He fused our mouths to shut me up, curling his hand at my throat as he cleaned my tonsils. I was so dizzy, I swayed and might have fallen if Viggo hadn’t held me steady.
He pulled my lower lip between his teeth and released me. “Yes.”
The trip upstairs was a blur. There was a near miss with a lamp along the way and a few picture frames went askew as we bounced off a wall, tugging at clothing with our mouths attached. I managed to take off my shirt and leave my shoes on the landing. Viggo was in close to the same state as we crashed into his bedroom.
I registered a king-sized bed with a navy duvet opposite a flatscreen TV and a dresser. It was as neat as the rest of his house, but details escaped me. I was more interested in the Viking beast who looked like he wanted to eat me alive.
He paused with his fingers on his belt buckle and studied me intently, his gaze roving from my mouth to my pecs and drifting to the tent in my joggers. “We shouldn’t…”
I closed the distance between us and flattened his palm on my rigid pole. “We should.”
Viggo growled, capturing me in another filthy kiss that had us toppling sideways onto the mattress. His hands and mouth were everywhere now, licking my neck, sucking my nipples while he slipped his fingers under the elastic of my boxer briefs and rubbed his thumb on my slit. I groaned, impatiently shoving my briefs and joggers out of the way. I opened my thighs and pulled him over me, hoping he’d get the message that it was a full-blown invitation to do…me.
Yep. He got it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered gruffly.
I hummed my approval as Viggo trailed a finger along my length from tip to base before closing his beefy palm around me and stroking…oh, so slowly. It was torture—sweet torture—but there was no chance of me lasting with him in control. He was a fantasy in motion—an unexpected one, too. I’d never been with anyone this big, this growly and rough.
I wanted him to take me apart, but I had to explore…just a little.
“My turn.” I pushed at Viggo’s chest and used my legs to switch our positions. “Jeans off.”
He obeyed in a hurry, pushing the fabric aside with his briefs and socks. And it was just us…naked, hard, and half blinded by lust. At least that was how I felt ’cause holy crap, Viggo was magnificent. He was big and thick…everywhere. And hairy, too. I wouldn’t have thought that would do it for me, but I was leaking precum like a sieve. Honestly, I couldn’t remember ever being this hard.
“Can I?” I kneeled between his spread legs and fondled his balls.
Viggo fisted his cock, his nostrils flaring as he unapologetically ogled me and nodded.
I didn’t hesitate. I bent and pressed my lips to his slit, savoring the heady taste of him. Resting a hand on his belly, I twirled my tongue at his crown, then licked a trail along his length—up and down, up and down. Viggo grunted and slid his fingers through my hair. I took the hint and opened my mouth wide.
I admit I was woefully out of practice, but I’d honed my BJ skills well over the years. I was eager and strung out and couldn’t wait to blow him away, so to speak. I was a tad unprepared for his girth, though. It bore repeating that Viggo was a big man. Tears stung my eyes as I sucked him to the root, bobbing my head while I fondled his balls.
He groaned and tightened his grip on my hair. He didn’t escalate or force me to take more than I could handle. He let me set the pace.
I relaxed my jaw as much as possible and found my rhythm, pumping his length as I worshiped his cock. I was so in the zone that I didn’t register his warning at first.
“Stop.”
I pulled off with a slurp and gazed up at him, sex-drunk and needy. I wasn’t too proud to beg, but I couldn’t get the words out.
Viggo was on me, surrounding me. He fused our mouths and ground his pelvis, sliding his erection alongside mine. Fuck, I was gonna lose it. My spine tingled and my balls tightened. He lifted slightly to slip his hand between our torsos, curled his fingers around me, and stroked—once, twice…
“I’m close…I’m—ungh!”
Cum shot over his fist and onto my chest, burying me under wave after wave of pleasure like a set of rogue tidal waves. I was still floating in a blissed-out state when Viggo swiped his fingers through my release and jacked himself to the finish line, roaring like a feral beast.
It took a few minutes to resurface.
I wasn’t sure what to expect, so I might have dragged the inevitable moment of truth out longer than necessary. When I opened my eyes, Viggo was leaning on his elbow, staring at me intently.
“You’re okay?” he asked gruffly.
I smiled. “Yeah. You?”
“That was good. Probably very stupid, but…” He brushed a strand of hair from my forehead. “I’m not sorry.”
“Me either.”
