23. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
I scrolled through my Instagram feed, stopping to watch a video of a cat named Snoopy and a dog named Garfield. They were snuggled up in a pet bed together, and Garfield had one paw looped protectively over the black-and-white kitty. Snoopy opened one eyelid and gave the blond lab a long, affectionate lick before smacking him in the face.
The caption read, Snoopy loves her brother . This was quickly becoming my favorite account on the app. Monty had shown it to Cruz who then shared it with me. We’d spent an entire evening on my couch one night, laughing as we binge watched the adventures of the ill-named duo.
My hand reached into the bag beside me and pulled out a dried banana chip. I crunched on it, wishing I had some tater twats instead when my front door burst open.
I leaped off the couch in surprise, spilling banana chips all over as a man stormed into my apartment and kicked the door shut behind him.
Reaching up, I stifled a squeal with my hand. There’s a goddamn Viking in my living room.
My first thought was that it was Cruz, but fear took over my body when I saw that he had dirty blond hair on his head and face, unlike Cruz’s jet-black locks. I took one step back, prepared to run when he gave a quick jerk of his chin and spoke.
“Get over here, woman.”
What the actual fuck?
That was definitely Cruz’s voice, though it was gruffer than usual. My eyes took him in from head to toe. The Viking wore tight wool trousers, a wide belt, and thick leather body armor, all in a dark brown with gunmetal-gray trim. A tan fur collar draped over his shoulders, and heavy black boots covered his feet.
My gaze went back to his head. He dyed his hair. For this. For me.
“I. Said. Come. Here,” he grunted, and a tsunami of arousal flooded my white lace panties as he reached for his belt. My feet moved of their own volition at his deep command, and a second before I reached him, I heard the thunk of leather hit the floor.
I let out a little shriek when the Viking spun me around and slammed my back against the door, one hand holding the back of my head to keep me from hitting it. My hands went instantly to his shoulders, fingers sinking into the rough fur.
I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. Cruz looked like a total badass in leather and metal, his normally big body somehow transformed into that of an enormous beast of a man.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins like a potent drug. Excitement mixed with the tiniest shred of fear, which only fueled my desire.
“I’m home to claim my woman,” he said in a low voice, and dear god! The way he said my woman made me want to climb him like a tree.
Then his mouth crashed to mine with bruising force. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hard… lusty… desperate. And without another word, his lips told me the story.
My warrior had been gone at sea, and he’d returned to make me his. He’d missed me. Craved me with every fiber of his being. He was feral for me and only me, and I closed my eyes and let myself fall into the fantasy.
I moaned into his mouth, and he grunted into mine, our sounds only seeming to push our mutual desire to the next level. As his hot mouth worked its way down my neck, tonguing and sucking my damp flesh, I watched as his fingers undid the ornate silver clasp at his throat, releasing his fur collar onto the floor.
My hands met the warm leather beneath, and I was surprised to find that it wasn’t as smooth as I’d thought it would be. Rather, it felt rugged against my fingertips.
“I didn’t know if you’d come back to me,” I panted, and he lifted his heavy-lidded eyes to mine, the blue there slightly hazy with longing.
“I’ll always come back to you, my sweet one.”
And then he thrust his tongue roughly into my mouth, his facial hair abrading my skin as he leaned his body into mine, pinning me to the door. My hands found the back of his head, my fingers burying themselves in the coarse strands until I could feel the warmth of his scalp.
He pulled out of the kiss, resting his forehead against mine, and his breaths were ragged beneath the leather covering his chest. Then he opened his eyes and murmured, “I need you.”
Those three words were filled with gut-wrenching vulnerability, and at that moment I was pretty sure he’d let a bit of Cruz slip into his Viking persona. But I didn’t care. I needed him too.
“Then take me, warrior,” I breathed.
His big hands went to my waist to untie my baby-pink robe, but the silky sash had worked its way into a knot. So he did what any horny Viking would do. He ripped it in half with his bare hands. The robe was on the floor a second later, and he let out a feral growl that had my sex trembling. Trembling, for fuck’s sake! I wasn’t sure my pussy had ever trembled for anyone.
“You’re wearing my clothing,” he stated.
“I sleep in it every night to feel closer to you.” That much was true.
His nostrils flared with arousal. He liked that answer. “You look beautiful in it, but you won’t be needing it tonight. My woman will be naked beneath me in our bed until I’m done with her.”
And I liked that answer. Very much. My pussy clenched around nothing as I visualized it. This big, brutal man on top of me, using me until his strong body was weakened from too much pleasure.
He tugged his USMC shirt off over my head in one swipe, and I was left in only my tiny white panties. If the way his blue eyes darkened when he looked down my body was any indication, he didn’t seem to mind.
Large hands stroked slowly up and down my sides as if memorizing the feel of my skin before he gathered both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. Then he lowered his mouth to my breast and covered my nipple with his mouth.
“Ohhhh,” I whimpered at the first pull, but it didn’t deter him. He licked and sucked and bit me without remorse, his eyes closed in apparent ecstasy. Then his free hand cupped that breast as his mouth moved to the other one, and with the pad of his thumb, he massaged the peak he’d hardened only a minute ago.
His blue eyes met my gray ones, as if asking for permission, when his teeth sank lightly into the top of my tit.
“Yes, mark me. Make me yours.”
The sharpness of his bite had my back arching off the door and arousal seeping down my thighs. A quick line of desire shot down my torso and straight to my pussy when he sucked until a large purple bruise appeared. He circled the mark with his tongue, and a crude look of triumph lit his eyes when he examined his handiwork.
My hands dropped to his shoulders when he released them, and I went weak as he lowered first to one knee and then the other before me. The Viking’s fingers traced delicate lines down my belly, followed by the heat of his mouth. Not an inch of me was left unkissed, like I was the only deity he would ever worship.
He looked so damn hot like this, on his knees, devouring me, and I tipped my head back against the door as I watched him work his way down. His gaze rose as he reached the apex of my thighs, and I was mesmerized by the ferocity in his glare.
Hooking his thumbs into the sides of my panties, he ripped them off and held them to his nose. His chest expanded with his deep inhale, and I felt my cheeks flush. No one had ever sniffed my panties before. Not in front of me anyway.
“It’s time to coat my tongue with my woman,” he announced, spreading my legs roughly and hauling one of them over his shoulder. “Every time I went into battle, I pictured your face and imagined the smell of your cunt.”
“Oh my god,” I breathed when he ran his nose up and down my slit. This was way better than anything I’d ever fantasized about.
“I knew I had to come out alive just so I could do this.” He licked me then, a long, wet stroke of velvet against my sensitive tissues, and my supporting leg quivered in its attempt to hold me up. “ You kept me alive, sweet one, with the promise of your orgasm in my mouth.”
I begged him through a series of unintelligible syllables that weren’t cohesive enough to form words, but my Viking seemed to understand because he speared me with his tongue.
“Yes!” I managed to say as that thick, rough muscle fucked in and out of me. His face was pressed so far into my pussy, I wasn’t sure he’d be able to find his way back out. Not that I wanted him to. I’d be content to ride his face all the way into eternity.
The sounds he was making while he slurped and licked at my sex were so goddamn filthy, and I absolutely loved it. I’d never been devoured by a man so thoroughly, so forcefully, so zealously. It was almost like he was enjoying it as much as I was.
“Fuuuuuck, my woman tastes good,” he grunted into me, sliding his tongue forward to lap at my clit. “Did you save this cunt for me?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered. “No one has touched me.”
“Let me feel for myself.” He slid his middle finger inside me and hummed in satisfaction. “Mmmm, that is one tight little pussy. Tell me it will always be mine.” His blue eyes blazed up at me, and I could see Cruz inside my Viking.
Is this partly real or completely fantasy? I wondered but brushed that thought away when he worked another finger inside me and snapped, “Tell me, woman!”
“Yes! It will always be yours. Only yours.”
He began to finger-fuck me, his eyes focused completely on his task, watching his long, thick fingers stretch me, before taking my clit between his full lips.
I cried out at the delicious burn of his intrusion and the slick slide of his tongue smoothing over my little button. I’d never been more aroused in my life, and as I watched his leather-clad arm bulge with his efforts, I climbed even further.
“Almost… there,” I gasped, sinking my fingers into his bleached hair and using the leverage to grind against his face.
His hot tongue laved my pussy. Back and forth, back and forth, in a perfect rhythm that had my head falling back and my eyelids shuttering. And then he stopped.
“Eyes on me when you come,” he demanded, and I popped my lids open and stared down at him. With curved fingers, he stroked a spot inside me that made my fingers tighten in his hair.
“Your mouth. Please,” I begged, and after a slight smirk, he went back to work.
It didn’t take long. The Viking seemed to know exactly how fast to move his tongue, precisely how deep to press his fingers, and just where to touch me to get me… right… there .
“I’m c-c-coming,” I stuttered as clouds of pure pleasure wrapped around me and blurred my vision. I felt an arm sweep my standing leg out from under me and haul it onto a strong shoulder.
But it didn’t matter that my feet were no longer on the ground because I was flying. Soaring into the stratosphere like I had wings formed from long, white feathers.
My eyes and ears seemed to be smothered by the clouds, but I slowly became aware of screaming in the distance. It grew closer, and I realized it was me. I’d never been a screamer before, though I’d also never had an orgasm quite that intense.
The big man kissed his way over my mound and up my belly, leaving damp kiss marks in his wake. I should be embarrassed by how wet his beard and lips were, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was happy and sated.
Extricating himself from my legs, which had somehow become wrapped around his head, the Viking gently set my feet on the floor. His hands held my waist to steady me for a few seconds, and then he rose to tower over me, an erotic vision in leather and metal.
“Damn, you’re loud, woman. Now the entire village knows you’ve been claimed by me.” His half-smile was smug and sexy as all hell. “Though I’m sure they already knew when I got off the ship and headed directly here.”
I pictured it in my head. A huge warrior, dwarfing all others as he stomped through a small village, his boots kicking up swirls of dust behind him. Because he couldn’t wait to get here. To me.
“And who’s claiming you?” I asked saucily.
“You don’t need to claim me. I’ve been yours since the first time I saw you.” He took my hand and pressed it over his heart. “This will always belong to you, sweet one.”
The beautiful words fluttered through me like a million butterflies as I looked up into his sincere gaze. Wow. He’s either a really good actor or…
I slid my hand down over the nubbly leather to the front of his trousers. His cock stood straight out from his body, and I wrapped my hand around it over the soft material. It felt like he was going commando.
“And what about this, my Viking? Can I claim this too?” I purred, earning me a sharp thrust of his hips.
“Also yours, but I think I’d like you to claim it anyway.”
His fingers deftly loosened the drawstring at his trim waist, and I slipped my hand inside to find him hot and bare in my palm. As I explored him, I found…
Oh my god, he’s pierced! Twice! I pulled his pants down until they rested on his hips, and his huge erection sprang free so I could see it. The tip was a deep red color, and I imagined it would be smooth and salty on my tongue.
Both piercings were at the base of his cock, one on top and one on bottom, so no matter if he took me from the front or back, one of them would stimulate my clit when he was fully inserted. My fingers toyed with each of them, and his dick twitched in my palm.
“Fuck,” he muttered, slamming his hands onto the door beside my head, effectively caging me in. “Lick my mouth and know that it will be the only one to ever taste you.”
I did, lapping up the taste of myself from his lips as I stroked his cock with unhurried precision. He was thick—so damned thick—and pre-ejaculate leaked from his tip and down the length of him.
Beneath his beard, I could see the clenching of his jaw, and I added a little twist of my wrist each time I reached his crown.
“Stop,” he panted, his pained face contorted into a grimace, “or I’ll come in your hand.”
“You don’t want to come in my hand?” I teased, giving him another slow stroke and twist.
He yanked my hand away, his grip tight on my wrist. “No. The only place I spill my seed is inside my woman.”
Holy hell. That’s fucking hot.
Before I could say another word, I was being hoisted up with his hands on my ass and my legs wrapped around him. His cock was hot and heavy against me, and I wriggled against it, needing the friction, despite having just come all over his face a few minutes ago.
“Put me inside you before I die,” he rasped, sounding as if he was on the brink of losing his mind.
I wasn’t sure how he managed to be so sweet and dirty and possessive all at once, but I loved every second of it. Reaching between us, I maneuvered his cock until the tip was poised at my entrance.
He didn’t hesitate for a second, plunging into me in one brutal thrust. I cried out, feeling like he was splitting me in half, but I wouldn’t have changed a thing.
“So wet,” he groaned, leaning forward for a kiss as he pulsed slowly to let me adjust. “So hot and tight around me. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? To make you my fucking woman?”
“Me too. So many months,” I exhaled, trying to catch a breath.
His blue gaze met mine. “Try years, sweet one. I’ve been waiting for you for years.” The sincerity and ache in his eyes made me think he was talking about me, Lehra, and not the maiden in this scene. But that couldn’t be right.
“You have me now.”
The ache in his beautiful eyes dissipated as he pulled back and shoved his rock-hard erection back into me, awakening nerve endings I didn’t even know I had. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
Another aggressive thrust. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
He was literally knocking the words from my mouth with his ferocious fucking. “Again!”
“I’m yours. I promise, I’m only yours,” I cried as my arousal flooded his cock. How the hell am I so turned on by this?
The Viking pressed deep, grinding the barbell on top of his cock against my clit, and my inner walls fluttered around him. He must have felt it because his lips tipped up into a wicked smile.
“My woman likes taking me inside her pretty cunt, doesn’t she?” he growled, working up a fierce cadence that had my eyes rolling back in my head. Our bodies slapped together, the sound echoing around the room as he covered my mouth with his.
The kiss was sweet and slow, so different from the brutal way he was taking me, and my heart melted for him. Cruz was giving me everything I’ve ever dreamed about and more. I hadn’t even given him any details, but somehow he knew I wanted to be so desired that he couldn’t help but fuck me like an animal.
Backing out of the kiss, his breath warmed my lips when he whispered, “You are so goddamn beautiful.”
Then he reached for one of my legs, unwinding it from his waist and pulling it up and over his shoulder, practically bending me in half. He leaned forward, and the new angle had the head of his cock hitting a spot inside me that was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
Combined with his piercing rubbing against my swollen clit, something built in my depths. Something foreign. Something powerful. Something a little bit scary, to be honest.
But I didn’t care. I wanted it. Whatever it was.
I clutched at his shoulders, my fingernails scratching against the leather as my body began to tremble from head to toe. “It’s… I can’t… it’s too much,” I jabbered because I didn’t know how to explain what was happening to my body.
Looping one strong arm beneath my ass to hold me up, the big Viking used his other hand to tenderly stroke my face. “I know, sweet one. Don’t try to fight it. Let go for me.”
The words were delivered quietly, still a command but a caring one. So I did what he asked and relaxed into the feeling.
The results were nothing short of magnificent. If I’d thought my first orgasm was akin to soaring like a bird, this one was like I was being rocketed directly into space. Tiny pinpricks of light dotted the periphery of my vision like stars, and I came, and I came, and I came.
A soft beard chafed against the side of my face as a deep, groaning voice growled into my ear. “That’s it, baby. Fucking gush around my cock. You’re my perfect girl, aren’t you?”
Then with three more pumps—each accompanied by a rugged grunt—he held himself deep and filled me. We clung to each other as our heaving chests rubbed together, his covered with leather, and mine bare.
Slowly, I allowed myself to come out of the fantasy and back to real life, and I saw a blond Cruz staring back at me, a look of awe on his handsome face.
We were both perspiring, but his face and body were completely drenched, no doubt from wearing the heavy costume. It was especially damp where we were joined down below. No, not damp. Completely soaked.
Maybe he has a ball sweat issue. Or perhaps he’s a cum machine. Hell, I don’t give a damn what it is when he can fuck like that.
“Jesus, Lehra. Have you ever squirted before?” Cruz asked, and my eyes widened before moving down. He was still inside me, and the sight of his thickness buried in my sex made me want to take a picture and frame it. But that would be weird. Right?
“I squirted?” I asked, returning my gaze to him, and he grinned ruefully.
“Yeah, baby. What did you think all that wetness was? Ball sweat or something?”
“No, of course not,” I said a little too quickly. “Are you sure I squirted?”
His lips sucked softly against mine. “Positive.”
Embarrassment heated my cheeks. “I’ve never done that. Did it weird you out?”
He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he pulled my leg from his shoulder and back around his middle. “Not even a little bit. It was the hottest thing ever.”
“So have you…” I trailed off, not really wanting to hear about it if he’d had the same experience with another woman, but Cruz picked up my vibe.
“No, but I’ve read a lot about it. The dual stimulation is supposed to help. You know, with me inside and then the piercing on your clit.” He took a careful step back, and I realized there was liquid all over the floor beneath us. Good god! That is a lot of vagina juice. “Let’s take a shower and get cleaned up.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you have dick piercings?” I asked as he carried me down the hallway.
“When exactly was I supposed to bring it up? I’m not sure of the proper etiquette for that kind of conversation.”
I giggled as we entered my bathroom. “Maybe they teach that type of thing at finishing schools.”
“I must have been absent that day,” he retorted dryly before squeezing my butt with both hands. “Can you stand up?”
“I’m not sure. I think you fucked all the bones out of my body.”
He gave me a lascivious grin. “I think you were the one fucking my bone.”
I rolled my eyes at his ridiculousness, and as he set me down and began undressing, my mind spun.
I just had sex with Cruz Estrada. The guy I’ve been crushing on for a long time but who never asked me out.
I was surprised there was no after-sex awkwardness, but there was none at all. We fucked—very well, I might add—and now we were back to our regular teasing selves.
Friends with the best benefit package I’d ever heard of.
As he stripped off his pants, I looked down at his thick, pierced cock. Benefit package indeed.