Tris arrived in the gym on Monday morning to find Eric warming up at one of the punching bags.
"You didn't tell me you were coming back!" She exclaimed, trying not to sound too offended.
"Should I have sent an email? Given you enough time to say goodbye to Four?"
She scowled at him, but he just looked down at her impassively.
"I'm glad you're back, of course."
"We'll see about that in a few minutes when you're flat on your back."
She was sure he was trying to be menacing, but all she could think of was the way he had looked while buried inbetween her legs.
The memory brought a small smile to her lips, even as she took her stance and prepared to fight him.
"Something funny?" Eric asked, circling her on the mat.
"Just you," Tris told him sweetly, her grin growing wider. "Thinking you're going to come in here and beat me after being gone for weeks."
When he made his move, Tris was ready for it. She dodged the blow and landed a jab to his throat. He choked, and Tris felt a sharp pang of guilt for hurting him. She hesitated instead of attacking him when he was vulnerable, giving him time to recover.
It was a mistake.
Though he was wheezing, Eric was prepared for her low kick. He used both hands to grab her around the knee and barely had time to react before he lifted her up and her back slammed into the mat.
"Pathetic," he hissed, staring down at her coldly.
Tris pulled her leg back again and aimed for his knee. To her surprise, it connected, bringing him down on the mat beside her.
They stared at each other for a few long moments. Tris was trying desperately not to think about their night together at this inopportune time, but it was difficult. His eyes were beautiful and stormy and focused on her.
"Again, Stiff."
It went on like that all morning. They skirted around the mat on the defense, neither one trying to inflict any real damage on the other. Tris was grateful that Eric hadn't called her out on her reaction times, so, in turn, she said nothing about his obvious distraction.
All in all, it wasn't one of her most productive training days.
When lunch time came around, Tris was surprised. She hadn't realized they'd been at it for so long.
"Grab a shower before you eat. I'm taking you to Erudite for a meeting."
"What kind of meeting?" Tris asked, suddenly nervous. He glared at her, but otherwise didn't give an answer.
She followed him into the locker room dutifully, but froze when he peeled his shirt off his sweaty body.
"What are you doing?" Her question came out in a higher pitch than she had meant to use.
"Getting a shower," he replied, as if she were stupid. Without any hesitation, he kicked off his shoes and dropped his training shorts, leaving him naked in front of her, once more.
Tris' gaze was immediately drawn to his dick, which still looked intimidating, even soft.
"See something you like, Stiff?"
She realized she was staring, but didn't even try to apologize. He had stripped right in front of her afterall. Maybe he wanted her to look.
"You know I do," she told him honestly.
He chuckled and crossed his arms in front of his chest, pulling her attention upwards.
"Well? Aren't you going to do something about it?"
He was smirking quite arrogantly by the time her eyes made it back to his face.
She licked her lips.
And pulled her top off.
That wiped the smirk off his face.
It was clear he had thought she wouldn't be brave enough to do anything, not here in the locker room.
She took her time taking her clothes off, not wanting to make a fool out of herself while Eric watched.
Through it all, she stayed remarkably calm and soon she stood before him in nothing but a smile.
"Tris..."
"Come on," she took his hand in hers. He didn't fight her as she led him to one of the many shower stalls on the back wall of the locker room.
As she turned the knobs to adjust the water temperature, Eric came up behind her and pressed his lips to her neck.
She tilted her head to the side to give him better access, sighing as his teeth scraped along her skin and the warm water cascaded over the front of her body.
Eric pressed himself into her back and she swore she was going to combust. His body was hard and slick with sweat from their training session and his skin slid against hers with delicious friction. Even better was the way his dick was growing harder against her back with every passing moment. Looks like he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
She turned around, hands reaching for him of their own accord and he let out a heavy sigh when her fingers wrapped around his length. He rested his forehead on her shoulder.
Tris stroked him, watching in disbelief as he lengthened even more under her touch. She wished she could see the emotions play accross his face, but had to settle for watching him writhe against her, burying his face in the crook of her neck and breathing heavily.
She loved how he was so responsive. It made her feel powerful and strong to have him at her mercy. She grew more confident in her movements, stroking him harder and faster, making him groan.
When he raised his head up to look at her, Tris smiled, pleased with herself. He looked completely wild and lost in the moment with her, just as he had looked during their night together. It was another memory she would keep close.
Eric's hands made their way from her hips to her ass.
"Put your arms around me," he demanded, as his hands found purchase in the back of her thighs.
He meant to pick her up, Tris realized, hesitating for only a moment. She put her arms around his neck and sure enough he lifted her from the ground. Tris wrapped her legs around him instinctively.
Up here, he was so close that she couldn't help but to lean forward and kiss him. He responded eageraly, enthusiasticly.
Eric took several steps forward until Tris felt the cold wall at her back. She could feel his dick pressing up against her entrance, so close to where she needed him.
He entered her with one long thrust upward, and Tris cried out in surprise of the pleasure. It was even better than she remembered. She raked her nails down his neck to his shoulders, digging in as he pumped into her hard and fast.
Tris knew this wasn't going to be the long and drawn out orgasm from before. His movements were frantic with need. His urgency, along with the fact that he was also supporting her weight, made Tris fear that their time was limited.
That was okay, because Tris could feel her orgasm approaching. Each one of his thrusts brought her closer to the precipice and all she could do was hold on and enjoy the ride.
Eric did not stop, did not slow down, but began pounding into her roughly. His hands were still on her ass, holding her up, and she had to marvel at his strength and stamina. He never failed to impress.
"Oh, god," she moaned, feeling the pressure building up again. She bounced up and down on his dick as he thrust into her, which he really seemed to enjoy, especially when her walls clamped around him like a vice from her sudden orgasm.
He called out her name as he came, his hips stilling on the upward thrust, spilling deep inside her.
The entire act was over in minutes.
They were both panting heavily as if they had just run a marathon, but Eric did not release her right away. He was gripping her by the hips so tightly that Tris wondered if he meant to hurt her.
"Eric," she called, wiggling a little in his arms. He seemed to get the hint and set her down slowly on her feet. Her arms were still around his neck, her body still pressed intimately against his. She didn't want to let go, not ever, but the very last thing she wanted was to scare him away. So she drew away, instantly mourning the loss of his intense body heat.
The water, still running, was lukewarm on her skin, but felt freezing without Eric against her. She turned her back to him and twisted the tap, trying to bring the heat back so she could wash herself.
Eric surprised her by leaning forward and kissing her shoulder.
"You're so fucking perfect, Tris," he whispered against her skin.
She froze, not sure she had heard him correctly.
It wasn't some grand declaration of his feelings, but, coming from Eric, it might as well have been.