I heard a knock at the door and glanced over to Eric's side of the bed. There was no movement from the Viking Vampire God. I checked the clock beside the bed and decided it was safe to answer the door. It was way past 6 pm. If there were any other vampires staying at the hotel, they would all be sleeping in their suites. I wrapped a towel around me and walked over to the door. Standing on my tipped toes peered through the opening in the door. It was the bellhop holding some sort of garment bags.
I looked back over to the bed. Eric was sitting up in bed looking a bit groggy from the night's festivities. "Who is it Sookie?" "It's the bellhop." "Let him in. He has clothes for the both of us." As I unlocked the door slowly, Eric had hopped out of bed. Now there was sight I could get used to very easily. That gorgeous butt in all of its glory. As I licked my lips, I thought I could take a chunk out of that butt anytime. Alright, Sookie back to reality. As Eric closed the bathroom door, I opened the main suite door. "Hello, come on in." The bellhop gave me a quick up and down and quickly walked over to the chair. "Hello, my name is Dominic." I could tell from his voice that he was very embarrassed about finding me in my present state of undress.
Mr. Northman had requested that I deliver these clothes this evening. As he scanned around the room, his eyes focused on the service cart that was tipped over and the remnants of dinner lying in front of the balcony doors. I almost started to laugh at the sight of last night's romp. Boy, we sure did make a mess, I thought to myself. "May I remove the service cart, Miss?" "Yes," I said in a shaky and embarrassed voice. I tried not to look Domanic in the face and quickly returned to the doorway. As he started to clean up, he scooped up the plates and food. I could hear Domanic's thoughts loud and clear. They must have had some evening last night. I stared down the hallway. No one was out and about. "Is there anything else you will be need Miss?" "Yes, I would like some breakfast well dinner, I guess." "Actually it's already been ordered." "Mr. Northman, requested that it be delivered at 7:00pm." "Do you have any special requests?" Trying not to look at the bellhop, "some hot coffee and a croissant." "And some berries." Mr. Northman had already ordered those items. Anything else you will need? Obviously, the Viking had remembered my favorites from our stay in Dallas. "Do I need to sign something for you?" "No, that's all been taken care of." "Mr. Northman is a regular here at the hotel." "He is one our best customers but he has never brought a girl here before." I looked quickly at Domanic's face. I concentrated hard to see what he was thinking. Mr. Northman is usually all business when he comes here. This one must be special to him. "Thank you, Domanic." I smiled and slowly closed the door behind him.
So I must be someone special. Just as I was repeating Domanic's words, Eric peered out from behind the bathroom door. "Sookie is he gone." Yes, he is. Eric came waltzing out of the bathroom in all of his glory. The only thing between Eric and me was the thin towel he wrapped around himself. We were a pair this evening. I couldn't help but stare at that beautiful body. He was the entire package. Face, hair, shoulders, legs, arms and of course that unbelievable butt and gracious plenty. I thought to myself. Eric was standing right in front me looking down from that beautiful face. He was positively beaming. My blood from the last few days had done Eric a bit good. His complexion was absolutely glowing from the blood. "Do you like what you see?" "Well, yes." "Of course." "Good. I am in the mood for some more fun tonight." I looked into Eric's eyes to see if I could tell what he was thinking about. I reached up and placed my hands on his neck and pulled him closer. "What do you have in mind, Eric?" "I have a few plans." "You do?" "Yes." "Like what?" "Well, let's check out those garment bags." I glanced down at the chair and started to reach for the garment bags. I slowly traced the zipper with my finger tips. Are you going to open it or caress it, Sookie?" I watched Eric's face with great intensity. "What's in here?" "Well we won't know if you don't open it will we?"
I pulled on the zipper slowly. I knew there were clothes inside but I had no idea what the Viking had in mind. As Eric walked over to the bed and sat down, I continued to unzip the bag. I pulled on the hanger and pulled out the contents. Eric was wearing the most beautiful black leather coat that I had ever seen. It was made of the softest and sweetest smelling leather I had ever seen. Inside, I pulled out another hanger with jeans, white shirt and black leather chaps. Chaps? What are these for Eric? I thought we would take a ride. A ride? Yes, I have a bike in town. I thought we could go riding. Do you like motorcycles, Sookie? I don't know. I have never ridden on one. You have never ridden on a bike? No. I don't have much opportunity to ride in Bon Temps. I was thinking to myself. I am lucky if I ride to Sam's bar and back to my house. Bon Temps didn't have anyone with a motorcycle as far as I knew. I quickly opened the other bag. Inside was another biker jacket with slacks, red t-shirt and chaps. They were much smaller than the Viking's gear. I assumed these are for me to where. Well, yes. Who else? Did I get the right size? I looked inside the jacket at the sizing. Yes, of course. I'll be right back. Where are you going? I need to take a shower. After last night, I am in dire need of some showering. Eric smiled and had that Viking look on his face. It won't take long. I just need to wash my hair. Can I help? I looked back as I was closing the bathroom door. No, I can handle.
When I came out of the bathroom, Eric was standing in the middle of the suite all clothed in his black leather. From the back view, his jeans were hanging out the backside of his chaps. As I stared at that glorious butt a little longer, Eric slowly turned around. Well, what do you think Sookie? Eric took his hands and smoothed out the leather on his sleeves. I say you look absolutely delicious. Really? Yes, do you ride often? No. I haven't biked in a couple of months. I try to ride as often as I can. But with Fangtasia and being the Sheriff of Area 5, I have very little personal time. I have many responsibilities to the Queen. I am available to her 24/7. Oh, thinking to myself. 24/7 for what purpose? I knew that Pam and Eric did not have any feelings anymore. Well at least Eric didn't have any feelings but Pam was still feelings twinges of jealousy every time she saw me. But I wondered about Eric's relationship with the Queen.
Trying not to show any emotion on my face, I pulled on the red t-shirt. It had the Harley Davidson logo on the front. It was a perfect fit. It clung to my breasts in all the right places. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Eric watching my every move. He was licking his lips and placed his hands in his jean pockets. The gracious plenty was already bulging at the seams. Eric I thought you wanted to go riding. I do. Do you think we could ride first and then go biking? We both stared and started to laugh as loud as we could. No, I think I like the idea of getting out of here for a while. I was feeling much clearer than I was last night. Remembering all the events of the past few days was overwhelming. I bent over and pulled the Levi jeans up over my hips and zipped them shut. Suddenly from behind, Eric reached around and tried to unbutton the front of my jeans. His lips were caressing my neck. Do you really want to go riding? Yes, but later. Right now let's go find your bike? OK, I just thought I would try. I know. Don't forget to try later. You know I won't forget. I won't either. I turned around and pulled my leather jacket on. The final touch was the leather chaps over my jeans. They were a little snug. I pulled them over the jeans and sucked in as hard as I could to zip them up.
The bellhop knocked on the door again. He was thinking about being late for his son's football game. Eric quickly answered. Domanic handed Eric a tray with breakfast or dinner on it. Thank you Domanic. Mr. Northman it's you. Yes, well thank you for meal. Anytime Mr. Northman. Domanic paused for a moment looking for a tip but thought better about asking. Eric looked down and said, I will catch you at the end of the trip Domanic. Right now, Miss Stackhouse and I have a date with a Harley. Oh, are you going riding? Yes, well it's a nice night for a ride. The moon is full and the weather is perfect.
Eric closed the door. I quickly took a croissant from the plate and popped it into my mouth. It was delicious. Sookie, slow down. That's OK. Let's get going. I grabbed a few berries out of the bowl and pushed them into my jacket pocket. Down the hall, I followed Eric. Trying to keep up with the Viking was no small task. His long legs propelled him faster than I could keep up. Waiting for the elevator, I finished the rest of the croissant and berries. Do you need anything else, Sookie? Perhaps a bottle of water for the road? Yes, we can pick one up at the concierge's desk.
In the lobby, all of the vampires were mulling around. A few were checking in at the desk. The front desk clerk glanced our way and gave Eric a nod. Eric nodded back and continued to the front doors. Quickly a man ran over and handed Eric some keys. It's out front just like you asked. Thanks.
Like a man on a mission, Eric continued out the doors with me in tow. Out front was the most beautiful bike I had ever seen. I knew nothing about bikes but this one must have been expensive. What is it Eric? It's a Harley-Davidson VRSCA V-Rod. It's beautiful. It's fast too. Do you like it? Well yeah. Eric pulled on the safety helmet that was sitting against the leather seat. He handed me one too. Let's get going Sookie. I stood next to the bike and had no idea what to do. Eric started the engine and revved it up to full capacity. It was like seeing another whole side to the Viking. Like a kid in a candy store. How do I? As I started to ask Eric what to do, he put his arm around me and pulled me behind him on the bike. I straddled each side of the bike. We were perfectly matched for riding. I pulled my zipper all the way up to my neck and hung onto Eric's waist. Are you any good at this? Well, I have been riding for the last 100 years but I think I am getting the hang of it now. I chuckled to myself as Eric pulled the bike away from the curb. I started to ask where we were going but thought differently about my constant questions. Just have fun, Sookie. I told myself. I rested my head against Eric's back and pulled even closer. Eric let out a moan of delight. Now that feels fucking great. I smiled but said nothing. Riding through town was easy. The traffic flow was light for the time of the evening. Everyone was out to eat. They had all settled into their restaurants for the night. A few truckers drove past as we turned onto Interstate 49. We were heading south but I had no idea how far south.
Eric was really cruising faster and faster as we go further and further away from Shreveport. The traffic seemed a blur as we drove past. Cars, trucks, houses and gas stations continued to pass us by. The evening was crisp and clear like the night before. As I listened to the sound of the engine, I drifted off into my thoughts of Eric and me on top of the Corvette the night before. A slight smile came to my lips. I pulled my body even closer to the Viking. He glanced down and smiled. He continued to maneuver us through the traffic. The signs were passing my quickly. Eric liked riding the bike alright. He liked riding the bike very fast. I could see a sign in the distance for the gulf.
Are we going to New Orleans again? No not that far. I just thought you would like to get out and see the country side. And selfishly I just wanted to ride tonight. The engine and vibration of the engine felt really good. Was it possible to have an orgasm from a motorcycle ride? I placed my face against Eric's jacket and took a deep breath. The combination of his aftershave and the leather was intoxicating. I had never felt so at ease with anyone.
There was an exit ahead for Alexandria. Eric maneuvered the bike off of the exit and onto the country road. Up ahead there was a cemetery, Eric slowed down and pulled the bike off to the side of the road. I took my helmet off and clipped the chin buckle together.
How was that Sookie? I really enjoyed that. Before I could even answer the Viking, his lips were all over mine. Riding my bike always puts me in the mood, Eric said. I could see that in a big way. Eric's hands were moving so fast and furious over the top of my t-shirt that he almost tore it off. I found myself responding to his actions. Eric pushed me hard against the back of the bike and seat and continued to kiss me all over my breasts. My nipples were so hard and alert. I could feel gracious plenty pushing against the outside of my jeans. Before I knew what was happening, he had taken off my chaps and unzipped my jeans. His pace had slowed by now. It was like Eric was savoring every moment and sensation. He placed his fingers under my underwear and squeezed my own rear hard. He pulled me closer to the gracious plenty and I let a moan as the Viking continued to explore all regions of my lower regions. He continued to kiss my love spot until I was almost to a climax. As my moaning became closer and closer together, Eric worked his way back up to my breast and finally my lips. The taste of Eric was a very pleasurable experience. I thought to myself. Am I really going to have sex on this motorcycle? Last night the Corvette and tonight I am on the top of a Harley Davidson. I could get a reputation back in Bon Temps for the events of the past two evenings.
