Chapter 166: Hurry Up and Get Into the Closet
Chapter 166: Hurry Up and Get Into the Closet
Having filled out the check, Eric tore it off and handed it to Nicole. However, he noticed that after taking the check, the lady showed no intention of leaving. Moreover, while he had been looking down to write just now, she had inadvertently glided right up in front of him.
Uh, this is...
Before any words could escape his mouth, the lady flung herself into his embrace. Her red lips breathed hot air as she kissed his face gently, and the softness of her chest rubbed lightly against Eric’s torso through two layers of nightshirts. Eric could even feel those two protruding buds turning slightly hard.
"Eric, don't reject me, alright?" the lady murmured in a dreamlike tone, narrowing her eyes as she encircled Eric’s shoulders and licked his ear like a cat.
Scenting the perfume emanating from the lady—which was somewhat different from her usual fragrance—Eric, for some reason, also felt a surge of passion. He couldn't resist wanting to wrap his arms around her waist to steal a little touch. Due to their positioning, the wardrobe directly behind Nicole suddenly opened a crack. Drew poked her small head out, bared her teeth at him in warning, and then quickly withdrew.
Eric could only apply a fraction of force to push away the lady wrapped around him. "I'm sorry, Nicole, you should still head back."
The lady refused to back down and pressed close again, her hand quickly seizing his vital spot. "Eric, you clearly want it too."
"Wanting it doesn't mean we have to do it, this..." Before Eric could finish speaking, the lady lowered her body. Eric subsequently felt his furious little brother pulled out by a small hand, followed immediately by two slick, warm lips enveloping and stroking over him, tightly wrapping around him all the way inward, sinking into the abyss.
"Wow..." The unprecedented pleasure made Eric unable to resist a sigh of exclamation. He could no longer summon any hint of resistance, and his large hand settled over the lady’s head, applying a little pressure to direct her movements so that he could enjoy himself even more.
The opposite wardrobe door opened once more, and the little girl—having run entirely out of patience—leaped out barefoot from inside. Eric hurriedly stabilized Nicole's head with both hands to prevent the busy lady from suddenly looking back.
"Eric, we had a deal," Drew said, looking at Nicole kneeling in front of Eric. With a countenance filled with intense displeasure, she gestured with her small hands and soundlessly mouthed her words toward him.
"Be good, hurry up and get into the closet. It won't be good if you're discovered," Eric also mouthed soundlessly back.
Drew scratched her hair frantically. She felt a strong impulse to stride right forward, grab Nicole by her hair, and drag this bitch out the door. But she knew that if she did so, she would definitely cause the other woman to discover her presence in Eric’s bedroom at the same time. Although nothing had happened between her and Eric—she had merely held him to sleep—others certainly wouldn't believe it.
She didn't want to give a woman like Nicole any leverage that could potentially damage Eric’s reputation. She could only wave her hands helplessly once more, point at the door, and return to the closet.
Eric made an understanding expression. Once Drew retreated back into the wardrobe, he secured the lady’s head and began moving intensely.
"Mmh... cough..." Nicole was left in a wretched state by this sudden onslaught. She could only lift her head to gaze at Eric, pleading for the man to be gentler, completely unaware that this kind of look was even more capable of stimulating a man's primal animality. After a full seven or eight minutes, Eric rapidly took a step back while issuing an order to the lady: "Use your hands!"
With her hair in disarray, the lady breathed heavily, her brain having completely ceased to function. She merely complied submissively, extending both hands to grip the item before her. Soon, her head was secured by Eric once again. Her eyes were wide with a trace of alarm as she watched the object in her hands begin to erupt, leaving messy traces all over her face and hair.
Eric exhaled a deep breath. Once the release was complete, he stuffed it into the lady’s small mouth to clean it up a bit before pulling up his shorts. Feeling somewhat drained, he retreated onto the large bed behind him and lay down, while Nicole turned around and rushed toward the bathroom without needing any instruction.
As the bathroom door shut, the faint sound of a woman dry-heaving echoed out. Drew finally leaped out from the wardrobe, her face flushed crimson and her breathing ragged. She poked her head around to confirm that the bathroom door was securely closed before swiftly baring her teeth and pouncing onto the large bed. Striking a riding posture directly on Eric’s waist, she began clawing and scratching at the man's chest for a spell. "You bastard! Although watching it felt quite gratifying, it was also way too disgusting. I didn't think you were this perverted."
"Stop fooling around, hurry up and go out. It won't be good if you're caught," Eric said softly, blocking the onslaught of those two small paws without a shred of repentance. Doing this for the first time was indeed incredibly thrilling. What's more, that face belonged to a future Oscar-winning actress, a goddess admired by millions. At this thought, the desire Eric had just released showed signs of igniting once more.
Drew also knew the gravity of the situation. Having vented her dissatisfaction a tiny bit, she jumped off the bed and walked toward the door. Because he was lying on the bed, Eric didn't notice that the girl's walking posture was slightly abnormal, let alone discover that the panties beneath her nightshirt were already damp. Drew was by no means a conventional, well-behaved girl—or rather, the concept of rules had absolutely nothing to do with her. Consequently, she had seen similar scenes in adult videos. However, in this era, the blurry imagery on a VHS tape across a television screen could in no way match the impact delivered by a live, real-life performance. Catching this scene through the slit of the wardrobe door, the little lady had almost collapsed limply right inside the closet.
The sound of the woman dry-heaving in the bathroom soon ceased, followed immediately by the pattering sound of the shower. After ten minutes or so, the shower sound also stopped. Eric lifted his head to glance at the bathroom door; the lady had still not emerged from inside.
She couldn't have done something reckless, could she?
This thought popped into Eric's head. Although he knew that given Nicole's character it was absolutely impossible, he still got up and walked toward the bathroom.
Under the bright fluorescent lights, Eric saw that the bathtub was filled with clear water, and her naked, slender body was entirely submerged within it. Walking to the edge of the tub, he squatted down and peered into the water. The lady quickly discovered Eric. Poking her head out from the bathtub, she reflexively covered her breasts before releasing them unnoticeably. She managed a slight smile toward Eric. "Eric, could you let me... rest a bit first? In a moment, we can..."
"Of course," Eric nodded. "Mind if I join you?"
The lady hesitated for a moment but still shook her head gently.
Eric shed his shorts, stepped into the bathtub, and drew the lady into his embrace, lightly caressing Nicole's sensitive areas. After a short while, he gently parted the lady’s two long legs, probed a few times with his hand, found the right position, and drove the object inside. The sensation of being tightly enveloped and engorged made both of them emit a gasp simultaneously, and for a long time, neither made any further movement.
"Eric, do you need me to stay here for a few more days?" It was already late into the night when they finished enjoying themselves again. On the large bed, Nicole leaned beside Eric and asked.
"No need," Eric shook his head. He caressed the lady’s smooth spine, slowly sliding down to her pert buttocks to gently knead them. The lady’s figure was very lean, and her chest didn't have much substance; only this area offered a good hand-feel.
Nicole nudged upward a fraction, making it even more convenient for the man's large hand to knead her, while nodding in response: "I'll do as you say. If you want me, you can come find me."
Eric didn't answer right away. After a moment, he said, "It seems you don't have a car yet. When you leave tomorrow, you can go to the garage and pick one out. It's very inconvenient not having a car in Los Angeles. You can just return it once you have the money to buy your own."
Because of the previous incident where his Lamborghini was spotted by paparazzi, Eric had subsequently purchased several new cars of different models to keep in the garage as backups. This way, he didn't have to worry about being easily recognized from always driving the same vehicle.
The treatment really is different now, this thought popped into the lady’s mind. She could tell that Eric was lending her a car out of genuine care, rather than from any sentiment resembling a transaction. However, having finally earned a bit of goodwill, the lady wasn't about to squander it on a trivial matter like a car. "No need. At any rate, I'll be heading to New York in a month to film the movie. I can just take a taxi whenever I go out."
"Suit yourself. Call me if you run into any trouble."
"Mmh," a smug smile surfaced at the corner of Nicole's lips. Immediately afterward, she felt her pert bottom receive a couple of light slaps, and Eric's voice came over: "One more time. You're on top this time."
The lady reached down to feel him, then submissively straddled the man's body. Her slender waist soon began to sway.
"Eric, do you want to hear me make noise?" the lady asked with bedroom eyes, her hands resting on Eric’s chest. During the previous two times, she had been entirely passive, meticulously satisfying the man's desires without any intention of taking the initiative. Having sensed the subtle shift in Eric’s emotions toward her, the lady’s courage grew, and she began to actively tease him.
Since Drew already knew about it anyway, Eric had no misgivings left. Caressing the lady’s slender waist, he said, "Go ahead and make noise, just don't be too loud. It wouldn't be good if you draw the stray cats from nearby."
"Heh... I won't." The lady shot back a reply with a smile, and enticing, low moans soon began to escape her small mouth.
At breakfast time, Drew—sporting faint dark circles under her eyes—glared viciously at Nicole. The bread in her hand was crushed to pieces under her unconscious kneading.
Nicole, however, possessed a radiant countenance that looked thoroughly nourished, paying absolutely no heed to the girl's look that seemed ready to bite someone. She wasn't the type of woman who liked to gloat after gaining an advantage; she felt that was highly unwise. Therefore, even though she had ultimately won a round, the lady didn't have the slightest inclination to flaunt it in front of the girl.
Because she was leaving today, the lady had changed back into normal clothing. Her snow-white shirt and creamy-white casual pants made her look incredibly intellectual; if she added a pair of glasses, she could easily pass for a schoolteacher.
"I'm full," the girl said, looking at the two people before her who were exchanging flirtatious glances from time to time—or at least, that's what it looked like to her. She abandoned her spoon directly, gulped down her oatmeal porridge in a few mouthfuls, wiped her lips, and walked out, her small leather boots clicking loudly against the floor.
