Chapter 12

 

“Stay right behind me,” Sven said through gritted teeth, the hunger ripping through him doing its best to demolish what was left of his control. He’d been attracted to Geoffrey from the start. He’d worked hard to ignore it, but he was done fighting this. Whatever this was—because it didn’t feel like anything he knew.

Hands in tight fists, he checked every nook and cranny of Geoffrey’s big house. He was about to break two of his biggest personal rules, but he wasn’t going to jack with Geoffrey’s safety.

Surprisingly, for once, Geoffrey was silent as he did as told and the few times Sven glanced back at him, it was to find the man staring at him in a way that had his steps quickening.

Nobody had ever looked at Sven like this. Blatant, unfettered desire blazed in Geoffrey’s blue eyes as he stayed as close as possible without actually letting their bodies touch. Warmth swelled in his chest. Sven didn’t understand why this was so important to him but it was. He was just so aware of the man. His every movement, his expressive face—one that could change from angry to amused in the blink of an eye. Every emotion kicked off a reaction in Sven—both mind and body. He’d never wanted to shut up a smart mouth with his own so badly. And he’d never wanted to bury himself inside somebody the way he did Geoffrey. He was half-dizzy at the knowledge that it was about to happen.

Once he was satisfied the house was clear, he grabbed Geoffrey’s wrist and dragged him into the office and behind his desk to rewind and forward through the video footage. Geoffrey stood beside him, unnaturally still until they got close to the time stamp of their arrival.

That’s when he put his hands on Sven.

He was trembling.

And Sven got it. He did. Because inside, he felt it, too. A deep rumbling need to know if this was going to feel even half as good as he hoped. And…terror that it might even be better.

The second he caught up to the current time on the cameras, he pinned Geoffrey to the wall, slashing his mouth over those fucking sexy lips like he needed them to survive. Geoffrey opened for him, just as frantic, and clenched slender fingers into his biceps. He tasted sweet…like breath mints. Sven hadn’t noticed him eating them and he sucked on that wicked tongue before sending his own deep.

Geoffrey shuddered, stood on his toes, and raised his hands to hold on to Sven’s shoulders. Sven ducked, kissing down Geoffrey’s jaw to his neck. Warm summer scents filled his nose. Sun and sweat. He groaned and opened his mouth over his skin, salt on his tongue. He planned to thoroughly explore every inch of Geoffrey’s body, and because he wanted to offer up his own the same way, that meant a shower.

Cursing at yet another delay, he pulled back and sucked in a breath at the sexy, dazed stare Geoffrey gave him. His plan to suggest separating for showers flew out of his head. Unable to wait another second, he bent and hauled Geoffrey over his shoulder again, patting his ass when he laughed. Then he left his hand there because it felt perfect. Geoffrey fit him like he was made for Sven’s hands.

“I can still walk,” he muttered into Sven’s back. “Maybe.”

His lightweight body briefly reminded Sven of his size, but he didn’t let that slow him. He could be careful—so careful. Fuck, he just wanted to bite every part of Geoffrey’s body and see if the rest tasted as good as the sample he’d had so far. He strolled through the second door in Geoffrey’s office that led to his room-sized closet and into his master bathroom. Like the rest of the house, this room had a lot of windows—frosted—but they gave the room an open feel. Geoffrey sure did like to spread out.

His shower was a thing of beauty—big enough for an orgy. He wondered if Geoffrey had actually had one of those in the big, open area with the three, wonderfully high, rectangular shower heads that poured water straight down. He set Geoffrey on his feet next to one of the two brown and black stone walls.

He hadn’t thought he could get any hotter or feel his desire for the man growing any higher, but what slammed into his system at the sight of Geoffrey’s kiss-swollen lips made him dizzy. They looked like that because of him.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. So goddamn hot. That mouth,” Sven muttered as he dragged his lips over Geoffrey’s before he pulled that lush bottom lip into his mouth. He bit lightly and Geoffrey moaned. Unable to resist that sound, Sven dove in, starving for more of his taste. He kissed him, deep and so hard, he caught himself and started to pull back, but the growl that came out of that heavenly mouth and the hands that held tight to his shoulders stopped him.

“No,” Geoffrey breathed against his wet lips. “I can already feel you worrying. Trust me, dammit. Please!” He reached for Sven’s hair tie and freed his hair, then buried his fingers into it until the strands were tightly clenched in his fists. His lust-fueled gaze locked on to Sven’s. “I want you to fucking set yourself loose on me.” He moaned when Sven’s nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. “I can take anything you dish out, big guy.”

Sven crushed their mouths together. Geoffrey gave as good as he got and Sven grabbed him and sat him on the counter, spreading his knees and standing between so he could spear his hands into Geoffrey’s soft hair and hold him still for his mouth. His teeth. His tongue.

He took and took, only pulling back long enough to tug Geoffrey’s T-shirt over his head. Geoffrey didn’t even wait, his mouth coming unerringly back to Sven’s, his hands running up under Sven’s shirt. Geoffrey shivered as Sven ran his hands over his shoulders, letting his thumbs stroke over the bone and muscle as he slid his palms down Geoffrey’s sinewy back to tug his body as close as possible.

This time, he shuddered as Geoffrey melted into him, gripping fistfuls of shirt, still scorching his mouth with one hot kiss after another.

He wanted them naked.

Untangling himself from Geoffrey nearly killed him, but he stepped back, plucked Geoffrey off the counter and stood him on his feet. Ignoring Geoffrey’s broken chuckle, he tugged off his T-shirt, ripping it beyond use as he did. Geoffrey stared, unrestrained lust flushing his pale skin, his lips looking even plusher and more tempting than usual. Sven kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, then unbuttoned his shorts and kicked them and his underwear off. He stood and let Geoffrey look.

And he did. Geoffrey didn’t have a shy bone in his body and fuck, Sven loved that. His sizzling blue gaze raked slowly over Sven’s form, taking in everything. He locked on to his achingly hard dick and his lids came down, his mouth parting in a pant. Blue eyes moved slowly back up his stomach and chest. He knew what Geoffrey saw because he could see them both in the mirror but instead of critically looking at his oversized shoulders, arms, and thick thighs, his gaze latched on to the graceful lines of Geoffrey’s back, the almost vulnerable look to his slender neck.

“You are so stunning. Fuck, Geoffrey.”

“Yes, Sven,” he said, nodding. “You are going to fuck Geoffrey.” He stepped around Sven and got the shower heads running. All three of them. He turned and slid off the rest of his clothes. “But our first time is going to be in my bed because I’m way past the patience needed to find ways to get creative in this shower and I don’t want to leave long enough to find my step stool.” He turned, giving Sven a perfect view of his pert ass as he murmured, “I’m fucking ordering a stool for every room in my house tomorrow.”

Chuckling, Sven walked into the shower and wrapped his arms around Geoffrey from the back. He rubbed his hairier body against all that smooth skin and grinned into the top of his head when Geoffrey started shaking again. As soon as the water heated up, they moved underneath one of the sprays.

“Oh God,” Geoffrey moaned as he grabbed the soap. “Just so you know, in the future, I plan to drop this. A lot.”

He spoke of the future like it was a done deal. Again. Sven took the soap from him and lathered his hands. He wanted them on Geoffrey badly, but he wanted to be clean fast so he could get this shower out of the way and have Geoffrey on his stomach in that big bed. Or on his back—hell, he didn’t care how, he just wanted inside.

He hurriedly started washing himself.

Geoffrey turned around to face him. “This isn’t a race.” He frowned and snatched the soap back. “You think I’ll stand in this shower I had specifically built for this very reason and not take advantage of you?” He made a pfft sound and got his hands soapy. “You can wash me next, but I’m taking the reins here and fulfilling at least one of my recurring fantasies where you’re concerned.” He muttered something under his breath about showering with Thor as he tilted his head and raked his gaze over Sven, obviously trying to figure out where to start. “There is so, so, so much of you.”

Sven swept his wet hair back from his head so he didn’t miss a thing, then held up his arms. “Have at me.”

He quickly learned that thorough applied to Geoffrey as well, because holy fucking shit, Geoffrey had absolutely zero boundaries. Those small, quick hands left no part of his body untouched. He did the muttering thing as he explored, and Sven could make out a few words here and there about buying tubs of slippery shower gel and building a small slip-proof staircase in his shower. Grinning, he just braced his hands on a stone wall and let Geoffrey treat his body like a playground.

And he fucking loved it.

Hands stroked with soap and sometimes without. He explored Sven’s chest, stomach…armpits. He spent an extraordinary amount of time soaping his dick, balls, and he even shot him a naughty grin when his slippery finger slid inside Sven’s ass.

Sven sucked in a breath, focusing on not losing it so could just watch him, witness the true pleasure Geoffrey took in learning his body. Different parts of him brushed against Sven, making this the best shower Sven had ever had. Geoffrey even knelt and ran soapy hands up Sven’s hairy legs. At one point, he leaned forward and rubbed his cheek over Sven’s thigh. Water ran down his face, catching in his lashes and beading on those lips. He sipped it off Sven’s inner thigh.

He wondered if it were possible for a dick to explode from too much blood. He throbbed and ached and when that gorgeous face nuzzled higher and sent his sexy tongue out to play on his balls, Sven shouted and curled his hands into fists against the wall.

“I spent my entire teenaged years dreaming about someone like you,” Geoffrey said, his voice barely loud enough to be heard over the three running showers. “Dreaming about my own Viking who would come and cart me off to…well, the dream never got that far because we always ended up fucking on the ground somewhere, out in the open. My staying power as a teen was nonexistent.” He chuckled.

Sven stared down at the wet blond head right by his dick and grunted, too fucking turned on to speak.

Blue eyes sparkled up at him as Geoffrey licked water off his mouth then wrapped those lips around the head of Sven’s cock. The sound Sven released then was loud and hoarse. And when those soapy hands slid up to fondle his balls as his cheeks sucked in, Sven knew he was about to embarrass the hell out of himself and come in that pouty, stunning mouth like…well…a teenager.

He growled, knowing he sounded like a big bear as he reached down and hauled Geoffrey to his feet.

“Really?” Shock loosened Geoffrey’s features, made his eyes impossibly big as he blinked water out of them. “You don’t want my mouth? The way you stare at it all the time?”

“Oh, I want it.” Sven panted and worked to make more words. “I just want something else more right now. If I don’t get a second to breathe, this is going to be over. Fast.”

“Is there a written rule somewhere telling us we can’t go more than one round? What handbook is that in? Cuz I’m gonna burn it.”

Sven pulled him up on his toes and kissed him, stretching those lips wide as he delved deep into Geoffrey’s mouth. When he pulled back, that bewildered haze had come over Geoffrey’s face again. “Where did the soap go?” Sven asked.

“Floor,” he gasped, nodding his head at a different soap dish. “But there’s another.”

Sven set Geoffrey back down, grabbed the soap, and lathered Geoffrey from his neck down and when he was kneeling at Geoffrey’s feet, he looked up to find Geoffrey’s face still held that stunned pleasure. It was completely fucking adorable. Again, that strange warmth expanded his chest. He wanted nothing more than to drive Geoffrey out of his damn mind. He dropped his gaze to the cock bobbing in his face, his mouth watering. Geoffrey had a cut, beautiful dick and he wanted it down his throat. He grabbed Geoffrey’s hips then licked his prick from base to tip.

Gasping, Geoffrey grabbed Sven’s head, throwing his own back. Water poured over his face, neck, and down his body. Sven hollowed his cheeks, groaning as Geoffrey’s cock slid into his throat.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.” Geoffrey’s chant broke off as he grunted and thrust into Sven’s mouth harder. One of his hands slipped down to clutch his jaw, fingers digging into his beard.

Oh yeah.

Sven reached around to grab the globes of Geoffrey’s ass, purposely pressing his index finger onto his asshole as he gave his dick another deep pull.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sven!” Geoffrey pumped his hips, fingers still tangled in his hair and beard.

Sven wrapped his free hand around the base, jerking him along with the hard drags he gave with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around, groaning at the taste of pre-ejaculate and chased down more with his tongue, poking it into Geoffrey’s slit.

Geoffrey yelled and let go of his head. A moment later Geoffrey reached for the hand Sven had on his ass and he nearly choked when he realized Geoffrey had soaped up his own fingers. He transferred the slippery stuff to Sven’s right before he placed them right up against his hole again.

Oh, he could definitely follow directions like that. He slid one finger inside, the soap easing his way. He groaned around the cock in his mouth because Geoffrey was all tight heat and silk. He slid in and out, pushing a little deeper each time, then added a finger and pressed both into his prostate. The long, keening sound above him told him this was something Geoffrey loved. The jolt of pure, raw passion and excitement that slammed into him nearly made him come. It was like he’d been made for Sven. He swallowed around Geoffrey’s tip and Geoffrey tugged on his hair.

“I’m gonna…holy shit, Sven, I’m coming!”

Sven didn’t need the warning because he felt the pulse in his dick and the tightening around his fingers right as Geoffrey spurted into his throat. And he knew he wasn’t going to make it to actually getting inside him because this was just too hot. He let Geoffrey’s spent dick fall from his mouth and pressed his face into his belly. His skin, it was…creamy. Geoffrey was like the best part of an ice cream sundae: the whipped topping. He could lick the man from head to toe and never get his fill. He grabbed his dick and managed to stroke once before he was groaning, his balls pulling up so tight he yelled when his release hit him.

“Fuck yeah,” Geoffrey breathed, his hands cradling Sven to him. “I love you noisy so goddamn much.”

He left his cheek against Geoffrey’s belly and worked to get his thoughts back in line. To catch his breath. Slim, elegant fingers touched his beard, stroked along his mouth. Sven kissed the pads and closed his eyes. “Pretty sure I can’t get up.”

“I’d help.” Geoffrey snorted. “But my legs are noodles. You’re the one holding me up.”

He smiled into Geoffrey’s skin, inhaling the man’s scent deep into his lungs, loving the stroke of those fingers. God, Geoffrey was a fascinating mix of graceful, delicate, and strong. Sweet yet masculine. Others talked about how young he looked and even Sven had felt that way, but these last few days, he’d really seen Geoffrey. The man. A responsible one who’d raised his brother and created a successful business.

They came from different worlds. Sven’s didn’t involve documenting his every move online, but the more he got to know Geoffrey, the more he realized a lot of that sprang from loneliness. Geoffrey lived online while his home life was without the things he needed. Sex he could get easily, Sven bet, but did anyone cherish him—show him how beautiful he was, how worthy of love?

He froze, nearly choking on that thought. Geoffrey touched his lips again and he closed his eyes and decided to just enjoy this and not worry about what it was. Or could be.

 

 

 

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Stunned wasn’t the right word. Flabbergasted wasn’t either. Geoffrey was pretty damn sure there wasn’t one word out there good enough to describe what he was feeling in that moment. He couldn’t stop touching Sven’s face and the crisp, wet hair of his beard, but especially, his lips. And every time he kissed Geoffrey’s fingers, something deep inside him fought to get to the surface and he wrestled it back because for the first time, he was really scared. He hadn’t expected tenderness.

Had never even experienced it with any of his past lovers.

And with Sven, he’d gotten lust, passion, and more fireworks than he’d ever felt, too.

He’d pushed for this. Pushed Sven and now that he’d gotten a taste of what it was like with the man, a part of him was frozen in terror because he knew, he knew, that he was falling hard and he wasn’t sure his heart was strong enough to take a rejection from him.

Not after this.

Sven stood, pulling him close with one arm while he shut off the water with the other. It was a little like being sheltered and he loved it as much as he always knew he would. Sven snagged a towel and rubbed it over Geoffrey’s head. Geoffrey’s heart did a weird flip-flop in his chest when Sven laughed as he draped the terry cloth over his shoulders. Geoffrey knew where the amusement came from. He could feel his hair sticking up on his head. He wanted to smile. Wanted to come up with some smart-mouthed quip, but all he could do was stare up at that face. At the way the big guy was looking at him. Sven had blown his mind.

And holy hell, he looked fucking good wet. He finally pulled his gaze down. Rivulets of water ran down those acres of muscles and Geoffrey held on to the towel around his neck as he watched Sven dry himself. He had wide, wide shoulders and biceps so big Geoffrey couldn’t get both hands around them. His thighs were the same. He had light brown hair on his chest and in the happy trail to his dick—which was uncut. He hadn’t had nearly enough time to play with that. And when Sven turned to step out of the shower, then bent to wrap his wet hair in a towel, Geoffrey wanted to fall to his knees and worship his ass.

“You coming?” he asked as he straightened up and looked over his shoulder. “I’m not even close to done with you yet.”

His cock twitched and he shoved all his worries aside, gave Sven his widest grin, and climbed onto his back. Sven automatically reached back to grab Geoffrey’s thighs and Geoffrey made sure to grind his rapidly re-filling dick into Sven’s back. “To my bed for more ravishment!” He plopped his chin on Sven’s shoulder and pointed in that direction.

Instead of moving as told, Sven turned his head and pressed his lips to Geoffrey’s.

This kiss was different than the others. He didn’t open his mouth, he only pressed against him like he just. Wanted. To. Feel. Him.

Geoffrey tightened his thighs and wrapped an arm around Sven’s neck. The towel wobbled, then fell. Long wet hair flopped onto his shoulder and Sven laughed against his mouth.

His heart did that weird flipping thing again and he tightened his arm, wrapping the other around Sven when he faced forward and carried him through the closet and into his bedroom. He kissed the tendon at the side of Sven’s neck, then his ear. Sven caressed his thighs as he carried him and moaned when Geoffrey kissed behind his ear.

He watched them in the big mirror as Sven walked across the room and his oddly confused heart knew what to do then. It raced and thumped so hard against his ribs, Geoffrey held his breath.

Forever wouldn’t be long enough to look at a naked Sven.

“I like the way I look on your back,” Geoffrey said as their eyes met in the mirror.

“Me too.” Sven deftly pulled him around until their groins were together. “I like the way you look on my front even more.” He reached the bed.

Laughing, Geoffrey hugged him then let himself free-fall backward into the soft, blue duvet cover. He pointed to the side table. “Condoms and lube in the top drawer.”

Sven hardly took his gaze off Geoffrey as he grabbed the supplies and dropped them on the bed. Then he crawled over him and stopped to stare. The intensity of that look did weird things to him, so Geoffrey gave in to his urge to touch and stroked his hands over those broad shoulders and down over his chest. He kept going until he had both sides of that gorgeous bubble butt in his hands. He tugged Sven’s lower body down onto his and sucked in a deep breath at the chill of still partially damp skin. But they warmed up fast. And damn, all his weight felt good on him.

Anticipation made him start shaking again and he couldn’t help it. He’d never been so turned on his life and he knew from the way Sven looked at him, that he didn’t see jailbait or someone less manly. Sven saw him. And he liked what he saw because it was there in that affectionate gaze and in his reverent touch and his—Geoffrey wiggled—dick that was once again hard. “I have a feeling it’ll be awhile before we get enough,” he said, rubbing his own hard cock against Sven.

“A long while,” Sven agreed as he reached down to grab Geoffrey’s ass and pull him harder into his body.

Geoffrey jerked, then groped for the condom. He turned his head to tear the packet open with his teeth, then pushed Sven’s chest just enough so he could reach between them. Sven’s eyes dropped to half-mast as he let Geoffrey work the condom onto him.

And he didn’t stop there. He grabbed the lube and slathered it all over his beautiful cock. “I don’t want or even need any more prep than what we did in the shower. I just want to feel every second of you pushing into me.”

The groan above him was so long and drawn out, he felt it in his gut. And apparently, Sven liked frank talk because he was suddenly all over Geoffrey again. He pushed his damp hair to the side and that fucking talented mouth dove into his. Geoffrey gave an answering groan because at the same time, Sven pressed one of his legs up high and began pushing into his ass. It had been awhile and fingers in the shower aside, Geoffrey felt every bit of that stretch. He went still.

Sven brushed a kiss over his cheekbone. “You okay?” he breathed into his ear.

“Fuck yes,” Geoffrey said on a moan. “Love this part.” And he did. He loved the fullness, the pain, and even that sense of invasion. He always had. But he really fucking loved that it was Sven Larsen moving deeply into his body. He’d never truly expected to get this. To get him. He slid his hands into all that damp hair and panted against Sven’s mouth.

The big guy shuddered against him. “Christ, you’re tight.” He licked Geoffrey’s lower lip, whispering, “It’s good.”

He began rocking into him, slowly, carefully, the friction making Geoffrey see stars behind his closed eyelids as every nerve ending in his ass joined the party. He pulled his other leg up and Sven sank deeper inside him, lifting his head to cry out. Sven then braced himself over Geoffrey on one elbow while he reached down to grasp one ass cheek.

And he began moving.

Harder. Deeper. A steady rhythm that scrambled his mind. Sven stared down at Geoffrey, his green eyes blazing with heat and something Geoffrey didn’t even know how to decipher. He could only feel as that cock reamed him over and over. “Love this,” he moaned, shifting his lower body just enough to make that dick hit his sweet spot. “Fuck!” he shouted. “There!”

“Oh yeah,” Sven said, his voice low and thick with lust. He stayed at that angle and sped up his thrusts.

His powerful body moved on Geoffrey and it felt like every fantasy he’d ever had all rolled into one mind-bending meld of raw sensation and feelings and blistering. Hot. Pleasure. His vision blurred as everything built inside him. He ran his hands over warm skin and prickly chest hair, digging his fingers into hard muscle and soft flesh. “Love your body,” he panted.

“You’re the beautiful one.” Sven breathed into his mouth. His hand still held Geoffrey’s ass, his fingers slipping in the sweat—one brushing over the place where their bodies joined. “Damn, G. Damn.” He pulled nearly all the way out, paused, then shoved back in—a smooth, relentless glide that made Geoffrey’s eyes roll back into his head.

His thighs were beginning to complain about the position and he didn’t give a shit because he loved this. Loved all of it. Every instance of pleasure, every screaming muscle…every bite of pain.

“Oh fuck!” he yelled, reaching between them to grab and stroke his cock as the tension built to an unbearable level and he thought he might combust. He panted and keened, his ass clamping down on Sven as he stroked harder and harder.

Sven shouted and bucked over him and just knowing the man was coming took that tension up another notch. Geoffrey had enough time to wonder if anyone had ever died from sex when his orgasm ripped through him. He shot all over himself and Sven, unable to stop the noises spilling from his throat, even when Sven pulled out of him, wrapped him up, and rolled over so Geoffrey was sprawled over him. He stroked his hand over Geoffrey’s hair and back, his big body still shuddering beneath him.

They just breathed for what seemed like forever as Geoffrey worked to bring his brain back online. “So,” he choked out, his voice broken and raspy. “That happened.”

“It did.” Sven wasn’t having an easier time trying to talk. He lifted Geoffrey’s face and stared hard at him before he must have seen whatever it was he wanted to see, because his green eyes went soft and a smile graced his lips. He tugged Geoffrey higher, smearing his spend all over their stomachs and chests, and he kissed him. Gently and once again, reverently.

And when his heart flip-flopped in his chest this time, Geoffrey knew exactly what was happening.