After a quick shower just to freshen up, I wrap myself in a towel and go back to the bedroom to comb my hair while we wait for the food to be delivered. Eric follows behind me with a towel around his hips. He turns on the TV while I check my bag for my comb.
“So what kind of stuff do you usually watch?” I ask after locating my comb. Eric is channel surfing. “Or are you looking for porn?”
I sit on the end of the bed and Eric scoots up behind me and starts rubbing my shoulders while I detangle my hair. His hands feel good on me in any capacity, I’ve discovered.
“Oh you know, 700 Club, Bill O’Reilly, Sean Hannity… and Family Guy,” he says and I look back at him in disbelief. “I’m kidding.”
“Good. If you weren’t I’d have to reconsider if I picked the right Northman.”
There’s a knock at the door that I assume is room service.
“Lucky for you the food is here or we’d be starting your birthday spanking early,” Eric says and kisses my shoulder before getting up to get the food.
I get off the bed and grab his shirt off the floor. When he comes back I’m buttoning it, but not much. Just enough to keep it on.
“You look good in my clothes,” he says to me.
“Thank you,” I smile and stop buttoning.
We sort out what’s what and I take my plate back to the bed where I sit Indian style to eat.
“Why don’t you check out in the morning and stay with me?” he suggests when he comes to sit across from me.
“I can do that.”
I start to twirl my pasta but then start over because there’s too much on my fork.
“I have to go to Alyssa’s dance tomorrow and we have a family dinner for the twins’ birthday on Friday. Aude will be there though, so taking you with me probably won’t work. If you don’t mind hanging out at the house alone.”
“I understand. I don’t think I’m ready to meet the other kids yet either,” I tell him. Never mind meeting his soon-to-be-ex-wife. “And I can go sightseeing while you’re busy.”
“I just hate that I won’t get to show you everything. The good news is, I can work from home,” he wiggles his eyebrows. Clearly he’s happy gets mid-day sex if he feels like it. Which he will.
“So you want to see how many other sexual acts you can perform while on a business call?”
“Hell yeah,” he chuckles. “You make me feel like a teenager, and I didn’t even feel like this when I was one. I honestly have no idea how I got Aude to sleep with me. Levi happened on our first time. I was pretty much ruined from then on.”
“Super sperm much?” I raise an eyebrow. It’s kind of crazy to think that when I was eighteen all of his kids had already been born. Hell, Levi was a teenager already.
“Aude was against birth control. I had a vasectomy behind her back right before Alyssa was born. She still has no idea,” he admits.
“Wow. I mean I don’t blame you, but still…” It’s too soon to really talk about it, but I do want kids someday. This could be a problem.
“I know, but when I did it I thought I’d be with her forever and I couldn’t handle anymore. It seemed like every time one got out of diapers another one popped out. Two in the twins’ case,” he pauses when he sees the look on my face. “You know they’re reverseable, right?”
“I’ve heard that. And you don’t need to defend yourself. Honestly, I might have done the same thing if I was you,” I admit.
“I love my kids, but can you imagine a decade of terrible two’s? They’re shits at that age, and they don’t always grow out of it. Fourteen year old boys are assholes.”
“I’m guessing you have one?” I smile and take a bite of my pasta. I don’t care how bad it is for me, chicken alfredo is delicious.
“Yeah, he’ll come over for the weekend and spend it in his room. He doesn’t want to spend time with me, he just wants away from his mother. Ryan went through it too. They’re loners, I guess. The twins are mama’s boys and Levi and Alyssa are daddy’s angels. Well, Levi is… you’ve met him,” Eric smirks.
“Oh yes. Did he tell you about Vegas?” I assume he did, but maybe not everything.
“Yeah, just how much of your body has my son seen?”
“Just me in a bikini at the pool. We never slept together,” I inform him, and Eric looks relieved, understandably so. “We might have this weekend, but obviously that’s not going to happen anymore.”
“And the “crazy lap dance” you kept your clothes on, right?” he asks.
“I wasn’t wearing much, but yes. He got a faceful of cleavage, but that was the most he got. Now Jess and Neveah are another story…” Memories have come back a little since that night. And from what I remember, Neveah was damn close to giving him a hand release.
“Jess, is that Scarlett?”
I nod. “Jessica is her real name. I’m only telling you because you’ll see her again.”
“About the threesomes with her…” he trails off. I don’t know if he’s asking for more, or what’s the deal so I motion for him to continue. “Are they still on the table?”
“Do you want them to be?”
“Maybe… every now and then. Definitely not all the time, but watching you two together, it’s fucking hot. And I like when you include me,” he grins. “But I’m fine without it too,” he backpedals a little.
“Eric, it’s okay if you liked the threesomes. I never did anything at The Cathouse that I didn’t want to do. I like Jessica; we have great chemistry. I’m sure if I asked her to come and play with us she wouldn’t have a problem with that. Hell, I had a threesome with her and Neveah in Vegas.”
“I think I would pay to see that live action,” he says absentmindedly. I think his eyes have glazed over, lost in his own personal porno.
“Ask me really nicely and I might arrange to recreate it for you.”
“You know I love you right?” He grabs my fork from my hand and steals a bite of my chicken.
“Do you love me, or the kinky shit I’m into?” I question.
“Kinky shit aside, I still love you. The kinky shit is a bonus. It’s like a reward for the twenty plus years of shitty sex. You’re pretty cute too,” he winks and stretches out his long legs around me, resting back on his hands since he managed to eat and talk at the same time.
“So are you, and there’s tons of kinky shit we still haven’t done.”
“Yeah, like I managed to miss out on the swing,” he pouts. “But finish so we can get started on kinky birthday shit.”
“Too bad I didn’t bring any of my toys with me,” I snicker and resume eating.
“I’m sure we can manage without,” he shrugs the best he can.
Five minutes later I’m done eating. I get up and take our plates over to the table so they’re out of the way. When I get back to bed, I sit with my legs folded under me, facing Eric. He smiles at me and his eyes start moving down my body.
“You know it’s not quite midnight yet,” I tell him.
“That just means extra time for foreplay,” he says, and leans forward to whisper in my ear, “I want to taste you.”
I smile and turn my face toward his. Eric tucks my hair behind my ear and then kisses me. I could kiss him for hours. Maybe one of these days I’ll get to. For now I’m content with whatever direction he points us in. Honestly I never thought I would see him again. I figured that day at the Mexican restaurant was it.
Eric wraps his arms around me to pull me closer, and we end up falling to the side. He settles on top of me and it takes just the flick of my wrist to get his towel open. Eric jerks the towel out of the way and tosses it aside. His growing erection rubs against my inner thigh and his mouth starts to move to my neck.
When I reach to unbutton the shirt I’m wearing he lifts his head and says, “Leave it on.”
“Okay,” I smile.
His lips land on my collarbone and he lays open mouth kisses along the skin that’s bare before moving to my chest. Eric leaves the shirt buttoned the way I did it. He skips over the covered parts, letting his hand slide up under the shirt to brush his thumb over my nipple. Eric kisses my stomach and glances up at me as he moves down to kiss my hip. He goes from one hip to the other slowly.
Eric isn’t always in a mad rush to fuck my brains out, but this time it’s different. We have all the time in the world.
Sookie and I are usually rough and frantic in the bedroom, but we don’t need to fit in as much sex as possible into a short weekend right now. I plan on savoring my girl tonight.
She pushes up on her elbows and watches my every move as I kiss just above the small patch of blond hair between her thighs, and then trail light kisses until I reach the little nerve bundle at the top of her slit. Her head drops back when I swirl my tongue around her clit.
“Watch me, lover,” I whisper.
Her head slowly moves back up and her dark blue eyes almost glitter with the flecks of teal when they meet mine. Her full pink lips are parted and she reaches up, running her fingers through my hair. I continue to run little circles around her clit with the tip of my tongue and then suck her swollen nub between my lips. I can feel her juices beginning to flow and seep out onto my chin.
I shift onto my knees and use my large hands to hold onto her inner thighs, pressing them back, and spreading her open wider. A deep moan leaves her lips when I snake my tongue down and swirl around her opening before dragging up to her clit again.
“That feels so good, baby,” she says quietly, her slender fingers gripping my hair tighter.
Looking up her body, I see her chest heaving under my shirt and I’m blown away by how gorgeous she is. If I ever doubted loving her all of those doubts are gone. She’s glowing and she’s not told me, but I can feel the deep emotion radiating off of her in waves.
Her hips start to writhe and the pressure on my head gets more intense as her moans get louder.
“Eric, please,” she begs.
“Mmm, please what?” I murmur against her lower lips and the suck her clit again.
“Make me cum,” she pleads.
“Like this?” I bring my hand into play and plunge two fingers into her core. I pump a few times and she’s so wet I can easily work a third finger into her.
Her head drops back again when I find her g-spot. I rub my fingertips over her sweet spot and continue to suck. She moves her elbows out from under her torso and drops down flat on the bed. Her hips are pumping up, trying to get my fingers deeper. I release her clit and look down, watching my hand and I feed off of her cues. I push into her as deep as possible, and my thumb swipes over her clit. She likes it. I pump harder and harder until I feel her warm, silky walls begin to massage my fingers.
“Eric! Oh my god!” she shouts as she cums, and her body goes limp.
My hand slows, but I don’t remove my fingers. I move up a little to kiss her stomach, and then move up to her collarbone, sucking lightly as aftershocks rock her body.
“You’re so beautiful when you cum,” I breathe against her jaw and then move to kiss her lips, allowing her to taste herself on my tongue.
Sookie moans into the kiss and her fingertips trail down my torso until she can reach my cock. Her little hand wraps around it and starts stroking me slowly.
“Make love to me,” she pleads. As Dixie we fucked, as Sookie I can make love to her. This is the real her.
“Put me where you need me,” I command.
Sookie guides my thick head to her clit where she begins to rub circles around. I have both hands resting next to her face, looking down at her fiery blue eyes. She wants me, needs me, but I am making her take it. Her hips are rocking up, her breath coming out is short bursts. She could make herself cum just from the friction, I want to be inside of her, but I will wait.
She pushes my cock down to her entrance, “I need you inside of me… now.”
I lean down and kiss her lips. My tongue sweeps through her mouth at the same time my thick shaft spears into her core. I can’t move right away. Her velvety walls feel way too good, and I’m scared I’ll cum if I move. Instead I focus on kissing her.
Once I calm down my hips begin to move, giving slow, deep thrusts.
“Take my shirt off,” I say, lifting so she can unbutton the few buttons that are fastened. “I need to feel your skin.”
Sookie keeps her eyes on mine while she unbuttons the shirt, and her hips rise a little to meet mine. She shrugs out of the shirt, and when her back arches, I pull the shirt out from under her. Sookie leans forward and kisses from my chest up to my ear.
“I missed the way you feel inside me,” she whispers, and wraps her legs around me.
“Never again,” I growl.
With her thighs around my hips and her nails digging into my back, my hips begin to move faster. The harder she squeezes me, the faster I go. Our sweaty bodies are sliding against one another, her pebbled nipples rubbing against my chest.
Sookie takes advantage of knowing she’s the only one now, and finally leaves her mark on my neck. Her soft lips are suctioned onto my skin, her tongue petting me. Her nails are deep in my back, making me practically purr it feels so good.
“Fuck,” I groan, “More, pretty girl.”
When she rakes her nails down my back I feel my cock begin to swell. It’s as if she’s claiming me.
“Again,” I moan. She does it again, dragging her nails down my back, making deep red marks. “Jesus, that feels so goddamn good.”
I can feel her smile on my throat, and she lightly drags her teeth over my heated skin before Sookie tilts her head up to tug my bottom lip between her teeth. She kisses me hard and grabs my ass to pull me deeper inside her.
“Harder, baby,” she says between kisses.
My hips move a little faster, slamming into her harder. Her teeth and nails on my flesh spurring me on. I’m going to cum soon, very, very soon and extremely hard when I do. I can feel she’s getting closer. Her heavy breathing and her deep moans, along with her eyes rolling back a little are clear indicators. Her pussy contracting around my shaft threatens to pull my orgasm from me.
I cum with a roar, spilling my thick release deep inside of Sookie, triggering her own orgasm. I collapse on top of her, resting my full weight on her tiny body. She simply holds onto me as our aftershocks roll through our bodies.
“You okay down there?” I smile and kiss her forehead.
“Uh huh,” she says weakly.
“You don’t sound okay.” And then it dawns on me that she may not be able to breathe. I start to roll off of her and she grips me tighter.
“Stay a little longer.” I tilt her head up and kiss her again.
“Better?” I ask when I pull back.
“Yes. I just haven’t cum that hard in a while. I forgot what it does to me.”
“Happy birthday, Sookie.”
“Thank you,” she smiles.
I start to feel bad about my weight and roll off of her. When my cock slips out of her she whimpers a little. I wrap her in my arms and hold her close so her head is on my chest. My hand is on her back, drawing patterns as we lay in silence. I’m happy.
After a while Sookie asks, “So what’s it like being on your own for the first time in your adult life?”
“It’s different, a little lonely without having someone around all the time, but I like the privacy and quiet too. In forty years I’ve never lived alone. When Aude and I got married we lived with her parents. She was pregnant with Ryan when we moved out, so I’ve always lived with a bunch of people.”
“Are you sure you want to trade in your freedom for a girlfriend so quickly?”
“I spent two months alone, that’s enough,” I laugh. “When you messaged me and told me you met someone and moved on Alcide talked me into to going out and trying to fuck a random girl. It didn’t go so well. I don’t do alone very well.”
Sookie lifts her head and asks, “What are you talking about? What message?”
“Uh… the message you sent, I’m assuming when you met Levi, that you clearly told me you’ve moved on and not to send messages to you anymore,” I remind her.
“I didn’t message you,” Sookie says. “I would remember something like that.”
“Well, I got it. I may have broken my phone,” I admit, “Otherwise I would show you.”
“Eric, I swear I didn’t…” Sookie starts, but then sighs and drops her head. “Dammit, Jessica!”
“Oh,” I say. It makes sense now, getting a message like that doesn’t seem like something she would do.
“I left my purse at the table with them while I was at the craps table. I didn’t know they were going to do that, Eric. I’m so sorry. They had no right to interfere like that,” Sookie apologizes.
“That makes me feel a lot better about it,” I say and hug her a little tighter to my chest. “What’s done is done. We’re figuring it out now which is more important than a text message.”
“I know, but it pisses me off. I’m sure they thought they were helping, but that doesn’t make it okay,” she says. “I almost called you after Jess gave me your note. I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“I wish you would’ve. We could have saved so much time and the Levi fiasco would’ve never happened.”
“I thought you were still married,” she says. “I told you I didn’t want you to leave your wife for me and I meant it.”
“You were the catalyst,” I admit, “But it’s something that should have happened years ago. When I got home early from our weekend she asked if you left me. And when she asked if I was in love with you she kicked me out. I think if I said no, you were just a means to an end she would’ve stayed. It was time though; I couldn’t lie anymore.”
“I know you weren’t happy, but I still feel responsible,” Sookie says quietly. “Do your kids know you had an affair?”
“Levi is the only one that knows. The rest of them are just glad the split happened. I don’t think they even care about the why’s,” I pause and take a deep breath. It’s time to talk about my marriage. “Aude and I never loved each other.”
“Really?” Sookie lifts her head. “Then why did you marry her?”
“I knocked her up at seventeen, six months into dating, and when I told my parents they said I had to marry her. At the time I agreed that it was the right thing to do,” I sigh. I really don’t have a good answer as to why I stayed with her for so long though, other than the kids.
“Do you regret it?”
“No, I’ll never regret my kids, and Aude and I had a lot of fun in the beginning. She was my friend and I think once everything dies down she still will be. Right now she still has a lot of anger.”
“I don’t blame her one bit. I probably would too if I was in her shoes.”
“Oh, I left quickly and quietly,” I chuckle. “I was willing to give her whatever she needed or wanted in the split. I just hoped like hell she wouldn’t rape me. Thankfully by the time we met with the my divorce lawyer she’d calmed down a little.”
“That’s good to hear.”
Sookie’s phone chimes and she climbs over me to get it. She taps the screen a few times and bursts out laughing.
“What’s so funny, pretty girl?” I ask with a small smile.
“There’s a Cathouse tradition of smashing your tits in your birthday cake,” she says and turns the phone so I can see Jessica’s frosting covered tits. “Jess is celebrating my birthday in style.”
“Mmm, I’ll have to buy you a cake,” I purr, quirking an eyebrow. “That looks delicious.”
“It is. Usually we end up licking each other clean,” she says.
“We will be celebrating your next birthday at The Cathouse.” The idea of watching Sookie having frosting licked off by the other girls makes my dick hard. And I’m worn out right now.
“That’s only part one of the tradition. Part two is the birthday girl being bent over the arm of the couch in the parlor for her spanking. Pam even has a special birthday paddle for it.”
“Um, we can move that part to a room. That way we can spank you naked and I can fuck you with one of the other girls. I think that should be your new tradition.” She’s insane if she thinks I’m good with other guys watching her get spanked, getting that kind of pleasure now that we’re together.
Sookie straddles my thighs and says, “I like this idea. Do I get to pick the girl?”
“Of course; it is your day after all,” I groan and my hands go to her hips.
“What if I want another guy?” she asks with a teasing smile.
“I’d have to think long and hard about that. Really long and hard and I’d have to pick him.” The real answer is fuck no.
“What if I wanted two girls?” Sookie lifts an eyebrow and starts stroking me.
Since I’m all about double standards I answer, “Yeah, as long as I can watch… or join.”
“Of course you can join,” she says.
“Did you like watching me fuck Jessica?” I ask, thrusting a little into her hand.
“It was very sexy, but I also got a little jealous,” she admits.
“I was thinking about you,” I inform her and close my eyes when her hand speeds up a little.
“I could see it on her face that you made her cum really hard,” she says, and rubs her thumb over my head.
“Mmm, yeah,” I moan. “I needed you to see what you were missing out on by being so naughty.”
“Did you like when I was naughty?”
“I wanted to punish you,” I pause, enjoying the feel of her hand stroking me. “I wanted to spank you, and choke you, and shove my cock in your ass. Yes, I liked it.”
Sookie moans and reaches down to touch herself.
“I would have liked that,” she says, and twists her wrist on the next upstroke.
“Fuck,” I growl from the sensation. “Is that what you want right now? I haven’t given you your birthday spanking.”
“I want it,” she says.
“Make me cum, pretty, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”