Chapter 3
Lips trailed up her back. She smiled a small smile, turning over and looking down at the man who managed to pull multiple orgasms out of her. She sighs. He crawled on top of her, looking down at her face. He smirks at her.
“You can’t seriously be ready for round two…not after 15 minutes?” he gave a little thrust, to emphasize how he is very much ready for round two. She moans, feeling his cock poke against her opening. She raises her pelvis, his cock thrusting into her instantly. They both moan simultaneously. “Harder…Faster!” she groans, and he is more than happy to oblige. He pushes in her harder, making her dig her nails into the skin of his back. She met him thrust for thrust, slamming her own hips against his pelvis, feeling that sweet ending coming soon.
“Fuck!” He cursed, feeling her pussy tighten around his cock, squeezing him deliciously. “Fuck, yes…squeeze me like that, baby, yes!” he hisses into her ear as he feels his cock throb inside her. He was close. Oh so, close.
“You fuck like a champion! Oh yes!” She screams as she could feel that tight, warm sensation settling in her belly…she’s about cum. She formed an O with her mouth feeling her pussy convulse closing her eyes tight, seeing stars. “God yes!” she screams, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.
His eyes roll into the back of his head, feeling each stream of cum coat her walls. He slammed into her a few more times, and then collapsed on top of her. He nuzzled her neck, panting against her skin.
“Fuck, that was amazing!” she said into his ear. She’d feel guilty about this, except her loving husband hasn’t had time for her lately. She could have sworn he purposely planned that party or opened that bar just to avoid her and tick her off. Lately, that’s all he’s been doing; working at the bar with Pamela, or planning that godawful reunion party.
Adding insult to injury, she saw who was on the guest list and pitched a fit. She went searching for her darling husband to let him know that they are not allowed at this party. She frowns as she remembers the conversation:
“Eric, what the fuck is this?” she screams as she approaches him. He was looking down onto his stupid fucking checklist, not really paying any attention to her.
“What, Nora?” Eric asked with nonchalance as he blatantly ignores her. She was about to go off on another one of her rants. He deliberately left the guest list sitting on her desk in her office, knowing exactly who was on list.
After all, it was Pam that put the list together, since Nora was nowhere to be found. She was supposed to helping…like she promised, but again she disappeared. He would have chuckled, but he didn’t want to rile her further.
"The guest list, Eric! What the fuck is up with the guest list?” Her English accent came out the more upset she got. Before, he would have found that sexy…now, he just found it annoying.
“What about the guest list?” He replied, still not paying attention to her. She huffs, looking outraged at his lack of response to her disdain.
“Why the fuck is Sookie Stackhouse and Tara Thorton on the guest list?! You know how I feel about them! I want them off the list…now!” She replied with haughtiness, thrusting the papers at him. He finally looked at her, only for a moment then turned his head back to his checklist.
“I can’t do that, Nora.” He simply said, and nothing more. She gave him a shocked look, fury burning her in blood, her eyes seeing nothing but red.
“Why the fuck not?!” She screeched, making Eric cringe and shake his head.
“One, I already sent the invitations out a few days ago. Two, you were nowhere to be found when I needed you, and three, because you haven’t been helping like you promised, you don’t have any say on who makes the guest list.” He knew exactly how she felt about Sookie and her best friend Tara. “Sorry.” He added, feeling anything but.
“You fucking did this on purpose! You knew this whole time how I felt about them!” She said as she pointed her finger at him. Eric rolls his eyes.
“God, Nora…” he snorts, walking away. “Quit being a fucking drama queen. Your little scene is scaring the staff.” He disappears upstairs, thoroughly dismissing her. She looks around and noticed her servants had fearful looks on their face. Her cheeks heated with embarrassment, while she still had some dignity, she nodded her head at everyone walking away.
Because of their little argument, Nora was pissed and riled up, needing someone to fuck her brains out. So, she called Roman Zimojic, her business partner, and met him at the hotel in New Orleans. She had a room at the Renaissance New Orleans Arts Hotel, which she’d use every night after work. And boy, did he deliver. She sighs to herself.
“I can’t believe he invited that tramp to our party!” she said with disgust. She hated Sookie Stackhouse…with a passion and her little black, loud mouth of a friend.
“Who are you talking about?”
“Sookie fucking Stackhouse!” She growled. Roman rolled his eyes. He really didn’t want to lay here and listen to her rant about Sookie Stackhouse…again. So he got out the bed, going into the bathroom. Nora continued on, “I just don’t get what everyone liked about in high school. She had all the teachers wrapped around her little finger! She’s a fucking phony, that’s what she is.” She grumbled. Roman came out the bathroom, jumping back onto the bed.
“Forget about Sookie,” he said, nuzzling into her neck. “I’m ready for round three.” He said, crushing his lips against Nora’s.
She never mentioned Sookie after that again.
It was night time, and it was a slow night at his bar. Eric sat in his office feeling absolutely smug and satisfied. Everything was going according to plan. It couldn’t have more perfect. Only that’s left for him to do, is bare his soul to the love of his life: Sookie Stackhouse. How could he have been so stupid? Oh wait, that’s right…he was a young, stupid teenager with raging hormones.
Common sense flew out the window. The only thing on his adolescent mind was sex and getting through high school, not his future. And then there was the crude, clichéd politics of high school: just because he had good looks, with an awesome body he had to go out with the most stunning girl; that being Nora Gainsborough.
Of course, like a sexual brainless fool, he went along with it. What would have happened if he had stayed in his corner and ignored it all? Would he be married to Nora? Would he be with Sookie? He didn’t know the answer to those questions and it didn’t matter anymore. It’s all in the past.
What he does know is Sookie is the love of his life, and he wants her for the long haul. He wants it all with her: a good job (already in the works), kids (as many as they can have), money (he has more than enough), and just a happy future. This time no more games and no more Nora getting in the way.
I let her slip through my fingers once before…I don’t intend to let it happen again.
Ever since he decided he was done with Nora all he’d been thinking about was Sookie and their future. Then again, his thoughts of Sookie had not waned over the years. They increased and remained constant. He was thinking clearly for first time in years…and its time that he stops kidding himself and make some changes to his life; starting off with getting rid of Nora Gainsborough.
He was pulled from his musings when Pamela walked into the room. He looked up from his paperwork with an expectant look on his face. “Is everything okay out there, Pam?” he asked. Pam sighs in frustration.
“Just a couple of hoodlums trying to sneak in with fake IDs. Honestly, Eric we should really hire a new bouncer! Clancy is doing a piss poor job and isn’t worth shit! Lazy fucker…” Pam mutters. Eric chuckled.
“Is everything set with the party?” Eric asked. Pam nodded her head.
“I can’t believe after all this time you’re finally going to tell her how you feel. It’s about time you get your head out of Nora’s ass!” She rolls her eyes at him and his ridiculousness. Eric glared at her.
“It isn’t my fault Nora managed to manipulate me into marrying her. I was young…and stupid.” Pam scoffs.
“Oh, is that your excuse?…She manipulated you? With what exactly? All the sex you could ever dream of?” Pam sneered. “Speaking of which, how did she react when she found the guest list?” Eric smirked at her.
“How do you think? She threw a fit of course and demanded that I change it.” He chuckles. Pam clapped her hands in glee.
“I wish I would have been there to see her reaction.” Pam replies with amusement. Eric grins at his best friend.
“You should have seen her…she scared the shit out of the servants!” Pam cackled madly.
“I have a feeling this party is going to be interesting. Everything is going to change.” Eric smiled at her.
“Indeed, it is, Pam.”
“You can’t seriously be ready for round two…not after 15 minutes?” he gave a little thrust, to emphasize how he is very much ready for round two. She moans, feeling his cock poke against her opening. She raises her pelvis, his cock thrusting into her instantly. They both moan simultaneously. “Harder…Faster!” she groans, and he is more than happy to oblige. He pushes in her harder, making her dig her nails into the skin of his back. She met him thrust for thrust, slamming her own hips against his pelvis, feeling that sweet ending coming soon.
“Fuck!” He cursed, feeling her pussy tighten around his cock, squeezing him deliciously. “Fuck, yes…squeeze me like that, baby, yes!” he hisses into her ear as he feels his cock throb inside her. He was close. Oh so, close.
“You fuck like a champion! Oh yes!” She screams as she could feel that tight, warm sensation settling in her belly…she’s about cum. She formed an O with her mouth feeling her pussy convulse closing her eyes tight, seeing stars. “God yes!” she screams, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.
His eyes roll into the back of his head, feeling each stream of cum coat her walls. He slammed into her a few more times, and then collapsed on top of her. He nuzzled her neck, panting against her skin.
“Fuck, that was amazing!” she said into his ear. She’d feel guilty about this, except her loving husband hasn’t had time for her lately. She could have sworn he purposely planned that party or opened that bar just to avoid her and tick her off. Lately, that’s all he’s been doing; working at the bar with Pamela, or planning that godawful reunion party.
Adding insult to injury, she saw who was on the guest list and pitched a fit. She went searching for her darling husband to let him know that they are not allowed at this party. She frowns as she remembers the conversation:
“Eric, what the fuck is this?” she screams as she approaches him. He was looking down onto his stupid fucking checklist, not really paying any attention to her.
“What, Nora?” Eric asked with nonchalance as he blatantly ignores her. She was about to go off on another one of her rants. He deliberately left the guest list sitting on her desk in her office, knowing exactly who was on list.
After all, it was Pam that put the list together, since Nora was nowhere to be found. She was supposed to helping…like she promised, but again she disappeared. He would have chuckled, but he didn’t want to rile her further.
"The guest list, Eric! What the fuck is up with the guest list?” Her English accent came out the more upset she got. Before, he would have found that sexy…now, he just found it annoying.
“What about the guest list?” He replied, still not paying attention to her. She huffs, looking outraged at his lack of response to her disdain.
“Why the fuck is Sookie Stackhouse and Tara Thorton on the guest list?! You know how I feel about them! I want them off the list…now!” She replied with haughtiness, thrusting the papers at him. He finally looked at her, only for a moment then turned his head back to his checklist.
“I can’t do that, Nora.” He simply said, and nothing more. She gave him a shocked look, fury burning her in blood, her eyes seeing nothing but red.
“Why the fuck not?!” She screeched, making Eric cringe and shake his head.
“One, I already sent the invitations out a few days ago. Two, you were nowhere to be found when I needed you, and three, because you haven’t been helping like you promised, you don’t have any say on who makes the guest list.” He knew exactly how she felt about Sookie and her best friend Tara. “Sorry.” He added, feeling anything but.
“You fucking did this on purpose! You knew this whole time how I felt about them!” She said as she pointed her finger at him. Eric rolls his eyes.
“God, Nora…” he snorts, walking away. “Quit being a fucking drama queen. Your little scene is scaring the staff.” He disappears upstairs, thoroughly dismissing her. She looks around and noticed her servants had fearful looks on their face. Her cheeks heated with embarrassment, while she still had some dignity, she nodded her head at everyone walking away.
Because of their little argument, Nora was pissed and riled up, needing someone to fuck her brains out. So, she called Roman Zimojic, her business partner, and met him at the hotel in New Orleans. She had a room at the Renaissance New Orleans Arts Hotel, which she’d use every night after work. And boy, did he deliver. She sighs to herself.
“I can’t believe he invited that tramp to our party!” she said with disgust. She hated Sookie Stackhouse…with a passion and her little black, loud mouth of a friend.
“Who are you talking about?”
“Sookie fucking Stackhouse!” She growled. Roman rolled his eyes. He really didn’t want to lay here and listen to her rant about Sookie Stackhouse…again. So he got out the bed, going into the bathroom. Nora continued on, “I just don’t get what everyone liked about in high school. She had all the teachers wrapped around her little finger! She’s a fucking phony, that’s what she is.” She grumbled. Roman came out the bathroom, jumping back onto the bed.
“Forget about Sookie,” he said, nuzzling into her neck. “I’m ready for round three.” He said, crushing his lips against Nora’s.
She never mentioned Sookie after that again.
It was night time, and it was a slow night at his bar. Eric sat in his office feeling absolutely smug and satisfied. Everything was going according to plan. It couldn’t have more perfect. Only that’s left for him to do, is bare his soul to the love of his life: Sookie Stackhouse. How could he have been so stupid? Oh wait, that’s right…he was a young, stupid teenager with raging hormones.
Common sense flew out the window. The only thing on his adolescent mind was sex and getting through high school, not his future. And then there was the crude, clichéd politics of high school: just because he had good looks, with an awesome body he had to go out with the most stunning girl; that being Nora Gainsborough.
Of course, like a sexual brainless fool, he went along with it. What would have happened if he had stayed in his corner and ignored it all? Would he be married to Nora? Would he be with Sookie? He didn’t know the answer to those questions and it didn’t matter anymore. It’s all in the past.
What he does know is Sookie is the love of his life, and he wants her for the long haul. He wants it all with her: a good job (already in the works), kids (as many as they can have), money (he has more than enough), and just a happy future. This time no more games and no more Nora getting in the way.
I let her slip through my fingers once before…I don’t intend to let it happen again.
Ever since he decided he was done with Nora all he’d been thinking about was Sookie and their future. Then again, his thoughts of Sookie had not waned over the years. They increased and remained constant. He was thinking clearly for first time in years…and its time that he stops kidding himself and make some changes to his life; starting off with getting rid of Nora Gainsborough.
He was pulled from his musings when Pamela walked into the room. He looked up from his paperwork with an expectant look on his face. “Is everything okay out there, Pam?” he asked. Pam sighs in frustration.
“Just a couple of hoodlums trying to sneak in with fake IDs. Honestly, Eric we should really hire a new bouncer! Clancy is doing a piss poor job and isn’t worth shit! Lazy fucker…” Pam mutters. Eric chuckled.
“Is everything set with the party?” Eric asked. Pam nodded her head.
“I can’t believe after all this time you’re finally going to tell her how you feel. It’s about time you get your head out of Nora’s ass!” She rolls her eyes at him and his ridiculousness. Eric glared at her.
“It isn’t my fault Nora managed to manipulate me into marrying her. I was young…and stupid.” Pam scoffs.
“Oh, is that your excuse?…She manipulated you? With what exactly? All the sex you could ever dream of?” Pam sneered. “Speaking of which, how did she react when she found the guest list?” Eric smirked at her.
“How do you think? She threw a fit of course and demanded that I change it.” He chuckles. Pam clapped her hands in glee.
“I wish I would have been there to see her reaction.” Pam replies with amusement. Eric grins at his best friend.
“You should have seen her…she scared the shit out of the servants!” Pam cackled madly.
“I have a feeling this party is going to be interesting. Everything is going to change.” Eric smiled at her.
“Indeed, it is, Pam.”