Olivia Cunning - Wicked Beat

She looped his arm around her shoulders and encouraged him to lean on her. “I’ll help you back to bed now. You are in desperate need of my attention.”

“I am on my last limb. Luckily, it’s the inflatable one.”

Rebekah bit her lip so she didn’t bust out laughing and ended up snorting through her nose. She recovered her composure quickly, trying to be sexy. Snorting was so not sexy.

Hand splayed over his waist, it was all she could do not to bury her face in his side and inhale his scent. She decided it was going to be very difficult to stay in character, especially when his hand reached down to cup her breast. Her nipple strained toward his palm immediately. She considered slapping him across the face as if offended, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. Since the nurse’s outfit was the first one he’d grabbed when they’d looked at costumes, she assumed it was his favorite. She was going to pretend to be a very naughty nurse and encourage his attention. She hoped it didn’t ruin the fantasy for him. She twisted slightly so that his fondling hand shifted her nipple right out of the cup of her uniform.

She pretended not to notice. Like that was possible with Eric’s rush of breath and wayward thumb. When they reached the bed, she lifted his arm over her head and urged him onto the mattress.

He grabbed her on the way down, and she found herself sprawled across his hard body.

“Mr. Sticks,” she said, lifting her head to look into his desireglazed eyes, “this is highly inappropriate.”

“Dear lord, woman, I’m so turned on right now. You can drop the act and get naked immediately.”

She grinned and kissed him. “You always say exactly what I want to hear.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

She shook her head.

“Most women would slap me for saying that.”

“Do you want me to slap you?”

“No, I want you to fuck me.”

She laughed. He was so fun to tease though. “You are in no condition for that kind of activity, Mr. Sticks.”

He shifted so that his rock-hard cock was pressed against her hip. “I beg to differ, nurse.”

“It’s time for your sponge bath.”

He huffed in feigned exasperation. “Well, if you insist.”

She extracted her body from his tight embrace and climbed from the bed. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked away. She made sure there was plenty of sway in each calculated step. He groaned and began to bang his head on his pillow. Since it wasn’t a solid object, she didn’t chastise him. She recognized that he did that when he was so excited he was about to do something he knew he shouldn’t. She took the ice bucket to the bathroom and filled it half full with warm water. There were no sponges, so she’d use a washcloth, but she ful y intended to clean every inch of Eric’s body. Every inch. Some inches more than once.

“Nurse!” he called from the bedroom. “I’m in desperate need of assistance in here.”

She held the container of water against her chest and returned to his bedside. She stopped abruptly so water sloshed over her cleavage and trickled between her breasts. “Whoops!”

Eric produced a sound very close to a growl. It made goose bumps rise all over her body.

“Are you ready for your bath?”

“You know what I’m ready for.” He nodded pointedly at his straining cock.

“Oh my,” she said and set the water on the nightstand. “That does need my immediate attention. It’s so swollen. Does it hurt?”

“Only when you don’t touch it.”

She soaked the washcloth in warm water and rung out the excess before climbing onto the bed. She used two fingers wrapped in the cloth to clean his belly button. He chuckled. “A little lower,” he said.

She drew the washcloth along the narrow strip of black hair that ran from his navel downward. His cock twitched when she stopped an inch from touching it. She moved her cloth to the left slightly and drew it back up his belly, away from his straining cock.

“U-turn. U-turn,” he demanded breathlessly.

Down again. Stop. Over and up.

“You keep missing the dirty spot,” he panted.

“I don’t see it,” she insisted, trying not to laugh and partially succeeding.

“Then get closer.”

She shifted to her hands and knees. Careful not to run one of her spiked heels through his skin, she straddled his body, one knee on each side of his chest, palms on the bed on either side of his thighs.

“Is it down here?” She used her cloth to wash his knee with vigorous circular motions.

“Mercy, that’s beautiful,” he gasped.

She looked over her shoulder to find him gazing up her short skirt. His hands slid over the backs of her thighs to push her skirt up the two remaining inches that covered her butt. While she scrubbed his other knee, he traced her swollen folds with two fingers. Finding her already wet with excitement, he plunged both fingers inside her.

She gasped.

“Mr. Sticks,” she whispered, “what are you doing?”

“Enjoying the view.”

“You look with your eyes, not with your hands.”

“I’m also enjoying the feel and the smell and the sound. Pretty soon I want to enjoy the taste, too.”

She bent her elbows so that the head of his cock lodged into her cleavage.

“Whoa…” Eric’s fingers moved inside her. Thrusting deep.

Twisting. Withdrawing slowly. Rebekah tried to concentrate on her task, but his fingers felt so good that she just held still and took it. His free hand stroked her thighs above her stockings. Her ass. He pulled his fingers free to lick them and then thrust them deep inside again.

“Eric,” she groaned. “Rub me, please.”

“I thought that’s what I was doing.”

“Oh, my clit. Please, Eric.”

“Show me what you want, Rebekah.”

She supported her upper body on one hand and reached between her legs to stroke her clit.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Make yourself come.”

She cried out when the first waves of release gripped her. Eric swore under his breath and slid from beneath her body to kneel behind her. He pulled his fingers free of her clenching pussy and replaced them with his cock. Still stroking her clit, still coming, Rebekah rubbed her face over the mattress and rocked back to meet his hard, deep thrusts.

“You are the sexiest woman in existence,” he said in a low growl, and for once, she believed him.

He leaned over her back and pushed the bodice of her outfit down to free her breasts. He kneaded them roughly as he pounded and pinched her nipples between his fingers. She moved her hand to gently stroke his balls as he thrust into her. He straightened again and leaned back slightly so she could reach him better. She glanced over her shoulder to catch him watching the action between their bodies. “Your pussy is so beautiful as it swallows my cock,” he whispered. “Can you hear how wet it is?”

Hear it? Yeah, she could hear the squish of her fluids each time their bodies came together.

“It’s wet for you, Eric. You fill it so well.”

He rewarded her compliment by dipping the tip of one finger into her ass.

“Mmmm,” she purred.

“You’re such a naughty nurse,” he said. “Do you like my finger in your ass?”

“Oh yes.”

He pressed his finger deeper. She massaged his nuts more vigorously. Eric’s breath hitched, and he grabbed her hips to hold her still while he let go inside her. They still needed to work on timing their orgasms to coincide. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed.

“Thank you, nurse. That was a wonderful treatment.”

She grinned. She was just getting started.

“Are you sure we have to go back?” Eric murmured and tugged Rebekah closer. They were both sticky with cum and sweat and saliva. He doubted he could get it up again, but he was far from ready to share her with the rest of the world. The sex was phenomenal, but just being with her was enough to make him giddy.

“We have to be in Austin in two days.”

“So we stay in bed for another twenty-four hours, and we’ll take off then. It won’t take me long to drive from Phoenix to Austin.”

She laughed. “No way in hell am I letting you drive that far, Eric Sticks.”

“Then we’ll get on a plane.”

“I think Jon will want his car back.”

“Like I care.”

“This isn’t the end of our relationship, sweetheart. Just the beginning. We’ll have other nights together.”

He was that transparent, was he? She was right. They would have other nights. Days. Evenings. Mornings. Afternoons. Hopefully, a lifetime full of them.

“Let’s go take a shower,” she said.

Eric lifted his head about an inch off the pillow but couldn’t muster the strength to open his eyes and look at her. “Together?”

“Unless you have a better idea.”

“It’s a great idea. I just don’t think I can stand.” He dropped his head back on the pillow. “You wore me out, woman.”

“Awww, poor baby. Did I ride my cowboy too long?” she asked, grabbing the cowboy hat from the bed and squashing it on his head.

He grinned. “I’m not complaining.”

“Perhaps if you hadn’t insisted that you had a six-shooter.” She giggled and ran a finger down his limp cock. Eric doubted it would ever work again.

“I should have stopped after three.”

“You lasted over half an hour that last time.” She rose on one arm, knocked his hat back, and looked at him. “Seems my theory was correct.”

“I’m surprised I came that last time. I don’t think there’s anything left in my balls but dust.”