DON'T OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE SOUTHERN VAMPIRE MYSTERIES OR ANY RESEMBLANCE THERE OF.
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY AND I'M FEELING FRISKY! JUST A QUICKIE TO TIDE YOU OVER ;)
Chapter 14 – Taxicab Confessions
"Hello?" I asked into the phone that I had FINALLY found in my bag.
"Hi, lover."
"Eric! I'm just hailing a cab now. I'll be there as soon as traffic allows."
Eric had offered me an odd-job. They had been having some trouble with the bartenders at the club and finally found out that 6 of them had joined forces in a crazy scheme of stealing booze and selling it on the side. They 'found out' because I happened to hear it in the head of the cute cocktail waitress in the VIP section. She wasn't a part of it, but she was feeling guilty about not coming forward with the info. I did it for her. When I told Eric, a light bulb went off, and he realized that my little 'secret' could be of a great use to him and Pam. I was more than happy to help, but I refused to take Eric's money. I thought he'd fight me on it, but he didn't. He was up to something, but I knew I could always just refuse what he thought the payment should be.
"What are you wearing?"
"What? Hold on, I'm getting in the cab," I said as I scooted into the back seat. "I'm going to Essex and East Broadway, please," I told the driver, and then got back to the stud on the phone. "Eric, how could that possibly matter? We're interviewing bartenders, not world leaders."
"Maybe I just want to know."
"Fine. The short pink cotton skirt…"
"The one with the black lace hem or the pleats?"
"I swear if I didn't know for sure you were straight… the black lace hem."
"Mmmm, a favorite. What else?"
"A black tank top and my silver sandals."
"The ones that wrap around your ankles?"
"Yes."
"Is your hair down, love?"
"Still a bit wet; thought the wind would help dry it."
"Tell me about the underwear."
"Come on now! You'll see it soon enough Eric."
"But I want to hear you say it." Ooo, little shivers ran down my spine. "You're wearing black lace, to match the skirt aren't you?"
Lord what that man does to me! "Yes," and I said quieting down so the driver wouldn't hear me, "the set without the nude lining… it's hot today."
"Shit, and getting hotter! Take them off."
"What?"
"Take. Them. Off."
"Eric Northman! I am in a cab!" I yelled as quietly as I could.
"You know what you do to me when you say my name like that. Now, take off the panties."
"Eric," I whined.
"Touch yourself."
"Eric," I said, losing my resolve.
"Lean back in that seat, and touch yourself for me." His voice had turned to liquid sex, and I couldn't resist. I sank into the back seat of the cab, and lowered my free hand. I didn't need to touch my panties to know they were already getting wet. "Your hand is on your mound isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Are you already wet?"
"Yes."
"Do you know where my hand is?"
"No."
"Do you want me to tell you?"
"Yes."
"Down my pants." Oh lord!
"Christ!"
"And now I'm rubbing the tip of my head with my thumb."
"Damn, Eric!"
"You can see me doing it, can't you?"
"Yes…" I squeaked.
"Good. Now take your pointer finger, go under the fabric, and run it up your slit."
I whimpered as I did what he asked. "I heard you whimper, Sookie. You like this don't you?"
"God yes."
"Dirty girl. Suck your finger. I want to hear it." Checking to make sure the driver wasn't looking, I put my finger in my mouth, sucked louder than I would normally, and pulled it out, letting it 'pop.' "You're making me harder now," he said when I was done with his instructions.
"You're making me whimper."
"You want more don't you?"
Trick question right? "Yes."
"Then I want you to take off your panties and put them in your bag."
"Eric…" I tried to protest.
"Now! I want to know you're naked and ready for me when you get here." If I had been standing, my knees would have buckled.
"Ok…" I said wavering, not really believing what I was about to do. Once again, making sure the driver wasn't looking, I reached down and pulled on the elastic at my right hip. I lifted my ass up slightly, and making sure the skirt didn't ride up, pulled and wiggled my underwear off. I put them in my bag. "They're off and in my bag," I said quietly.
"Fuck! I love you! Now let that pointer finger dip inside those pink walls for me." I was aching for him now. I lowered my free hand and slipped my finger in. It was sticky and warm in there. "Tell me how it feels."
"Good, but it's not enough, Eric."
"Shit! Sookie! You just made my dick twitch! Use another finger, and pump it inside your wet heat for me." I slipped my middle finger in, and let it slide in and out, desperately wanting more and adding yet other finger to create more of the friction I needed.
I moaned a little louder than I wanted, and shot a glace to the driver who was happily talking to someone on the phone in Arabic. "Such a naughty girl."
"Only with you," I whispered.
"I'll come if you keep talking like that."
"Ungh, me too."
"Not yet, lover. Wait for me; promise to wait until you here with me."
"Promise."
"Are you're fingers still inside you?"
"Yes."
"I want to lick you, Sookie." I nearly broke my word.
"Are you hard?" I whispered.
"Painfully. Are you going to ease it when you get here?"
"Anything! What do you want me to do?"
"I want to watch you finger yourself. Then I want to lick you dry. Then I want you on your knees, sucking me at my desk."
"God, how do you drive me so wild?"
"You do the same to me. Tell me you're almost here." I hadn't even looked at my surroundings for blocks and blocks, but in fact, I was only about 6 blocks away.
"I'm almost there," I responded breathily.
"Are you're fingers still inside you?"
"Oh God, yes!" I whispered.
"You have to clean them up before you pay the driver, Sookie." Good thing he said it. I wouldn't have remembered to "clean up." I barely remembered my name just then.
"Tell me what to do."
He growled into the phone. "Take them out."
I did. "And now what?" I asked, but I knew the answer already.
"Suck them." I did, louder than necessary. "You taste good, don't you?"
"Yes, Eric."
"I can't wait to taste your lips now." I had to will myself not to come right there. Thankfully, we made the light and crossed onto Essex Street.
"It's just next to that pizza place, right there," I was magically able to tell the driver as we reached the block. I pulled out my wallet.
"Hurry up, I'm waiting Sookie," Eric said through the phone before he hung up.
"Thanks, keep the change," I said throwing the driver too much money. I hung up, got out of the cab, and ran into the club only barely mumbling 'hi' to Trey, one of the bouncers at the door.
"Hey Sook!" he called out to me as I ran to the second floor, through the double doors, down the hall, and knocked wildly on Eric's office door.
"Who is it?" he asked brusquely.
"Me!" I could hear him knock something over as he came to the door. He opened the door, and I rushed in. His lips crashed into mine, and his hands were everywhere at once.
"God you taste like heaven," he said as he backed me onto his couch. I noticed he was only in his boxer briefs, and his dick was pressed against the fabric, pointing up. I was such a lucky girl! He lifted my skirt, and moaned loudly when he realized I in fact wasn't wearing the panties. "Spread you're legs; I want to watch you come."
I opened my legs and let my finger graze my bundle. It was so swollen already. It made me hiss. "Touch yourself again," sex on legs said. This wasn't going to take long. Very gently I massaged my clit. Eric rubbed himself through the fabric of his briefs, making me breathe even harder than I had been. I threw my head back and kept on rubbing. I could feel the orgasm growing inside. My legs got fidgety, my breath hitched, and when I felt his lips on my inner right thigh, I screamed his name aloud and let the sensations take over.
Before I knew it, his tongue was on my slit, just as he promised, licking me dry. I was a shaking, shuddering mess when he ground into my naked pussy with his clothed dick. He was so fucking hard. He got up, took a pillow, walked to his desk, and sat in his chair. He put the pillow at his feet, and waved me over. I walked to Eric, and I lowered myself to my knees to take care of my Superman.
I pulled down his boxer briefs, freeing his magnificent rod, took it my hand, and licked the tip. He cursed in Danish. I smiled, licked my lips, wrapped them around his head and slid down his length. His hands found the back of my head and took a ride as I sucked him hard… up and down and up and down. He couldn't last much longer – he was too hard – and I could feel his body begin to stiffen. I pulled my head up his length, letting my teeth graze his shaft, and as he lifted his head up and yelled silently to the heavens, I swallowed every drop he gave me.
A/N
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