A/N – I do not own Eric, Sookie or any of the other characters in the SVM books. They belong to the most talented writer, Charlaine Harris. All the other characters are my creation.

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Well... not really what you want, but believe me, I would send a real Eric to every single one of you if I could. Of course I would get to keep my 3 E's for myself! *winks*

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We are back to Sookie in this chapter. Enjoy my longest DD chapter to date, 9 long pages! I hope I don't disappoint you! *blushes*

DREAM DOCTOR

IX

SPOV

Friday, April the third, the day of my second appointment.

More than a week had passed since I left the hospital. And more than 133 hours, 33 minutes and 3 seconds since I last saw him.

Eric.

He left in a hurry after my brother Jason entered the room and didn't return later in the day or the next day. I could swear we were having a moment before Alcide showed up. But I guess I must have misunderstood all the signs. God! I was so not good in understanding signs.

If I was, I would have been able to know much sooner that Bill was cheating on me. Another thing I must have totally misunderstood was feeling that Eric wanted to punch Alcide as soon as he entered the room. Honestly, why would he? It's not like Alcide did anything wrong. He even brought me flowers, the sweet guy.

Alcide stayed for a while longer and apologized profusely for all the harm that came to me in his club. I didn't blame him for anything that had happened, so I set his mind at ease by telling him that. Before he left, he said he would be calling me soon to see when I would feel good enough to go out with him, as in a date.

I shouldn't be surprised or shocked at the request, and I should have told him that it would be better if we just remained friends, but I ended up just answering "Okay" like an idiot. He was a very interesting guy, really handsome and sweet, but I didn't want to date him. I'd rather have him as a sweet good friend.

Sweet! Amelia would have a blast if she heard my internal monologue. She had once told me that women never looked, wanted, or paid any attention to the sweet guys, because they tended to be plain old boring. Women always wanted the bad boys. They were mysterious, daring, fun, dominant in and out of bed, and basically they always held the promise of a fantastic, orgasmic fuck!

I never understood that concept of hers. I never looked for the bad boy. I never had a bad boy in my life. Or just a plain sweet one, either. Most of my boyfriends – and Bill in particular – could be put under the sweet guy category at first sight, but where they fit best was in the bastard category. Fuck them! Fuck Bill, and all the bastards that pretended to be sweet.

I should get myself a bad boy. A sweet bad boy, with equal parts sweet and bad. Right! Like I would have any luck in getting one in my boring life. However, I shouldn't be complaining, at least I had three very sweet bad boys in my dreams. I should be more than happy about that. But dammit, why couldn't I find just one in real life?

Eric.

He was real. But, there was no way I would be lucky enough to have him. He was out of my league and definitely not into me. Hell! He couldn't get out of my room fast enough when Jason showed up at the hospital, like it was the last place on earth he wanted to be. The image of seeing him racing out the door still hurt. I held my hopes high of seeing him later on or before I left the hospital, though. But that never happened.

He never came.

Pam did. She showed up a couple of times, but I was too chicken shit to ask about Eric. I had his card and I kept it with me the whole time. Jesus, I even slept with it under my pillow. I had it always with me, every damn day and night, so I could have something of him close to me. Pathetic!

Even more so when I fell into the weird ritual of dialing his phone number three times every night. And let it ring three times before I hang up. He did answer the phone at least three of those times, but after hearing his "Hello" I lost the courage to say anything and just ended the call as fast as I could.

Stalker much? Good thing my new phone number was not identified or even listed. I had requested that to the phone company when I got it changed after I broke up with Bill.

I needed to hear his voice. It somehow soothed me or even somewhat calmed me each night after my dreams. If they didn't stop, soon I would surely spontaneously combust in my bed after experiencing so many dreamy orgasms.

My three Gods were still in my dreams, every single night. But the dreams were a bit different now; dark. Literally. They were in the dark, and kept in the dark. I could not see my men; just hear and feel them. And they were driving me nuts, both my dreams and the men in them.

Games. We played them now. One of them was recurrent. One of the males would get to me or touch me and I had to identify him. Erik was easy. He was cold, so I never had problems in identifying him. Eiríkr and Eric were harder to differentiate. They were both warm. If I could touch them I always went for the hair and then I could tell who was who.

The thing was, I wasn't allowed to touch them. Sometimes my hands were even tied down. Only when and if I identified them correctly I was allowed to do with them whatever I wished. It was pure thrilling torture. I did mix them up a few times and... well, I was punished! And... Damn, I loved it! Every single minute of it.

Jesus fucking Christ, if my dreams turned even more kinkier I would book myself some appointments with Pam as soon as I could. I definitely needed to get laid for real, or maybe I should just get some... sex toys! I groaned in frustration at my desperate and needy thoughts.

I threw the covers, got out of bed and went into the bathroom. After taking a very cold shower I headed to the kitchen to make myself some coffee and pancakes. I loved pancakes, and I was needing them badly today. At least my stomach would be satisfied even if my pussy wasn't. Shit! I was on the verge of becoming a sex deprived bitch in heat. Double... no... Triple SHIT!

While I was sating a part of myself eating a delicious pancake dripping with honey, Amelia called me. She wanted to check if our night out was still on for later and I assured her that yes, it was definitely more than on. I needed to get out, have fun, dance a lot and arrive home completely exhausted so I could pass out immediately when I hit the bed.

No dreams for me then. I would sleep like a rock. Just before she hang up she told me that I shouldn't forget about my 3:33 p.m. appointment with Eric. I think I mumbled something to her and quickly said "see you later" and hung up the phone like it was on fire.

I had promised Eric I would go to our 2nd session, and I never had broken a promise to anyone before, but I was seriously thinking about doing it now. I was having second thoughts about going. It's not like I would be missed. The person who booked the three appointments for me had already paid them in advance, so that was covered.

Goddamn, that was another thing that had been driving me nuts lately. Who was that person? I asked Jason, Amelia and all my friends about it, but all of them answered the same thing: No! None of them admitted having booked those appointments for me. Who could it be?

I was starting to depress myself, so I decided to do something useful instead. I went to do some house cleaning. It would keep me busy. And it would take me time to do it because I couldn't use my broken arm too much, but I had still plenty of free time until the afternoon. Then I would decide whether I was going to my appointment or not. Very un-Sookie-like, I usually planned things well ahead of time.

Oh, the hell with it! I would go into town and I would decide if I was going to it when I got there. Period. I was feeling adventurous. Fuck Sookie, the always on time, the always correct, the always reliable, the always planned-in-advance girl. I was having none of it for the day. Whatever I felt like doing, I would do it, and if I felt like doing it at all.

I cleaned the house as best as I could and went to make myself some lunch afterward. I ate tricolori pasta with mozzarella cheese and oregano. Yum! Another one of my favorite foods. After I ate, I washed the dishes and then took the last pile of clothes from the dryer. I folded and put them in my room. Finally, I decided to go into town.

It was almost 3 p.m. when I parked my car close to the hospital. And again, I decided to go into the little coffee place. I asked for a coffee and sit at the same computer as last time. As soon as I was sitting down I clicked open an Internet Explorer page and typed the web address for hotmail. I was in the process of typing my password when I started giggling like a fool.

Why? Well, I was SS (Sookie Stackhouse or Sex Starved) at hotmale dot com. No doubt Sookie girl was in dire need of a very special communication with a hot male. But I knew I wasn't going to find it in my inbox because it would surely be like last time... empty. Zero e-males.

I ended up not checking my email and opened instead one of the best pages I knew. Fanfiction. Whenever I could I always went there to read some amazing stories about my favorite book/TV characters. I never regretted a single minute of the time I spent on that page. The writers really were amazing and they got me hooked in their stories easily.

I had read and enjoyed so many already that I was almost feeling confident enough to start writing my very own. If I did I knew I would be welcome in that writing community; with open arms, not only as a reader but also as a writer. That was how fantastic that little web club was.

I didn't go to the appointment. I read, read and read. When I looked at the time it was already three minutes after my scheduled time. I knew I could still go inside because I wasn't that late, but I didn't feel like doing it. Even though I wanted to see Eric again... a lot!

As the old saying went: "Far from sight, far from the heart"... or was it: "Out of sight, close to the heart"? Whatever. I didn't remember. I was lousy with sayings. Maybe I should buy myself a calendar next year with lots of them instead of my usual word of the day one.

Calendar. I started to wonder how Eric would be like in the one Pam was organizing. Beautiful and hot as hell, no doubt. What if he had no clothes on? Oh, for the love of God, I wasn't going to let my mind go there. Even if it was a very tempting, oh, so delicious way. I definitely wasn't... but I wanted to!

I wasn't going and that was final. That way. Or to the appointment, either. Before I changed my mind, I quickly got out of the coffee place and sprinted to my car. I didn't even look back once so my eyes didn't get hypnotized by the red "Northman" letters. Out of sight, far from temptation?

I drove to the biggest shopping mall of the area. Good and bad idea. Good, because I managed to forget about time and it passed. Bad, because I ended up buying not one, but three very expensive dresses, three pairs of shoes and some other stuff I totally didn't need.

I indulged myself, shamelessly. And I was going to use one of those dresses later at night. It was smooth as satin and I named it the 'In the Mood' dress. It was mostly white but had some black parts too. It definitely fitted my mood and my personality. Not to mention the white in it matched the white on my casted arm. I even bought long white gloves so I could put one on my good arm. And I bought some gorgeous black high heel sandals with a multi-strapped open toe area adorned with sparkling diamante to go with it as well. (A/N - Check my Profile to see Sookie's dress)

I absolutely loved it! It made me feel good and I definitely needed to feel good about myself. At least about something. I had not kept my word for the very first time in my life and deep down I was feeling pretty bad. Even more so when I thought about the person I hadn't kept my word to.

Before I went home I had diner in a fast food joint. I had a very greasy, a very caloric and a very tasty meal. And that's where I realized that I had forgotten my cellular at home. Not that I was expecting any call so I guess I didn't really need it.

Amelia would be meeting me at 9 p.m. and by the time I finished my meal it was almost 7, so I drove straight home. Once there, I tried to find my cellular but couldn't place it. After looking practically in every damn place I could remember, I gave up. It was getting late and I needed to get ready for my night out with Amelia.

I wanted and needed to go out, and have lots of fun. I wanted to go out and party until morning. Broken arm and all. I would dance until my feet hurt. Of course, with my luck I should watch out and make sure I didn't end up in the hospital again. This time with a broken leg. Laughing at my most recent ridiculous train of thought, I went to get ready. Laughing out loud the whole time. Hell! Lately, I was all the time laughing about myself. How screwed up was that? Oh, no doubt I was. Definitely screwed... just not the way I wanted!

The door bell rang and with a last satisfied look at the mirror I went to open the door. I was feeling really damn good and I hoped it showed. As soon as I opened the door and Amelia saw me, she whistled at me appreciatively. She said that I was looking positively hot in my white and black dress, and that put me smiling big time. Yep, like a lunatic.

We were going to a party at one of her friend's. I tried to ask her several times where the party was, but she never told me. And kept saying that it was a surprise. A really good surprise. Not so much a good surprise was when she asked me why I didn't go to my appointment with Eric. I told her the truth, that I didn't feel like going to it. Surprisingly, she didn't say anything else.

She drove us through and out of the town. The whole trip must have taken less than half an hour. We passed an open gate and stopped after a few minutes in front of a magnificent house. It was breathtakingly beautiful and enormous. There were lights that let me see most of it and by the extension of the property I was sure it had a lot more than just a pool and a very big garden with lots of trees in it in the back. I got out of the car just gawking at the whole night view of it. During the day it would even look more stunningly beautiful.

Amelia was unusually quiet. She didn't say a word and just walked to the door. I could hear people talking and laughing inside. She rang the bell and Pam was the person who greeted us. Oh! So this was Pam's house and this was Pam's party. But why all the secrecy about it?

As soon as Pam saw us she hugged Amelia and kissed her fully on the lips. Whoa! I didn't see that coming. Then she turned to me. Would I get that same kind of 'hello'?! No. Pam hugged me and pecked me in my cheek. Then teasing time began.

"Sookie, so good to see you! I am glad you were able to come to my party. Does that mean you prefer me over Eric? I guess you do since you never showed up in his office today. I do wonder why you didn't show up, though. Care to explain? But do so only when we get inside the house. I am sure there are other ears that would love to hear what you have to say. Come on in." Pam led us inside the house and closed the door.

While she led us to the living room she explained to me that she was holding this party to celebrate the release of the All Doctors Calendar. Later in the evening she would show both of them. (A/N - Check Pam's and Eric's photos in my profile)

I barely uttered a word, I just nodded. She also told me that practically all the doctors who posed as models for it had already arrived. That meant Eric was inside that living room. I was going to see him again. In the flesh!

Shit! Would it be too awkward if I turned on my heels and asked Pam to call me a cab, because I wasn't feeling well, and needed to go home? Fuck, I guess it did. Not to mention the fact that I was in a house full of doctors, who surely wouldn't let me go anywhere before they figured out what was making me feel 'not well'. Damn it! There would be no running for me.

As soon as we entered the room Dr. Quinn and Dr. Claude Crane came to say hello to me. Besides them, Pam and Eric were the only ones I knew. But that soon changed because Pam took it upon herself to introduce me to every single one of them; male or female doctor as well as to their dates.

I knew Eric was in the room and I could almost feel his eyes burning holes into me. I kept talking, smiling, even laughing sometimes at Pam's and at others' funny remarks or jokes, but I never let my eyes roam the room to find his.

After I got introduced to everyone, Quinn asked me if I wanted a drink and I said yes. Liquid courage definitely was welcome. He parted us from the little group we were talking to and, placing a hand on my back, he guided me to where several free drinks were available for the taking.

I asked for vodka with lemon juice, no ice. Once I got it, I almost drank it all in one single gulp. Quinn laughed and said that I should take it easy because what I was drinking was powerful stuff. Swedish powerful stuff. Absolut vodka. He said that it was Eric's favorite drink according to Pam and that he always had some at home. Wait . . . What? This was Eric's home? Not Pam's?

Eric.

He was standing behind me. I could feel it and if I had any doubt left that he was, Quinn soon wiped it away. Nodding his head in a greeting or just acknowledging the presence of the other male, Quinn said: "Eric." And I turned or jumped around like a startled bunny. He looked absolutely gorgeous in his black suit with a white shirt underneath it. His eyes immediately locked into mine as I looked at him. I was suddenly in need of some more Absolut liquid courage. I drank it!

"Miss Stackhouse, I am so glad to see you are feeling better. It's a pleasure to have you in my house. Thank you for coming!" He greeted me, politely. But he was distant. His smile never reaching his eyes. I guess I must have greeted him back, but I was not 100 per cent sure on that.

I wasn't feeling very talkative all of a sudden. I went brain dead. Completely mute, without the ability to utter a word. My mouth was either feeling dry one minute or I expected my drool to start coming out of it, falling down on the black and white parts of my dress, in the next. Talk about unreal, stunning sensations. Or moments.

Luckily, I saw Pam and Amelia heading our way and they would save me from acting like a stammering, drooling fool. Idiot! What was I saying, Pam and Amelia save me? From an embarrassing moment? They would both love to add to it!

"Quinn, we need your help. Come with us and help us convince our very intelligent, very mature and very responsible colleagues that they need to loosen up! We are going to have some fun. Are you game?" Pam asked Quinn as soon as she got near us and we all looked at her.

"Sure, I'm game. What have you girls got in mind?" Quinn answered Pam while she claimed one of his arms and Amelia the other one.

"Oh, we want to play some games! They are always so much fun. Of course, the naughtier they are the better!" Pam answered and they all laughed as they started to walk away, ignoring Eric and me.

Just when I was almost letting out a sigh of relief for having been spared this time and had grabbed another glass of Absolut Citron to commemorate, Pam stopped in her tracks and looked back.

"Sookie girl, I believe you mentioned earlier on that there was something you wanted to tell Eric about, didn't you? Do take your time and then join us for some serious fun. If I have my way, we will soon be playing some very interesting games. But don't worry, we won't start our game session without you. Your presence is essential." She told me and I just stood there gawking at her.

Shit! Could I get any redder? Pam went straight for the kill. No beating around the bushes. I drank some more liquid courage. Only I didn't get the C factor, just the liquid burning down my throat. Scratch that, I did get the C factor. Coward Chicken Chick!

Suddenly, I wanted to run away! Just get out, get home and get under the covers in my bed. I wanted to hide my mortified self from everyone. But especially from Eric. A brunette provided me with the diversion I needed when she leaned on his arm and asked if she could have a word with him. She was beautiful and I suddenly got the animal urge of scratching her face. Bitch! Jealousy has always been a bitch!

Jealous?

I was not jealous. He wasn't mine. Fuming at my deranged thoughts, I tried to change them. I set my mind on finding the best escape route. I took a step back, turned quickly around and was going to run like hell. Clumsy Chicken Chick!

I took a step and collided with a glass in the hand of one of the party guests. My dress got soaked as the contents of the glass spilled on me. I blushed and apologized. The doctor holding the now empty glass was very kind and told me that I shouldn't worry about it. It was only water. He introduced himself as Calvin Norris and gave me a very sweet smile. I told him my name while he took my hand in both of his and kissed it. He sure was a quite charming and a very good looking gentleman. I liked him.

Idea. My dress was wet. Good reason to go away. I said my goodbyes to Calvin and told him I was going to call a cab and go home. When he offered to take me, Eric stepped in.

"That won't be necessary. Thank you Calvin, but as the host to this party I will see to Sookie's needs." Would he? Then he placed his hand on my lower back and started guiding me away from the crowded room. I let him.

Hell! How could I run away now? Did I even want to do that anymore when I was feeling his addictive touch on me? No! I wanted him to take care of all my needs. Would he?

No words between us. No need for them. He could take me anywhere he wanted. No complaints from me. God! If he took me straight to his room, told me to strip out of my wet dress so he could fuck me senseless, I would. Would he?

Just before we left the room I heard Pam saying: "So, what game are we going to play? Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle or "Dark Room"?" Laughter all around followed her question. Couldn't hear which one was the choice winner.

He took us upstairs through a set of stairs. When he stopped in front of a closed door my stomach clenched. He was taking me into his room. Yay! Not! He opened the door and it was a bathroom. A very impressive one, bigger than my room. Hell! Even the jacuzzi there was bigger than my bed.

He gave me a white towel and I pressed it against my chest, my stomach, and my belly. It got wet in no time. He removed it from my hand and set it on the sink. He was holding another dry one. But instead of giving it to me he started to do what I had just done. I closed my eyes and let him. No words from either of us.

He began by pressing the towel to my stomach. Then to my belly. My breathing soon became erratic. I was either almost panting or holding my breath. I bit my lip so I didn't let out a whimper when he started to rub the towel lightly over the lower part of my belly.

Wet. I was. On my breasts, on my stomach, on my belly, on my pu... NO! My pussy was not just wet. It was absolutely dripping wet. I wanted his hand to go lower... badly! It didn't. It went higher. Over the expanse of my belly, my stomach until it stopped on one of my breasts. I moaned and opened my eyes.

The lights went off. I squeaked and jumped into his arms. He held me close by encircling my body with one of his strong arms. His hand was now trapped between us and still on my breast. Suddenly, I wanted the towel, my dress, his shirt and suit to disappear between us. No fabric, just skin. Automatically, my arms went around him and my head rested on his chest. God! He smelled wonderful. Within a few seconds I was... high! On him!

I had drunk a bit too much already so I was fueled. Dark courage. As in courage because it was pitch black. I stood on the tips of my toes until our mouths were a breath apart. I whispered a heartfelt "Thank you...", a sincere "I'm sorry..." and in a sudden burst of that dark courage I brushed my lips over his. Slowly the first time. Even more leisurely on the second pass. The third time I'd intended to leave my mouth pressed to his, just to see if he'd kiss me back. But Eric stole that third kiss from me. His velvety tongue snaked out and traced the seam of my lips. I gasped and his wicked tongue dove straight into my open mouth.

Eric's fingers went up my spine and tightened in my hair. He tilted my head, devouring my mouth with wet sucking kisses. The hand on my breast squeezed it and then released it. I whimpered. His hand slid down to my hip. It caressed my lower back, my rump and my thigh. Before long, my dress was not covering my leg anymore. His hand glided beneath the satiny fabric. The heat of his palm on my bare skin was as potent as an electric charge. He palmed my leg, my butt, my lower back and urged my pelvis closer to his. I felt his hard erection pressed against me. That coupled with his greedy kisses set my blood on fire. The man could inflame my entire body in seconds.

"More..." he growled against my mouth. Then he kissed me harder. Deeper. Plastering my body to his. Grinding our hips together in a show of raw sexual power. He cranked my need higher, tighter, hotter with each consuming kiss. Yes, yes, yes... this was what I'd been dying for. Who would want to run away from this moment, from this man? Not me!

I dug my fingernails into his scalp, returning his passion. Then I let my other eager hand drift down and I grabbed his perfectly shaped butt. He groaned and pressed my back against the sink. That only spurred me on. Boldly, I slid my hand between our bodies and within seconds I skilfully had unfastened his belt. Even faster, my hand slid inside his pants, inside his boxers wrapping itself around his long and thick cock. Gracious God! He was huge. And I wanted all that gracious plenty buried deep inside me. The sooner, the better.

He growled my name against my lips and his hand cupped me. One of his fingers slid under my panties and coated itself in my womanly juices. After some teasing movements it slid inside me and began to move. In and out. In. Out. Two fingers slid inside me and kept the same rhythmical in and out movements. Panting, mindless, I lost myself to the moment. The smooth, fast glide of his hard long fingers against my swollen sex. His greedy mouth sucking on my throat, nipping it lightly.

I had begun to pump him as soon as his fingers slid inside me and after he bit me I increased my pace. He claimed my mouth and we both ate our strained moans. I couldn't get enough of him. I never did in my dreams and I sure wasn't in real life. We rocked in tandem. In opposition. In harmony.

God, I was drowning. I couldn't breath because of all the strong sensations invading me from all sides. Clumsily, my casket arm ended up hitting him in the stomach when I tried to shove my hand under his shirt. Startled at the sudden pain he stopped his attack on me. He took a step back away from me until we weren't touching anymore. I held the sink with both of my hands because I could not trust my knees.

When I was starting to come down from my high, cursing myself from having unintentionally hurt him and ending our make out session, he was on me again. Kissing me hard, he lifted me up, spun us around and sit on the toilet with me straddling his lap. Quickly my long dress was shoved around my waist, my panties were ripped up away from my body, his jacket and shirt hit the floor. Our kiss never breaking. Not even once.

Soon, my good arm started moving between our bodies again and my hand went on a trip of its own. South. Or down the path it wanted most to go to. In no time it reached the so desired destination. Inside his now open pants. Inside his boxers. Skin to skin. Hand to hard cock. I circled my hand around all that hardness and began to pump him once again.

His hand had found its way into my hot core again, and soon his fingers were doing up and down combined with circular movements over my clit, eliciting deep pleasurable moans from me. One. Two. Three. Long fingers entered me in succession in three of those up and down movements. At the welcome, very intense sensation, I reacted with a strained gasp. He swallowed it and let it mingle with his muffled deep grunt. Grinding, pumping, fingering, kissing, licking, biting, moaning, panting, groaning, grunting, growling, swearing... we were soon undone.

My belly tightened in warning. Gripping his scalp away from the tortuous sucking he was currently doing on one of my nipples, I tipped his head back and smashed my mouth to his, kissing him crazily as my orgasm hit. Hard. He swallowed my cries and his rhythm never faltered as he rode out the storm with me.

Just as I was about to rip my mouth free, a shiver worked through him like he'd been zapped with an electric current. Hot liquid spurted on my hand as he came with a drawn-out groan. His hips pumped up three more times, slowed and stopped. He nestled his forehead in the curve of my neck and breathed hard. I breathed hard. Our bodies were shaking with the effort of our combined orgasms.

After our orgasms, breathless, holding each other, our foreheads pressed against one another, reality came crashing down. When I was coming down from my high, I heard Pam laughing and realized where we were. I heard her calling our names. I felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over me. I went on auto-pilot mode.

I mumbled something about needing to go and broke the embrace. I stood on my shaking legs, groping in the dark until I found the wet towel. I cleaned my womanly parts. Found the faucet. Turned it on, washed my hands. And stumbled blindly until I found the door. I opened it and got out closing it silently behind me. Just before I closed the door, I heard him whisper "Sookie..." and I almost went back inside. I didn't! I was blind from both the absence of light and from the orgasm I had just experienced.

Pam, Amelia and some others were coming down the hall holding candles in their hands. They still hadn't spotted me so I decided to meet them before they did. When they saw me they asked if I knew where Eric was and I didn't know what to say. Then I heard Eric shouting saying that we could all go down and he would be meeting us there soon. He didn't need any candles. It was his house after all.

I wanted to run home. There was no way I was going to be able to face him after the lights came on. I followed the others down the stairs. Once we were in the living room, I tried to sneak out as quietly as possible.

The hall was dark, but I managed to find the door. My hand was already in the knob turning it when I was suddenly pushed against the cold wood by a very hard body. I felt his chin on my shoulder and his warm breath on my ear. I almost orgasmed all over again.

"Stay! You owe me a second... session!" He whispered in my ear while one of his arms encircled my waist and his body pressed me further against the door.

I felt like he was positively electrocuting me. I shivered, whimpered, and got weak in the knees all at the same time. Feeling his warm hard chest against my naked back, his warm breath on my ear, his arm around my waist, his other hand gliding up my leg, lifting my dress again. Inch by inch until I felt his fingers on my skin. His lips licking and kissing my neck, his dick pressing hard into my lower back only, mere inches from my butt.

Fuckity fuck! I wanted him to fuck me. Fast and hard.

When he bit the sensitive spot on my neck, got his fingers into my pussy and started grinding slowly against me, doing up and down, side to side, back and forth movements pressing me harder against the door, I... I... I was a goner!

Holy fucking Eros, Eric! I wanted him to fuck me unconscious until the apocalypse fell upon us. And I wanted him to start it right there. Right there in that crowded and dark house. Right there up against that door. Right there and right now!

Would he?

TBC

A/N – Well, they got some... pleasure! Do you think they will have a session 2?*grins*

Hope you all in the good old U.S. of A. had a wonderful THANKSGIVING. I hope you girls didn't exaggerate on the calories. Tsk, tsk...you did? Oh, well... I am sure you can find very interesting, steamy ways to burn them. Now, now ladies, leave poor Eric alone. He is insatiable but I don't think he could take all of you! If you don't mind I will keep him locked up in my room until Xmas so he can help me lose my extra calories then. Hmmm... actually, I think I will keep him even beyond that. He's a keeper. *laughs*

Okay, so don't be surprised if you don't see any update to this story or to my other stories in the next couple of weeks. I am trying to write a story for the Cowboy-up contest. If you have me on author alert you will get it in your email box when and IF I get to post it. And of course, I hope you'll let me know what you think about it. I can't and will never get enough of your reviews. Your opinion does count a lot to me. *blows kisses*

Ah! Don't forget to go read the new stories from the new writers. They are Poppin' Eric's Cherry and they need words of encouragement. Do give them lots of reviews if you like their stories. And what about writing your own story if you have never done it? Now here is your chance. Go for it! The dealine has been extended to December 13. If you need some help, feel free to ask for mine.

So, did you like the little taste of citrus I gave you? Was it good? Want more? *expects to see heads nodding*

Please, send us your love and Eric will try to... please you. * wicked smile*