The Distance Between Us | Eric Coulter

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I couldn't think.

Not with Eric's head between my legs, eating me out like he was a starving man and I was his last meal.

My thoughts seemed to evade me once again as Eric drags a large palm to my stomach, onto my breast and rolls a nipple between his finger.

A loud moan rips from my chest and Eric groans against my heat.

"You like that don't you, baby? Look at how fucking wet you are," He mumbles and I arch my back at how the vibrations had felt against me.

My fingers tangled into the silky strands of hair on top of his head, forcing that sinful mouth of his back onto my cunt.

"Eric, please," I breathe, "More."

He chuckles against me, making me let out another moan. "Fuck, I love it when you beg for me."

My heart was beating so hard in my chest that it almost felt as if I was about to have a heart attack. And as Eric sinks a finger into me, it felt as if it was about to fucking explode.

He adds another digit into me, and then another. Stretching me out with those thick fingers of his in the most delicious way possible.

Pleasure builds inside of me and I lose myself more and more in the feeling of ecstasy that fills me. I was so fucking close.

As Eric closes his teeth around my clit, I squeeze my eyes shut at the sensations that floods me and- "Ow, motherfucker!" I cursed at the sharp pain that spreads through my forehead.

I opened my eyes to find myself staring at the metal leg of my bed frame which was the obvious cause of my pain and reached a hand up to rub at the spot.

Flopping back against my pillow, I stared up at the ceiling never feeling more frustrated than I had at this moment. Eric was already making my life miserable by making me sleep on the cold, hard floor- not that I'd ever admit it- the least he could do was give me an orgasm, even if it was just in my dreams.

But no, even in my dreams, he was still a selfish asshole.

I folded my arms over my chest, glancing around from the corner of my eyes to check on my roommates as I considered my chances of getting away with it if I were to rub one out. But as soon as I turned to my left, I see a dude- Al, I think- facing me. And though his eyes were still shut and he was snoring loud enough to bring the roof down, it still felt all kinds of wrong.

What I needed, was fucking ice-cold shower. Bad.

Or I could sneak down to Eric's room- I shook the thought from my head and cursed my brain for being a spineless bitch. Nope, so not going to happen.

Instead of lying there and letting my thoughts run wild and dirty, I shoved my covers off of me and got dressed before hurting out the door, almost running into Four while I was at it.

He raised a brow at me, "You're up early." As if sensing my foul mood, he steps out of my way with his hands raised in surrender before I could even utter a word.

As I trudged down the hallway, I hear Four let out a chuckle before yelling after me, "Zeke and Shauna are in the dining hall if you need someone to terrorise!" 

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Yes, I was aware that I was stomping around like a mad woman, but can you blame me? A girl has needs too.

Zeke was eyeing me from across the dining table like I was a ticking time bomb that was about ready to explode, and Shauna was shooting me looks that kind of appeared to be a mixture of trepidation and amusement.

As if my morning hasn't been shitty enough, the hairs on the back of my neck prickle as a large body slides in beside me.

I turn to glare at Eric immediately while Zeke and Shauna both stare at him owlishly.

"What the fuck do you want?" I snap.

"Awfully tense today, aren't you?" He asks with an annoying-ass smirk.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about." I stabbed a piece of scrambled egg more forcefully than I probably should have.

Eric watches me in amusement, "Hm," He hums under his breath, sounding unconvinced as he spooned some food onto his plate.

"How's your fist treating you?" I quip in return, "I hope your palms have been extra rough lately."

Zeke chokes on his water, almost spitting it out in Eric's face before he manages to slap a hand over his mouth. I admit I was a little disappointed he didn't.

"Aurora, Aurora." Eric tuts, "I don't think I'm the one who has a problem." He leans in and lowers his voice to a whisper, "Tell me, if I stuck my hand between your legs right now, how wet will I find you?"

My cheeks burn and my eyes dart over to Zeke and Shauna who seem oblivious to the filthy conversation going on across from them. And if they had heard it, they were doing a stellar job at hiding it.

I roll my eyes at him and he grips my chin between his fingers and forces me to meet his eyes.

"Roll your eyes at me like a little brat again and I'll have you over my fucking lap before you can even blink."

I couldn't help it. I squeezed my thighs together to ease the throbbing ache at his words.

"Ready to give in?" The cocky (pun totally intended) asshole smirks once again and my hand itches to smack him right in his perfectly punchable face.

Zeke's wide eyes dart between Eric and I, "What the fuck?"

Ignoring him, Eric raises from his seat, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "Let me know if you're in the mood for dessert."

My friends stare at him, with their mouths agape as they watched him go.

"Oh my god, no!" Shauna shrieks, her eyes widening even more than they already were, "You totally fucked him!"

Four, who so happened to join us at that very moment, pinches the bridge of his nose as he settled beside me in the seat Eric had just vacated, "I don't even want to know."