Chapter 3
Fiona
His voice deepened when he asked me if I needed anything else, and I started unbuttoning my shirt. I never did something like this, but I wanted him so badly.
“You,” I said in a husky voice. “I need you.”
I was taking a chance, and for a split second, I wondered if I had pushed it too far. But he stepped closer to me, hunger in his eyes and scooped me up. His lips mashed against mine and his tongue was in my mouth, and he walked me to the bedroom like I weighed nothing at all.
When we were in the room, he pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard, grinding his hips against me. His hard cock strained to get to me through his jeans. He was pure muscle and desire, and my body responded to him. I ached for him. I wanted him buried deep inside of me. My arms were around his neck, and I kissed him back, throwing myself into this. It was reckless and dirty and wrong, and I loved it.
I wanted it. All of it.
His hands found my breasts, and he massaged me roughly, disheveling my clothes and tugging my breasts free of my shirt and bra. His cock as still pressed against my pussy and he bucked his hips, dry fucking me. I gasped, getting so wet I could feel it.
He spun me around, and I yelped when he dropped me on the bed. He didn’t waste time with my clothes, pulling the long-sleeved shirt I wore up and over my head. He pulled my bra straps over my shoulders and peeled the cups down so he could get to my breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, groping my other breast as he sucked on me. I moaned. It was so fucking hot. I was headed toward rough sex with a total stranger, and it was the dirtiest thing I had ever done.
After he’d paid attention to breasts for a while, he pulled my jeans down, peeling them off my legs. He tugged my panties down and left them around my ankles. I was half undressed. My shoes stopped my pants from coming off, and I still had the bra around my waist, but when he spread my thighs with his hand, I stopped thinking about logistics. He closed his mouth over my pussy, and I cried out as he licked me from my entrance to my clit.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs and started licking me, flicking his tongue over my clit. When I looked down at him, his eyes were on me. He was a sight to behold, deep dark eyes staring at me. I felt his beard on my bare pussy, and I cried out again as my body jerked and shivered under the onslaught of his tongue.
I was about to tip over the edge, to have an orgasm rock my body, when he pushed two fingers into me. It distracted me enough from his attention to my clit to drive away the orgasm, but it wasn’t any less erotic. He pumped his fingers into me, and I cried out as he continued licking my clit, his tongue hot and hard. I was dripping wet and bucking on the bed. The orgasm finally crashed into me, and I moaned as pleasure racked my body.
He didn’t stop until I was a hot mess, drenched in a puddle of sweat on the bed.
He let go of me, putting the two fingers he’d used to fuck me with into his mouth, sucking them off. Then he all but ripped his shirt from his body. He was every inch the god I had thought him to be. His abs were stacked perfectly, his arms bigger than they had looked with the T-shirt on, and his chest was chiseled like it was made of marble. The tattoo on his arm went up to his shoulder and onto his chest, one pectoral covered with a skull-like tattoo that only added to his rugged good looks.
I didn’t have a lot of time to stare. He yanked off his pants, and an impressive cock sprang free. He was hard, his dick pointing up in the air and heavy balls swung beneath it. Another tattoo hugged his hip and stopped in his groin, close enough to his cock to be fucking hot but not to take away from the glory of his manhood. The Viking pulled my shoes off so I could get rid of my pants, and I pushed up to unclasp my bra. We were both naked, and he crawled onto the bed. I opened my legs for him because there was nothing else I wanted more than for him to ravage me.
When he was between my legs, he planted his arms on either side of my head. His eyes were drowning deep, his face only inches from mine when he pushed into me.
I cried out as he buried his cock deep inside of me. I was wet and open and ready for him, and his size was something to get used to. He started sliding in and out of me, fucking me hard and I fell apart as he pounded in and out of me. There had been no ceremony, no easing slowly into it. And I wanted it. Damn, this was exactly what I needed.
He drew the second orgasm out of me, and I cried out. I clamped down on his cock, and he grunted when I did, leaning down to kiss me. His tongue was in my mouth, exploring me.
When he stopped kissing me it was abrupt, leaving me wanting. He pulled out of me at the same time, and I was left shivering and wanting more.
“I’m going to flip you over,” he said seconds before he did it and I landed on my stomach, bracing with my hands. I pushed up on all fours and looked over my shoulder. I was breathing as hard as he was. His hands were on my hips as he pulled me closer. His cock found my entrance, and he pushed into me again.
He pounded into me, picking his speed right back up, and I lost myself in the sensation of our fucking. His balls slapped against my clit, and I was sensitive after he had given me oral, but the sensation was erotic. A fire was building inside, pushing me closer to the edge of another orgasm. The room filled with the sounds of our sex, with his grunting and my moaning and crying out. The sound of his dick pounding into my pussy. My breasts swinging back and forth.
I cried out when another orgasm shattered me, coming undone at the seams. He buried himself inside of me as deep as he could go before he released. He pumped into me, jerking and spasming and his fingers dug into my hips. We orgasmed together. I had never had an orgasm at the same time as Randy, and I felt more connected to this stranger than I had to the man I had been dating for years.
I shoved the thought of my ex-boyfriend out of my mind and focused on the here and now.
When he stopped orgasming, he pulled out of me. I collapsed on the bed, a slippery mess. My skin was slick with sweat, and our sex was between my legs, wet and messy.
He fell onto the bed next to me. His chest rose and fell, and I snuck a glance down at his softening cock. For a moment, I was grateful I was on birth control because he hadn’t used a condom. There hadn’t been time for that.
He turned his head to me, and I met his eyes. Dark, stormy eyes.
“We should go,” he said in a rough voice. “It’s going to get dark, soon.”
“Can we put it off until morning?” I asked. I didn’t want to go back to reality yet. I wanted to stay with this guy a little longer, ride out the feeling of ecstasy he had created.
“I guess we could,” he said after thinking about it for a moment. I smiled.
I rolled over onto my stomach, feeling tired and sore in the best way. He swatted me on my ass, and I yelped. He laughed a deep rumble. He stood up from the bed and didn’t bother covering up. With a body like his, he didn’t have to. He was more than confident about his body, and he had a right to be.
“I need a beer,” he said. “Want one?”
“Can I have water?” I asked. I would have said yes to the beer, but I was already pushing the limits on things I didn’t usually do. He left the room, ass naked and perfect and I closed my eyes, waiting for him to return.