I needed to get this one out of my system or else I can't continue with my other story (Too Much Is Never Enough). No plot (yet?), just some bourbon on the rocks, Eric, a former initiate of his, and smut. I'm writing chapter 2, so maybe this will be more than one chapter - maybe. A walk down Memory Lane triggered this story so it kinda depends on my mood. Enjoy and review if you want!
Black Embers
She was sitting in the quietest corner of the crowded bar, nursing a tall glass with amber liquid, her dark sultry eyes staring into nothingness, her natural pouty lips glistening wet beneath the soft light of a nearby lamp.
She was alone, but didn't look lonely; an island of tranquillity amidst a stormy black sea.
Every now and then a guy would approach her, but with a firm shake of the head and an impressive cold glare she would send him away before resuming her staring into nothingness.
For a long time I watched her closely, my curiosity peaked by her uncharacteristic behaviour.
For as long I had 'known' her, she had always been an annoying talkative, moody, badmouthing girl.
But as I watched her, I couldn't deny the fact that she was no longer a girl; that somewhere during the two months since her initiation had ended, the pretty girl had blossomed into a beautiful young woman I wouldn't mind fucking – more than once even.
She raised her glass and brought it to her lips, and slowly drank the amber liquid with her eyes closed.
My eyes feasted upon the slow rhythmical movements of her exposed throat and for a moment I wondered how she tasted as I pictured my tongue gliding over the smooth skin of her throat.
She grimaced briefly and clenched her jaw tight as she slammed the empty glass on the counter.
She opened her eyes, and a shiver ran down my spine and stirred my cock out of its slumber when she looked straight at me, those hooded eyes filled with dark promises I would make her fulfill.
I raised an eyebrow and smirked at her, wordlessly accepting her offer.
Her lips twitched upwards before the tip of her pink tongue darted out and licked her upper lip slowly.
I emptied my own glass, rose from the barstool, and slowly made my way through the throng of Dauntless towards her.
She didn't move, didn't turn around to look at me, didn't react to my towering presence as I placed my hands on either side of her on the counter, capturing her in an embrace without touching her.
I lowered my head and leisurely inhaled her scent.
She smelled of roses and cherry, with a hint of pomegranate and sweat.
Lower still and my lips brushed over her warm skin as I nuzzled the crook of her neck.
She gasped softly, but only moved to raise her hand to signal the bartender for another round.
"Two bourbons on the rocks," she told the guy in a low, sensual voice that caused something to twist inside my lower abdomen in a sickening motion.
My hand slid over her arm to her shoulder, and down her firm breast and flat stomach, to finally disappear between her legs beneath the skirt she was wearing.
She spread her legs for me and I shuddered when I caught a whiff of her heady scent.
My fingers drew lazy circles over her soft skin, closer and closer to her inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
The bartender brought our drinks and she lifted her hand to give him her credit card, but I grabbed her wrist and sent him away with a vicious glare.
She snorted and I released her wrist, and raised my glass in front of her in a toast.
She took hers and clinked it against mine before taking a healthy swig.
I smirked when she shuddered and pressed my chest against her back as I took a sip of the liquid fire.
I gritted my teeth when the heat glided through my throat and exploded inside my stomach, lulling me further into an uncommon calmness.
I placed the glass on the counter and leaned closer as my hand slid closer to where we both wanted it to be.
My fingertips grazed her folds and her moan mingled with mine when her slick wetness coated my fingers, her skin smooth and soft as sin.
By now I was achingly hard, and I cherished the pulsating pain in my lower abdomen.
I rewarded her bold decision of not wearing panties with circling her clit with my calloused fingertips.
She leaned back against my shoulder and tilted her head, offering me her other pair of luscious lips.
I slowly licked them before I took her bottom lip between my teeth and sucked on it.
She smirked, then moaned when I plunged my tongue into her mouth as my index and middle finger slid inside her wet tight pussy.
She tasted so fucking good.
I broke off the kiss and pulled my fingers out of her, grabbed her elbow and pulled her with me out of the crowded bar.
She laughed breathlessly when she saw where I had taken her to, and leaned casually against the rusty railing as I unbuttoned my combats pants.
The corners of my mouth twitched while I looked at her, barely reaching my shoulders despite the impressive high heels she was wearing.
I was pleased that she appreciated the peace offering: what better place to fuck her for the first time than the same place where I had truly noticed her for the very first time?
I could only hope that I would last longer than the five minutes I had given her that day to prove her bravery.
Her eyes practically devoured me when she saw my cock and I smirked as I stroked the full length of it.
She raised her left leg and put the heel of her foot on the ledge, then slowly raised her skirt as she playfully bit her bottom lip.
I wrapped one arm around her, bended my knees a bit and positioned myself at her wet entrance, sliding the head of my cock between her wet folds.
She wound her arms around my shoulders and latched her mouth onto my throat, biting and sucking my tattooed skin hungrily.
With a low guttural groan I slowly entered her and my eyes rolled back in utter delight at the sensation of her flesh enveloping me.
A growl escaped my throat when her muscles clenched me tightly, and her hot breath brushed against my lips in a whimpering moan.
Her tightness alone made me almost come before finishing what I had intended to claim.
I held still and fought hard to regain control, refusing to accept any possible embarrassing defeat.
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, and breathed heavily through my nose until I was certain I could continue without the fear of coming within ten seconds.
She whimpered again, and I knew that my sheer length and girth was hurting her.
I began thrusting again, advancing inch by inch with every thrust.
I grunted as I went deeper, harder and faster, until my balls were slamming against her.
I ravaged her mouth again and she dug her nails deeply into my shoulders and the back of my neck as she clung onto me, matching my ferocity effortlessly.
I grabbed her tiny firm ass and she wrapped her leg around my hip, the other still draped on the railing.
She felt so fucking good around my cock, fitted so fucking perfectly against my body, and she drove me mad with a longing I hadn't experienced in a long, long time.
The noise of the roaring water beneath us did nothing to silence our laboured breaths, mingled with her soft moans and my loud grunts, and the lewd slapping sound of skin against skin as I gave her my all and fucked her relentlessly hard like a depraved monk during black Sabbath.
But suddenly she gasped and arched her back, rolling her hips against me in a breathtaking movement before she cried out my name and shuddered when she came.
My balls tightened and my cock swelled inside her when fire spread through my veins, and then my own release hit me relentlessly against my will.
I cursed loudly as I thrust inside her for the last time and filled her with my semen.
I pulled myself out of her and held her against me before she would topple over the railing and onto the jagged rocks below.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Christina," I panted against her temple.
She laughed breathlessly. "Took you long enough, Eric."
I snorted. "Not long enough. That was less than five minutes."
I let her stand and she winced a bit before she looked up at me and smirked.
There was something about the way her eyes shone with smouldering lust and self-confidence that tightened my stomach with anticipation.
I cupped her face and my mouth immediately found hers for a long, lazy kiss.
"Your place or mine?" I breathed against those fucking delicious lips that I had been dying to kiss since that day at the Chasm.
Mine," she whispered, and the possessive tone in her voice made me smirk while pleasure rippled over my skin.
