I licked him.
I'd stomped around that desk before I knew it, and acted on all of those impulses that had set my body tingling. I ran my tongue over the hard rounded skin of his bicep, catching a bit of the sauce (chocolate-raspberry) in my mouth, and it was incredible, I'll give you that. The only problem is what happened next.
There's really no booklet for how to deal with vamps. I should write one. I guess one of my first rules--after "Don't get bitten," and "Don't hang out with vampire hos"--would be "Don't expect a Supe not to notice when your tongue is on him." Or maybe that's a general truism?
Faster than you could say "Jack Flash," Eric had grabbed me and thrust me on his desk, sending papers and what appeared to be action figures flying. "Let's put that to better use," he said, before his mouth clamped on mine, soft, hot, and unyielding. I twisted beneath him, feeling the tingling burn of his stubble against my cheeks, the hot chocolate sauce sliding under my fingers as I groped his arm frantically, instinctively. Our lips broke just as my lung felt liable to explode; as I gulped air, he wasted no time transferring his attentions to my neck. "I may have to fuck you right now, Sookie Stackhouse." He pushed his hips into mine; he was surely telling the truth.
A small, rational part of my mind managed to withstand the onslaught. "Nooo….." If my voice came out as a moan, I grant you, it was because my body was on an entirely different wavelength.
"Yesssss," he hissed into the nape of my neck; I arched it for him and his chest rumbled happily. From the motion of his hips (and mine, I'll admit), something else was happy, too.
His hands were everywhere--Eric's nothing if not an opportunist, after all, and he was making the most of the chance. My shirt went flying, thanks to an overenthusiastic Viking, and suddenly my chest was sliding against the sticky, sauced skin of his. I'm normally one for hygiene, but I have to say, there's something to be said to being your own sundae.
Eric certainly thought so--he bent his head, and I felt a mix of fang and tongue sweeping across my upper breasts, lapping at the ice cream and sauce that had transferred to me. "Remind me to buy this in gallons," he exclaimed hotly. "Right now, it's better than blood."
"I'll remember that when you go nuts the next time I've got a paper cut," I gasped. What kind of woman was I? Oh, yes. I felt our hips still churning together. A very lucky one.
I could feel the chocolate still on his tongue when his mouth reclaimed mine, his tongue mimicking his hips below, and neither missing a very, very necessary beat; I gulped for air, finding a trail of sauce on my jaw, and then his tongue, where his mouth had been before. "Eric….."
"Feel free to scream it," he whispered helpfully in my ear. His tongue flicked there next--he seemed to remember that was a definite spot for mine. I moaned wordlessly, melted like the chocolate that was now all over us. Oh, hell. I reached down and grabbed that fine ass for all it was worth and turned my mouth back to his; he rewarded me by a slower grind of the hips that promised quite a lot of treats ahead.
And of course, with my legs around his hips, my hands molded to his ass, and my boobs on display for all the world to see--and that's not to say anything of the Viking who was set on re-enacting a biology lesson on top of me--the door flopped open.
"Eric, you do know the board of hygiene visits of us regularly." Pam shot us a look. It'd be entirely reproving, but I saw the turn of her lips; no, this was the stuff she dreamed of. The kind of stuff with which to torment Eric for ages, and embarrass me for more than that. "Nice to see you again, Sookie." She smirked and stepped out.
Eric looked down at me, those blue eyes still blazing. His grin was unrepentant, though--just enough that I began shoving at those glorious pecs where my tongue had just been. "Up, up, that's it, Eric. Augh! I can't believe we--"
"Oh, yes. I can only not believe we're stopping." He stood back and drew his hands slowly down his chest. "Want more dessert?"
