A sharp gasp escaped your lips, quickly muffled by the firm hand covering your mouth.
“Shh,” Eric’s voice was a low whisper against your ear, his breath warm on your skin. “Andrea and her girlfriend are right there in the living room. You wouldn’t want them to hear, would you?”
You shook your head, biting back another moan as he thrust into you harder, sending shivers down your spine. Your first instinct was to bury your face in one of his ridiculous cat pillows, but he held you too close—your back pressed against his chest, your body caged in his grasp.
“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his tone filled with teasing amusement. “You’re lucky they’re too caught up in that drama to notice your little outburst. But just in case…”
He withdrew his hand from your lips and tapped two fingers against them. Instinctively, you opened your mouth, letting him slip them inside. You didn’t need instructions. Your tongue curled around them, sucking softly, saliva slipping down your chin as Eric hummed approvingly.
“Good girl,” he praised, nibbling at your neck, his other hand gripping your hip firmly as he tried to keep up his steady rhythm.
When his arm began to tire, he pulled away, leaving you empty. A needy whimper slipped past your lips before you could stop it.
Eric chuckled, shifting beneath you as he laid back against the bed. “Come here,” he murmured, guiding you over to him. His hands found your waist, pulling you down onto him once more.
His gaze locked onto yours, watching every flicker of pleasure cross your face. He wanted to see you unravel for him, to watch as every movement, every desperate grind, pushed you closer to the edge.
You bit your lip, struggling to hold back the sounds threatening to spill out. But looking down at him, at the intense focus in his expression—the same look he wore in the middle of a game, right before a perfect spike—it made something warm bloom in your chest.
“I’m close,” you breathed, barely able to form words between the waves of pleasure building inside you.
“Shit—hold on,” Eric gritted out, his grip on your hips tightening. “Just wait for me a little longer.”
You nodded, knowing it would be worth it.
His movements grew desperate, thrusts losing their steady rhythm as he chased the feeling coiling inside him. His grip on you tightened, his breath ragged against your skin. He was right there—so close, so close—
With a final, stuttering movement, he groaned, his release spilling into you just as your own climax shattered through you. A soft cry slipped from your lips as pleasure surged through every nerve, leaving you trembling in his arms.
For a moment, neither of you moved, bodies pressed together, chests rising and falling in unison.
Finally, as your breaths steadied, you glanced down at him—his blissed-out expression, his lips slightly parted, his flushed cheeks. A laugh bubbled from your throat as you reached out and poked his cheek.
His eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “What?”
“Nothing,” you murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss against his jaw. “Just you.”
