AN: This story is for CynDLou12, who had requested an expansion of the one shot for "His Eager Student", thank you for your constant support! Hope you enjoy!
He couldn't believe he had fucked Tris Prior.
Him actually trusting her to give him a tattoo was one thing, because he's not let anyone but Tori Wu work on his tattoos since he was an initiate. Then moving into a decent conversation with Tris was okay too. Sharing a joint with her, very surprising, but it helped loosen them both up. He absolutely didn't expect their conversation to get as personal as it did.
He certainly didn't expect to barely have time to roll a condom on before bending her over her tattoo chair and slamming into her from behind. Not only that, he never in a million years expected her to have begged him for it.
Eric knew that Tris had been unhappy in her relationship with Four, anyone with two working eyes could see she was more Dauntless than the other former Stiff would ever be, but he had no idea that her biggest issue with her ex was the sexual incompatibility. How anyone could listen to her silky voice, coming from those perfectly plump lips, begging someone to just fuck her hard and fast and refuse was beyond him.
However, he's glad that Four was too much of a Stiff to satisfy her, because goddamn the sex was good. It's only been two days since he saw her, and he's already craving her. He has no idea if she even wanted to see him again, but he has to try. It was some of the hottest sex of his life, mostly because it was extremely unexpected, and he wants it again.
It wasn't that Tris wasn't noticeable, but she seemed attached at the hip to Four since she fell into the net. Eric never particularly liked Four, but even with their competitive history he never considered swooping in on Tris, even after she'd become single. She was a former Abnegation, and even though he knew she belonged in Dauntless, he had no need for a relationship, and he had assumed that Tris was a relationship type of woman.
Except that she'd begged him to go harder when he had her bent over her chair, and she wasn't the one seeking him out, it's him craving her.
He'd at least text her if he could, but when he'd asked for her number after their first encounter she managed to avoid answering.
It frustrated him.
He could abuse his power and just access her member record, but his ego is too big for that. He needs to make sure she wants him too. He's not going to chase her, he had no issues finding a willing person to fuck, and he'd been having casual, yet safe sex encounters with random women and men for years now. Eric loved sex - especially adventurous sex with someone who was just as kinky as he was, and with his sexual fluidity, and the casual nature of younger Dauntless, it was easy to find willing partners. However, Tris was something unexpected, and someone he wanted to corrupt as long as she'd let him.
He had so much to show her. So he'll chase her, at least for today.
"Hey Eric, I didn't know you were scheduled today. I'm actually about to head out, I'm still feeling like shit. Blade is covering for me if you want to wait for him, oh and Dascha is on her way in too, so someone can at least get you set up with an appointment." Tori says, and he can see the unusual color on her skin, looking pale and almost green.
"No Tris?" He asks and she nods.
"She's here. I keep forgetting that you actually let her touch you." She replies with as much of a smirk as she can manage.
"Wait, what?" Eric asks, clearly caught off guard.
"Your tattoo. Jesus, why are you two so squirrelly when I mention either of you in the same sentence? I'm out, they're all here and someone can take care of whatever you need."
"Take care, I'll check with one of them." He replies and she nods once before scrambling out of the shop.
Tris catches his eye as she walks her appointment to the reception area for payment and follow up, and Eric tries to play it cool. The man is familiar, and he's obviously flirting with her as she tries to keep things light and professional while taking care of the transaction.
Eric wonders if he was just one of many that Tris was fucking. He keeps his eyes on her, and he can tell that she knows it. The guy is definitely shooting his shot, not that he blames him, Tris is understatedly and naturally sexy, and Eric watches as he slips Tris his number.
She smiles back at the man, writes something on a slip and hands it to him.
Interesting.
"My next appointment is here Adam, but I'll see you soon, okay?" She says and the dark haired man smiles at her and then makes his way out the door. She approaches Eric with a confused look, "Tori had to leave, were you supposed to work with her?"
He shakes his head, "I'm here for you. I didn't have any way of getting ahold of you, so I took my chances that you'd be working." He tries to play it cool, but he can already feel his dick twitching in his pants at the way she's biting her bottom lip.
"I forgot to give you my number." She replies quietly.
"It doesn't seem like you forgot to give it to that dude who just came in," Eric raises an eyebrow at her and she looks up at him through her long lashes.
"I wrote down his next tattoo appointment's date and time. You'd know the routine if you didn't just come in here and demand service." She grins at him.
"You're not wrong," He chuckles, "Why do I get your number and not that poor sucker who just left here?" Eric presses his luck and Tris cuts her eyes at him.
"He's business. You're pleasure. I don't mix the two." Tris replies evenly and it takes everything he has not to maul her right there in the lobby.
They exchange numbers, and when Eric sends her an immediate text and hears the alert from her phone he smiles again, "Do you have time for me?" He asks in a low voice.
"I do." She nods.
Tris leads him back to her station, and he glances around the room, thinking about the two long days ago when he'd bent her over and fucked her raw.
"Did you have something in mind?" She asks.
"The work you did last time was amazing." Eric says and Tris leans her head to one side, clearly picking up the double meaning of his words.
"Are you here for more?"
"Fuck yes I am." Eric admits.
"Ink or..." She trails off.
"Or..." He repeats with a smirk and she raises her eyebrows at him.
"You're going to have to tell me, Eric." She replies.
"I want to fuck you again." He says bluntly and she smiles briefly before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
She finally pulls it out of her mouth and he watches as her tongue soothes the irritated skin, "Why me?"
"I enjoyed it." He replies vaguely.
"What part?"
"All of it." He replies.
"Why not just let it be one time? Do you normally return to your hookups?" She asks.
He recoils a bit, she's not wrong, but he didn't like hearing it, "No, but you to want some of the same things I do." He retorts.
"What kind of things do you want?" She asks softly and he has to adjust himself.
"We can have a repeat of last time." He replies and she shakes her head.
"No."
He backs away from her a bit, "Oh. Look, I didn't mean to assume-"
"I want to try something new." She replies and this time it's his eyebrows that raise, "I've been thinking about you too, and last night I even thought about you when I got myself off. Have you done the same since our encounter?" She asks.
"Yes." He admits, and a smile plays at her lips.
"I want to be watched while I get myself off."
"By me?" He asks.
"For now." She replies, "Is that okay with you?" She asks.
"It's definitely okay." He says. He watches as she lifts her tank top over her head, exposing her flesh colored bra. He can see her nipples straining against the fabric, and he can make out the outline of a barbell piercing in each one, "It's more than okay, but who else do you want to watch you, Tris?" Eric asks as she slips her jeans off, showing a matching pair of hip hugging underwear.
"Not me, us. If we were to have sex again, would you let someone watch us?" She asks.
"Yeah." He replies as he rubs himself on the outside of his jeans.
"What about participate?" She asks.
"Whatever you want." He shrugs.
"Man or woman?" She teases him by putting her hand inside of her underwear and cupping herself.
"Doesn't matter to me."
"Good," She says as she moves her hand and plays with the waistband of her underwear. He reaches for her, but she backs away and shakes her head at him, "You don't get to touch, just watch." She replies.
She slides her underwear off and he sees her neatly trimmed pussy, just begging to be touched. He rubs the bulge in his pants harder as she slides her bra off her shoulders as well, standing in front of him completely naked. She crawls into her chair, leaning back and spreading her legs wide so he has a perfect view. He watches as she snakes one hand between her legs, her fingers teasing her folds, while her other hand tugs on her own nipple.
"I've always wanted to do this." She says quietly as she begins to circle her clit, "I've wanted to get myself off while someone got their own pleasure from watching me. Do you like what you're seeing?"
"Fuck yeah I do." He growls and she smiles as she enters a finger inside of herself.
She's hot. No, she's something beyond hot, her dark blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, her breasts are full and definitely enough for him to get a handful.
If she'd just let him.
He moves towards her and she shakes her head at him again, "You don't touch me. Touch yourself. Let me see you."
He's not ever had an audience when he jerks off, but with her naked, her fingers in her pussy and her eyes on him he's losing any of the inhibitions he once had. He unbuckles his belt, unbuttons and unzips his jeans and slides them and his boxers down his legs.
Tris has felt him inside of her, but she's surprised at just how large he really is. She watches as he spits in his hand and begins stroking his engorged penis.
"You're not going to let me fuck you again, are you?" He asks in a strained voice and she shakes her head.
"Not today." She replies.
"You like having this power over me, don't you?" He asks as he strokes faster and he watches as she rubs herself.
"Maybe." She breathes out.
He has to admit this is fucking hot.
"Tris, can I touch you yet?" He asks in a strained voice.
"No..." She trails off as a low moan escapes her lips, "Eric..."
He watches her and he can tell by the way she's arching her back that she's close. Her breathing is faster, and even though they're both trying to be quiet they both can't help the noises that escape.
"I'm going to come." She purrs and he moves closer to her.
"Me too..." He pants.
"Eric... I want it on me." She says breathily and his eyes widen.
"Where?"
"Anywhere you want." She tightens her thighs around her hand and he hears her whisper his name as she comes.
He follows behind her, painting her breasts with his release. He slumps against the chair and he braces his weight on his arm as he leans over her.
"That was... fuck Tris." He breathes out. He leans towards her, wanting to kiss her, but she turns her face away from him.
"It was hot, but I do have to clean up and get back to work before anyone notices you're here and there's no tattooing going on." She says quietly and he nods.
He helps her clean up then they both get dressed, and when she's pulling her tank top back on he finally finds his voice.
"You said not today." He says as he's buckling his belt.
"Hmm?" She hums at him as she pulls a brush through her hair.
"Us. A repeat performance."
Her hazel eyes meet his grey ones, "You want to make this a regular occurrence?"
"Maybe I do."
"Why?" She asks.
"You've obviously got some things you want to explore. You've been sexually repressed for a long time, and I can help you with it."
"So selfless of you." She laughs.
"Neither of us are looking for a relationship, so why not just enjoy each other?" He asks. He realizes he's on the verge of begging for her, but fuck he wants to keep this going. He wants to see exactly how far the little Stiff will let him go. She's much better than the randoms he usually ends up with, and she definitely keeps him on his toes.
"What if either of us want more?" She asks.
"I think we both know I'm not boyfriend material." He chuckles and she smirks at him, "But if either of us find something permanent, or if we catch one-sided feelings we end things. Feelings being involved in a casual relationship are a no-go."
He watches her, and he can tell she's considering what he's offered her, "We keep ourselves safe and clean. No diseases, no unwanted pregnancies, always practice safe sex with whoever we're with." Tris says, surprising him.
"No exclusivity?" He asks and she shakes her head.
"How could we ask for that if neither of us want a relationship?" She asks.
"Fair enough." He replies. He can't believe his luck, not only does she want to keep fucking him, she doesn't care if he continues to fuck others.
He wonders exactly how much she may know about his sexual history, especially with the things she was asking him earlier, and he's about to ask but she begins speaking again.
"We have a deal, Coulter. Now either get a tattoo, or get out, I need to work." She replies and he takes his shirt off.
"Tattoo it is." He smirks at her and she laughs again before beginning to sanitize her tools.
He watches her work, having a mental debate on how much to press his luck today, "What other things are on your list?"
She doesn't turn, "I just want to do things I haven't tried before. I mean, how can I know what I like and don't like sexually if I don't try everything."
"That's pretty much the same way I've felt for awhile." He replies honestly.
She glances back at him, "So nothing is off limits for you, I mean within reason, you know?"
"Nothing." He replies with a sexy smile.
"We're going to have a lot of fun together." She smiles back at him.