Evil Of Love (16 page)

             
We pull into a condo building and I start to get butterflies in my stomach. I want to be with him. God, I want to be with him as many times as I can over these next four weeks. I’m still not sure if leaving Travis is something I’m capable of going through with and if I decide not to then I know I’ll have to stop seeing Eric. I have to get in as much time with him as possible. Besides, the way he touches me is like something I’ve never felt with anyone else.

             
He winks at me with those large greens eyes as he runs his hand through his mangled blonde hair and rounds the front of the truck. Shit, I’m already wet. I squeeze my legs together, doing what I can to control my physical reaction to him. Opening my door he holds out his hand for me to grab it. As we touch electricity moves between us and already the butterflies are gone. There is nowhere I feel safer than in his arms. That is something that will never change.

             
“I hope you’re hungry, gorgeous,” he gestures as I climb out of his truck. He has no idea how hungry I am, for him. I’d rather skip eating and just taste each other, but I don’t speak my thoughts out loud. Instead I climb down from the truck and his arms wrap firmly around me pulling me into his chest. I hold my breath, waiting for his kiss, but first he leans down placing a light kiss behind my ear and then slowly making his way down and over my collar bone before moving up and finding my lips. His tongue parts my mouth and I allow him in. I taste him, remembering the sweetness. After a few moments of our tongues being tangled he slowly moves away. Hands placed around my waist and he smiles his bright smile, showing me his beautiful teeth and then I picture it, his large cock in his hand as he stroked it for me while I watched through the computer cam. Instantly I burn a scarlet red, not in embarrassment, but in pure lust. I want to taste his cock in my mouth. I want to show him how many ways I can pleasure him.

             
“Come, let me show you my place,” he says, and I’m pulled out of my sexual fantasizing.

             
The condos are all brick exterior and are much larger than I had expected. I don’t know why but I was thinking they were apartment size. We take a small path, passing a few of the condos before we round the corner and he walks up to a solid oak door. He pulls his key from his pocket and turns the lock. At first when I step in I’m in shock. The floor that we walk into is dark hardwood which leads down a hallway, opening into what appears to be a living room.

             
“Wow, this is a condo?” I exclaim, in shock. “It’s huge”

             
“Well, this is actually one of the smaller ones and even at that’s it’s still too big for me. Come on, I’ll show you around.”

             
Eric kneels down, gently removing my shoes and as he does his hand moves from my ankle, gently caressing my skin until he reaches the hem of my dress before moving to the other shoe. All I can concentrate on is how I wish he would just take me here in the hallway, screw the bedroom, but I control myself even though all I want is to pull on his blonde hair and shove his face in my pussy. I already know the feeling of his talented tongue and how easily it can send me over the edge.

             
He gets to his feet, taking my hand in his as he directs me to the large living room. Flower petals scattered along the counter tops and tables and even on the two full couches. A huge flat screen TV hangs on the wall, a fire place underneath the TV, a black rug that covers the dark hardwood floor and trophies on shelves, obviously from his fighting. The smell of candles engulf the area and also the smell of food. Not sure what it is, but it smells delicious and my stomach growls in response.

             
“So glad to hear you’re hungry. I’ll show you the other rooms and we’ll eat. This is obviously the kitchen,” he whispers, leaning into me, placing a kiss on the back of my neck as he brushes my hair away.

             
The kitchen cabinets are just as dark as the floor and the countertop is a stunning black marble. The kitchen is huge. Of course not compared to Travis’ house, but for a condo it’s generous. I feel Eric’s hand on my waist as he pulls me down another hallway.

             
“I’ve got two bathrooms and three bedrooms. It’s definitely too much space for me so I don’t have a lot in the extra bedrooms.”

             
He walks me down the hall till we get to the first door and he swings it open. It’s decent size, with a large king bed in the middle and a flat screen TV with a few nature photos hanging on the wall. Simple and obviously not being used. He then walks me to the next door which is basically the same thing as the first. Another bed with a TV and a few pictures on the wall of miscellaneous scenes. We pass a bathroom, which holds double sinks and a full tub and shower. The counters are made of marble like the kitchen and the cabinets are the same dark wood. As we pass through the hallway there are a few photos of his family which I recognize easily. One with him and his dad really shows off how much they look alike; the same messy blonde hair and perfectly shaped nose. There are also a few photos of him in the ring fighting and obviously winning.

             
Then we come to the third door and my hands are already becoming sweaty. Yes, we had sex, yes he fucked me, but that’s different than being in his actual bedroom and allowing him to do whatever he wants to me. Betrayal begins to sneak up, but I quickly push the feeling away. I remind myself that this is only for four weeks, I’m giving him four weeks and if I can’t see myself leaving Travis then I’ll end this with Eric. I hate that in the end someone is going to get hurt and it kills me to think that it might be Eric.

             
As the door swings open a dark bedframe comes into view and my jaw drops. Flower petals cover the mattress in a romantic scene that would come straight from a movie. The room is larger than the living room and kitchen put together. The bed is there to greet you as you walk in and as you continue into the bedroom there is a walk-in closet to your right and when he opens the doors all the way I’m faced with a closet that could be another bedroom. All his clothes hung neatly on one side of the closet and the shoes along the length of the wall on the other side.

             
“I’m honestly not this vain. I get a lot of free shoes and clothes from sponsors. I don’t wear all of it and usually after a little while I will donate the clothing I don’t wear.”

             
“That’s sweet of you, Eric,” I respond. I’m used to living in a mansion you could say. I just can’t believe that this condo has so much space. On top of that, it’s beautiful.

             
We close the door and walk down to the left of the room where it leads into an enormous bathroom, holding a walk in shower as well as a Jacuzzi tub. The cabinets and counter tops are the same as the other bathroom. It’s simple but I love it. I could see him and me in that tub, washing each other, feeling every part of one another.

             
“Your place is really beautiful, Eric. I can’t believe you have so much room here!”

             
“I love the area and now that I know you’re here, I hope to never move,” he says, leaning in, placing his hand at the small of my back and pressing his lips to mine. His grip becomes tighter and his kiss deeper. I open my mouth more than welcoming to him and he takes full advantage of it. Finding my tongue with his, nibbling on my bottom lip. As the passion moves between us we become more desperate. With his strong body he moves me backwards until we’re out of the bathroom and back in his room and I can feel his bed against the back of my thighs. I’m panting and he groans in response.  He finally releases my mouth and his tongue finds my neck and then my collar bone before reaching the top of my breasts. He puts a hand down the tops of my dress and instantly my nipples harden, but then my stomach growls again. Interrupting this perfect moment.

“I could taste you all day, but you’re hungry. Let’s get you fed.”

              I sigh in response not wanting to leave the comfort of his arms.

             
“Come on,” he whispers, breath still heavy and deep, as he grabs my hand and walks with me back to the kitchen. I would fuck this man right here, and I’m sure he wouldn’t stop me, but I want this time to be perfect. I want to enjoy every second with him that I can get. I’ll eat and then I need some relief.

Chapter Twenty

“Chicken Caesar salad?
It looks delicious!” I compliment. He’s added chopped avocado, tomatoes and some onion slices as well. The lettuce is crunchy and cold and feels good against my lips that are still burning from Eric’s kiss. I watch him bite into his salad and as his full lips move and his tongue licks the extra dressing off, my pussy begins to tighten. I shake it off and concentrate back on my salad. The perfectly flavored chicken has me salivating. I don’t know if it’s that the food is so good, or just the fact that Eric prepared it for me. I watch him as he places another bite to his lips and his tattoos move with him and I admire the beautiful design.

             
“The sooner you eat the sooner we can finish what we were doing earlier,” he says, winking at me. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold off from tasting your pink delight.”

             
I smile and stop admiring him so I can get back to my food.

             
“Thank you for inviting me here, Eric.”

             
“Steph, you’re welcome here anytime. The more you’re here and not with your husband, the more I’ll be able to concentrate knowing you’re safe. I hope you’ll see that you’re stronger than him. You don’t need that asshole.”

             
“I know, Eric,” I sigh, not wanting to get into it again. “It’s harder then you could understand.”

             
“Well, I just hope I can make your decision easier,” he replies, dropping his fork and grabbing our now empty plates.

             
I follow him to the kitchen, where I wash up. He places the dishes in the empty sink and quickly grabs me by the waist, lifting me up so that I straddle him. Wrapping my legs around his midsection as he holds me up by my ass, he walks with me to the back bedroom. God, I don’t know if I could ever get tired of this; his firm hands gripping me tighter as he places kisses up my neck, my chin and back. Pushing through his bedroom door he places me on my back onto his soft mattress as he continues to kiss my skin, moving up to my lips, his one hand still gripping my ass as he grabs at my chin with his other, holding my head straight as he takes me with his mouth.

             
I’m taken back to the night I first lost my virginity, how he was so delicate with me, making sure to take his time. It’s not that he was experienced; it was more that he was exploring my body, feeling and tasting every inch of me, like he’s doing now.

             
“You taste so good, Steph,” he whispers, between kisses.

             
I open my eyes, taking in his heated appearance. His blonde hair is messier than normal and hanging partially in his face. He opens his eyes in that exact moment and his emerald green eyes are fueled with passion and need. He stops kissing me and lifts up slightly, staring at me in wonder, desire, and longing. I wish I could give him everything he wants, make him happy, but the fear of disappointing him and the fear of Travis has me stuck.

             
“Wait here,” he says, climbing off me and walking around the side of the bed, where I hear him open the door to one of his nightstands. The sound of a lighter flicking sounds behind me and I turn my head to see what he’s doing. He lights a candle and places it on the nightstand and then proceeds to light another while moving around to the other side of the bed and placing it on the other nightstand. They smell like strawberries; almost edible. Eric walks past me again to his dresser where he lights two more candles. Before coming back to the bed he closes the dark curtains, so the only illumination in the room is the candles. The light flickers and his blonde hair stands out against it. He looks down at me as he waits at the end of the bed and smiles. That beautiful smile that brings butterflies to my stomach, the one that makes me want to give up everything and run away with him, the smile that has me melting in the palms of his hands. Not only do I want to be his, but I want him to be mine. I need him in my life. He brings love with him. Travis didn’t even light a candle on our wedding night and I guess I never thought about it until now. I always thought the sex Travis and I had was something I could never experience with anyone else, but Eric is different. He would never lay a hand on me or force me to do something I’m uncomfortable with. I know he would never punish me the way Travis does. It belittles me, makes me feel like a child and I hate it. It’s all I’ve ever felt with men, except Eric.

             
I’m brought back to the moment when Eric kneels on the bed and I prop myself up on my elbows to get a good look at him. Running his hand through my hair, I tilt my head moving into it, kissing his palm. He moves for a brief moment taking off his shirt, exposing his smooth, built chest and I’m itching to run my hands over him. The light of the candles move over all the tattoos that cover his arms and move along his shoulder, covering sections of his side and chest in expressive designs. It’s beautiful, he’s beautiful.

I watch him intently as he runs a hand through his hair, sighing, “You are gorgeous, Steph.”

Before I get a chance to respond his hand is gently moving up my dress as he moves it past my hips and up to my waist.

“Sit up,” he whispers, and I do as he says. He pulls my dress up and over my head and hangs it over the edge of the bed, leaving me lying here in my white lace bra and panties. “You are perfect. You deserve the world,” he whispers, leaning into me and I feel his hardness against my thigh as he places a kiss on my neck. Gently he unfastens my bra removing it and tossing it to the floor.

Slowly trailing kisses down my neck to my exposed breast that are already starving for attention, he kisses the tops of each bulging breast before moving on down to my stomach and I take a deep breath inhaling preparing for where he’s going. Already knowing what he’s going to bring me. One of his hands cup my right breast, needing it gently as he rubs my nipple with his thumb, stimulating it and causing my breath to deepen. His lips continue down as he reaches my belly button placing a kiss on it as he peers up at me, making eye contact with those steamy green eyes. I want to turn away, but I don’t, I watch him. I want to watch everything he does to me. I want to remember this moment forever. His mouth lingers at the lace of my panties and his hot breath causes chills through my body. The wetness of his tongue teases my skin as he pulls my underwear down with his teeth. Arching my back and lifting my hips to help slide out of them, I’m already wet. He finishes pulling them off with his hand and drops them on the floor, then slowly licking the inside of my thigh, he moves back up to my sweet spot.  My whole body shivers under his loving touch and I can’t imagine anywhere else I would want to be but here with him.

As he inches his way closer his mouth brushes my sensitive folds and I suck in my breath, but still watching, not wanting to miss a moment with him. Unable to hold back I run my hand through his blonde hair, brushing it from his face and he pauses, looking up at me with a smile, and I melt under his green eyed stare. Now, unable to keep eye contact, because I feel like I’ll faint with pleasure, I fall back and lay on the bed, waiting for him to take me.

“You smell amazing,” he groans, and I feel his tongue tease my folds, spreading them, to make way for his mouth.

His tongue gently moves along the inside of my pussy, and I’m already wet and beyond ready for him, but he takes his time. Slowly pressing on my nub and
as he moves his tongue around and the sensation of his finger presses against me and slowly he pushes it inside me. I grip the comforter tighter. Moving slowly, filling every inch of me, he keeps his pace steady, not moving his tongue from my nub and already I can feel my orgasm building and then he slowly presses another finger inside me and it pushes me over the edge. I moan his name, craving more, wanting more, wanting all of him.

He doesn’t stop at my moan, he picks up his pace pushing me to the climax and then slowing down, bringing me back, but not stopping, his fingers move perfectly inside me and already I can feel the building again. All the sudden his fingers are gone, but quickly replaced by the smoothness of his tongue.

He works he’s tongue for I don’t know how long, but several moans escape my mouth after many groans from him and two climaxes later he comes up for air. I lift my head, feeling the heat burning my cheeks and get a good look at him. He is sexier than I’ve ever seen him before. His lips red and swollen, hair messy and eyes full of passion. Looking at him with his face right next to my pussy has my nipples standing on end and my breath is deepening again. Never has Travis spent that much time pleasuring me without it being some kind of punishment or a way for him to get off.

With h
is pants still on, he moves up my body until his mouth reaches my nipples that are straining for attention. He takes one in his hand and the other in his mouth. Circling the free one with his thumb, I let my head fall back again. The gentle pressure of his lips sucking on the hard bud while his other hand circles my free nipple, has my pussy clenching with pleasure. His teeth bite down just enough causing me to groan and pull on his hair.

“Oh, Eric,” I moan as he continues to suck, becoming more aggressive. He bites down again and I yelp with pleasure as the sensation moves all the way down to my clit. The hand he had on my free nipple moves down to my pussy and he begins his steady pace of moving his fingers in and out of me while teasing my clit with his thumb. His mouth moves to my other nipple, showing it just as much attention as the first; starting slow, sucking, licking, nibbling before becoming more intense.

He pulls away slowly and my nipple falls out of his mouth, his breath heavy, and I’m panting, ready to have him inside me. He takes his fingers out of me and I arch my back instantly craving more. I don’t want him to stop touching me.

“We have to slow down,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses my neck. “I want you to enjoy every moment of this.”

“I want you, Eric,” I gasp, clenching at his back, thrusting my hips towards him, needing him.

“Don’t worry; I’m going to make you cum over and over again. Just be patient,” he responds, thrusting two fingers inside me, and I dig my fingers into his skin in response.

Gently moving his fingers within me at a deliciously satisfying pace he begins to move back down between my legs, he places his tongue on my throbbing clit, sucking gently while his fingers continue to pleasure me. It doesn’t take long before I’m climbing to climax and uncontrollably I begin to move my hips with the same pace of his fingers, screaming his name as the orgasm moves through my body and between the sound of my wet pussy covering his fingers and the pressure he’s putting on my clit with his talented tongue, I let out a loud moan as I release and in this moment he removes his fingers, quickly finding my pussy with his tongue and thrusting it inside me, sucking all my juices until I’m finished.

God, I want to feel him inside me. I watch as he pulls away licking his lips, his eyes heavy and he moans with pleasure. “You taste delicious,” he says, moving back up to me. This time he pulls me up with him to lie on the bed completely and he takes my mouth in his. The salty flavor of me mixed with him has me swooning in pleasure.

I can’t take it anymore. My skin is burning all over and my insides are craving him to join me. I grab at his pants attempting to pull them down, but his hands stop me. “Not yet,” he groans into my mouth.

“Please, I want you,” I plead, and that’s all it takes. He doesn’t deny me any longer. He swiftly pulls off his pants and his long thick cock springs free. A grin spreads across my face. Fuck, could he be any more perfect? Tossing his pants to the floor and turning back to me, I grab him before he can
reject. Gripping his cock in my hand, I rub the head with my thumb, craving to place it in my mouth. His green eyes watch me, fueled with desire, as I move down, kissing his smooth hard stomach, until I reach what I want. At first I go slow, not being too greedy, placing him gently in my mouth. After he’s nice and wet with my saliva I take him completely in my mouth. I feel his head push against the back of my throat and I go deeper until I’ve consumed all of him.

“Fuck!” the words escape his mouth and I look up at him while he’s completely inside my mouth. His head falls back and his hand grips the back of my head. With that I begin to move slowly, taking his full length, up and down. His hand runs through my hair, gripping it lightly. I feel his hips moving with me and I want more. I keep my steady pace and the taste of his pre-cum fills my mouth
as I hear him moan so I keep up my sucking. Moving all the way down his shaft until it’s filing the back of my throat. He becomes even larger and harder than I could imagine.

“Stephanie, come here,” he groans, and tugs at my head so I release him and move back up his body trailing kisses on my way up.

“God, if you don’t slow down I’m going to lose it right now,” he whispers in my ear before taking my mouth in his.

“I want you inside me,” I exhale, in between kisses. His hard shaft pressed up against my inner thigh and m
y pussy is throbbing to feel it. I shift and straddle him, but before I know it he rolls me over, positioning himself on top of me and spreading my legs to either side of him.