he changes things up, moving his talented tongue to my clit and his fingers to my core, thrusting two of them into me to stroke my sweet spot quickly.
“Oh god… Oh… Oh…” My back arches and my nipples tighten as I roll my hips against his mouth and hand. “Make me cum for you, Eric; I’m so fuckin’ close…”
His lips close around my swollen nub and he flicks his tongue fast, humming just right.
“Eric!” I shout when my orgasm rocks my body. I pull his hair to get him to move. He lifts his head, but his fingers keep moving. “Fuck… Fuck me, Eric.”
He gets up off his knees and reluctantly removes his fingers from my pussy. He pulls off his plain white t-shirt and then gets rid of his jeans. He’s solid as a rock and rubs his thick head up and down my slit, teasing my clit.
“Mmm… you’re so wet, pretty girl.” He moves to my opening and thrusts all the way in, filling me perfectly.
“Oh my God,” I groan. My eyes close and I reach up to grab his arms. I almost forgot how big he is. “Tell me what you want, Eric,” I tell him when I open my eyes again.
“I want you to wrap your arms and legs around me,” he says as his hands cup my backside.
I do as I’m told, lifting my head to suck his neck as soon as I’m close enough. Eric growls and lifts me off the bed. He holds me up as his hips begin to move at a fast pace.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” he pants and gives me a little slap on my ass.
“How good, Eric?” I breathe. “Is this the only pussy you ever want to be inside of? Hmm?”
“Yes,” he groans. “Fuck yes.”
I don’t know if I can make that happen, but I needed to hear him say it. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and shift my feet to help me rise and fall faster. My ass is slapping against his thighs, making me groan each time I take him inside of me. I grab his hair and pull his head back so I can lick his lips, tasting myself on him.
“Is this pussy the only one you ever want to lick again?” I ask, “Slide your thick fingers into?”
Eric presses me against the wall and stills deep inside me. His eyes lock on mine and he says, “You’re the only one I can’t let go of, Sookie. I’m shit without you.”
I brush his hair back as I look at his handsome face. “We’ll talk about this when I’m sober,” I whisper.
He kisses me hard and his hips start moving again, pounding into me hard and deep. I dig my nails into his back, thrusting my tits forward into his chest. I start moaning louder when Eric shifts and his cock starts sliding against my sweet spot.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” I chant. “Make me cum, Eric…”
He presses me harder against the wall and his lips dip down to my neck. He nibbles and kisses his way to my ear. “You’re all I need, pretty girl. I loved you the minute I saw you,” he whispers to me and swivels his hips.
That might’ve been the wrong thing to say because the tears instantly form and start to fall. “Then why–” I’m cut off when my orgasm takes over. “Oh, fuck!” I shout as my walls grip his length hard.
Eric growls and staggers back to my bed. He falls back with me on top of him and keeps thrusting into me through my orgasm.
“Pretty girl, I’m gonna cum,” he warns. “Where do you want it?”
“In me. I want to feel it,” I pant into his neck.
His grip on my ass tightens and his hips move erratically. I feel him swell right before he releases with a deep groan, grinding himself against me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” he whispers and kisses my head.
I don’t reply. I settle on top of him and I nuzzle my head into his chest. The sound of his heart beating lulls me into a deep sleep.
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When I wake up the house is almost too quiet. I can still smell Eric on my sheets and my inner thighs are sticky from what must have been ridiculously good sex. Every time I had sex with Eric was ridiculously good. I get up to go pee and realize he’s nowhere to be found. For some reason I’m not surprised. It’s a good thing he’s not here. I don’t want to have the conversation he keeps telling me he wants.
I honestly shouldn’t have called him. It’s better this way. I don’t need Eric Northman in my life. I need to be on my own. All he’d do is make a bunch of empty promises. That’s something I could live without.