Nameless (3 page)

The real goal
for their conversation had obviously been to see who could come up with the
more nuanced argument in their tipsy state, since their decision was pretty
well made from the beginning.

At this point,
it was all irrelevant. They’d taken a cab back to the house, and Erin was now pushing
him backward toward the bed as she slid his tie out from under his collar.

Seth’s hands
had been curved around her ass, but he now fit them under the fabric of her
shirt and started to push it up. When he had it bunched up under her arms, Erin
released him so he could pull her shirt off all the way.

When she
lowered one of her hands, she could feel the tight bulge at the front of his
pants. She pressed into it with her palm, watching as he winced slightly in
response to her touch.

“You sure?” he
muttered, a slight sheen of perspiration on his face.

Erin pushed him
backward a step further, until the back of his legs connected with the
mattress. “Are you kidding?” she mumbled, fumbling with the buttons on his
shirt. “Remember what we said about not blowing our one chance? From now on,
when I see you on a cable news show, I’ll get to say that I fucked you once.”

He chuckled and
started working on the clasp to her bra, managing to unhook it on the third
try.

“Let me tell
you, I’ve heard all about your sex-god reputation.” Erin dropped her bra onto
the floor and then pushed his shirt off his shoulders, trying to pull the
sleeves over his hands. The cuffs got hung up for a minute on his wrists. Eventually,
with both of them tugging on it, Seth shed his white dress shirt, baring a very
fine chest.

“So you better
not disappoint me,” she concluded, pleased with her victory over the stubborn
shirt and thrilled with the sight of his chest.

He unbuttoned
and then unzipped her black pants, easing them down over her hips. “Depends how
high your expectations are. I’m not sure today’s my best day.”

“Typical,” she
muttered, stepping out of her pants. Then she pushed Seth backwards until he
ended up sprawled sideways on the bed. She was naked except for her panties,
and she draped herself over him, ignoring the little voice in the back of her
head that kept asking whether she was really doing this.

She spoke what
her whole life had taught her was true. “Reality rarely meets our
expectations.”

Despite his
earlier qualification, Seth’s face was immediately offended. “I’ll have you
know, I’m damned good in bed.”

Erin giggled,
realizing that they both were still obviously somewhat affected by the alcohol.
“Good to know.” She arched her back as Seth began to twirl her nipples between
his fingers and thumbs. “And, just so we’re clear, so am I.”

“Never doubted
it.”

Their foreplay
was rather clumsy and random, but since they were already aroused, it ended up
being effective anyway.

Eventually,
they both were stripped naked, and Erin straddled his hips, her hands stroking
his face and his chest. She was breathing heavily now and grinding her arousal
against the lower part of his belly. The friction was highly pleasurable, and,
as he tweaked her nipples and watched her squirm above him, her motion became
more shameless.

Before she
could get anywhere with it, he’d pulled her upper body down toward his and
flipped them over, so that he was suddenly on top of her instead. They were now
lying diagonally on the bed, but they were on it far enough for only her ankles
and feet to be hanging over the side.

“Hey,” she
objected, blinking up at him. “I was having fun. You’re not like my ex, are
you? Always having to be on top?”

Marcus had
never been rough or demeaning in bed, just like he’d never been
abusive—emotionally or physically—in their marriage. It had simply been two
years of endless frustration, of running into the brick wall of his will.

Seth lowered
his mouth to her throat and lapped his tongue over her pulse. “I don’t always have
to be on top. But if you had any more of that kind of fun, it would be the only
fun you had for a while.”

It took a
minute for her befuddled mind to untangle that one, but she eventually figured
it out. “Oh. I see. About to lose it, were you? Just from watching me?” She
preened a little as she ran her hands down his back and to the firm muscles of
his ass. “I thought you were supposed to have iron control.”

Seth lifted his
head from her neck and sneered down at her. “My control is exceptional.”

She giggled
again and then mewed when his mouth suddenly closed over one of her breasts. He
sucked gently. Then flicked his tongue over her tight nipple. Then sucked
again, this time combining the suction with the flutter of his tongue.

The stimulation
on her breast was delicious, and it sent jolts and tugs of pleasure down to her
growing arousal. She grabbed at his head, pressing it in toward her breast. Soon
started panting and rocking her hips up into him, trying to find something to
rub against.

She found his
erection with her hip and bucked up into it a few times. Then she readjusted so
she could rub herself against his shaft with something other than her hip.

He grunted
roughly over her nipple. “Fuck.” His blue eyes were rather dazed, and she
wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol, the desire, or a combination of both.

“Condom,” she
gasped, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the deepening pressure between her
legs, the weight and heat of his body on top of her, and the remaining effects
of the Scotch.

“Right,” he
muttered. He kept suckling her breast, though, one of his hands fondling the
other one at the same time.

Erin writhed
beneath him, using one hand to claw clumsily at his shoulder and clutching the
bedding with the other. “Seth. Move it.”

“Right,” he
said again, the vibrations from his husky voice providing additional
stimulation on her sensitive nipple. “Condom.”

He finally
pulled off her and then sat on the edge of the bed, naked and fully erect,
panting and rubbing his eyes.

Something in
his pose gave her a sudden jolt of anxiety. “You still want to do this?”

She was stretched
out on top of the covers, hot and aroused and wanting to squirm in frustration.
She would be very disappointed if she didn’t get to have sex.

He glanced over.
Gave that irresistible half-smile she remembered from so long ago. “Yeah. Just
taking a breather.”

“Some sex god. Has
to rest every few minutes or else he wears himself out.”

In response, Seth
gave her a frigid glare that made her gasp in amusement. While she laughed, he
reached over to the overnight bag on the floor and pulled out a couple of
condom packets.

When he’d
gotten the condom rolled on, he moved on top of her again. Positioned himself
between her thighs.

Erin bent her
knees and parted her legs even more. “Finally. This better be good.”

He stared down
at her, something vague and indescribable in his eyes. “When did you get so
cynical?”

“What are you
talking about?”

“You weren’t
like this before. You were that quiet, dreamy girl who was always reading
poetry and love stories.”

So he
did
remember her. She couldn’t help but feel a swell of satisfaction that she’d
made some sort of impression on him back then.

But her reaction
just annoyed her, so she hid it. “You didn’t know me at all. How do you know
what books I read?”

“Obviously, I
know you were reading Byron. And I always look to see what people are reading.
Don’t you?”

She did.

Erin made a
frustrated sound in her throat and pushed aside the very strange bedroom talk.
She reached around to grab his ass and pull him into position. “This is hardly
the time for such a discussion, and I’m not that cynical.”

In response to
her pulling at him, Seth brought a hand down so he could line up his cock, edging
the tip inside her. “Yes, you are.”

If she pumped
her hips, she could get some tingling friction from the very slight penetration.
It wasn't enough, but it was something. “I’m not cynical. I’m realistic. I
don’t have silly romantic dreams anymore.” She paused to pant a little, since
her exertion was making her lose her breath more quickly than she’d like.

Seth slid
himself more deeply inside her, and she moaned in relief as his hard substance
filled and stretched her.

Closing his
eyes, Seth ducked his head and breathed deeply for a few moments. Then he met
her eyes again. “I guess dreams usually just disappoint.”

“Exactly. Thus,
I’m a realist now.”

“Excellent use
of the word ‘thus.’” He gave her another little smile and made a couple of
quick thrusts, which almost seemed involuntary.

She shuddered
at the sensations generated by the small movement, but she couldn’t help but
smile back. “Thank you.”

Tensing his
muscles, Seth pulled his pelvis back, sliding his cock almost out. Then he
paused briefly. Stroked back in.

Erin bit back a
moan with another shudder of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his back and
held on, her fingers digging into his skin.

Clenching his
jaw, Seth pulled back again. Gave another slow thrust. This time, Erin raised
her hips to meet it, changing the angle of penetration and creating more
intense sensations.

She hummed low
in her throat as she felt a deep pressure start to build at her center. Seth
continued his steady thrusting, and she kept matching his strokes with her
hips.

Her mind had
become a blur now—the whole scene surreal and almost fantastic. She was laid
out diagonally on a bed in Mac’s old house, with a panting Seth Thomas between
her legs, after having had a conversation that revealed her more intimately
than any she could remember. The day had seemed endless, and she could still
feel a pleasant buzz from her intoxication.

The implausibility
of the whole situation gave it a wild thrill it might not otherwise have had.

The friction
from his thrusting was definitely working, and Erin could feel an orgasm
swelling up. She started pumping her hips harder.

Seth must have
recognized the change in her body because his rhythm accelerated. His face was
tense, and his forehead glistened with sweat. As he stared down at her in a hot
kind of daze, he muttered, “You coming?”

“Maybe,” she
gasped, squirming in an attempt to get more friction. The sensations continued to
coalesce, but wouldn’t release.

Erin whimpered
and tossed her head on the pillow. Mumbled, “God, oh, God,” and bucked up into his
motion as frantically as she could.

He watched her
intently, and his lips were pressed into a tight line. His panting had turned
into soft, rhythmic grunts, but he still seemed to be in control of himself.

When the
pleasure wouldn't crest, Erin made a frustrated, sobbing noise and flopped back
on the mattress.

Then she brought
one of her hands down from his back and tried to squeeze it in between their
bodies.

Seth’s pelvis
was too close to hers, and she couldn’t get her hand in place.

She nudged at
the space that connected his body with hers. “Seth, pull up.”

“Huh,” he
grunted, ducking his head down.

“Seth,” she repeated
breathlessly, pushing at him harder. Her whole body writhed with pleasure and
need. “Need my hand.”

He grunted
again, this time incoherently, but he raised his body up by straightening his
arms.

Releasing a
loud, raspy breath in relief, Erin snuck her hand in between them and fumbled
until she found her clit, her knuckles accidentally brushing against the base
of Seth’s slick cock in a way that made him mutter, “Fuck.”

When she was
able to rub her clit with her fingertips, Erin released a long, sustained,
“Yeah.” The escalating pleasure inside her burst into urgency.

Seth picked up
his speed to match the pumping of her hips, until the pleasure finally reached
its breaking point.

Erin choked out
a wordless cry at the moment before her orgasm, her entire body clenching
around the pressure.

Seth made a
rough sound of effort as her inner muscles clamped down around his cock, but he
kept pushing into her, slowing down his rhythm and tensing to keep his control.
His straightened arms shook as he held himself up, and his fists were clenched
in the covers.

Erin was
gasping as she came down, and she was washed by a flood of lingering
satisfaction.

But with each
of Seth’s continued thrusts, she felt the same delicious friction—more so now
that she’d tightened around him. She heard herself whimpering as the pleasure
didn’t die down, simply sustained itself on this high plateau of sensation.

After a minute,
Erin’s body no longer felt quite so content. The urgency was building again,
but more to a vague, indefinable height than to another definite climax. She
wasn’t sure she could come again, but she hadn’t sunk back into leisurely
contentment since the constant friction kept pushing her higher.

Stretching
beneath his hot, tense body, Erin realized her whimpering had intensified. She
reached above to grab at the headboard, needing something solid to hang on to. They
were rocking the bed, so the tips of her fingers got caught between the
headboard and the wall, but that only added to the thrill.

Seth was grunting
even louder—primitive sounds she’d never thought to hear from such a cool man. He
was moving easily inside her. Very easily, in fact. She could hear the wet
sound of suction from his pumping very distinctly, despite the jostling bed and
the urgent noises they made.

She arched high
on the mattress, stretching her back, feeling jolts of sensation as this
changed the angle of penetration even more. She listened to the wet sound.  Realized
she could feel moisture seeping out of her entrance. Felt like it was
everywhere.