Evil Of Love (13 page)

Chapter Sixteen

Eric

God, she makes me lose control. The last time I was driven mad was when she left me ten years ago, no explanation. I’ve been crazy about her ever since, but seeing her, feeling her, I can’t get enough! I won’t let her go. I hate that I had my way with her in that alley. I’ll never forgive myself for just taking her like that. She deserves so much more. I couldn’t help myself though. I won’t let her run away. The feel of her silky skin beneath my fingers as she orgasms in my arms, is something I never want to lose.

I’m lucky she agreed to give me till my fight to make up her mind on what she wants to do. Four weeks, that’s all I have to show her she’s worth so much more than the asshole she married. She’ll see she isn’t broken; she just needs someone who can give her all she deserves. It’s hard to focus, pounding away at the bag in the gym, when all I can see is me brushing her long silky auburn hair out of her face and placing my lips against her, taking in her sweetness.

“Eric!” Marcus shouts in my ear and I’m brought back to reality.

“What?”

“Dude, if you’re going to win this fight you better fucking focus! What the hell’s going on with you lately?” he growls.

“Nothing!
I’m fine!”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. I’m not going to be cleaning your body off the mat when you get the shit beat out of you by Andres Parker because you have your head to far up your ass to pay attention!”

              Now I know he’s mad. He doesn’t understand though. Every moment of the day I’m thinking about her. I won’t be whole until I know she’s mine.

             
“You know better, Marcus. I’ve never been beat and I’m not about to start getting my ass kicked now! Even if I don’t train I’ll still win. Andres has nothing on me. He’s to fucking slow.”

             
“I don’t care if you think you’re the shit, Eric, if you don’t start focusing, your luck is going to run out. Now what’s on your mind? Is it the girl you brought here?”

             
“I don’t want to talk about her, Marcus. I’ll focus. Just do your job and train me. Let me worry about the fight.”

             
“Fine, but the last girl you got serious with had you out of focus for a month and I never even met her.”

             
“Keep your fucking opinions to yourself! You don’t know anything! I still won my fight and will this time as well. I’m done talking. Let’s finish here!” I growl back at him, done with hearing his opinion. He doesn’t know anything about that girl, Melanie. I thought I loved her. Thought she was the one who was going to break me of my sorrow of losing Steph, but it turned out she was a backstabbing whore who slept with one of my friends while we were dating. The only reason I was even upset after breaking it off with her was because it made me realize just how much I needed Stephanie. That was four years ago and it only hurt because I couldn’t have who I truly wanted. I have her now though and I’m not letting her go.

             
Marcus doesn’t say anything else to me and we train for the next two hours. I imagine every time I hit the bag that it’s Steph’s husband I’m pounding on. I actually find it helps me focus during my training. I may have to start using this technique until I have Steph to myself. Helps me relieve some tension. God, what I would give to beat the shit out of that bastard for hitting her.

***

              Pulling into the parking space at my condo, I put my pickup into park, and images of Stephanie’s tight body start coming to me. The way her hard nipples feel against my tongue has my manhood standing to attention. Taking a deep breath, running my hand through my hair, I pull the keys out of the ignition, grab my bag and head inside. Locking the door behind me I toss my bag to the floor and once in the living room, fall onto my suede sofa. Lying back, all I can think about is her. I didn’t make love to her, I fucked her, and that’s not how I wanted it to happen. Next time I’m bringing her here. I’m not going to fuck her in some alleyway like a whore. The only problem I have though, is every time I see her, touch her, I want to be with her no matter where she is. Feel her tight pussy around me. Before I end up releasing right here on the sofa, I jump up and walk to my computer room switching my desktop on. While it boots up I change out of my clothes into some grey sweat pants.

             
If I’m going to cum to the thought of Stephanie then I better be chatting with her at least. I look over at the clock on my desk, four o’clock. Her husband can’t be home yet and I know she won’t be anywhere else. I just hope she’s on her computer. I decide I’m buying her a phone tomorrow if she’ll let me. I’m tired of not being able to call her.

             
I sit down in my leather computer chair opening my email, and it’s in this moment that I realize I won’t be able to go even a day without seeing her, without losing my mind. There are no new emails in my inbox. I click ‘compose’ and type in Steph’s email address.

Steph,

I miss you already. I miss your sweet scent and the feel of your milky skin. If you get this message please message me back and let me know if you have webcam. I need to see you again.

Growing harder with every thought of you,

Eric

              I stare at the screen for what feels like eternity and then it Bings, notifying me of a new email. I promptly open it up.

Eric,

I miss you too. Thank you for today. I’ve waited so long to feel you again. Feel you between my legs.

P.S. Yes, I have webcam. I’m logging in now, but give me a moment because I’ve never used this thing before.

Can’t wait,

Steph

              Tapping my desk, impatiently waiting for the box to appear on my computer, alerting me that someone is trying to chat through webcam, I can’t help but get butterflies in the pit of my stomach and already I’m getting hard again. As soon as I see the alert I click it, switching the web chat on and I’m instantly greeted by Steph’s beautiful round face, framed with her long silky auburn hair. Here it is four in the afternoon, sun shining, and I’m hiding away in my computer room, getting ready to get off to the girl I love, via the internet.

             
Her brown eyes look at me and I sigh to myself as I watch a shy smile spread across her face. She’s embarrassed. “You look beautiful Stephanie. God, I wish you were with me right now.”

             
“Thank you, Eric. I wish I was there too.”

             
“I don’t want to talk about us or your husband. I want to talk about you. You are incredibly beautiful. Why don’t you stand up and show me what you got on?” I ask, as the thin white straps on her shoulders show she changed her outfit from earlier today.

             
“I’m wearing a light summer dress,” she says as she stands up and does a full circle. I moan inwardly as I get a peek of her ass cheeks as she twirls. “Oh, and I’m not wearing any underwear,” she whispers as she takes her seat back in the computer chair. God, this girl drives me crazy!

             
“Oh yeah? Can you show me?” I ask, not sure if she’s going to take the bait or be disquieted that I’m asking her through the computer.

             
Without responding she stands up and moves away from the computer desk so that I can see her from about the middle of her thigh to her midsection. Oh, how I wish I could taste every inch of her. She turns around so that the back of her is in my direction. I slouch back in my chair, giving my manhood a good rub, attempting to tame it. Her delicate fingers grab the bottom of her white dress, lifting it slowly, inch by inch, until her ass is fully exposed and then unexpectedly she leans forward, showing me the perfect shot of her delicious pussy. She’s perfection. She slowly turns around, dress still held above her hips, until her smooth pussy is facing the computer screen. That does me in, I have my sweat pants pulled down slightly so that my area is exposed and I’m stroking myself. Long and slow.

             
“Now your turn,” she says, dropping her dress, covering up and sitting back in her seat. She looks even more gorgeous when her cheeks are flushed. I don’t argue and I’m already exposed, so I grab my webcam from the top of my monitor and before showing her the goods, I give a wink into the camera. I distance the little round camera far enough so that she gets the full view of my abs and strong thighs. I’m harder than I’ve ever been, standing straight up, just for her. I’ve never done this type of thing before and the excitement is pushing me to the point that I have to concentrate so that I don’t end up exploding all over the camera.

             
“Oh baby, is that for me?” I hear her sweet voice and look up at my monitor, watching as she moves the tip of her finger around her swollen lips, slowly licking and then moving her finger in her mouth. I groan in pleasure. “Stroke it baby,” sweetness in her voice ringing in my ears and I do as she commands. Placing the camera on my computer desk, angling it down, I grab my shaft and stoke in slow long strides. If I move to fast I’ll definitely lose it right here. Deep breaths, I do all I can to keep my composure, but I can feel my balls tightening.

             
“I wish I was with you, Eric.”

             
I look back up to the screen to meet Steph’s brown eyes as they watch me in wonder. “I’ll come to you,” I instantly respond without thinking. I wait and watch as she bites her lip, contemplating the offer.

             
“You have no idea how much I would like that. Tomorrow, I can go to your place if you want?”

             
“Of course,” I reply hoarsely as I continue to stroke myself.

             
“It’s my turn,” the words escape her swollen lips quietly and my hand stops mid-stroke. I gulp as I move my camera so it’s back on my face and watch my monitor. My view moves from her pink cheeks down her neck and stopping at two mounds at her chest. She pulls down her straps, one at a time, with her free hand. Slowly guiding her breasts up and out of her dress, I watch intently as each swollen nipple is exposed and squirm in my seat, wanting nothing more than to place them in my mouth. She pulls at each of them, stretching and causing them to harden even more.

             
She continues with the camera, moving it down her midsection that’s still covered with her dress until she reaches her thighs. The camera steadies indicating she’s positioned it on her desk and the view is intoxicating. Both her hands slide gently from her bare knees, up to her inner thighs, until they reach the hem of her dress. Sliding her dress up until her exposed pussy is in view, she doesn’t stop. She arches her back pulling her dress up, above her hips and then sitting back down. The crease in her lips is exposed between her inner thighs and I think my shaft has grown even harder. I watch intently as she spreads her thighs and her delicate hand runs over her opening. I shiver in my seat not knowing how much more I can take of this without touching her. She’s making me hungry with desire.

             
Her red polished fingers gently open her lips and she begins to circle her clit and a quiet moan sounds from her mouth. Oh, what I would give to make her cum over and over again right now. The tip of her finger meets her opening and slowly disappears inside and I grab myself not able to control it anymore.

             
“Keep going baby. Show me how wet you are,” I grunt, barely getting the words out as I ease closer to climax watching her finger moving in and out of her. Her other hand rubbing her clit faster and she places another finger inside herself now moving at a steady pace, in and out and I can hear her pleasure through her moans. I begin stoking myself.

             
“Cum for me,” I command, wanting her to release before I end up exploding on myself.

             
Watching her hips thrust against her hand her moans get louder as she climaxes to no return and her hands move faster causing me to stroke myself. She moans loudly which sends me over the edge, releasing here in front of my computer while watching the love of my life masturbate and she releases as well.

             
It’s something I’ve never done before, get off while video chatting, but with Stephanie, I will do anything just to hear the sound of pleasure coming for those delicious lips. I grab a towel nearby, cleaning up as I hear her shuffle around on the other side of the computer. When I look back at the monitor, I’m greeted by two large brown eyes and auburn hair that is dangling around her flushed cheeks. She just doesn’t see how beautiful she is.

             
“I’m going to be thinking about you all night, Eric.”

             
“Do me a favor?” I ask, hesitantly.