N. Walters - Erin’s Fancy

“Say yes,” he prodded her. “I’ll just torture you until you do.”

“What will you do if I say yes?”

She was moved to tears by the look of love and lust on his face as he answered her. “I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you.”

There was no way she could refuse him. “Yes.” Reaching up, she pulled his head down to her. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” As joy bubbled up inside her, she felt herself crying once again, except this time they were tears of pure happiness.

Abel traced her lips with her tongue, and gave her teasing little kisses. When he felt one of her salty tears on his mouth, he cupped her face in his hands and used his thumbs to wipe away the fresh tears. “Don’t cry, honey.”

“But I’m happy,” she wailed, unable to stop the tears.

Abel gave up trying to stop her crying and instead diverted her attention. “Wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck.” When she’d done so, he stood up and placed one hand under her bottom and the other around her shoulders. The motion drove his cock deeper inside her and she cried out in desire.

“I want you again.” Nuzzling his neck, she placed hot kisses down his neck before biting his shoulder. She then licked away the sting, savoring his salty taste on her tongue.

Abel leaned against the desk and got his balance for a moment before he began to walk. With each step he took, he drove his cock deeper inside her. The motion drove her mad, and she quickly found that she was totally aroused again. She could feel her inner muscles tightening and knew she was perilously close to coming.

Abel, the devil, knew it too as he sauntered towards the stairs. Slowly, he walked up the stairs, one step at a time. With each step, his cock thrust to the depths of her molten core. She was so close. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she tried to get leverage enough to move.

He laughed and pushed her back against the wall on the landing. She gave a cry of protest when he pulled his cock from her body, but he ignored her and went down on one knee in front of her. His long, thick fingers explored her wet sensitive flesh, before slipping inside her pussy. Her cream coated his fingers as he worked them in and out of her.

Burying his face in her pussy, he lifted her legs over his shoulder as he licked and sucked her clit. Withdrawing his fingers from her slit, he rubbed them gently over her anus, slowly pushing one of his fingers into the tight little hole.

Carefully, he worked one finger inside her ass. She could feel the tight muscles squeezing his finger, which felt huge inside her. It hurt slightly, but it was a pleasure-pain combination that left her breathless. With her legs spread wide over his shoulders, she couldn’t move away from him, and Abel continued to suck and tease her pussy as he carefully withdrew his finger from her ass before thrusting it deeper then it was before. Erin moaned as he continued to work his finger in and out of her behind.

“I want to be able to fuck that beautiful, tight ass of yours, baby.” He inserted the tip of a second finger inside her.

Erin sucked in her breath at the burning sensation. His fingers slid easily as they were coated in her cream, but the fit was still extremely tight.

“I know it hurts a little, but once you get used to my fingers, you’ll be able to take my cock.” Now, he had two fingers inside her ass. “Wouldn’t you like that, baby?”

“Yesss,” she hissed. Having his fingers buried in her ass was a complete turn on. It did hurt a little, but there was also pleasure. It felt so damned good. She was willing to do whatever it took to be able to take him inside her in any way he wanted.

She moaned in pain and relief when he finally withdrew his two fingers. Abel coated his fingers with more of the cream from between her legs and rubbed it over the puckered little hole. She found herself moving against his fingers, wanting them back inside her.

Abel laughed as he slipped her legs off of his shoulders. “Soon, baby,” he promised as he stood, lifted her up, and impaled her on his cock once again. Pressing her against the wall, he began to thrust his cock deep. Her pussy wept, she was so close now.

“Come for me, baby,” he encouraged her as he gripped her ass tight. He traced the cleft of her ass with one finger, before pushing it inside. This time her ass accepted him more easily. He kissed her then, his tongue thrusting into her mouth.

Erin had never experienced anything like this in her life. Her mouth, pussy, and ass were all filled by him. Totally out of control now, she bucked against him, needing even more.

Tearing her mouth from his, she grabbed his head in her hands. “Move,” she commanded. Running her fingers through his hair, she kissed whatever part of him she could reach. His chin, lips, nose, and forehead were peppered with hot, little kisses before she worked her way around to his ear and nibbled on his earlobe.

“God, I love your ass and your pussy and your tits,” he whispered as he flexed his legs and drove himself inside her. “I can’t wait until we’re married and it’s all mine,” he grated out as he continued to work his finger in her ass.

“I already am,” she whispered in his ear. “But you’re mine too. And I love the feel of your cock deep inside me, your finger in my ass, and your hard arms wrapped around me.”

Her words moved him to action and she could hear the slapping sounds as their flesh met, thrust after thrust. Tilting back her head, she clung to him as he pounded into her. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

Abel grunted and groaned as he rammed himself into her. Erin gasped, almost lightheaded as she struggled for breath. Her whole body was on fire, demanding release.

Erin didn’t know how close he was to coming, but she could hold out no longer. Crying out, she came with her legs wrapped tight around his waist and her heels dug into his hard butt. She ground her pelvis against his as hard as she could and pulled him close with her feet.

Abel slammed into her once more, gave a hoarse yell, and came in a hard rush. When he had emptied himself inside her once again, he leaned into her, propping her back against the wall to hold them both up as they struggled to recover.

A minute passed before he pulled out of her. She felt bereft without him inside her, but he scooped her up into his arms and carried her up the rest of the stairs. Stumbling into the bedroom, he tumbled them both into bed, and tucked her into his arms.

“We’ll talk to your brothers in the morning and fly out tomorrow night.” It was said as a statement, but she sensed that he was looking for her approval.

“That’s fine with me.” Wiggling her behind until she was settled comfortably against him, she sighed when his hand came up to cup her breast, and she drifted contentedly off to sleep.

It was both physically and emotionally harder than she’d imagined it would be to make herself step into her home early the next morning. Jackson was seated at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee, as he scanned a newspaper. He glanced up when she entered, and the look on his face quickly changed from one of confusion to one of anger as he noticed Abel behind her and the proprietary hand he had rested on her shoulder.

Jackson pushed his chair back from the table and slowly came to his feet. His hands were fisted at his sides and his face went from a stark white to an enraged red in a matter of seconds. Although she wasn’t afraid of her brother, she was very glad to have Abel’s massive, protective body behind her for moral support.

“What the hell is going on here?” His quiet tones made Erin flinch. The angrier that Jackson got, the quieter he became. This was definitely not a good sign. She hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words.

“Garrett?” Jackson’s laser gaze was now focused entirely on Abel and the fact that he’d called him by his last name put them both on notice that Jackson was feeling less than friendly at the moment.

She sensed Abel shifting behind her and knew she had to speak. “Sit down, Jackson. I want to talk to you.” She had created this mess, so it was up to her to deal with it.

Striding forward, she pulled out a chair at the table and arched her eyebrow at her brother. He never took his eyes off Abel, but he slowly sank back into his seat. Reaching out, she grabbed one of her brother’s hands and tugged on it until he turned and faced her.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?”

Erin felt herself flush at his question, but refused to feel shame for what she’d done. She was a grown woman, not a child. Only Jackson had the ability to make her feel like a little girl being scolded by a parent.

“Abel and I have been seeing each other.” The clock on the wall ticked off the seconds as she waited for his reaction. Its ticking and the heavy sound of breathing were the only sounds she could hear above her pounding heart.

“You mean you’re sleeping together.” Jackson’s voice was little more than a harsh whisper as he studied her face intently. He tugged his hand free from her grip, and Erin clenched her hands helplessly in her lap.

“It’s much more than that, but yes, we are sleeping together.” Erin opened her mouth to begin to explain things to her brother, but it was already too late.

“You bastard,” Jackson roared as he erupted from the table. The chair fell backwards and slammed onto the floor as he charged across the room towards Abel who had been standing quietly, waiting just inside the doorway.

“Jackson, no!” Erin screamed and jumped from her seat, but Jackson was past listening to reason, and there was no stopping him.

Abel stood his ground, not moving when Jackson reared back and landed a hard right hook. Staggering backwards, he landed heavily against the wall, shaking the very foundation of the house. The kitchen clock fell off the wall and smashed to the floor, shattering in a dozen pieces.

Jackson pulled back his arm to land another blow, but this time Abel caught his hand in mid-swing before it landed. Both men strained, but Abel held Jackson’s arm in an iron grip. “The first one was free because I deserved it, but from now on I’ll fight.”

Jackson’s face turned even redder as he yanked his arm away and turned on Erin. “How could you?” he yelled.

She stood her ground, determined not to flinch from his fury. She’d freely admit that it was her own deception that had led to this scene, but enough was enough. “How could I what?” she yelled back. “How could I act like a grown woman who wants a relationship with a man? How could I grow up and want more out of life then living at home for the rest of my life? How could I want to be loved, rather than grow old and dry up like some old maid?”

Erin was on a roll now as years of her pent-up frustration spewed forth. “How could I want you to treat me like an adult, rather than a child? You’re not my father, Jackson, you’re my brother. I want your blessing, but I don’t need it.”

Her head was spinning, as she gasped for air. What little food she’d eaten for breakfast was threatening to come right back up. Taking a deep breath, she held her hand out to him, wanting desperately for him to understand. “This is my decision to make and no one else’s.” When she finally ran out of steam and finished, she didn’t feel any better. Instead, she felt slightly ill. She didn’t want to fight with Jackson.

Her brother paled and staggered backwards as if she had landed him a fatal body blow. She reached out her hand to him again, willing him to understand. “I love him.” Her voice grew quieter as she continued. She glanced at Abel for support as he came to stand beside her before turning back to Jackson. “I really love him.”

Erin closed her eyes and swallowed back her tears when Jackson turned to leave the room without saying another word. He didn’t even look at her as he headed towards the back door.

“You can’t run away from this.” Jackson froze with his hand on the back door as Abel spoke. “Why don’t you ask me how I feel about your sister?”

“It doesn’t matter how you feel.” Jackson didn’t turn around, but continued to face the door. “It’s a proven fact that you never stay.”

“Maybe Erin will go with me when I leave.” Jackson tensed at his words. “Or maybe we’ll both stay. That is, if we’re welcome.” Abel’s words, stark and bare, lay between the two men.

Jackson slowly turned and faced them, his face like granite. “Well, which is it?”

It slowly dawned on Erin that Jackson had already suffered the loss of his best friend over the years that Abel was gone, but he was now afraid of losing her as well. He was like a parent faced with the fact that his child was grown up and leaving home. Yes, he was her older brother, but he’d been the one to take care of her since she was a child. He was the one who’d bandaged her bloody knees, read her bedtime stories, and it had been Jackson who’d taken her shopping to buy her first bra.