Chapter 17

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I can’t believe Eric’s son caught us having sex! I’ve been caught in my share of compromising positions in the past, but that was a whole new level of fucked up. At least Chris doesn’t seem to be scarred for life.

Eric, on the other hand, is having some sort of problem.

“Are you okay?” I ask while I wipe down the counter. He’s hugging me from behind and I can feel this sad energy coming from him.

I’m sure telling Chris that he cheated wasn’t easy, but for some reason I feel like there’s more to it. I heard him yell while he was talking to his son, but I don’t know what he was yelling about.

“No,” he sighs, but doesn’t offer anything else.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” he says, and continues anyway. “Aude was cheating on me too. With women, and I don’t care about that. What pisses me off is that she brought them into the house with the kids there.”

“Whoa, whoa,” I turn around. “She was cheating on you with women? That’s… wow.”

“Right. The ex and I are going to have a very long talk about her parenting. I also think we might need to make some changes concerning the living arrangements. I’m not going to pay for her to run her own personal brothel, no offense.”

“I don’t blame you for being mad. It’s hypocritical of her to give you shit for cheating if she was doing the same thing. What kind of living arrangements are you talking about changing?”

“I pay the mortgage on the house she’s living in. That’s going to change if she keeps bringing women over while the kids are home,” he explains.

“So you’d throw her out?”

Ugh, this is complicated.

“I don’t think I’d kick her out. I’ll tell her she can pay for it, and I want to change the child support. Sookie, it’s one thing to have your significant other over, it’s another when your pre-teens hear the sex going down.”

I’m not sure what to say. I have zero experience dealing with this kind of thing.

“I’m sorry,” I say since I can’t think of anything else. “This is a fucked up situation.”

“I have to see her tomorrow at the twins’ birthday dinner. It’s going to be hard not ripping her a new asshole in front of the kids.”

“If I thought it wouldn’t make things worse I would go with you,” I tell him, and reach up to rub his shoulders. “I’m sorry you have to go through this.”

“I should bring you. I’m willing to bet good money Isabel and her new girlfriend will be there. Fucking cunts,” he grumbles.

“Okay, come on,” I take his hand and pull him to his room. “Take off your shirt and lay down on your stomach.”

“If clothes are coming off we need to lock the bedroom door too,” he jokes. “My luck the rest of the kids will be walking in at any minute.”

“Wait here,” I say and go to the front door to slide the chain into place so if anyone tries to get in they won’t get very far. When I get back to his room, Eric is shirtless, but sitting at the edge of the bed. “Well you half listened,” I say.

“I’ve never been one to take direction well.”

“That’s not true. You’ve been an excellent student.”

“Learning to please you and doing as I’m told are two different things,” he purrs. “Come here.”

I walk over to him and stand between his knees.

“Good thing one of us listens.” I rest my hands on his shoulders.

“Mmhmm,” he hums and his arms wrap around my waist.

“So does this mean you don’t want the back massage I was going to give you?” I run my fingers through his hair.

“I do, I just need to hold onto you for a minute though. Tonight’s been rough,” he reminds me.

“I know.” I kiss his head and then sit on his legs so I can wrap mine around him. “That better?”

“Much better,” he breathes me in, “Thank you for being here.”

“Of course.” I hug him tightly and rub his back.

“I’m also sorry about my son seeing you naked,” he chuckles. “I know it’s embarrassing, but it’s a little funny too.”

“I’ll laugh about it later. It’s not funny for me yet.”

“Rub my back now?” he asks, his lips ghosting across my collarbone.

“Yes, sir.”

I get off his lap and Eric stretches out on the bed. I straddle his thighs and start rubbing his shoulders.

“That feels really good,” he groans.

“I took a few classes through the Cathouse. We had workshops there every other week we could attend if we wanted to. You’d be amazed at what I took classes on.”

I press my thumbs along his spine and I can feel how tense he is.

“Like what?” he lets out a deep sigh.

“Bondage, blowjobs, BDSM, interpersonal skills to deal with couples that came in, sensitivity training, anal sex, sex toys, roleplaying…” Those are just the ones I can remember.

“That sounds fun.” He’s trying to hold onto the conversation, but I think he’s enjoying the massage too much to think.

“It’s okay if you fall asleep,” I tell him and kiss his neck.

“Mmkay,” he mumbles into the mattress.

I keep rubbing his back until I’m sure Eric is asleep, and then I get off of him to change for bed. After I’ve washed my face, brushed my teeth and put on my pajamas I turn off the lights and get into bed beside Eric. I curl up on my side and kiss his shoulder before I fall asleep.

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The next morning I wake up before Eric and go looking for coffee. I find it in the fridge and then I have to find the filters. I’m on my tip toes trying to reach them when I hear Eric moving around in the bedroom, probably wondering where I am and why he’s not getting immediate morning sex.

“I’m in the kitchen,” I call out.

I hear him get up and a minute or so later I hear the toilet flush and the water running. He joins me a few seconds later. I look back and his hair is sticking up all over the place. He’s adorable.

“Morning,” he grumbles in his sleepy voice.

“Morning. Sleep well?”

“Eh, so-so. I was restless and tossed and turned all night.”

“Really? I slept like a rock. I only felt you move when you rolled over me.”

“Is that what was squirming under me?” he smirks.

“Silly need for oxygen.”

“It’s overrated,” he shrugs, “Are you making coffee?”

“If I can ever reach the filters. Wanna use those super long arms of yours to get them for your vertically challenged girlfriend?”

Eric reaches over me and plucks the filters from the top shelf. “I’ll need to get you a step stool.”

“I could just climb you,” I say as I look over my shoulder.

“Just not in here, I don’t want anymore interruptions,” he laughs. “That’s the problem with a gaggle of kids. They don’t know boundaries.”

“Little jerks,” I smile and kiss his chin.

I get the coffee going and try to break Eric’s hold on me. Watching the coffee brew isn’t my idea of fun.

“Every one of my boys is taller than you, Sookie. Little doesn’t really fit,” he says, pulling me deeper into his chest.

“It’s not my fault I’m fun sized,” I pout dramatically.

“You, my dear, are very fun sized and I want to do very fun things with you,” he murmurs into my ear before kissing it.

“But coffee,” I whimper. My hips move against him on their own. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

“It’ll be waiting for us when we’re done. I can do quickies now,” he reminds me a little excitedly.

“That’s right, you can. Maybe we should pick up where we left off before we were interrupted last night,” I suggest.

“I was robbed of my orgasm,” he nods.

“And in such a cruel way.”

“Mmhmm,” his growing erection rubs against my rear.

“Come on, let’s go to your room.” I pry his hand away from my stomach and lead him to his room.

“I missed you when I woke up,” he says softly when we reach his bed and he sits on the edge.

“I’ll make sure I’m there tomorrow,” I promise as I straddle his lap. “I fly out tomorrow afternoon.”

“Stay longer,” he groans, and lifts my shirt so he can kiss my stomach.

“How much longer?”

“At least a week. Then I can go home with you.”

I smile at him and ask, “And then what about when you have to come back here?”

I love being with him, but we’re not ready to live together. This is the honeymoon phase where everything seems wonderful. There’s still a lot we need to figure out, especially where the kids are concerned.

“Then I reluctantly hop a plane and come home, after trying to talk you into coming with me.”

“I guess we’ll see how convincing you can be.” I tilt his face up and kiss the corners of his mouth lightly.

“Do you really want to go weeks without this?” he asks, grabbing my wrist and placing my hand on his cock.

“That’s a good argument,” I say as I start stroking him over his pants. “Of course I do have practice at that so I know I can survive.”

“I think you’ve had enough practice, pretty girl.”

“I just don’t want to move too fast,” I tell him.

“I know,” he whispers, “It’s hard to not want you around all the time though.”

“I want you around all the time, too.” I reach into his pants to stroke his cock, and it makes Eric groan. “I’m afraid I’ll do one of the stupid things I do and fuck it all up.”

“That’s something we both worry about, Sookie. Being in a relationship is terrifying and all we can do is try,” he says and pulls my shirt over my head.

“I know, but I’ve picked some real assholes in the past and I… somehow they still ended up dumping me, except for Quinn, who I had arrested–”

“For what?” he cuts me off with a growl.

“He was the one that slapped me around.”

Eric sighs and rests his forehead on my stomach for a moment before looking up into my eyes. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, Sookie.”

“So am I. It was a long time ago, and he’s part of the reason I walked out on you at the Mexican restaurant. After I got away from him I promised myself I would never let anyone treat me like that again. Not that what you did is the same as what he did, but it felt like a verbal slap in the face,” I explain. So much for a quickie, but this stuff is important.

“If I could take that back I would,” he admits. “And you know I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you, verbally or physically.”

“I know you didn’t mean what you said, and I know you wouldn’t intentionally hurt me,” I assure him.

“Let me show you what a woman should be treated like, Sookie. You know I’d give you the world if you wanted it.”

“I know,” I smile. “Just do me a favor and be patient with me. I’m used to relying on only myself. I’m not used to the team mentality.”

“Of course,” he says. “Maybe that’s another thing I can teach you. How to work well with others,” he winks.

“You’ve seen me with Jessica. I work just fine with others.”

“Mmm, I guess you do.” He runs his hands over my bare breasts and kisses between them.

“So what if I stay five more days and then fly home so I can tidy up my house and get it guest ready?” I suggest.

“I think I can agree to that,” he smiles.

“Good, because I think I’d catch on if you tried to get in my suitcase.”

“Really? I’m a hardly noticeable,” he chuckles.

“I’m fun sized and you’re one of those giant Toblerone bars they sell at the airport.”

“I am,” he agrees and puts my hand on his cock again. “This is definitely giant size.”

“Yes it is.”

“Coffee or cock?” he offers.

“Mmm… you did promise me magic would happen in here. So far you got a happy and fell asleep… Typical man,” I tease.

“I place all of the blame on your magic hands.”

I start stroking his cock again.

“I don’t accept that,” I tell him.

“Well you’re making magic right now,” he groans when I run my thumb over his tip. “If you’d rubbed my cock like this last night plenty of other magic would’ve happened in here.”

“Maybe, but you didn’t need that last night.” I lean in to kiss his neck.

“Thank you for that,” he turns his head to kiss my lips. “I love that you always know what I need.”

“You’re welcome,” I say and then get off his lap to take off my shorts. I turn around when I take off my panties.

“I also love that you’re choosing cock over coffee. I really, really want you right now.”

I kick away my panties and then turn to face him.

“Those pants have to go,” I tell him as I climb up on the bed. I lay on my back and start touching myself.

“Consider them gone,” Eric stands up and drops his pants before climbing onto the bed with me.

He lies next to me and leans down to take a nipple between his lips.

“Get that pussy nice and wet for me,” he says around my nipple.

“Yes, sir,” I moan.

His hard-on rubs against my hip and he gets up on his elbow so he can lean over my body to take my other nipple into his mouth.

“I want her dripping for me,” he clarifies. “And then I want you to ride me.”

I rub my clit a few times and then move my fingers down to my opening. Two of them dip into me and I start to pump them in and out slowly. His tongue circles my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. My back arches and my fingers move faster.

“Keep fucking that pretty pussy,” Eric moans and turns his head to watch my hand as I work my cunt.

My other hand comes down to work my clit and I look at Eric while I try to get myself off.

“Kiss me,” I plead.

He shifts so he’s covering my upper body and his tongue runs along the seam of my lips. I grant him entrance. Our tongues dance and I start moaning into his mouth when my orgasm begins to build.

“Is she wet and ready for me?” Eric breathes.

I nod. “I’m gonna cum,” I tell him.

“Mmm, no, cum on my cock, pretty girl.  Ride me until you pour that honey all over me,” he whispers.

Eric moves off of me and sits back against his headboard, his cock standing at attention. I want to be greedy and cum anyway, but I force myself to stop and get up to straddle him. I sink down hard on his cock and grip his shoulders for leverage so I can rise and fall quickly.

I reach down and start rubbing my clit again to help me along, while Eric takes one of my nipples in his mouth. The pressure builds fast and it doesn’t take long before my head falls back with my first orgasm.

“Keep going, pretty, keep fucking me. Make me cum for you,” Eric commands.

My hips start to swivel and rock every now and then, and I reach behind me to play with his balls. His eyes close and his head drops back against the top of the headboard. When his hips begin to pump up a little faster, I know he’s getting close.

I’m taken by surprise when he suddenly snaps his head up, grabs me by my ribs, and flips us over without pulling out. Once we’re settled with me beneath him, his hips moving, his lips crash into mine and he moves my arms above my head. Eric’s giant hand holds both of my wrists and he reaches between our sweaty bodies with his other hand. When his fingers begin to massage my clit I groan into his mouth from the pleasure he’s bringing me.

Eric’s lips travel down my jaw to my neck. He licks a wet trail to my ear, sucking and nibbling lightly.

“Again, Sookie,” he growls, his warm breath fanning over my ear.

I try to tug my hands from his grasp and he simply holds me tighter so I can’t move my arms at all. His fingers move faster over my clit as his cock drives into me deeper, and harder.

“I said again,” he breathes. And that’s all I need.

My orgasm takes me by surprise. Eric rears back and lets out a roar as my spent body welcomes his release. He cums hard inside of me, triggering aftershocks that rock my whole body.

EPOV

“Jesus, that was good,” I pant as I rest my full weight on Sookie.

“Yeah it was,” she agrees.

I roll off her and flop onto my back. I just got my stolen orgasm from last night and them some. The problem is I can’t really move, and I need to get up and start doing work.

“Can you carry me to the shower?” I ask her, still breathing heavily.

“How about a sponge bath?” Sookie suggests.

“That’ll work,” I say and then my phone rings. “I don’t want to talk to anyone right now,” I complain. “Can you get that and tell whoever it is I’m in a meeting?”

“Sure.” Sookie reaches over me so her tits are in my face, and grabs my phone off the nightstand. “Hello, Eric’s phone… No, I’m sorry he’s… Oh, uh… One minute…”

“Who is it?” I whisper.

“Aude,” she whispers back.

“Well, shit,” I say a little louder, hoping she hears me. I take the phone from Sookie and answer, “You have  a lot of fucking explaining to do.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not the one our son saw having sex last night with his whore,” Aude fires back.

“No, you’re the one all of our kids hear fucking your friends at all hours of the night. And apparently they’ve been hearing that for quite some time. I didn’t realize you like pussy as much as I do.”

“Since when do you care what I do?” Aude ignores part of my accusations. “And you’re darn right I’ve been with other women. At least I get off with them.”

“I don’t care what or who you’re fucking. I fucking care that you’re fucking them with the kids at home. Not to mention you’re a hypocritical bitch,” I snap back.

“And you’re a selfish ass! Twenty-three years, Eric, and not once did I have an orgasm!” Aude yells.

“Did you ever think it was you? Fucking you was like fucking dead, rotten fish! I spent as little time touching you as possible!”

Sookie looks really uncomfortable and puts on one of my shirts before quickly leaving the room.

“Oh screw you, Eric!” Aude yells.

“You couldn’t pay me enough,” I growl.

“Lucky for you, your whore didn’t feel that way,” she hisses right back.

“Shut the fuck up, Aude and you better not dare bring your fucking whores to dinner tonight. And if I find out you bring them into the house I pay for with my kids in the house you’ll be out on your fat fucking ass.”

“You can’t do that. That is my house! I clean it, maintain it and take care of the children living in it. You’re out of your mind if you think a judge is going to let a part-time father with a whore girlfriend take them away from me!”

“It is not your house, it’s mine,” I start, calming down a little. “And the kids are old enough to pick who they want to be with. I promise they’ll pick me.”

“Of course they’ll pick you! You don’t have any rules! You let them do what they want, when they want! Being a parent isn’t about being their buddy. They need rules and a good role model, not an overgrown frat boy with a slut at his side. Besides, she was dating our son–”

“And which one of your whores were you fucking when Chris slipped out and came over here?” I ask, cutting her off and ignoring any digs at Sookie.

“I wasn’t, actually. I was finishing wrapping our sons’ birthday presents.”

“Excuses, Aude,” I sigh, “Don’t fucking call here yelling at me for having sex in an empty house when you’re doing worse. That’s the pot calling the kettle black.”

“That isn’t why I called, but then your whore answered. She sounds thoroughly inbred.”

I sigh again and roll my eyes. There’s no point defending Sookie to Aude. She’s going to keep saying nasty things about her. “What do you want?”

“Don’t bring her tonight,” she says. “She’s not welcome at my sons’ birthday party.”

“Unlike you, I respect my kids and I wasn’t planning on bringing her. I didn’t want you to cause a scene.”

“You respect your kids? Oh that’s rich,” she laughs.

“So what you’re saying is you actually called to fight. I’m not feeding into your shit anymore.” I’m done arguing.

“As always you hear what you want to hear. Goodbye.” Aude hangs up.

“Fuuuuck!” I yell and throw my phone across the room. I’ll check later to see if it’s broken.

I know I have coffee and probably a nervous Sookie waiting for me, but I get up and go into the bathroom to shower and calm down. Once I take a few deep breaths, I wash off the sleep and sex before I turn the water off and wrap a towel around my waist, and then exit the bathroom to go find my girl.

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