Dauntless

Part 9

I woke with a choking sound. I sat up in bed, feeling hot, hardly able to breathe — the sheets were sticking to my skin, tangled around my legs and waist. I swallowed hard, letting my fingers run through my knotted hair. 

Fuck.
I was supposed to be over these nightmares! They weren’t supposed to come back!
I pressed my hands against my face, trying to calm my breathing. It was just bad dreams, it wasn’t like I was dying. 
But still…
I kept seeing him.
And I kept thinking about him!
This was so fucked up! 
And all of it was Erics fault! I’m not sure how, but I was blaming him inexplicably. 
Stupid fucking Divergents.
I couldn’t sleep! 
My brain kept whirring, and no matter what I did I couldn’t stop thinking about my fears, my nightmares…
I knew one way to distract myself though, it had always worked in the past.
Fuck.
I tossed my covers off immediately, grabbing a jacket and shimmy ing into a pair of jeans before grabbing my shoes and heading for the door. Erics apartment wasn’t far from mine, so within minutes I was at his door, slamming my fist against it and debating on kicking it when he didn’t answer immediately. 
My fist barely had time to hit the door again before I was being ripped open, a furious, red-eyed Eric standing in the doorway with a horrible scowl on his face. I let my eyes draw down his bare chest to where his nice little boxers hung to his hips.
Huh.
This was the most I’d ever seen of Eric.
It was nice.
“What the fuck do you want?” he asked irritably, running his hand down his face. “Do you know what time it is!? Fuck, Camille —.”
My thoughts exactly.
“Is there anyone in there with you?” I asked, not wanting to walk in on anything that would scar me for life.
Eric frowned down at me, obviously wondering if at some point I’d lost my mind.
I probably had, yeah. Why else would I be doing this?
“Uh, no. Not this time.”
Good.
I glanced around the hallway, and then shoved, surprising Eric and sending him back a couple steps as I brazenly walked into his apartment. I quietly shut the door behind me before facing him. 
“What the fuck?” was all he asked, scowling. He obviously couldn’t figure out why I was here — probably thought I was going to attack him.
Well, yeah, basically. 
“I can’t sleep, and it’s your fault,” I muttered, not changing my mind in the least. He hesitated, his eyes scouring my face as I approached him slowly. I stepped up to him until our chests could nearly brush, my eyes raising to his. “And you’re gonna have to fix that ”
“And how could I —?”
My hands closed over his face, pulling him down to my height as my lips covered his. He froze for maybe two seconds, I honestly think I’d shocked him that badly, before his hands closed around my hips, pulling them against his.
Ah, good.
His fingers trailed my skin a few moments before both hands slipped down, clasping my ass firmly and squeezing so hard I gasped against his lips. I felt him grin before his tongue took the opportunity to meet mine, fighting me for the control I wasn’t going to give.
I wound my arms around his neck, pressing closer, demanding more. I knew what I wanted tonight, I just wasn’t sure of Eric was willing to give it. 
Erics tongue languidly swept mine, as if he had all the time in the world to torture me. His hands squeezed again before sliding back up my waist, slipping beneath the night shirt I wore and grazing my bare skin. He pulled away from me long enough to pull it over my head, smirking when he saw I wore nothing underneath, his eyes landing on my chest.
He didn’t ask, he didn’t wait, his hands just closed around my thighs and lifted. I curled my arms around his neck tightly, my teeth closing on the tender skin of his neck as he carried me to what I assumed would be his bed, my legs winding around his waist.
I made sure to bite down hard enough to leave a mark.
Eric turned suddenly, and I felt us falling before the soft coverlet of the bed caught us, his hands already eagerly pulling at what remained of my clothes, wasting no time. In seconds I was completely bare beneath him, a little surprised at how eager he was to get me naked.
I wasn’t fulfilling some fantasty was I?
Erics lips met mine for a brief moment, only to trail away, ghosting across my jaw and down my neck. His hands found mine, holding them against the sheets as his lips started down my chest, his tongue lightly tracing circles. 
I bit my lip as his lips found my breast.
Half of my brain was sure this wasn’t real, just some fucked up fantasy I was making up in my head, but the other half — fuck, that felt good!
I must have made some sound of approval, because Eric chuckled, his tongue now lazily swirling my nipple, bringing it to attention before switching to my other breast. I felt his knee wedge between mine as his teeth nipped at my skin, leaving little marks across my chest as his palm squeezed and molded my other breast.​
I don’t know why I was surprised Eric knew what he was doing; I’d never seen or heard of him being with anyone, but I wasn’t one much for gossip, either. 
“I never pegged you as a loud one,” I heard him murmur as his lips stopped teasing me, and my eyes flashed open to meet his, just the tiniest bit annoyed. If that fucker made some smart ass comment that completely ruined the moment, I was going to clip his balls.
“Don’t be a fucker,” I mumbled, my eyes on his hand where it trailed suggestively down my stomach, his gaze on my face the entire time. The bandages on my side were almost bright in the darkness, but they were only there as a precaution now. Erics fingers brushed them lightly before slipping lower to my hips, coasting down my pale skin.
I bit my lip in anticipation, wanting to squirm as his fingers completely bypassed where I wanted them to go, instead trailing to my thighs. He nudged them wider, allowing both his knees between them, his shorts feeling rough against my over sensitive flesh.
Both his hands roamed my thighs, the rough spots on his skin causing goosebumps on mine as he gazed down at my body, as if saving the image for later. I let my eyes trail down his tattooed shoulders to his chest, the faint outline of his muscles, the light trail of hair that lead me lower to the waistband of his shorts. 
I rather appreciated the bulge there.
Now if only he would hurry up!
I reached up impatiently, digging my fingers into the back of his neck so I could kiss him, my tongue deepening the kiss almost immediately. I knew what I wanted tonight, and I was going to get it as quickly as possible. Eric leaned into me, letting me kiss him as I brushed my cold fingers down his chest to his hips, my hand quickly slipping inside the only piece of clothing stopping me from what I wanted.
He groaned into my mouth as I took him into my hand, pleased to find him hard, my thumb running across his head. His hips shifted into my grasp, his lips harsher against mine as I squeezed lightly, stroking him just enough to really get him going, to get him more in the mood; I didn’t want to draw this out.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his hand closing over my breast, kneading and pinching, his teeth tugging on my neck. God could he sound any hotter, muttering curses as my hand worked his shift, his pre-cum making him slick — oh!
His fingers were suddenly between my thighs, slipping between my folds to find my dampness. My hand faltered as his thumb brushed my clit, my hips jerking immediately, thighs trying to squeeze. His hand closed over my wrist, pulling me away from his length as his tongue made its way down my chest. I could feel my muscles actually quiver as he slipped down my stomach, closer and closer to the heat that was steadily building for him.
My eyes stayed on him as he settled between my legs, my fingers already curling eagerly into the sheets. His fingers dug into my thighs as he held them apart, and I moaned as his tongue suddenly slipped between my folds, running slowly through my want for him, tasting me, teasing me. I could feel the heat pool in my stomach, growing hotter and seeping into the rest of my body as Eric kissed and toyed with my clit, his teeth tugging and nipping, just enough to pinch but not hurt.
Fuck!
I gasped, my back abruptly arching as a wave of pleasure rolled up between my thighs to the rest of my body, that splendid heat overtaking my skin, flushing it, making my eyes squeeze shut. 
“Don’t stop!” I managed, my nails suddenly digging into his scalp as he sucked on my clit, his fingers easily gliding inside of me, curling towards him, my hips trying to rise with them. “Fuck, Eric!”
He actually chuckled, and the vibrations felt so fucking good! 
Shit, I was so close! I could feel it, bubbling to the surface — I was already tensing, my breathing growing shallow as I —.
What the fuck?
My eyes flew open in denial as Eric lifted his lips from my body, his tongue gliding across them as his eyes met mine. He grinned at me, pushing up to his elbows, his predatory eyes finding mine. 
“You’re such a fucking tease,” I mumbled, and he smirked, pushing up to his knees. My eyes went to his waist as he pulled on his shorts, dragging them down his hips slowly.
Ass.
Oh nice. 
I watched as his cock was finally visible, his shorts disappearing into the darkness of the room as I sat up, eyeing his length.
Well, at least Eric wasn’t a disappointment in the dick department.
My eyes flicked up to his thoughtfully, and I shuffled, making it easier for me to reach him. I let my cool fingers clasp his thighs, my nails trailing through the light hair as I leaned forward, my tongue running across his slit, finally able to taste him.
I felt his fingers knot in my hair as I took him fully into my mouth, letting my tongue curl, my cheeks hollow as i took him deeper.
“Fuck,” I heard him mumble, and I smirked, my hand curling around what my mouth couldn’t handle. His hips started shifting after a moment, wanting to thrust into my mouth, and his taste grew stronger as he became more excited, his grip painful in my hair as he attempted to guide me, make me take all of him.
I could feel him humping the back of my throat, and my nails dug lightly into his thighs, which only seemed to excite him more.
Heh, figures.
My eyes went up, meeting his. 
He would be a good, rough fuck.
And that’s what I was really needing right now.
Erics eyes were smoldering as they met mine, dilated and full of lust. He gave a harsh tug on my hair, forcing my head back, my lips still parted.
He didn’t wait, he just pushed me back, forcefully rolling me over onto my stomach and jerking on my hips. I bit my lip, looking at him over my shoulder as he positioned himself between my thighs, taking only the briefest moments necessary to pull on a condom, his movements almost frantic. 
His eyes met mine, and his fingers curled through my hair, winding it into his fist as he leaned into me, his chest pressing against my back as his teeth tugged on my ear. I could feel him teasing me, his head rubbing against my folds, taunting me. 
“I’m going to fuck you hard, and rough, and for so long you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow — and you’re going to like it.” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin, and my lips curved.
“We’ll see about that,” I breathed, rubbing my hips back against his. His eyes closed, grip tightening again, enjoying the feel of my skin against his. 
I didn’t want to wait any longer!
And apparently neither did he.
His hips pulled back from mine only long enough for him to ready himself at my entrance, prodding me, letting me feel what I was going to have to fit inside of me.
And then he pushed in, immediately going as deeply as possible and making me gasp, my body stinging at the sudden invasion despite how wet I was and how much I wanted it. Eric groaned into my hair, his hand slipping beneath me to squeeze my breast, keeping a tight grip on it as he began moving inside of me. 
Fuck! He felt so good, and he knew what he was doing. I could feel my pleasure building again, loving how rough his thrusts were, how deep he forced himself inside of me. He wasn’t gentle, he wasn’t forgiving, he just fucked me.
I rammed my hips back into his, grinding when his thrusts slowed, and he groaned, his nails digging into my skin, his skin becoming slick against mine. He was keeping our bodies close, his chest against my back, his teeth on my neck —!
I gasped as his angle changed, forcing me onto the sheets as he drove into me, my back immediately arching as he hit my spot, over and over and over and causing my pleasure to triple so quickly I was almost overwhelmed. I clutched as the bed, letting him take control and fuck me as hard as he wanted, the sound of flesh on flesh filling my ears.
This is what I’d needed, wanted. To lose myself, to not think for a couple hours — to not remember — ugh! 
I clenched around him, his hand in my hair forcing my head back, everything growing hot and dark for me abruptly. He was groaning into my ear, his hand now curled bruisingly around the thigh he was keeping angled. 
I wasn’t going to make it much longer like this!
I hit my lip, doing my best not to whimper as he squeezed my ass, molding it into his palm and digging his nails in.
“Fuck!” Eric grunted, tugging on my hair again, snapping my head back up when it had started to fall. His hand snaked around my body, and I jerked as his fingers found my clit, pinching and rolling and, and —.
Fuck, I was coming!
I rammed my hips into his with a moan, feeling those ripples of heat become unbearable, my muscles clenching as my body suddenly went into overdrive. Erics body sunk down into mine, his fingers working overtime on my clit — there!
I came with a cry, my body arching in pleasure as everything exploded before my eyes. For a few seconds, everything went dark, lovely and blissful as I met my end. I could feel my body shaking as I started to come down, Erics hand lax in my hair as he panted over top of me, apparently finished himself as well.
My fingers were clenched in the sheets, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. 
Eric really knew how to fuck.
He was still on top, his chest on my back, still inside of me and making sure I couldn’t move. We both laid there for a few moments as we regained our bearings, and I felt his lips press against my shoulder after a moment.
“You’re not a bad fuck, Camille,” he murmured huskily in my ear, and I snorted, rolling my eyes.
“You’re not as bad as I’d thought you’d be either,” I mumbled, wearily pushing myself to my elbows when he lifted himself up. I winced as he pulled out of me, the soreness immediate and uncomfortable. I knew there would be bruises in the morning, little reminders of my bad decision, but I wouldn’t be the only one with them.
I rolled onto my back with a sigh, rubbing my eyes wearily. 
Maybe I’d sleep good tonight now, being so exhausted.
Eric flopped down beside me, panting.
When my legs stopped shaking, I’d get the hell out of his apartment. But I was going to need a few moments.
“So whyd you come here?” Eric asked after a moment, still sounding a little breathless. I frowned, but didn’t lift my arm from my eyes.
“To fuck, obviously. It’s not because I enjoy spending time with you.”
“Camille. You’ve been ignoring me for days.”
“Because you’re a fucking asshole.”
I knew he was scowling, and oddly I was satisfied with that. I lifted my arm from my eyes, and pushed myself into a sitting position. I needed to leave while I still had some dignity left.
Erics eyes swept over me, from my tattoos to the scar on my stomach where my brother had stabbed me. It was ugly, and it had never faded away or become lighter against my skin. I suppose it was meant to be a reminder.
Don’t trust anyone, not even family.
Eric didn’t say anything as I slipped to my feet, quickly gathering my clothes and pulling them on, leaving him in the bed of tangled sheets and sex. I didn’t bother to look at him, there didn’t seem to be a point to make this anymore then what it was.
A fuck.
Sex was just sex, I’d never had any emotional attachment to it, there didn’t need to be any complications. I didn’t do relationships, I wasn’t in it for the long run or because my fairy tale prince would swoop in and kick ass with me. Sex was for the release, the pleasure, the time to stop thinking and let your body do all the work.
And sometimes that’s just what you needed.
I quickly left Erics apartment, winding my hair up in a bun as I started down the hallway. Even my roots were sore!
I kept my pace slow, figuring a long bath would help before I bedded down again. Eric had done a number on my thighs, I could feel the bruises starting to throb; I hoped he liked the black mark I left on his neck. Someone would think he’d been punched there.
My lips curved dirisively.
I’m not sure why I’d gone for Eric of all people, maybe because I knew he’d be rough and hurt me, or maybe because we admittedly had some tension between us, both being the assholes that we were. Plus I knew it wouldn’t mean anything to him, he wouldn’t love me or moon after me, he didn’t give a shit about me. 
And he wouldn’t say anything to anyone about it either.