AN: Hi again! Trying to get back on my Wednesday and Sunday schedule for updates. This one is mostly finished, except edits, and is looking to be around 12 chapters. Hope you enjoy and see you Sunday.


He wasn't her first after Four. Eric's not sure why that surprised him, but when they were talking during the first few weeks of their arrangement Tris had let it slip that she'd fucked a random guy after a night out in The Pit. Eric felt a twinge of jealousy, but he shook it off when she admitted it was before she and Eric started their interactions, and while it was better than Four, it was nothing like what she and Eric had done thus far. That helped his ego a bit, especially since they've only been able to have quickies in the tattoo shop or other spots that are off the beaten path around the faction. Their first few weeks of sleeping together has literally been just the thrill of being caught, and he was afraid she'd bore of it quickly.

Neither of them had.

She'd told him about another curiosity of hers, the sex shop downstairs. She'd been in several times with friends, but she never knew exactly what to buy. Eric had asked her several questions, gauging her interest in toys, and somehow they stumbled into a fantasy that both of them had - teasing each other to the point of one of them breaking, just to see who could hold out the longest. Tris had opened up the dialogue, saying she enjoyed the idea of being built up to the point of explosion, just to finally have all of the teasing cultivate in sex.

That's all it took, because Eric loved a competition.

Earlier that week Eric had dropped into her shop in the middle of the workday, surprising her when he'd snuck in through the employee entrance and showed up in her room. They didn't have time for sex right then, but he'd brought her a gift that he wanted her to try. Her eyes lit up when he presented her with the package, which was a small silver bullet shaped device. He'd explained that she'd use her muscles to keep it inside of her, and that it could only be activated by a long range remote that he'd planned on keeping.

She was excited, and even though they weren't going to have sex at the moment he couldn't just leave without helping her put it in. He tested it while still in the room, and she drew in a sharp intake of breath when she felt it for the first time.

They were going to like this new game. A lot.

The sound it made blended in to the hum of the tattoo guns that were always in use in the shop, and the first time he'd activated it she'd been working on a back tattoo for one of her regulars. He didn't tease her for long, just a few short bursts to let her know that he was thinking of her.

Until later that day, right after his shift had ended which was his usual time to show up at the shop, he decided to play a little harder, and he'd activated the vibrator and used it's different patterns. She'd tried to shrug it off, but her red cheeks and broken voice had given her away. Her client had asked if she was okay, and she'd lied and said she was just overly warm and needed a second to splash some cold water on her face. She disappeared into the bathroom to ride out the orgasm she could no longer starve off, and when she finally did get to splash some water on her face she was more than relaxed.

When her text alert goes off she can't help but laugh.

E: Are you enjoying your gift?

T: Very much so.

E: Good. I was thinking about the things I wanted to do to you, and when I couldn't stop thinking about it I thought maybe it was time for you to be just as fucking horny as me.

T: It absolutely worked.

E: Did you come?

T: I did.

E: Fuck. That's so hot. I'm not giving in though, not yet.

T: I want to try something new.

E: I'm all ears.

T: I'm going to get you a similar gift, and when I'm thinking of you I get to activate it.

E: I like this idea a lot.

T: I plan on making you break.

E: How so?

T: It's going to be our foreplay, and I totally have more resolve than you.

E: You think so?

T: I know so, I'm a former Abnegation.

E: How do I know that you won't find someone else to please you while we're playing this game?

T: Will you?

E: I can hold out for whatever my prize will ultimately be, can you?

T: I can.

E: If this is a true competition, masturbation should be off the table, do you agree?

T: I say we cannot bring ourselves to orgasm, but if the toys do... what can we do?

E: That's fair enough. You ready for the torture of not having me at your beck and call?

T: You'll break well before me tough guy.

E: Game on.

Tris kept her promise and right after her shift she'd bought Eric a cock ring with a vibrating device that matched hers, except his was aimed towards his perineum. They spent several days teasing each other with their new toys, and staying away from each other, until Eric had enough and showed up at the tattoo shop as Tris was closing up one evening. He threw her over his shoulder and stomped to her room, where he closed and locked the door after depositing her in her chair.

"Six fucking times, Tris. Six fucking times today you've activated this thing knowing I had meetings in Candor all day." He growls at her as he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants, "Five times you brought me to the cusp of coming in my pants, and the sixth I had to go jerk off in one of their bathrooms before they'd even dismissed us for a break." He drops his pants and boxers to his ankles and yanks her to the edge of her chair, "Take off your fucking pants, Tris."

"Does this mean I win?" She grins at him.

"Tris, I swear to god, if you don't take your pants off I'm ripping them off with my teeth." He replies.

"Just tell me I won. I held out longer." She replies as she toys with the hem of her leggings.

He rolls a condom on his already engorged length, "Two seconds."

"You're going to have to take it out." She says as she pulls her leggings and underwear down, and he dives between her legs. He pulls the bullet out of her tight channel, then begins licking and sucking on her clit, much to her surprise.

"Eric..." She tries to pull his hair up but he refuses to budge, "Eric..."

He finally realizes he may have scared her and he looks up at her, wiping his face on her inner thigh, "You okay?"

"I've never, no one's ever..." He sees her blush and he shakes his head.

"Let me make you feel good."

"You always do this?" She asks and he shakes his head.

"No. It's not something that I do with a random hookup." He admits.

"Do you... do you like it with me?" She asks.

"I do. You taste so good, and you absolutely turn me on Tris. I really like it." He replies as he lazily rubs her bundle of nerves, "Am I okay to continue?"

"Tell me I won first." She grins at him and he bites her inner thigh before continuing kissing down her leg.

"You won," He sighs at her, "Tris, I'm dying here. I want to taste you."

"Continue," She grins at him before he dives back in.

She can't form a coherent thought as she feels his warm tongue lick a stripe right down her slit, his fingers working in her core while his mouth alternates between licking and sucking a place no one else ever has.

"Oh god..." She moans loudly and Eric chuckles.

"Tris, you've gotta be quiet. People can still hear us back here, even if they're not in the shop." He warns.

She nods quickly and when he picks up where he left off she throws her arm across her mouth to swallow the sounds she's making. Her whole body feels hot, and she can feel her orgasm hitting her full speed like a freight train. She undulates her hips up, and she shamelessly rides his face as she comes hard against him.

She has no time to recover before he's slammed inside of her, pumping in her at a punishing pace as she bites on her arm to keep from screaming his name. She opens her eyes briefly, finding Eric staring down at her, and he leans in again and tries to kiss her but she manages to put her arm back across her mouth one more time.

"Can I come on you again?" He asks and she nods, realizing this seems to be one of his kinks.

He pulls out of her, pulls the condom off and drops it to the floor and she watches as he strokes himself while pumping his fingers in and out of her. She pulls her shirt up just in time, as he spurts across her abdomen and stomach. She watches in fascination as his face contorts, and when he opens his eyes he's in total bliss.

"We both won." She says when she's finally caught her breath and Eric is wiping her stomach with some tissues.

"Yeah, I'd agree with that. I liked the game. Want to try something else?" He asks and she quirks an eyebrow at him.

"I'm listening." She says as she pulls her leggings up.

She's surprised when he starts helping her close the shop, wiping things down, even sweeping the floor as they talk about his next idea. She can feel the deep blush on her face when he explains what sexting is, but as soon as he does she's immediately intrigued.

"So we just text each other, and pretty much tell the other what we'd like to do?" She asks and he nods.

"Yup."

"Masturbation?" She asks and he shakes his head.

"I think this time we avoid the toys, and we don't masturbate. No sex with each other, or anyone else, while we build everything up." He replies.

"Yeah, okay I like it. Anything off limits?" She asks and he grins at her.

"Nope. The beauty of sexting is that our usual rules don't apply." He replies evenly and she nods.

"Game on. I'm already looking forward to my next victory."

Her confidence was broken on only the second day in.

E: This meeting reminds me of you.

T: How so?

E: All I can think of is how I'd spread you across this table and have my way with you.

T: In the middle of a meeting?

Tris smiles at her phone. It's a slow as hell day in the shop, and knowing that Eric is thinking about her while he's supposed to be paying attention in a meeting is slightly erotic.

E: You don't want to be on display?

T: Maybe in the right circumstances, but I'm not sure if I'd feel comfortable in front of leaders :P

E: You like it when I watch.

T: I do.

E: You've not shied away from sex in very public places.

T: True.

E: So when the leaders take a break, and you happen to be on our floor, I slyly get you into the room. I lock the door behind us and push you up against it.

T: I was already on the leadership floor looking for you. I purposely wore a dress, without panties, just like you like.

E: Oh, I've already noticed. I'm crouched in front of you, with one of your legs on my shoulder, and my mouth is almost right where you want it.

T: Almost?

E: I'm blowing warm air on you, and taking deep breaths in. I can smell just how much you want me.

T: How?

E: You have a smell that's uniquely you. It's one of my new favorite smells, and I love it when it's all over my face. I love when I can still smell you after we've been together. Sometimes, I don't even wash my hands, because I know I'll lose it.

Her cheeks burn, and there's an ache between her legs.

T: So what will you do next?

E: It's not what I will do, it's what you're going to do. I can see the way you keep undulating your hips towards me, and I feel your leg pulling me closer.

T: I run my fingers through your hair, messing it up, thinking about how when people see you again they'll know you were up to no good.

E: What else?

T: I yank on your hair, and I put your face right where I want it. I rub against you.

E: And I run my tongue through your soaked lips. You're dripping, and I can't get enough of it.

T: I can't stop moving against your face, and I beg you to keep going.

E: I wrap my lips around your clit, and I can hear you moan loudly. It turns me on to think of people out in the hall hearing you, especially if they know I'm the one doing it.

T: Your lips are so warm. God they feel so good, and I can feel you flicking your tongue against me.

E: I do that until you're whimpering, you're begging me.

T: I'm begging you to suck on it. Ever since that first time, it's all I've wanted.

E: But I won't do it. I slide two fingers inside of you, and I can feel how you flex around me.

T: I keep begging you to just help me. I just want you to make me come.

E: I finally give you what you want, and I get my sweet reward when I feel you coming all over my face. You're so wet, and I can feel my mouth just being soaked with your juices.

Tris finally had to close the door to her room. It's not like they had anything going on. The lull in business always came in the weeks leading up to a new training class, and today was downright depressing with how slow it was.

E: I can feel your legs shaking, and your body is trembling against mine. When I make my way up, I press against you, and I can see the wild look in your eyes.

T: Because I want you. I want you so bad.

E: I kiss you, I make sure you can taste yourself on me, and you love it. Your rules are out the fucking door, and your practically licking my face to taste every bit of your essence.

Tris rubs her thighs together and she rubs her breasts on the outside of her shirt.

T: When are you off work?

E: Meetings wrapping up now.

T: I need you here.

Eric smirks. He's trying to calm his own erection so he can actually leave the room, so he tries to half ass participate in small talk to distract him from his raging boner. Tris keeps texting him, begging him to come see her after work, and he finally replies.

E: Does this mean I win?

T: Once you get here, we will both win.

When Eric shows up a half an hour later, Tris is already waiting for him, but when he tries to kiss her once they're in the privacy of her tattoo room she once again turns her head. He rests his chin on her shoulder and blows warm breath on her neck.

"Still can't get you to break the rules huh?" He says quietly as he starts pressing kisses on her bare shoulder. The casual off the shoulder top gives him perfect access to her skin, and also excites him because it means she's likely not wearing a bra.

"I want to try something different." She breathes out when his teeth drag across her skin.

"Whatever you want." He replies huskily.

She pulls his face down to hers, then turns his head so she can whisper in his ear, "I want to suck your dick."

He jerks his head towards her, "You're sure?"

She nods her head and begins to unbuckle his belt. He watches in almost shock as she unbuttons his pants and then slowly drags his zipper down.

"Is there any reason I shouldn't?" She asks and he shakes his head, "Then I will, but I may need you to guide me, I've never done this before."

As soon as her warm mouth is wrapped around him, the lesson begins.