Viggo bent his knees slightly to accommodate our height difference and ravaged me as if he couldn’t get enough. I let my hands roam under his jacket to feel his hard pecs and grope his ass, aware that we were borderline out of control…in public…in my neighborhood.
A drop of rain splatted on my forehead, yanking me to reality.
In case you’re curious, my cock was a steel bar behind my zipper. I felt like a teenager making all kinds of bad decisions and not really giving a fuck. Nothing mattered but getting close to him.
Viggo held my chin and sucked on my bottom lip. “I want to touch you. Fuck you.”
“Yes. Inside. Now.”
I fumbled with the alarm system, reset it, and led him upstairs without turning on the lights. The floor-to-ceiling windows provided enough natural illumination to guide the way. I stepped out of my shoes and tossed my jacket onto the chair in the corner, then finally switched on my bedside lamp and turned to face Viggo.
Christ, he looked larger than life and just the right amount of rough.
Viggo moved into the room, stalking toward me like a panther and hooked a thumb in my belt loop. With his free hand, he stroked my jaw and kissed my nose, my cheek, and my chin.
“Undress for me, Dex. Let me watch you,” he purred.
He sat on the edge of the mattress, fully clothed, resting his elbows on his knees. So cool, so calm. And I was already a trembling mess. But I obeyed, flinging my shirt and wiggling out of my jeans and boxer briefs.
I spread my arms wide. “This what you were looking for?”
Viggo’s expression was wolfish. “Very beautiful. C’mere.”
I moved between his thighs to help him out of his jacket. I unbuttoned his shirt, but I didn’t rush. There was something kind of sexy in the juxtaposition of my nakedness and his quiet control.
Viggo ghosted his hands over my stomach, my hips, and my ass. He leaned forward and licked my abs with the flat of his tongue. I gasped at the cool contact and the wicked gleam in his eyes. He did it again, sinking lower and tickling my cock with his beard.
I tugged at his hair and grunted, “Mm. More.”
He folded the striped duvet aside and stood, shrugging his shirt off. “Lie down.”
The deep timbre of his voice brooked no argument. I should have been irritated by the power move, but it was very fucking hot. I crawled to the middle of the bed, propped my head on two pillows, cupped my aching balls, and gripped my shaft, waiting for his next command.
I felt Viggo’s heavy stare as he removed his boots and unbuckled his belt. “You’re taking too long. I could come just from looking at you.”
Viggo let out a huff of amusement. “You must be very, very horny.”
“You have no idea,” I rasped. “And you’re so sexy. I have a new thing for lumberjacks.”
His lips twitched, but he didn’t reply. He seemed mesmerized by the show. I turned it up a notch, lifting my legs and sliding a finger lightly at my entrance. That did it. Viggo growled as he approached the bed, slipping his thumbs under his belt loops and lowering his jeans and briefs. His cock sprang free and bobbed like a flag in the breeze. Christ, I was salivating now. I rolled sideways to retrieve supplies from my nightstand.
“No. Stay there. Like that.”
“We need lube.”
“I’ll get it.” Viggo kicked the denim and cotton and opened thedrawer. He set the supplies on the mattress and climbed over me, kissing me senseless as he settled between my thighs.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, savoring the weight of him. “So good. Are you gonna fuck me, Viking man?”
Viggo snorted. “Viking man?”
“Yeah.”
I grinned as he rolled his eyes and bent to kiss me again. The sweetness of it stole my breath. I hadn’t smiled or laughed during sex in so, so long. My body was a live wire, but my heart felt light, buoyant.
“On your knees.”
I scrambled onto all fours, anticipating the rip of foil and the clip of a lube bottle. Instead, Viggo spread my cheeks apart and licked my crease. I cried out in surprise and pleasure. I hadn’t expected a rim job, but I was all for it.
