Nameless (45 page)

“Seth,” she
gasped, never in her life feeling as tightly wound with need and desire. “We either
need to move to the bed or you need to fuck me right here.”

Seth had been
mouthing her throat, but at this he pulled back. “Might as well use the bed.”

“Good choice.” When
Seth took a step back and released her, her body felt strangely naked and weak.
She wore her skirt and underwear, and she could tell that her breasts had
already leaked a little, the moisture captured by the pads in her bra.

Rubbing her
face with her hands in an attempt to clear her mind, she added, feeling the
first hint of self-consciousness. “I’ll just get a towel.”

Seth nodded and
moved—a little awkwardly—toward the bed.

Erin went into
the bathroom and stared in the mirror for a moment. Her hair was a mess, her
lips were a little swollen, her cheeks were blazing red, and her eyes looked a
bit wild. She concluded she still looked pretty decent—if a little over-exuberant.

But there was
nothing to be done about that. She hadn’t had sex in six months, and she was so
turned on right now that she was having trouble not reaching into her panties
and getting herself off on her own.

Snagging a
thick, white towel, she returned to the bedroom to find Seth, shirtless,
barefoot, and in the process of unfastening his pants.

His body was
gorgeous, and she just stared at it in awe for a minute, having forgotten how strong
and graceful the subtly rippling muscles and flat planes of his chest were.

With his hands
holding his pants up, Seth glanced at her questioningly. “Changing your mind?”

“God, no.” Something
warm and amused kindled in her chest. “Just thinking you seem to be in a
hurry.”

He narrowed his
eyes. “And I suppose that implies I’m alone in that?” His voice was an attempt
at cool distance—but a failed one, since every word sounded like a husky
caress.

She took the
few steps over toward him and stroked his chest with her palms. “Yes,” she
lied. She tugged his pants out of his grip and pushed them down with his
underwear over his hips, her eyes focused down at his hard cock. “I’m not in a
hurry at all.”

His smile told
her that he knew this was an obvious lie, and for a moment they stared at each
other—lost in a moment of kinship, affection, and shared irony.

Then Seth
seemed to realize he was completely naked while Erin still had a lot of clothes
on. He pulled her into a kiss, and—at the same time—got rid of her skirt and
panties by the simple expedient of pushing them both down her legs.

Erin was
totally into the embrace, so she wasn’t even self-conscious about any evidence
of her added pounds from the pregnancy. But when she felt Seth’s fingers on the
fastenings of her bra, she inhaled sharply and pulled her mouth away.

With both hands
curved around the back of his head, she whispered, “Seth. About that. They’re
really full right now. It’s going to get a little...wet.”

He knew exactly
what she was talking about this time. “It won’t bother me, as long as you’re
okay with it.”

She wasn’t sure
how she felt about leaking breasts in the middle of sex—this would be more
significant than the few drops she’d leaked when she was pregnant—but at this
point she was too far gone to spend any more time worrying about it. Her only
choices were to try to express the milk in some way before they had sex or to
not have sex at all. And neither of those were options she was willing to take.
“Okay,” she said, smiling up at him, trying not to look self-conscious. “If you
get weirded out, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He frowned,
unfastening her bra and pulling the fabric away from her breasts. “I think you
have a skewed sense of my nature, if you think something so trivial is enough
to unsettle me.”

She giggled,
ridiculously relieved at his response. “
Weirded out
. That’s different
than being unsettled.”

Seth’s eyes
were on her breasts, and nothing in their hot attention hinted at any
conflicted feelings about the fact that she used them to nurse his child. “Believe
me. I’ll be neither unsettled nor weirded out.”

Erin wasn’t
sure what impressed her the most. The fact that he’d used “nor” in the middle
of foreplay or that he’d actually said “weirded out.”

“Well,” she replied
with a predatory smile. “You are indeed a man among men.”

Then, deciding
they’d spent enough time chatting, she put the flat of her hands on his chest
and pushed him, until he ended up on his back on the bed.

She crawled
over him, straddling his legs and caressing her way up to his shoulders. Her
lust had once again taken over—and somehow his matter-of-fact response to the
momentary distraction had made her even more eager to claim him.

Leaning forward
until her breasts were pressed against his chest, Erin kissed him, humming as
his arms went around her and his hands stroked her back and the curves of her
ass. As her tongue ravaged his mouth, she rubbed her wet arousal against his
lower belly, humming even more at the delicious friction against her clit.

Then suddenly
she reared up, until she was upright above him. “Condom,” she gasped, horrified
that she’d completely forgotten something so obvious, to the point of being
about to fuck him without one.

Seth’s face
twisted slightly. “I brought some.”

Erin exhaled in
deep relief, but she noticed a lingering expression on his face. She leaned
forward to stroke his jaw, feeling strangely tender despite the rather prosaic
topic. “I’m sorry. I know you got to go bareback last time. But, even though
I’m still nursing, I’m...fertile again. As much as I love Mackenzie, I really
don’t want another one nine months from now.”

“Good point. They’re
in the back pocket of my pants.”

With a groan of
frustration, Erin pulled off  him and scrambled off the bed again. Reaching
down, she picked up his pants and pulled out a folded strip of condom packets
from the back pocket.

Her eyebrows
shot up as she eyed the number he’d brought with him. “Feeling lucky, were y—”

Her voice
trailed off when her eyes returned to the huge antique bed. Instead of
finishing her teasing question, she stared greedily.

Seth was sprawled
naked on the bed, where she’d left him. But now his eyes were closed, and he
was giving his very erect cock a few relieving squeezes.

When she
stopped talking, however, he opened his eyes and released his erection. Gave
her a rather sheepish look, but managed to say with dry humor, “I believe this
is a sign that my situation is getting desperate.”

She laughed and
crawled up over him again, straddling him over the thighs this time. “Tell me
about it,” she said fondly. “I was hard pressed not to get myself off real
quick in the bathroom.”

They exchanged
smiles, and again Erin felt that familiar warmth in her chest—which was so much
more than just the animal lust that was also throbbing between them.

“Our wild,
spontaneous fuck does seem to be burdened with a lot of detours before it
finally gets going, but I think we’re just about ready to go now.” She ripped
open a condom packet to prove her point.

“Thank God,” Seth
muttered under his breath. It almost sounded like a prayer.

Torn between
more amusement and the renewed momentum of her desire, she stared down at his
naked body, his hard cock, and his tense face. Then, deciding she might as well
give him a little thrill, she checked out the condom quickly before she
positioned it in the front of her mouth.

Seth’s eyes
widened as he watched her, his ravenous expression giving her a little thrill
of her own. She pressed the tip of the condom against the roof of her mouth
with her tongue and reached for his cock, holding it upright and steady with
one of her hands.

Then, leaning
over all the way, she rolled on the condom with her mouth.

Seth moaned and
his hips twitched slightly, as he obviously held back his instinctive response
to having her mouth envelope him.

Being careful
not to use her teeth, Erin pulled up, stroking the hard length of him with her
wet lips as she released him.

She used her
fingers to make sure the condom was secure and then pulled her body up,
scooting up his legs until she was kneeling above his pelvis.

“Fuck, Erin,” he
breathed, reaching to hold her by the hips. “You’re incredible. And so
beautiful.”

Something
fluttery awoke in her belly at the awed expression in his eyes. For the first
time in ages, Erin actually
felt
beautiful, even though she was naked
and still couldn't fit into all her old clothes.

She lined
herself up over his cock, moving carefully until she was able to lower herself
over him, sheathing his erection in the hot clasp of her body.

She felt tight
and full with him inside her, and she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, her
hands splayed out on his chest and her legs folded on either side of his lean
hips.

Seth had closed
his eyes as he'd entered her, and his fingers were now digging into her hips. “Yes.
Fuck, yes.”

Erin had been a
little afraid that having a baby had changed her body irrevocably, so she was
overwhelmingly relieved that he was still visibly affected by simply being
inside her. Relieved that he still seemed to like it.

She hummed in
her throat—the last of her insecurities fading completely as she felt a wave of
both power and need wash over her. Right now, she was straddling Seth, who was
naked and prone and pulsing with leashed energy beneath her.

That
seemed to be the priority at the moment.

She closed her
eyes and rocked over him, experimenting with angles and sensations to decide
what felt the best. She moaned softly as his hard flesh shifted inside her,
evoking delicious tingles of feeling.

Seth didn’t say
anything but, when she opened her eyes, his gaze was hot and deep and speaking.
Erin whimpered again, from the feelings in her chest as much as from the
feelings between her legs.

Instinctively,
she squeezed her inner muscles around him, causing him to buck up in a jerky
little thrust. “Fuck,” he gasped, his fingers tightening on her hips.

Erin released a
short, wordless cry in response to his thrust, and that jolt of sensation did
away with the last of her control.  The coiled tension couldn’t be held back
anymore. Her body ached for him—
all
of her ached for him.

She started to
ride him for real, bracing herself with her hands on his chest.

“Yes,” Seth
hissed again, his lids falling halfway shut as he watched her moving over him. “Yes,
Erin.”

For the first
minute, Erin rode him silently, only her accelerating breathing marking the
building pressure at her center. Then she felt an orgasm welling up unexpectedly,
far sooner than she would have predicted.

“Oh, God,” she
grunted, her bouncing growing more rapid as the friction pushed her closer to
release. “Oh, God.”

“Erin.” Seth hands
slid up to cup her breasts. Her nipples were slightly damp from leaking
earlier, but neither she nor Seth seemed to notice or care. “You feel
incredible.” His pelvis moved in time with her motion above him, and his
features grew tenser and tenser as together they shook the sturdy bed.

Erin was
already beyond complete sentences. “Yeah,” she gasped, moving her hands to her
own thighs. Seth’s cock was sliding easily in her pussy, and she leaned
backward a little, instinctively trying to feel him in a different way.

She reached
behind her so she could grab his strong thighs, leaning back even farther. “Yeah.”

 “Yes, Erin,
come.” His hands moved down to her hips. His head was lifted off the bed, and
his eyes shifted from her contorted face, to her jiggling breasts, to his cock
sliding in and out of her body. “Come, baby, come.”

She rode him as
wildly as her thighs could manage, desperately needing the friction, getting
more and more frantic as his cock moved in just the right way and the shaking
of their erotic rhythm stimulated all the rest of her body. She kept trying to
open her eyes, wanting to see him, wanting to share this with him as much as
she could.

Seth was
grunting now too, and muscles were twitching in his clenched jaw and his right
temple. “Fuck, baby,” he rasped, clearly nearing some limits of his own. “Come
soon.”

She was damp
with perspiration, and it felt like her cheeks were scorching off her face. Her
hair flew all over, stray tendrils sticking to her cheeks and her mouth. Her
breasts felt overly swollen, felt tight and full and pulsing. And her body was
moving on its own, driven by some kind of uncontrollable need.

She couldn’t
stop grunting, the sounds forced out of her throat, forming words whenever she
could think of them.

She was right
on the edge, the pressure swelling up to an extent that was excruciating, that
was some kind of sensual torture. But, despite her frantic efforts, she
couldn’t claim her release.

Her vocal
responses grew louder and more agonized as she felt the energy in her thighs
dwindling. She closed her eyes so she could concentrate more on pure sensation.

Then she felt Seth
release her hip with one hand. Felt his fingers fumbling in the vicinity of her
clit. Despite her urgent motion, he managed to press into the throbbing,
sensitive bit of flesh.

And it was all
she needed to come.

The feel of his
fingers rubbing her clit mingled with the desperate pressure beneath her belly.
And for one endless moment she froze, with her back arched dramatically and her
fingers gouging into Seth’s thighs.

Then her pussy
started to contract around Seth’s cock, and the spasms radiated out, causing
her entire body to shake with pleasure. Her mouth fell open in a hoarse cry of
release, and she leaned forward without thinking, needing to be even closer to Seth.