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She couldn't tear her eyes away from him. There seemed to be an air of danger about him, but something told her it was more of a front, because he seemed just as much out of his element as she did here in this loud club. He was incredibly attractive, and she wouldn't mind getting to know him a little better at all.
"I'm Eric" He says as he moves closer to her.
"I'm Tris." She says and watches as he moves a toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. His lips are amazing, a spare upper lip with a full lower lip just begging to be kissed.
"Nice to meet you, Tris." He said with a smile, "What are you drinking?"
"Vodka cranberry." She replies and he nods once before signaling for the bartender. She's idly aware of him ordering two drinks as she takes advantage of his distraction to really check him out.
His hair is a bit curly and untamed; he has a nicely trimmed beard, and he seems to have lighter eyes even though it's harder to see in the dim lights of the club. She can tell by his body he spends time in the gym, his broad shoulders taper into a trimmer waist, and his legs are strong and muscular under his jeans.
"This place is a bit loud, huh?" He asks her, breaking her from her trance.
"It definitely is." She smiles at him, "Come here often?" She wiggles her eyebrows, and he laughs at her cheesiness.
He leans towards her, so he doesn't have to keep shouting over the music, "I don't come here at all, my friends wanted to stop in for a minute, so here we are."
"Is 'stop in for a minute' code for them to pick up women?" She leans back and smirks at him and he grins at her before leaning back towards her.
"Maybe, I usually don't follow them. I'm glad I did tonight." He replies. His breath is warm next to her ear, and she suppresses a shiver, "Did you come here to pick up men?"
"I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting, much like you I followed my friends lead." She replies.
"I'm glad that you did." He replies and this time, the shiver isn't suppressed.
Eric leans back and stares at her, and for a moment it feels like time stops. She's breathtaking, and there's something about her that is drawing him in like a magnetic force. He'd planned on humoring Zeke and Uriah by hanging out for a couple of drinks before heading back to his room to sleep. They'd gotten in early, and he'd worked late last night, so he was more than ready just to hit the sack and start fresh tomorrow, but this chance encounter may have made the lack of sleep worthwhile.
"We're going to dance." Christina calls out and Tris nods, never breaking eye contact with Eric.
"Want to go somewhere quieter?" He asks and she arches an eyebrow at him, "Just the roof. It's a lot more chill up there." He smiles.
She nods and he takes her hand in his to lead her to the staircase. The electricity that's running between them is intensified by touch, and she pulls him to a stop.
"I've got to let my friends know." She says shyly and he smiles.
"Safety in numbers." He replies and waits patiently for her to turn her location sharing on, and send a text to her friends.
They resume their trip up the stairs and when he opens the door for her she's taken aback by the much different atmosphere. Fire pits, lights strung everywhere, much quieter music, lots of comfortable outdoor furniture and a bar. She follows Eric to one of the sofas and they sit next to each other, their bodies angled to make it easier to talk.
"Are you here visiting or a local?" He asks her.
"Visiting. My friends and I just got in a couple of hours ago." She replies.
"Same, except we got here early this morning, and Zeke and Uriah have been hyper like two kids ever since." He chuckles.
"Sounds like you wanted an early night." She smiles at him.
"I won't lie, I kind of did. Late night working, barely any sleep before getting up for the first damn flight in the morning. I definitely won't trust Zeke to trip plan anymore."
"Where are you guys from?" Tris asks.
"We're from Detroit. How about you?" He replies.
"Chicago here." She replies, "You have some amazing ink."
"Thanks. Some of them are my own, but Zeke and Uriah have done the ones I can't. We own a shop out there." He replies.
"No way. Tori, Christina and I own one in Chicago." Tris replies and his eyebrows both raised.
"You're kidding me. I mean your ink is fire, but I didn't expect to hear that." He replies and she smiles.
They talk about tattoos and show each other the visible ones on their bodies that were done by their own hand. Eric likes everything he sees, not only is she incredibly beautiful, but she's also smart, funny and has substance. They also share that they are both single, she more recently than him, and that neither are dating anyone now. Their circumstances are similar, he and his two friends planned this trip to forget work for a while, and to see what else was out there outside of their home city.
"I work a lot, and I may give the brothers shit but they do too. It's literally been all work and no play, so we needed a little break." Eric admits.
"Same. It's a lot of responsibility to own a successful tattoo shop. I get it, one fuck up and it can derail years of work." Tris agrees.
They talk more about their shops and the clientele in each of their cities, and he occasionally orders them drinks when a waiter comes by. His exhaustion is soon forgotten as they continue to share little bits of their lives with each other. He starts noticing small things, like the way she'll sometimes twirl her long light brown hair around her fingers when she's talking, the flecks of gold in her hazel eyes, and the faintest hint of freckles on her skin. He likes how animated she gets when she talks about tattooing, realizing the same passion in her that he has for his trade. He especially likes the sound of her laugh, not fake or forced, and the way she unconsciously bites her lip when she's thinking or listening.
He's more than aware of how much he wants to kiss her.
"So, you're single. Not single for the trip. Not looking for a last hurrah before settling down with someone at home. Single?" He asks and she laughs at him.
"Yes, I am very single. Why?" She asked.
"Because I really want to kiss you." He replies and she moves closer to him.
"I really want you to kiss me." She replied quietly.
It's all it took.
His kiss wasn't sweet, it was rough and needy and exactly what she wanted. She has no idea how long they sat on that couch and kissed, but with how long they'd already been talking she knows it must be late, and she can feel her phone vibrating from her small handbag.
"You should get that. Your friends may need you." He says breathlessly with his forehead pressed against hers.
She pulls her phone and chuckles, seeing messages from both Tori and Christina stating they're going back to the room.
And neither was alone.
She showed him the messages and he laughed, "They're good guys, I promise you."
"They'd successfully pass all of the questions you asked me earlier?" She smirks at him.
"They will." Eric replies.
"What about you?" Tris asks pointedly and he smiles at her.
"I pass all of them too. Not all guys are cheating shitheads." He smirks.
"That's usually what the cheating shitheads say." She smirks back and he pulls her close to him and presses his lips to hers.
At this second, she decides to live a little. She's here to have fun, to have a vacation fling to get over yet another shitty relationship before she has to return to reality.
One thing she knows is the man she's currently making out with is incredibly sexy, and she absolutely doesn't want to go back to her hotel alone tonight.
"Do you want to come back to my room?" She asks when they break apart.
"I'd love to."
He pays their tab and Tris leads him back to her room. They both knew what they wanted, and neither were concerned with what anyone thought, especially when each of their individual groups of friends were all under the same roof tonight.
They're both a little tipsy, but sober enough to know what they're doing. When they make it into her bedroom, they start pulling each other's clothes off while barely being able to separate their lips from each other.
"Are you clean, Tris?" He asked quietly, "I have a condom in my wallet, but it's been there for a while."
"I'm clean, tested after the cheating stuff. You?" She asked.
"Clean. Tested after my last partner and haven't been with anyone in around five months." He replied.
"I'm also on birth control. I'm okay if you are." She says hesitantly and he smiles at her.
"I definitely am."
His fingers search for her folds, finding her already wet and he circles her clit with the pad of his thumb as he pushes two fingers into her heat. They don't even make it to the bed before he brings her to climax, and she's shaking against him and panting his name when he slowly pulls his fingers out of her and drags them across his lips before taking them into his mouth.
He picks her up by the back of her thighs and lays her gently back on her bed, crawling up her body and pressing his lips to every inch of her creamy skin. He can feel her reach for his erection, and he takes both of her hands and pins them above her head.
"Let me enjoy you." He whispers and she nods before his lips meet hers again, and he twirls his tongue with hers.
His hand moves achingly slow from her face down her neck, until he reaches her breast. His thumb trails across her hard nipple and he cups the weight of her ample breast in one hand before bringing his lips to it. She feels him pressing feather light kisses to the swell of her breast before flicking his tongue across her nipple. He lavishes it before moving across to the next, giving it the same attention and causing her to rub her thighs together for friction.
"What do you want, Tris?" He asks huskily.
"I want you, Eric."
"What do you want me to do?" He asks as he slowly lowers his body to hers. She can feel his erection against her thigh, leaking and needy, and he finally lets her wrap her hand around him.
The moan he lets out makes her realize he wants this as much as she does.
"I want you to fuck me." She whispers and he crashes his lips to hers.
She can feel him grinding against her, and every nerve she has feels alive as he leans back and puts his hand on top of hers, the two of them stroking his impressive length together. He is rock hard under her fingers, much like the rest of his body that looks almost carved, and she can't wait to feel the weight of him on top of her.
When he finally pushes into her, they're both in overdrive. She's tight, soaking wet, and so fucking warm. He slowly inches in, letting her adjust to his size, and he leans down and kisses her once he finally is fully sheathed inside of her.
"You feel so good." She whispers when they break apart.
"You have no idea how good you feel." He replies.
He begins to move, pumping into her at a frustratingly slow pace, but he's trying so hard to starve off his release. It's been a while for him, and he doesn't want to blow his load like a teenager. Watching the way her full breasts bounce with every movement is overwhelming, and he slowly slides out of her.
Tris feels his hands on her hips, and she can tell he wants to turn her over so she moves to all fours. He moves off the bed and pulls her towards him before slamming into her from behind.
"Eric..." She moans as he moves against her. This angle makes him feel even larger, and she can feel him reaching a spot inside of her that her previous partners didn't, and the familiar warmth in her lower abdomen envelops her and she can feel herself falling apart.
The way her muscles are quivering around his cock pulls his own release before he is ready, and he grunts loudly then calls her name as he fills her with his seed.
His body slumps over against hers and he presses his lips to every part of her back he can reach. When he begins to soften, he slips out of her, and she cups herself and walks into the en-suite bathroom to clean up.
She doesn't know what possesses her to ask him, but she offers a shower and surprisingly he accepts. She thought this was a one-time thing and that he'd just want to get dressed and leave, however when they're in the oversized shower they wash each other's bodies while sharing kisses, and nothing about it leads to anything more.
When they dry off, he still makes no move to leave, and Tris invites him to stay, and he smiles and nods in response. He happily crawls into bed with her and wraps himself around her before falling asleep.