Page 4 of Roxanne

“I have a key.” He flashes it, and I take one last glance at the party before walking into the pool house with Eric. “I just wanted a moment alone with you,” he says quietly, holding his hand out to me. I take it, allowing him to pull me against his chest. “You look beautiful, Roxy.”

“Thank you,” I murmur, feeling super shy now that it’s just the two of us in here. Reaching up, Eric removes my mask, smiling down at me.

“So I can see your beautiful eyes,” he says, as he cups my cheek and pulls me into him, pressing a kiss to my lips. He’s warm and smells so good. The way he holds me to him feels right, and I lean further into the kiss. I’m clumsy at first, learning how he moves. I haven’t done this much.

“Can I take your mask off?” I whisper, pulling away from the kiss, but he shakes his head, catching my hand as I lift it to remove the mask.

“Not yet.” He pushes me back until I fall onto the couch. I watch as he lowers to his knees, spreading my thighs to make room for his large frame. My mouth pops open, and my eyes go wide.

“What are you–”

“Shhh, lie back and enjoy. Close your eyes,” he demands, his voice deep and alluring. It caresses something inside me that's been begging to be touched. So I do as he says, lying back as I spread my thighs. “Naughty little slut,” he murmurs, making my eyes pop open, but he tisks, so I slam them shut. I don’t want him to stop, even as my cheeks flame red.

“No one has ever…”

“I know, Roxy. No one ever has, and no one else ever will. Just me,” he growls, and I nibble my lip. I like this possessive side of him, even if we are so new. It’s okay to pretend for a little while. I like Eric, but not enough for him to be the only guy I do this with. At least, not yet.

I shiver as his fingers trail up my inner thigh, and I hold onto the couch cushions with all my might. He follows his fingers with his lips, kissing me gently.

I shake, as he brushes against my most sensitive part, undoes the buttons of my one-piece, and moves the bits of fabric aside.

“White panties, Roxy? Did you wear these just for me?” he practically snarls, and I can’t understand why he sounds so angry all of a sudden. I lift my head, but pause when he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

I lie back, clearing my throat.

“N-no. I didn’t know we’d do this.”

“But didn’t you? You must have guessed this is what I wanted. What I had planned for you.” He doesn’t give me time to respond. Instead, he tugs my panties aside, his mouth covers my center, and he licks.

My back arches, and I moan as he circles my clit, before thrusting into my slit.

“Oh god.” I release my grip on the couch, and thrust it into his hair, tugging. He hisses the harder I tug, doubling his efforts. I come embarrassingly quickly, screaming out my orgasm.

The name that slips from between my lips on a whisper isn’t Eric. But it causes the man between my thighs to growl when he hears my cry of pleasure as I whisper, “Storm…”

I slap a hand over my mouth, keeping my eyes shut. God, did Eric hear me? What have I done? Why was I thinking about that fucking asshole?

Eric trails a kiss to my thigh, then bites. Hard. So hard I cry out from the sudden pain and try shoving his head back. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he must have heard me!

“Ow!” I cry, tears stinging my eyes, and when he finally releases me, I slam my legs closed. Was that a punishment for saying another man's name? I’m about to curse him for the bite when he tosses my mask in my lap.

“Compose yourself,” he snaps and then stomps out of the pool house. I do as he says quickly, tugging my mask on over my head, buttoning my one piece, and rushing outside after him.

My mind is racing, and all I can think about is his mouth between my legs and the way he touched me.

The way he called me slut. My knees are weak, and they shake. My heels are too high for this level of nerves. I’ve barely made myself come, and no man has ever eaten me out before.

That was the most exhilarating moment of my life. I’ve never felt more…on fire? Oh god, I want to grab his hand and drag him back in there with me. I want him to show me how to return the favor.

I said Storm’s name though. I wince. Fuck, I really hope he didn’t hear that. I said it so quietly… It was really more of a whisper.

“Eric?” I ask, trying to keep up with his long strides. He grunts but doesn’t slow down or stop. “Is everything okay?” I ask. Another grunt.

Chapter 2

Storm

She said my name.

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