21 Viking
Viking
One minute I was about ready to confess my life’s story to Ivy, and the next minute I was sober as a judge.
I knew what I was saying, but I couldn’t give a good reason why I’d said it. It was dumb, and I didn’t make dumb moves.
So what was it about Ivy?
I was smart enough to know that I was a fucked man.
From the moment I saw her… fuck, she struck me like no woman had ever struck me before.
I knew I was in trouble then, but I didn’t stop Grip from pulling that sweet little moth into our flame.
The thing was, that might have been ass backward, because I was starting to think I was the damn moth now.
I’d gladly land my ass on Ivy, even if it killed me.
Now here she was, in bed with me, both of us naked as she let me kiss her like I’ve never kissed another woman.
And she was holding on to every second of it.
Her fingers were in my hair, grazing my face, curling into my beard.
It was like she couldn’t stop touching me as much as I couldn’t stop touching her.
I liked her touch. I fuckin’ craved it. When her fingers retreated, I was left cold every single time. It didn’t matter that in the next breath, she was touching me somewhere else, my entire body wanted to be covered by her. Wanted to be wrapped up in her. Wanted to be suffocated by her.
That shit was fucked. I didn’t know what to do with it. Truth was, I was damn scared, but I was downright terrified of what would happen if I no longer had her. Any part of her.
Calling her mine was fucked, but that was what my soul was screaming.
How the hell did I tell Grip this?
Shit.
My life was with Grip. It was Grip. Side by side, brothers on this ride for life. I hoped he knew that would never change for me.
But maybe she could be… ours, right? I didn’t see why not. He had been shaken by her too. Maybe not as much as I was, but he felt something. Was it enough to want to do something crazy, like… keep her?
Fuck me. It looked like I’d be doing the one thing I hated doing: talking.
I was no good at that shit.
For now, I was going to push it to the back of my mind along with everything else I was avoiding and enjoy the time I had with Ivy.
“Viking,” she moaned as she hooked her leg over my hip. My fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh, the stitched-up cut burning a little as the skin pulled. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to hold her to me or hold on for dear life.
Her head tilted back, and I ran my tongue up the column of her neck.
Her skin was sweet, addictive. Soft. I wanted to leave my mark there, over and over and over again.
I wanted to bite down and taste her blood.
Drink her down until she was inside of me.
Fill her up and leave her with a part of me too.
The things I wanted to do weren’t sweet or nice. They weren’t for someone like her. But as my teeth roughly scraped over the tender flesh of her collarbone, I didn’t give a damn.
“More,” she begged, and I was lost to the moment. I couldn’t stop. Not as I bit her. Not as she moaned and tightened her grip on my hair. Not as my cock slipped inside her. “Vike.”
Her nails dug into my skin as I stretched her open one inch at a time. I swore as she breathed out like she was finally satisfied the moment I bottomed out. I stayed there, my cock filling her up, her sweet, tight pussy hugging me in a way that told me it would never get better than this.
She was the one to move, her body rocking just enough for me to slide out a couple of inches. Then she was taking me back in, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. I held on, kissing every inch of her skin I could reach as she rocked on me like this was the way it was supposed to be.
I’d never fucked slow like this, taking my time because I didn’t want it to end. If I could memorize everything about Ivy, I would, right down to every perfect blemish and curve.
I shifted until I was leaning over her, bracing myself on my good arm. She pulled the tie from my hair, and then we were curtained off from the rest of the world.
Her green eyes sparkled like gems as she gazed up at me. I didn’t know what the hell to do with all the feelings swirling around.
I kissed her. Taking it as slow as I was fucking her.
Savoring her taste. A frustrated growl slipped out as I tried to brace myself on my other arm, completely forgetting for a minute.
But luckily, I stopped before I tore any stitches.
I might not care about bleeding all over the sheets because I didn’t want to stop fuckin’ her, but I was sure Ivy wouldn’t appreciate that.
“On your back,” she ordered me, already attempting to push me so I would roll over.
I didn’t protest, flopping onto my back and pushing down a sigh as my dick slipped out of her.
I watched her tits sway as she mounted me. With her hands on my chest, she sank down on my cock, and once she bottomed out, we both let out a long breath. My fingers curled around her hips, but I let her take the lead.
She rode me like we had all the time in the world. My balls drew up, and it was like she fuckin’ knew, because she stopped and kissed me until the urge to come eased off.
Who the fuck was she?
Never had sex like this in my life. Never wanted it to last longer than it had to before. Never wanted it to be more than just fuckin’ and getting off.
She had me craving more. Always more. More of her skin against my tongue. More of her sounds in my ear. More of her eyes trying to look past my barriers like she wanted to know every part of me.
I was addicted to Ivy.
Maybe it wasn’t even that toxic. Maybe I simply just really fuckin’ liked her. Maybe I saw more in her, the same way I hoped she saw somethin’ more in me.
My thoughts were about to spiral out of control. I felt my cock flagging, but it wasn’t because I didn’t want her. It was because I felt the need to open my mouth and tell her shit that I wasn’t even sure of yet. Shit I didn’t know how to say. Feelings I never thought could be real.
And then Grip walked into the room. I never thought “thank fuck” so hard in my life before.
But he was here now, and I didn’t know what the hell that meant. I didn’t want to stop.
Then a thought hit me. I wanted him to watch me for a change. Hell, I wouldn’t even have minded if he didn’t just watch…
But we weren’t there yet, I didn’t think. Grip and I had never done anything like that. And Ivy was… surprisingly, into a lot, but I wasn’t sure if any of us were ready for that.
“Oh shit,” Grip said, licking his bottom lip. A cocky smirk spread across his lips.
Things came crashing around me. Grip and I had never talked about shit.
We didn’t have to. It was like we just kind of had an understanding.
He’d always be around to make sure I got my needs taken care of, watching so I wouldn’t go off the rails.
Ever since he first saw the monster in me, he’d been there, makin’ sure I never went too far.
Truth be told, I never wanted sex before.
Never craved it like this. It had all been a way to release my pent-up emotions, take the edge off the rage.
Ivy fuckin’ changed that.
I’d fucked her without Grip here. This was twice now I’d gone unsupervised.
And while I’d been worried that first time, there was something about her touch that told me it would be okay.
Ivy could handle me. More than that, she wanted me.
I didn’t need to point out that this time was even different than the last. Ivy was giving me part of her, and she was taking parts of me too.
“Are you wearing a pink towel?” Ivy asked, and yeah, she’d stopped ridin’ me and was now staring over her shoulder at Grip.
“Long story,” he said. I tilted my head to see that, yeah, sure enough, he was wearing a bright pink towel. “Only important thing is that I needed to clean before I came here, and I swear I didn’t fuck anyone.”
I caught the side of Ivy’s face as she blinked at him.
“Okay,” she replied, and though I wasn’t good at reading tones, I got the feeling that she wasn’t even thinkin’ something like that.
There was no way she trusted him that quickly, did she? I believed him, but I knew him.
Over and over again, she kept surprising me. Not gonna lie, I was starting to wonder when or if there would be an end to it.
“Don’t stop,” Grip ordered Ivy. Her eyes lingered on him as he lost the towel. He was already hard, and his hand went to his cock instantly.
He stroked himself as he stepped up to the edge of the bed. Then his hand was in her hair, fisting it and pulling her head back. I was stuck on the stretch of her neck as he took her lips in a hard kiss. I shot up, latching onto her sweet skin. The moan she let out was music to my ears.
I liked making her feel good. Liked it even more with Grip helping.
I’d never really thought of somethin’ like this before. I mean, I knew it was a thing. I just never had the urge to share someone with Grip. Or anyone for that matter.
“Stop thinkin’,” Grip ordered. “Let her fuck you. Let me watch for a change.”
When Ivy turned back to me, I could see the questions in her eyes. But she didn’t ask. She kissed me before lightly pushing me back down.
Then she rode me. Slow at first, like she had been.
Grip was in my peripheral, sitting on the couch, stroking himself to our rhythm.
I gave myself over and let her take care of me. It was strange, but it actually felt really good for a change.
All too soon, my balls drew up again. This time, she wasn’t stopping.
“Come inside me, Viking. Please,” she begged, eyes locked onto me.
That did it. I could no longer hold back.
“Fuck yeah,” Grip whispered, throwing me off for a second. But then he grunted out as he came, and I wanted nothing more than to spill my cum inside of Ivy right in front of him.
Spill inside our woman right in front of him. Fuck… yeah, that felt right.
I grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto my cock. Her pussy clamped around me. I closed my eyes and stars flickered behind my lids. And I came so hard that I saw visions of a future I didn’t know what the fuck to do with.
No. It couldn’t…
I couldn’t…
This was fucked.
Ivy collapsed onto my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her. She sighed happily. Sweetly. I smiled at the fact that she was nearly asleep on top of me. I wasn’t about to let her go.
Eventually, my cock slipped out of her, and I couldn’t miss the feeling of my cum leaking out of her onto my thigh even if I wanted to. My eyes found Grip. There was a slight smile on his face as he watched what I wished I could have seen.
This felt right.
Even if it could be, there were questions being yelled in my head that I couldn’t ignore.
How did this all fit together?
How would we all fit together?