10. Katy
10
Katy
T his is unreal. I’m topless in front of Viktor. My courage is coming via liquid form—or, more specifically, wine.
Despite being slightly tipsy, I know what I want, and now that we have an established safeword I’m confident to play his game.
I reach up and brush my finger along the tops of his shoulders from neck to tip, then move them to the middle of his chest to give him room to copy my movements.
Viktor’s hands are rough, and his fingers feel large over my small shoulders. I shudder at the line of heat he leaves behind. My next movements bring my pointer fingers from the base of his neck, between his pecs, and I stop when I hit the waistline of his pants.
I’m unprepared for the sensation I feel low in my belly when his fingers shadow mine and run between my cleavage. It’s an aching need for more.
My fingers dance across the top of his pecs, wanting to touch his nipples again, but I’m nervous about him touching mine.
“Viktor, he’s the only one who’s touched me here.” I placed my hands flat across each of his pecs. “I want you to erase the pain he gave me and turn it into pleasure.”
Rage flashes through his eyes. I revealed a lot with my request. The question is, will he accept it?
“It would be my honor.”
I glide my hands down his body and wait. And wait. Viktor is hesitating. He wants to move. I can tell by his fingers flexing on my stomach. Ever so slowly, his hands ascend my body. He follows my previous path and brushes my chest as he works his way up my cleavage then around the swells of my breasts. Large hands rest on top, and my nipples harden, wanting to feel him.
“Touch me.” Viktor’s hands curve around the outside of my breasts, and he lifts them from the bottom, feeling their weight. His thumbs move and graze my nipples, and holy fucking fuck. My entire body jolts, causing his hands to squeeze my breasts and…
“Oh my god. I’m sorry. I’m so embarrassed.” I shift to move off his lap, convinced he’ll be horrified, but he stops me with a look, and I obey.
Viktor’s thumb wipes up the breast milk that leaked from his gentle squeeze. My jaw drops as he lifts his thumb to his mouth and sucks off the drops.
“It’s…sweet.”
He repeats his action with the leakage from my other nipple, closing his eyes as he enjoys more of the taste.
“Fuck, Pepper. I think I could devour you.”
The thought of his mouth all over my body sends a shiver down my spine.
“You can try more if you like.”
“That’s for Owen. I can’t do that.”
“Not tonight, it isn’t. I was planning to pump and dump to make sure the wine is out of my system. You could…help me with it.”
If there was a picture to go with the definition of feral, the look on Viktor’s face would be it. His tongue darts out, and he licks his lips.
“Are you sure?”
Even those three words show the restraint he’s barely holding as they have a slight growl to them.
“I’m sure.” I’m sure I want him to touch me in every way possible. There’s a small part of me that’s apprehensive about whether it will feel good. Can my mind switch from the sensation of breastfeeding Owen to Viktor sucking on my nipples for sexual pleasure?
As his mouth descends on my breasts, the sight alone leaves me with little doubt I can make the distinction between the two. But when his lips wrap around my nipple, and his mouth makes the first pull, I feel every spark and firework explode in my clit.
“Holy hell.” I grab the back of his head and pull him in closer. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. He switches sides, feeling me leak on his hand from my other nipple, and the hum of appreciation he makes causes me to giggle.
Viktor pulls away, holding each breast in his hands, and his eyes dart between them in admiration.
“Why does that taste like the last meal I ever want to have? What happens if I— Oh shit .”
Now I’m laughing out loud as he just squeezed my left breast, my overachiever, and she squirted all over his face. His silver-blue eyes meet mine, and they’re wild with lust.
“Pepper. Is that normal? Can I fucking shower myself in your breastmilk?”
His question makes me laugh harder. The mental image I have of this Viking on his knees in the shower as I squirt breastmilk all over his naked body is powerful.
“Next time. I promise.” Viktor shoots me a look because I just eluded to us doing this again. He shakes it off and hungrily brings his mouth back to my breasts. The feel of his tongue on my overly sensitive nipples has other parts of my body reacting in ways that are new to me. My clit tingles, and my inner walls are pulsing.
Can I come just from his oral stimulation of my nipples alone? It sure feels like it.
“You’re killing me, Pepper. You gotta stop grinding on my lap.” I freeze. I hadn’t even realized I was doing that. My body has a mind of its own right now.
“I can’t help it. Everything you’re doing feels amazing. I don’t want you to stop.” Viktor licks at my nipple then blows cold air onto it, causing my entire body to convulse with pleasure.
A smile forms on his lips, and he quietly chuckles and does it again to the other nipple.
“More. I want more.” I can feel my buzz starting to fade, and if this is the only chance I get to be with him, I want all of him.
“You can have whatever you want. Just tell me. Or show me.”
Show him? Okay. We can continue our game of Shadow. I move my hand up his thigh and over the very prominent bulge in his pants. I stroke up and down a few times with the heel of my hand, and he hisses.
“It’s your turn.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as his eyes wander down my body.
“Don’t ask me if I’m sure. You know what the answer will be. I need you, Viktor. There isn’t anyone in the world I trust more than you.” It’s mildly humorous that this big man is acting like he’s afraid of me. His hands skim my thighs and toy with the edge of my shorts.
Grabbing each side of his face, I flex my fingers through his groomed beard to get his full attention. I’ve seen a myriad of emotions in his silver-blue eyes tonight, but this one is different. Is it awe? Wonderment?
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“Pepper, you’re…”
“Trusting you, wanting you, asking you to take my pseudo virginity, Viktor? I know we haven’t gotten that far yet, but that’s the direction I’m heading, and there’s no use sugar-coating it. I. Trust. You.”
His eyes dart between mine. His face hardens as he considers my words. Part of me knows he’ll say yes, but another part fears he’ll say no.
“You started calling me Pepper for a reason. Sometimes spicy, sometimes sweet. I want to be spicy. Shane took this from me as a child. Give it back to me as a woman, Viktor. Make love to me.”
I press my lips to his, but he’s slow to return the kiss. I’ve just asked him for a lot, for everything. But I still need him to know the choice is his.
“Or, we can go to bed and chalk this up to some drunken foolery.”
“No.”
His objection is quick and confident. With more purpose than his hands have had, he encircles my hips and pulls me up his lap until I’m sitting on top of his length, pressed between my legs.
“Oh god.”
Viktor’s hands coax my hip to move over him. Bracing my hands on his shoulders for leverage, he hums when I take over the movement.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, Katy, but you’re in charge. I need to know everything we do is what you want.”
“Okay.” I shift off him and stand, almost laughing at the sad puppy face he gives me. I see more of this man than anyone else does. The softer side. He just gave up total control for me. Something he would never do in his everyday life. My nighttime Viking.
“Come. My bed is more comfortable than this.” I offer him my hand, and he stands, pulling me in for a kiss. It tells of what’s to come as his tongue twists and explores with mine. I pull away and drag him behind me toward my bedroom. Once we cross the threshold, he closes the door, and I drop his hand.
I don’t want to play games. I want this. Tucking my thumbs into my last piece of clothing, I push my shorts over my hips. Gravity takes them, and they pool around my feet.
“Fuck.”
“Your turn,” I tell him.
His lip twitches and he takes a slow perusal of my body before pushing his pants off.
“Well, that’s not fair.” I pout at his underwear and cross my arms over my chest. I don’t miss how his eyes flare when my tits push together.
“It’s not my fault you weren’t wearing any underwear. I have nothing left to shadow, so I guess these are for you to take off.”
It’s my turn for my eyes to peruse his body. I was a confident, badass woman out on the couch, but my bravery slips a bit. The bulge he’s sporting is significant. The only thing standing between me and a naked, extremely muscular man, tattooed…”
“Holy shit, Viktor.” Peeking out of the bottom of his black boxer briefs and running the entire length of his right leg is a tattoo with intricate knots or tribal work. I squat in front of him to get a better look in the low light of my bedroom, and he curses under his breath. My position probably has him thinking dirty thoughts, but I only want to look at his tattoo right now.
“It’s gorgeous.”
Viktor’s fingers stroke through my hair, “Yes, it is.”
My cheeks heat at his compliment. He reaches down and pulls me to standing.
“You don’t belong on your knees for me. That’s where I belong.”
Before I can fully register his words, he kneels before me, and his hot lips find their way to my stomach. He pulls me in closer by the back of my thighs and kisses from one hip bone to the other.
“Has anyone ever kissed you here? Tasted you?” His nose nuzzles skin that feels forbidden. He knows the answer to his questions, but I understand it’s a silent request.
“You’ll be the first.” His forehead flattens on my stomach, and he inhales. When he exhales, I giggle as the air tickles the trimmed triangle of hair I have between my legs.
“I love that you aren’t shaved bare.” His fingers lightly brush over the hair, and I shudder at how close they are to my aching core.
“Viktor.”
“Can I take care of you? Would you like that?” He nips at my hip bone, and I have to will my legs to keep me upright.
I bob my head more frantically than I mean to, and his lips twitch, attempting not to smile at my eagerness. He stands and grips the back of my thighs on the way up, lifting me off the floor. A squeal escapes me, unprepared for the distance between me and the floor.
“I’ve got you.”
“I know.” He means more than me currently being in his arms. He’s got me . In every way.
Viktor crawls us to the top of the bed and gently lays me on my back. His lips feather kisses down my body, stopping to pay more attention to my nipples and his new favorite snack.
“I know what I said earlier, but I might not be willing to share with Owen.”
“If he can learn to share, so can you.” Once again, he stares at me at the implication that this might be more than a tonight-only event.
Moving further down my body, I feel like every nerve ending is on fire. His beard scratches my sensitive skin, but his lips and tongue soothe it. When he reaches my belly button, he swirls his tongue inside as his hands open my thighs to accommodate his broad shoulders. I pull my knees up, giving him better access, and when he finally takes his first look, I brace myself for his reaction.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Pepper. When did you do this?” His words are a growl, and I know it’s curiosity, frustration, and lust.
“Um. Blake took me about a year ago. Not long after I turned eighteen.” He’s staring intently at my triangle piercing. When I decided to get a genital piercing, I did my research. The Isabella and the Triangle were both said to give the most pleasure. Both piercings run behind the clitoris, but one is horizontal, and one is vertical. I chose the triangle because I liked the look of wearing an open hoop rather than a curved barbell.
“Does it…can I…”
A flustered Viktor is sexy.
“It’s completely healed. It doesn’t hurt, and it’s basically a bullseye for your tongue.”
“Fuck.” He says the word as if it hurts. “You’re going to be the death of me, Pepper.”
“Let’s hope not.”
He slowly moves his hand up my inner thigh, and I hold back the giggle as he tickles me. I don’t want to ruin the mood. He looks so serious. When he moves around the horseshoe jewelry, I shudder in a hard breath. Viktor’s eyes flash to me with worry.
“That felt incredible. No one’s ever touched it but me, and I’m a little sensitive right now. Please don’t stop.”
His fingers explore the piercing, continuously brushing my clit until I’m starving for his touch.
“Fuck. Please, Viktor.”
“Shhh. I’ve got you, Pepper.”
Finally, I watch his head disappear and feel his hot breath before he licks me for the first time. My hands fly to his hair, grabbing fistfuls. I feel his smile as he licks me again. I don’t even recognize the noises coming from me as he sets a rhythm, occasionally sucking my jewelry into his mouth, making sparks fly behind my eyes.
The build-up of my orgasm is quick, and Viktor can tell because he pulls away.
“No,” a needy whine escapes me, and I try to pull his head back.
“Pepper, calm down. I’m not done with you. But if you still want me to make love to you, I need to prepare your pussy to take me. I’m a big man. I don’t want to hurt you.”