A/N:

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Thank you to my Piglet, Sunkisz, for betaing! Love you, Piglet!

Chapter 2: What Can Brown Do For You?

I sat on the kitchen counter for a good ten minutes after I heard the delivery truck pull away from the house. I wasn't sure what to do, so I did the one thing I knew would guarantee I could see him again.

Online shopping.

I picked the next day delivery, and that guaranteed that I would probably be getting the package later in the day. This meant I would be the last, or near the bottom of Eric's route, which I was counting on.

I spent the day getting some work done – I developed websites – and when it hit midday I got ready for my delivery. I wore a dress again, but this time I made sure to put on some panties. I threw my hair up into a ponytail, grabbed my laptop and a glass of lemonade, and went to sit outside on the porch.

About an hour later I saw the truck come up the drive. My heart actually skipped a beat when Eric climbed out and fixed me with his stare. As he walked slowly up the steps, I shut down my computer and set it to the side. I couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in his shorts by the time he was standing in front of me.

"Miss Stackhouse," he said, handing over the package.

"Eric," I replied as I took it from him. "Thirsty?"

He nodded.

"Do you have any other deliveries to make today?"

He shook his head.

"Please sit down then," I smiled, gesturing to the spot on the swing next to me.

I got up and went inside to pour him some lemonade, and just after I put the pitcher back in the fridge I heard the screen door close. I turned around and found him standing in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the frame. He had a look in his eye, like he wanted to devour me.

I slowly walked up to him and handed him the glass, our fingers touching slightly when he took it from me. Again, he drank the whole thing in a few gulps, his eyes on mine the whole time. I took the glass from him when he finished and put it in the sink. Just as I was about to turn around, I felt him behind me.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked in my ear as he pressed himself into me.

"I could ask you the same thing," I said, and then he turned me around.

"What are we doing?" he asked.

"We're having fun," I said, and then I kissed him.

His lips were just as I remembered them. Soft, yet firm. There was heat and passion in his kiss, yet he was gentle about it at the same time. I'd never been kissed like that.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked when he pulled away, his forehead against mine, and his eyes closed tight.

"Yes," I said.

He smiled, and kissed me again, and this time he was less gentle about it. I pressed myself against him and ground my hips. He groaned into my mouth and pulled away.

"I don't have any condoms," he said.

"Shit," I said a bit too loudly. "I don't either. Fuck, I haven't had sex in two years so even if I did they're probably no good. Dammit…"

"You haven't had sex in two years?"

"Did I say that out loud?" I asked, and felt my cheeks burn red. I hadn't meant to say that out loud. I was trying to be more spontaneous and sexy. Eric knowing that I hadn't gotten any in two years did not help that image.

He nodded and smirked, but didn't say anything else on the subject. Then his fingers started playing with the skirt of my dress.

"I suppose I could always do a repeat of yesterday," he said huskily and began to back me into the counter.

"Oh no you don't," I said. I put my palm flat on his chest and pushed him away. "Follow me."

I led him into the living room where my desktop computer was, and brought up a website. God bless whoever decided that people should be able to buy condoms over the Internet.

"So, tell me… what size do I need to get?"

He was standing behind me, and I heard him clear his throat.

"Don't be embarrassed. My ex wasn't that big, so it's not like you have anything to live up to," I said, and he snorted before pointing to the box of magnums.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Quite. And since your ex wasn't very big, I'm a bit worried about you being able to take it," he smirked.

"As long as you're careful, I think I'll be fine," I smiled.

A few clicks, and the condoms were ordered, paid for, and set for one day shipping. I stood up and pushed Eric onto the couch, and then I straddled his lap and kissed him again. I could have kissed him all night.

"Sookie," he said with a strained tone, pushing me away gently. "I'm sorry, but if we can't do anything, then maybe I should leave."

"Who said we can't do anything?" I asked.

His left eyebrow rose in the most delicious way, and I wanted to lick it.

"You pleased me yesterday, so now I get to please you. I'm not saying you're getting a blow job, because for one, I've never done that before and don't want to screw it up, and two, I don't know if you're clean. Safety first."

"You seem an awful lot like a minx for someone who claims to be so innocent."

"Maybe I'm tired of being innocent."

"I know you have no reason to believe me, but I am clean. I just got tested a few months ago."

"But have you been with anyone since?"

"Just you, Sookie."

"Well, you're still not getting a blowjob. Especially if you're packing Magnum. I'll choke."

He laughed. "No you wouldn't, but I won't ask you to do anything you aren't comfortable with."

"You know what I am comfortable with?" I asked while unbuttoning his shorts and lowering the zipper.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Hand jobs," I smirked.

I raised myself off of him and pulled his shorts and boxers down, and then I sat back in his lap. I kept my eyes on him the entire time, and I admit it was because I was a little afraid to look at what he had going on down there. I was always of the opinion that naked men weren't pretty. It confused me when my friends would talk about how hot their man was nude, and how beautiful their penises were. Sure, men could be hot, but the actual junk? Nope. You would never convince me that the fleshy, pole-like protrusion and its little wrinkly ball friends, sitting in a wirey nest of pubic hair was "pretty."

That, of course, was until I finally looked into Eric's lap. I'd only seen one other penis up close, and it was just… compared to Eric's? Wow… It was so long and thick and just…

"What's with the look?" he asked curiously.

"You'll think I'm stupid," I blushed.

"No I won't."

"It's just… I always thought penises in general were pretty ugly. You know, veiny, fleshy, just kinda all around gross looking."

"Mine too?"

"Well, no. You don't have the bush of dark hair that my ex had, and he had so much and such a small penis that it looked like a baby bird waiting for its mother to bring it a worm."

Eric busted up laughing, and I couldn't help but laugh with him.

"I don't mean to make fun of him or anything, because to a man, having a small dick is like a disability. But the way you describe it?" He started laughing again, and this time I smacked his shoulder.

"That's enough," I laughed. "Why don't we talk about yours again?"

"I'm okay with that," he agreed, placing his hands on my hips.

"It's very nice," I said, suddenly feeling awkward about the subject.

"Nice? That's all?"

"I feel weird talking about it now, I'd rather show you how much I like it," I told him, hoping my seductress air was coming back to me.

"By all means, don't let me stop you," he smirked. Always with that smirk…

I reached over into the end table and extracted the small bottle of lotion I kept there. I put a little into the palm of my hand, and then warmed it up with the other before looking Eric in the eyes and grasping his erection. His eyes closed and he groaned as I began to stroke him slowly. He was so big, I was almost worried about when we actually did it, but something in me trusted him. I knew he wouldn't just pound away like the ex had. Hell, he'd already proven he was okay with going down on me, something that hadn't happened until he'd done it.

My free hand went to the buttons on his shirt, undoing each one slowly.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice strained as his pleasure grew.

"I don't think you want come stains on your shirt when you go back to wherever you go when you leave here," I explained. "Plus, this gives me access to your nipples."

To demonstrate, I bent my head and took one into my mouth while my hand kept stroking between us. He moaned and put his hand on my head when I used my teeth lightly, so I took that as an okay to bite, which I did. He let out a sharp noise, so I tightened my grip on him and added a twist to my strokes while I repeated my actions on his other nipple.

I moved my mouth up to his neck, nibbling and sucking, and my other hand went down to fondle his balls. I was only briefly aware that I was sucking hard enough to mark him, but didn't care when I realized it. The idea of him wearing my mark actually turned me on.

My hand began to stroke faster, and my thumb rubbed on the underside of the head with every stroke. He began to thrust his hips slightly in time with my strokes, and soon he was panting in my ear.

"I'm about to come," he said, his grip on my hips tightening.

I released his neck and sat back again. I tightened my grip slightly while my other hand went under his balls where I used my knuckles to press on the muscle there. A string of profanities flew out of his mouth as his cock jerked and pulsed in my hand and he came hard in long spurts on all over his stomach and my hand.

I loosened my grip, but couldn't seem to stop stroking him. It was like I never wanted to let go of it. When he made eye contact with me again I finally stopped, and then I abruptly got up and went to the kitchen to wash my hands.

I had to remind myself that this was about being fun and adventurous, and I couldn't get attached. The way he was looking at me was like he cared, and even though I understood that it was most likely from his post-orgasmic haze, I also realized that I wanted him to. If this was going to work, I couldn't let myself want those things.

After my hands were clean, I wet down some paper towels and went back to the living room. Eric looked kind of upset as he was attempting to clean himself off with tissues. I frowned at the look on his face, and hoped that it was just because he didn't like messes or something.

"Here, this will work better," I said, and his head snapped up.

I smiled and got on my knees in front of him, and gently began to clean him off. I could tell he was looking at my face the whole time, but I studiously avoided looking back at him. After I wiped the last of the mess off of his drool-worthy abs, I tossed the paper towels into the trash can next to the coffee table and began buttoning his shirt back up.

Leaving the top few undone like he had them before, I started to get up, but Eric put his hands on my shoulders.

"Thank you," he said sweetly.

"It was my pleasure," I replied after a brief moment of wanting to wrap myself in his arms and fall asleep for a little midday nap.

I stood up and pretended to have something to straighten on the coffee table so Eric could pull up his shorts. He was tucking his shirt in when I turned back around, but his eyes were still on me.

"So I'll see you tomorrow?"

"That's it?" he asked.

"Well, yeah. That's how no-strings-attached screwing goes. We get off, and then we go our separate ways. No strings."

His brows knitted together.

"Are you really okay with that?"

"Of course I am."

He stared at me for a moment longer, and then he nodded.

"I'll see you again tomorrow then," he said, and started for the door. When he was halfway out he stopped and turned to me once more. "Sookie… don't wear panties tomorrow."

Fuck. Me.

I was going to have sex, for the first time in two years, with a man packing magnum.

I almost fainted.