Chapter 16

Reckless

Eric's office door flew open and he emerged with Sookie in his arms. Pam, who stood in the hallway, quickly turned to adjust a framed poster of Elvira that had been knocked askew. Her movements had not been fast enough to disguise what she had actually been doing.

"Fucking tourists molesting my poster! If I find who has defiled you I will sever their filthy hands, my Mistress of the Dark." Pam kissed two fingers and pressed them over Elvira's pouty lips. She then turned around and rolled her eyes with a huff.

Eric felt no anger for Pam's eves dropping. Instead he smiled at her as he cradled Sookie to him tighter and gave Pam an "I owe you" look. She returned a slight nod and smirked.

"Pam, you can see to closing the bar?"

"Of course, Master. Go enjoy your evening…together."

"Do not concern yourself with that." He gestured to the office behind him with his head. "It is my mess, I will…"

"…Master, it will be taken care of by tomorrow night. I will see to it personally." Pam bowed her head to him.

Eric sighed with satisfaction and pride. "Behind ever great man stands an even greater woman. I am beyond fortunate to have not one but two such great women." He turned his face and found Sookie practically melting from his show of affection to them both. He found her reverie amusing and the half smile he gave her brought her back down to earth from the cloud-nine she'd just been soaring on. Sookie nuzzled her nose against his and let a soft sighing moan slip out. Amusement was toppled by arousal and though Sookie's wall was still in place she could feel threads of his lust through their bond. You didn't need a bond with the vampire to see his intention was to fuck her, bite her and rub himself all over her.

"So inciting an orgy is on the agenda tonight?" Pam's sarcastic remark snapped them out of their eye-fucking session.

"Excuse me?" Sookie couldn't stifle a giggle after questioning Pam with shock.

"If you two keep projecting all these deliciously naughty vibes we're going to have a completely different kind of bar on our hands." She lifted one eyebrow and gave them a 'shame on you' expression. "As much as I would love to witness this blessed event which so many of us have prayed for…and placed bets on, might I add…perhaps part two should take place in a more comfortable setting?"

Eric cleared his throat "Bets?"

"I wagered in your favor, Master…Thalia on that other hand." Pam shrugged and Eric shook his head with a soft chuckle. The sensation that his vibrating chest sent through Sookie brought on another wave of excitement and Eric felt her building lust again.

"Yes well, we'll just be leaving now." He turned down the hallway and strode to the exit. With the almost impossible length of Eric's long legs it only took a few strides and they were at the door. But before they exited Sookie caught one last glimpse of Pam over his shoulder. There was a hint of something almost human and vulnerable on her face. Sookie recognized that look…it was one in her own repertoire. Pam was unmistakably exuding pained jealousy. Then the door swung shut and they were out in the night air.

"Eric…is Pam alright?"

He sighed softly "She will be." Eric lowered his arms slightly so he could see her face. "Now my lover. Are you going to demand that I tell you where I am taking you?"

Sookie cocked her head to the side "Is it a place where we can spend time alone together?"

"Mmmhmmm."

"Then I don't care."

Eric stopped dead in his tracks and dropped Sookie's legs allowing her feet to hit the ground. After she steadied herself he held onto her shoulders and ducked his head down to sniff along her collar bone up to her ear.

"Eric! What-are-ya-doing'? That tickles!" She giggled and shook her head.

Eric stopped sniffing to ask "Who the hell are you? What have you done with my Sookie?"

She momentarily thought he was serious but soon caught on and decided to play along. "Actually I'm her twin sister, Susannah. Sookie's off with one of her other lovers tonight."

"I see, Susannah. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance." Eric bowed dramatically before her. "And now if I may ask…are you the good sister…or the baaaaad one."

"Oh I'm a good girl!" Sookie nodded with unconvincing seriousness.

Eric perked up and placed his fingers behind one ear "What's that I hear? Is that the siren of my bullshit detector?"

Sookie laughed again and grabbed his hand to wrap around her waist. If the sound of her crying was torture for him then the sound of her laughter was pure heaven to Eric. He let her guide his arms around her and leaned down so her lips could reach his. To him her lips were like two untouched petals. Delicate and worthy of feathery worship. To her his mouth was like a magnet. Solid yet so inviting. Eric brushed his lower lip against her upper one. Sookie's hot breathe swirled into his mouth as it ghosted over hers again. She extended her tongue this time and it made contact with his. Their taste buds ignited with flavors lost but not forgotten. As if their tongues were old friends in need of reunion they shot towards each other. The kiss turned from restrained and graceful to forceful and desperate.

A drunk couple stumbled around the corner and caught Eric and Sookie in their wanton lip lock. The woman, clearly more inebriated than the man, smacked him over the head with her purse which nearly caused her to fall over. "Why don't you ever kiss me like that, huh?" Her beau rubbed his forehead and then gave her side ways glance before pinning her to the brick wall.

Sookie giggled into Eric's mouth after hearing the woman's slurred cries of passion.

"Oh Herschel! Oh my gawd!"

The make-out session paused briefly when he asked out loud. "Who's Herschel?"

Sookie and Eric both looked in their direction snickering. The woman gasped at her faux pas before hiccupping. She then grabbed both sides of his face and buried it into her ample cleavage. All seemed to be forgiven as 'Not-Herschel' moaned into the bounty pouring out of 'drunk-lady's' dress.

"Shall we?"

"Yeah, I think we should give them some privacy." Sookie smirked up at him and they made their way towards the parking lot. When Sookie reached the Corvette's door and began lifting the handle she heard Eric gasped.

"Sookie! You are not going to insist upon driving yourself in that…" he brushed his hand towards her vehicle parked a few spots down "…that thing?"

"I told you. Sookie's not here tonight. But please feel free to continue complaining. I'll be sure to tell her that you prefer her attitude to mine."

"No. I think it would be best if you did not tell her that. I would not want to inflate her ego so significantly." He winked at her and folded himself into the car.

Sookie had barely clicked her seat belt as Eric peeled out onto the street speeding towards the highway. She found herself enjoying the view of Shreveport from the overpass they were now crossing. It had never seemed like a city very exciting or magical but at that moment it felt comforting to her.

"Nickel for your thoughts, lover?" She smiled to herself at the adorable comment but when she turned to correct his mistake she found him handing her an actual nickel. "I had no pennies in my pocket." she picked up the nickel from his upturned palm and replaced it with a kiss that led to more kisses, one after another, all over his hand. She dropped the nickel down her top and, holding his hand, trailed kisses up his wrist and forearm. "Lover, I had no idea nickels were so valuable!" He was, to say the least, shocked at her reaction to his attempt at simply making her smile.

A kiss from her is worth a thousand of her smiles.

As the seatbelt began to prevent her from reaching his shoulder and neck she started to pull on his arm. He leaned closer to her and felt what he was sure was one of Sookie's nipples hardening as his elbow brushed across it. She hungrily nipped and licked his throat over the main artery which made him hiss with pleasure. He scanned the road ahead for any bends and then quickly turned to press his lips against hers. Their tongues lazily lapped at each other. The excitement of this reckless behavior was exhilarating to Sookie but she shocked even herself when she let her hand drag down his chest then south of his waistband. Eric groaned into her mouth and she reveled in her power to bring such noises from him. Grunts and half whispered words fell from his lips between kisses as she caressed his erection. "Ungh…Sookie…temptress…not conducive to…safe driving…so fucking hard…for you." He suddenly felt compelled to glance back at the road though it was excruciatingly painful to pull his lips from hers.

Must keep her safe.

"I'm sorry baby…just can't keep my hands off you." Her voice was labored as she panted.

Eric shifted to decelerate and then stroked his hand up and down the gear shaft suggestively. "Oh please do not keep your hands off me, lover."

In response to the challenge she gripped as hard as she could through the thick denim not really sure whether that much pressure would cause him pain.

"Aaaah, Fuck!"

Sookie gasped and pulled her hand back but he seized her wrist immediately. "Eric I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!" She felt awful but when she looked into his eyes she found him grinning a fanged and very happy smile.

"What hurts me is when you touch me roughly like that and then stop." He place her hand back onto his throbbing crotch, weaving his fingers through hers as they stroked his hardness together. "Ungh…YesSookieStrokeMe…just like that…Ungh!" His head fell back for a moment and then he focused again on the road, making the oncoming curve effortlessly smooth. When the road straightened out again his hooded eyes turned and met hers. "I can smell you lover…mmmm…I believe feeling how hard you make me has made you very wet indeed. But I cannot rely on that one sense alone." As his hand slid her skirt upwards he added, "I should check…just to be sure." Sookie groaned and spread her legs when she felt his cool digits traveling up her inner thigh. The rush of heat from her hot center scalded Eric's hand. The sweet musky scent emanating from her feminine essence filled his nostrils with more potency than he could handle. He growled before telling her, "Your aroma does very bad things to me lover." He pushed his hand up further barely tracing over her wet panties.

"Eric…please!" She grunted through clenched teeth at the frustratingly soft caress.

"Please what, lover? Tell me what you want me to do?" Sookie just whimpered and tried to mover her hips downward to bring his fingers in contact with her swollen lips. "Sookie." He shook his head at her and pulled his hand back down to her knee.

"No! I need…"

"Yes? What is it you need? Tell me now and I will give it to you."

He always wants his words doesn't he? Well what the Viking wants…the Viking gets!

"I need your cool hard fingers inside my hoochie now!"

Eric was laughing before he could stop himself. "What a delightful word! Hoochie! Ha! I love it!"

"Don't laugh at me!" Sookie stopped stroking Eric's hard-on and pulled her skirt down shoving his hand along with it. Eric pouted at her with an innocent puppy-dog look.

Bastard! Does he think that'll work on me?

"Lover you are very naughty for stopping yet again. I think you should apologize to me and rectify this situation immediately." His words took on the desired effect as Sookie sat slack jawed with an expression of bewilderment.

"You're the one who should be apologizing to me ya big ass!" She crossed her arms and her pink bottom lip jutted out.

"Does my ass look big in these jeans, lover? Is it not to your liking any more?" He asked deadpan.

"Your ass is just fine, alright! Yes I still love it! I wish I was squeezing your two perfect cheeks right now while you throat rape me!"

Oh my lord! Where the hell did that come from?

Eric looked as shocked as she felt at the scandalous words that had come out of her mouth.

"Sorry…I…I don't know why I just said that." Sookie closed her eyes and turned a deep shade of red, succumbing to the embarrassment at the un-ladylike things she'd just uttered.

"Do not ever apologize to me, lover, for telling me what you desire. Especially when it involves…how did you phrase it…throat-raping you?" She could practically hear his eyebrow rising but still couldn't face him. What did get her full attention, though, was a cool finger hooking underneath her skirt and dragging it back up her thigh to reveal her red satin panties. A whispered command came from Eric, "Spread your thighs, Sookie." The sound of his deep voice and the vibrations from the car's engine were sending her libido into spasms and she had no will power left to deny him. When her thighs relaxed and spread ever so slightly Eric could see the growing wet mark seeping through the fabric now clinging to the contours of her engorged lips. The sight of that alone almost brought on his climax. "Ngh..So fucking wet for me already!" With the backs of his fingers he lightly caressed her pussy through the soaked undergarment.

"Yeah-yeah-baby-yeah." She spread her thighs wider and pushed her hips upwards to encourage these lovely ministrations. Eric closed his fist with only his index finger still pointing downwards. The length of his finger nestled in the valley of the sopping wet satin between her lips just below the surface. He applied more pressure until his finger was almost completely engulfed. Then he dragged it upwards torturously slow until the tip made contact with her swollen clit. Sookie whimpered and her eyes shot open in his direction.

"Does this please you, lover?"

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" She could have cried from the want surging through her.

"Do you want me to slip my finger underneath your panties so you can feel the cool of my flesh against your hot center?"

Fuck I love it when he talks dirty to me. Guess I know why he's trying to get me to do the same.

"Baby I want you inside me so bad it hurts." Sookie bucked her hips upwards and hissed when his finger twitched over her clit again. "I need to feel your big fingers inside me, Eric. It's the only thing that will tide me over until I can have your Gracious Plenty slamming into me."

"Aw fuuuck, Sookie!" Eric let go of the wheel and roughly ran the fingers of his left hand through his hair as his eyes briefly rolled back into his skull. "To hear you talk that way about my fingers and cock claiming you…do you know what that does to me?"

Sookie - one, Viking - zero! Score!

Eric grabbed the wheel again and caught her smirking with triumphant glee. "Such a naughty minx! You will be punished for being so wicked, little girl. I can promise you that!" He realized she wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying as Sookie was now gripping onto his wrist to hold his index finger in place while she bucked and writhed against it. The intoxicating liquid squelching through her satin covered pussy made his finger glide over her folds smoothly. She whimpered and moaned more loudly as her hips thrust up and down at a faster pace. Not satisfied to be her humping post, Eric took charge again, yanking his wrist out of her grip and tearing open the drenched satin fabric. Sookie shot a glance over to his face and he replied "Your hoochie did you say? I believe you asked for my cool hard fingers to plunder it? Hmmmm?"

As his two longest fingers slid in he was rewarded with a gasp and an "OhEricYeahBaby…Ungh…DeeperBabyPleeeeease!"

"Deeper, lover?"

"Please god, please!"

He slid both fingers in further until her juices dripped down over his knuckles then started to curl them towards her sweet spot. The rhythm of his hand pounding in and out of her brought forth a guttural grunt from Sookie. When his thumb made contact with her inflamed clit she screamed with a newfound abandon as her climax tore through her. Her muscles clenched tighter around him and Eric was immediately whishing it was his cock and not his fingers that she was now milking into her silky center.

"Yes cum for me, lover!"

"ERIC! EEEEEERRRRRIIIIIIIIC! Aaaaaah! Yeeeeeaaaaah!" After panting and practically hyperventilating from the mind blowing pleasure that had just rocked through her she finally was capable of coherent thoughts and spoke. "Did I just…have an orgasm…from only twenty seconds of you fingering me?"

Eric chuckled softly as he ran the moist fingers beneath his nose inhaling deeply. "I believe it was more like ten seconds, lover." He glanced sideways at her with his fingers now trailing in and out of his mouth. "Mmmm…finger licking good, Sookie, as always."

How did that just happen? I've never cum so fast!

"Your beautiful…hoochie…has missed me very much in my absence." He took one last lick of his finger and placed both hands back on the wheel.

"You don't have to keep calling it that. I know you're enjoying makin' fun of me."

"What shall I call her then?"

"I don't know…Eric. Whatever you want." Sookie's returning bashfulness made his mischievous grin deepen.

"Hmmm. I have never been a fan of the name 'Beaver'…bestiality has never been appealing to me. 'Twat'…'Cunt'…too vulgar for my tastes." Sookie agreed silently but she couldn't deny that hearing him say them made the topic of conversation tingle between her thighs. "I am never impressed when I hear someone refer to one as a 'Box'…something so mundane and boring should never be compare to a thing of such perfection and beauty. And, though it made laugh at the time, I found 'Bone Collector' also inappropriate." Sookie giggled at that one. "When Pam speaks of her favorable conquests she uses 'Sugar Hole' or 'Honey Pot'. I suppose you could say she has a sweet-tooth." Eric wiggled his eyebrows at her when she looked over at him in response to his revealing comment about Pam. "When she is disappointed with the performance of her partner she refers to them simply as a 'Hot Pocket'." A cheap and unsatisfying snack, it seemed a very apt name to Sookie who pretended like she was naively shocked. Eric didn't buy her feigning innocence and continued more seductively. "Though when she speaks of her own she reverts back to 'Cunny' which was used in England during the era when she was human." Eric noticed Sookie licking her lips. "Do you like that one, lover? Cunny?" He repeated to word with more than a little enthusiasm. The growing smell of her sex and racing pulse answered the question for him. "My personal favorites would have to be - Mound of Venus, Love Cave, Pink Heaven, Quim, The Promise Land, Snatch." He paused and looked down into his lover's eyes now screaming of lust and frustration. "Though not a one could ever rival the lovely succinctness of…Pussy." With that last word Sookie groaned as her eyelids fluttered and closed shut. "Ah…I see we have a mutual affection for that one, my dear." He knew his words tormented and frustrated her and it made the idea of some future word-play all the more appealing. "Sookie…whether she is your Quim, Cunny, Hoochie…or Pussy…I am and always will be her humble servant…and I will worship her lovely pink petals for the rest of her sweet, soft and moist life." With the end of that extremely hot and alluring monologue Sookie was a puddle of gooey hormones melting into the leather seat. "And with that, my lover…we are here!" Eric raised both eyebrows and smiled as brightly as ever at her. His complete non-chelance about her current liquid state was greeted with a huff as Sookie tried to tamp down the overwhelming lust and want filling her head and crotch. "Lover?" Sookie just sat still with her eyes shut trying to compose herself. "I am hurt, Sookie…you will be the very first human to set foot inside my daytime resting place and yet you cannot be bothered to open even one eye to regard my home?"

"Your home?" Sookie's eyes flew open to one of Eric's devilish smirks. She ignored his smugness and whipped her head around to the window and pressed her palms against it. "Your home." Sookie felt a rush of air as Eric leaned in behind her. He gathered her hair and dropped it over one shoulder before whispering into her ear on the opposite side.

"No…our home."