Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.
This was the third story I published on fanfiction.net. October 2010.
What if Sookie came to her senses when she found Eric in her bed the first time (in chapter 3 of Club Dead)? Well I think it would have been something like this, and that would be a whole lot of lemony goodness.
All mistakes are my own.
After a few hours of restless sleep, I suddenly felt relaxed. My aching back was being rid of all the tight muscles that had formed there since Bill had disappeared. In my sleepy head I couldn’t figure out why I felt so good, especially considering the way I had felt when I climbed into bed. As the tension began to leave my lower back, I realized that my legs also started to relax, and rub together to put pressure on the sensitive skin that was getting very warm. It was then that I realized that it was strong cool hands massaging me, and that my nightgown had inched up until it rested right around my ribs.
I pushed my body back and found myself against a cold hard wall of vampire. Willing myself not to wake from this dream, I kept my eyes shut. I ran my hands all over his body, feeling hotter by the minute. He groaned when my hot fingers wrapped around his cold hard cock. His fingers that had been stroking my leg slid up my inner thigh and plunged right into the wet folds that were waiting for him. We stroked each other for what seemed like hours until we were both at the edge of orgasm, our bodies writhing together as he spooned my back against his chest.
Finally breaking through the haze of lust that paralyzed my body, I jerked myself up on top of him and forced him under me. Still gripping his cock, I positioned the head at my entrance. I waited. He waited for me to do something.
“Is this what you want?” I asked in a husky voice.
“Oh yes, please,” Eric said. Well at least his mama had taught him to be polite.
“Then tell me how much you want me.”
“What? You expect me to beg you?” he said, with an indignant and breathy voice.
“Well, I could just stop, if you’re not willing to beg me.” I said as I swiveled my hips pushing him into me a fraction of an inch.
“Ugh!” Eric grunted. After a minute to regain his speech, he added, “I thought you were a soft southern girl, not some demanding bitch.”
“Oh, I can be soft,” I said as I brought his hand up to my breast, bringing a moan from both of our mouths. “And there’s nothing wrong with me demanding a little groveling.”
He was playing this game more than fairly. But if he didn’t say something soon the tables would turn and it would be me begging him to fuck me.
“Yield to me. You know you won’t regret it.” He said in a quiet voice. He was definitely not used to being the one to beg to get what he wanted.
“Is that the best you can do?” I sank a little farther down on his shaft.
“Oh please, Sookie. Please.” Desperation. He needed me desperately, just like I needed him.
I pulled my nightgown off the rest of the way, making my breast bounce in his hand. A tremor traveled through his body. I grabbed his other hand and put it on my other breast, and used my own hands to guide his in teasing and rolling my nipples.
“Sorry, did you say something?” I mocked, once I recovered.
“Sookie, I need you. I need to feel your heat around me, engulfing me, sucking me deeper. I have wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. I need you, all of you.”
With that, I let my body slide all the way down until his dick filled me up. I held perfectly still, enjoying the wave that moved through my body, whipping my head back until my hair was touching his chest. He grabbed my hair and pulled my body close to his.
“So hot. So tight. So perfect,” he whispered to my ear.
Then we began to move together, his hands trailed down to my hips and gripped them possessively. Guiding me up and down painfully slow. Neither of us dared to speed up, since we didn’t want this to end. Ever.
His talented finger found my clit and began to stroke it ever so slightly, causing a quiver to spread through my already wet pussy. Just as I was about to orgasm, he sat up, pushed me forward until my hands were supporting me on the footboard of my bed and he was fucking me with all the passion he had been holding back. He growled and cupped my mound hard, putting just enough pressure on my clit to force a scream out of my throat as I climaxed for the first time.
“Harder! Yes, oh please, yes. I need you to fuck me harder!!!” I screamed again
I could almost see his eyebrow raise as he said, “Now, who’s begging?”
“Oh shut up and fuck me!”
And he did. We spent hours together, and I enjoyed every moment that his dick slid in and out of me, pushing, pulling, gripping my body feeling my inner walls tighten over and over. Bruising me, he held nothing back.
After I had at least 7 orgasms, I whispered to him, “I want you to bite me, show me how good it can feel.” Now the desperation was in my voice. I needed him, like nothing else.
He pulled me back against him again, still thrusting deep into my body, we were both coated with cum he had pulled from my body. He licked my neck slowly finding the perfect spot. Then he bit, and groaned something into my neck as his dick swelled inside me and pulsed as he came hard. He found my clit again and moved his fingers in expert circles until I screamed again, causing the blood to gush from my wounded neck into his open mouth. The pulse of blood filled his mouth and he came in quick spurts again as my pussy milked every last drop out of him. Shaking and quivering, I collapsed on top of him.
“That’ll teach you to show up in my bed in the middle of the night.” I said.
“Oh yes, that will teach me!” he chuckled.
After a few moments, he said, “You know this changes everything. Right?” I nodded, which I knew he could see in my dark room. “No wonder I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I have very good taste.” And he licked his lips to prove his point.
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