Dauntless

Part 12

I rolled over onto my back, panting for breath, my body hot and slick with sweat. I stared up at the ceiling for several moments, trying to even out my breathing, feeling Erics hand slip across my bare stomach. I cut my eyes at him as he propped himself up beside me, his eyes tracing the scars on my body, his chest moving as hard as mine.

“I remember hearing about it when your brother hurt you,” he said after a moment, his fingertips tracing the ugly scar on my pale skin. I hesitated, then rose to my elbows, watching him silently. “He’s the one from your fears. You’re afraid of him.”
I curled my nose. “I’m not afraid of him.”
Eric quirked a brow at me, and I frowned. I came here to be fucked, not questioned about my past. Why did he care anyway?
“It doesn’t matter, Eric. He’s dead anyway.”
“How do you know?”
“He’s factionless — that’s what he chose. And if he’s not dead, he is if I ever see him again.” I blew it off quickly, hating the fact he’d seen my fears and could use them against me. He had an advantage over me that I didn’t appreciate.
“He was divergent, he was running for his life.” Eric pointed out, his eyes roaming the body he’d just been inside of minutes before. “He stabbed you as a distraction not caring if you lived or died. He didn’t deserve to be Dauntless.”
“Don’t say it like you wouldn’t do the same,” I sighed, letting myself fall back onto the bed. “You’d make a distraction like that if it was your life.”
“Probably,” he agreed, his fingers still tracing circles along my damp skin. “It was a good idea.”
I rolled my eyes, and let my arm fall over my eyes, blocking the light out. Four was pissed and not talking to me, and I was pissed that he was right and there was nothing we could do. So somehow I’d found myself in Erics apartment again, fucking him and getting off as much as I could; he was a great stress reliever that way.
“Camille.”
“Hmm?”
“If I ever see your brother, I’m going to kill him.”
I hesitated, then lifted my arm from my eyes warily. I glanced at Eric, seeing he was actually serious. He wasn’t joking, he wasn’t smirking, he was actually serious.
“Eric…”
“There’s already enough competition for the biggest asshole,” he muttered, leaning forward to press a kiss against my scar. “And I intend to hold the reigning title for a long time. It only makes sense for me to take him out if I ever meet him.”
I bit my lip.
Was that his way of being nice to me?
It was kind of…. Un-Eric-y.
I felt my face flush, and I shuffled, my hand curling around his chin and bringing it up. I wasn’t sure why I suddenly felt sad looking at him, I didn’t even understand why he would say something to me like that — it wasn’t like him at all.
Eric leaned into my grasp, and I brushed my lips against his. The only time we ever kissed was when we had sex, and usually even the kissing was rough and hard. So when his lips caught mine and the kiss was mildly gentle, I was surprised. 
His tongue lightly traced my lips before delving into my mouth, his hand curling around my hip and sliding me across the bed until our bodies touched. I slipped my fingers into his short hair, kissing him deeply, liking that he did the same.
His fingers trailed down my stomach slowly, and I jerked as they found my clit, my thighs trying to close immediately. I was still incredibly sensitive from a few minutes ago, he’d really done a number on me and I wasn’t quite sure how much my body could handle. 
He chuckled against my lips, sounding annoyingly pleased with himself. 
“You’re always so tight,” he murmured, his fingers creeping lower, and I sucked in a tight breath of surprise as they entered me, curling and making my hips shift. My hand tightened in his hair, and I was trying my best to not make a sound as his thumb massaged my clit, rolling and pinching until the bud was hypersensitive and I couldn’t stop the whimper tearing itself from my throat.
His fingers slipped deeper inside me, stretching me and causing me to moan, feeling the ripples of pleasure start to burn in my lower half all over again. Eric merely continued to kiss me, taking his time and thoroughly exploring my mouth as he made me quiver beneath him. 
I knew I was incredibly wet again, soaking his digits and my thighs, and it was almost embarrassing how turned on he could make me. I couldn’t stop the whimper or the moan when he pulled out of me, only to thrust back inside with two fingers. I clenched around him, rolling my hips against his touch, needing and wanting more.
“Fuck, just listening to you is a turn on,” he groaned, his lips tearing from mine. I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks flush, only to gasp seconds later, my back arching as his fingers curled again, my body on the verge of absolute bliss. 
“I’m gonna cum!” I gasped, clinging to him desperately. “Fuck, I’m so close —!”
“Then cum,” he breathed, forcing another finger inside of me, his thumb pressing harder against my clitoris. “Cum.”
Fuck!
Fuck fuck fuck!
My hips bucked, and I squeezed my eyes shut as waves of heat swept over me, Erics lips covering mine to muffle my cry. Everything went dark for a few moments, and my body went slack. I was breathing hard, almost dazed when I opened my eyes, feeling Eric pull his fingers from my body and to his lips.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I managed, running trembling fingers through my damp hair, my body glistening with sweat. He chuckled, nuzzling my neck, his hand on my hip. He was pressing wet kisses against my throat, his knee now wedging between mine.
I could feel his hardness against my leg, and I chuckled breathlessly, running my hand through his hair. I had to admit, Eric could probably convince me to do anything he wanted so long as we were in bed. He really was that good.
Was that why I was so fond of him?
I wasn’t sure I’d ever really know.
“I want to fuck you,” he muttered, brazenly forcing my legs wide so he could settle between them. “Fuck, do I want to be inside that tight little cunt of yours.” 
He kissed me again, stopping any response I might have had, his hands curling around my wrists and pinning them beside my head. I wiggled my hips, enjoying the feel of his bare skin brushing against mine. I was throbbing, my entire lower half so wanton and wet I was going to actually die if he didn’t fuck me soon. I arched my body up against his, making sure my breasts brushed his skin — he was incredibly fond of my chest for some reason.
He groaned, his hips arching against mine. He was so hard, and the hand I managed to free and wrap around him found him already seeping. He growled softly as I pumped him with my hand, his face burying in my neck. 
“I want you inside me,” I whispered, nuzzling his ear with my nose. “Now, Eric!”
He shifted, pulling his manhood away from me as he sat up, his eyes finding mine as his hands rested on my parted thighs. His eyes were a molten blue, and he didn’t look away from me as he leaned forward, bracing himself on either side of me.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said softly, brushing my hair from my eyes. “And you’re going to be screaming my name by the time I’m done with you.”
I didn’t doubt that.
I raised up, kissing him deeply and winding my legs pleadingly around his waist, rubbing my heat against his wet cock and practically begging him. His eyes closed for a moment, and then he groaned, jerkily reaching to the side.
If Eric was anything, he was cautious, and I was incredibly grateful he never forgot the condom.
He slipped it on hastily, his hands slipping back into mine, pressing them into the sheets beside my head. His hips shifted, and I whimpered as I felt him prod my soaking slit, his lips still hungry against mine.
I rubbed again, needing him to hurry, and groaned as he sunk balls-deep in one fierce thrust 
I gasped, my fingers clenching in his as he feathered kisses against my throat. He was big, hard as stone, and so damn deep. I clenched around him, relishing the feel of him inside me, filling me.
His hips ground against mine, the muscles of his chest and arms straining as he pulled out to the tip. I didn’t get any warning before he slammed forward. Hard.
I cried out and his chest rumbled with a low, rough sound. “Fuck …You feel so good.”
Tightening his hold, he starting fucking me, nailing my hips to the mattress with wild, intense thrusts. Pleasure rippled through me again, pushing through me with every hot shove of his body into mine.
He buried his face in my neck and held me tightly in place, plunging hard and fast, our palms slipping against each others. I pressed my face against his shoulder, my teeth digging into his neck as I tried my best to hold on, my pleasure escalating rapidly.
He kept getting rougher, his thrusts rougher and more wild, and I was holding on for dear life when he changed positions and started hitting that spot. 
“Yeah, come on, come on,” he grunted, making that throb in me worse, that familiar heat flaring so suddenly over my skin I wasn’t prepared, and my back arched off the bed, his lips attempting to silence the near scream that left mine as my orgasm hit. My walls clenched, my legs going tight around him as I lost control of myself for the second time that night.
He groaned, his thrusts continuing despite how much I squeezed him, no matter how I whimpered and gasped, my body going limp. I was so sensitive now every thrust felt like it traveled right to my head, and my grip on his went slack. Eric let go of me, his hands lowering to my hips as he lifted them up —-.
“Oh, oh —.” My hips bucked against his, my fingers suddenly clenching into the sheets as my eyes opened. “Fuck, Eric —.”
Oh it felt so good! I’d never been so sensitive in my life, and he kept hitting my clit when he came down and, and —.
Sparks danced in my eyes as I lost it again, no lips or hand to muffle my cry as I came this time, Eric too focused on getting off himself. He followed me soon after, pumping himself into me, moaning and letting his head fall back as his hips jerked against mine, hands so tight I knew I would have bad bruises.
He collapsed on top of me, his face burying against my neck as we both laid there breathing hard, exhausted.
“I think you broke my vagina.” I mumbled, and he snorted, nuzzling a little closer. No one would ever think how snuggly he happened to be during and after sex. I raised my tired hand, letting it gently stroke through his damp hair, comforted that he was at least as sweaty and exhausted as I was.
“You always feel so good,” he mumbled, his voice muffled. “Even not naked.”
“You don’t even touch me when I’m not naked.” I rolled my eyes. 
“I have. Actually.” he shifted, shuffling to where he was braced over me, looking down. “There was the time on the roof, and the one in the stairwell—.”
“Shut up,” I grumbled, flushing at the memories. My hands rose to clasp his face, my finger tweaking his nose thoughtlessly with a smile. “You’re going to think you’re some sex god or something.”
He smirked down at me, nipping at my fingers and making me jerk them away.
“I am, actually. And I like it when you worship me.”
“And when the hell do I ever worship you?”
“Heh. Okay. ’oh, Eric, please. Please don’t stop, right there,’” he mimicked me in a high pitched voice, and I scowled up at him, smacking his shoulder.
“Don’t be an ass!”
He grinned at me, and leaned down to kiss my nose before forcing himself up. He shuffled, and I couldn’t stop the flinch as he pulled out of me, my legs closing instantly. 
Fuck! Ow! Way too sore!
“You want me to get you an ice pack for down there or —?”
“You can shove it up your ass,” I grumbled, running my fingers  through my tangled mess of hair as he settled down beside me in bed. The smell of sex permeated the air, and both of us were going to need serious showers after this.
Eric sighed as he laid down, and after a moment I shifted, wincing as I turned on my side to face him, propping my head on my hand. I let my eyes trail over his chest, his tattoos and that light sprinkle of hair on his pecs I rather liked.
“What?” he grunted at me when I just looked at him, my fingers absently trailing up and down his chest.
“I’m just admiring. You’re an asshole, but you’re built well.”
His lips curved, and he rolled his head, one arm pillow ing it and the other creeping around my shoulders, pulling me to his side. I sighed, letting my head rest on his shoulder, feeling his fingers tangle in my hair. 
I needed a shower and to get back to my apartment, but my legs absolutely felt like jello and I wasn’t sure I could walk right now I was so sore. So I merely snuggled closer, letting myself believe for a few moments Eric was actually a better person then he was and wouldn’t mind me spending the night.
“Camille.”
“Hmm?”
Man I was so tired, it was all I could do to keep my eyes open. So whatever Eric was going to say to me, I never actually heard it. I was dozing off, oddly comforted by the fingers he had running through my hair. He always surprised me when he was gentle.
And it took a lot to surprise me.
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