Chapter Twenty-three
“So.” Viking ushered her in. “This is my little place, all newly-painted and -renovated.”
Elle looked around and smiled. It was good to see where Viking lived at last, and even better to realize that despite everything, she was trusted by Viking and Wolf and the others to just come and go from Satan’s as she pleased. They knew that she wouldn’t disappear in the middle of the night ever again.
It felt good to be trusted. To be free.
Viking’s apartment was only one bedroom, but it had a huge kitchen with lots of pots and pans and shiny things, and her fingers itched to cook him something delicious. The living room had endless bookshelves, a deep sofa with huge pillows, and a massive leather armchair.
“Did you get that custom made?” she asked. “I’ve never seen such a big chair in a store.”
“Yep.” He took her coat and hung it on a beautiful dark-wood coat tree. “Made to measure for me.”
“It’s great,” she told him. She wandered over to the bookshelves and looked at all the medical books and diplomas, the photos of Viking in his combat medic uniform, Viking with some of the Road Devils. “It’s all great. I love it.”
“Thanks, baby.” He went over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Juice? Coke?”
“Ummmm. Pineapple juice?”
“You know it,” he said. “I was ready for the come-over.”
She looked over at him and grinned. “‘The come-over’?”
“Yep.” He took a beautiful glass out of his cabinet. “I’ve wanted you to spend the night here for a while… ever since that first night, actually. I understood why Wolf wanted to keep you at Satan’s and in sight, but that damn bed was way too small for both of us.”
She laughed. “I remember.”
“Well, just so you know.” He came into the living room and handed her the glass. “My bed is bigger. Much bigger.”
“Did you have it custom made too?”
“I did, actually. I can do cartwheels in it, if I want.”
“Hmmmm.” Elle took a sip of juice, gazing up at him. “So gymnastics are on the agenda for tonight, huh?”
“You know it, baby. I am going to flip and spin you until you beg for breath.”
“Promise?” she whispered. “I can hold my breath for a long while.”
Viking gently touched her cheek, only faintly bruised now. Right away, her lips parted slightly and those winter sunset eyes turned warm. And just like that, he wanted her. He needed her to be close to him. He had to have her.
It’s been too long .
“Is there maybe something else I can get for you?” he said, his voice almost a growl. "Some other way that I can help make you feel at home?”
She arched as his fingers trailed between her breasts, down her stomach. “Umm. Maybe.”
“Yeah?” Viking’s hand was between her legs now. “How about this ? Does this make you feel wanted?”
She gasped as every sensation hit her all at once; she fumbled to find a shelf for the glass, set it down with a thunk.
Viking grinned at her, reached down and lifted her knit dress up, past her knees and thighs. His fingers moved to her sex and he blinked as he made contact with hot skin and silky hair.“You’re not wearing any underwear, Elle.”
“I know.”
“You bad girl…”
“Just for you, babe. Do you like it?”
“You know I do.” His fingers were coated in her honey. “And I can feel that you do, too.”
He kissed her now, his tongue plunging in time to his fingers. He shoved her against the wall between the bookshelves and she shuddered at his size and strength, wondered again that she didn’t fear either of those things in the slightest. His body trapped her in place and her hips moved back and forth on his hand, riding his fingers as he thrust deeper. He turned his hand palm-up and started caressing her liquid heat, reaching for the very heart of her. He was literally stroking her sweet spot and she sobbed.
“Viking… oh, God.”
With his other hand he lifted her leg and wrapped it around him. She clutched his shoulders and threw her head back against the wall, starting to lose control. The flickering started deep inside her, where his fingers were pressing and stroking, and she shook wildly as her whole body tensed for release – a release that he was holding just out of her reach.
Viking watched her face as he teased her, taking her just to the edge then pulling back again, denying her the relief that she craved. Seeing Elle come was better than coming himself, in some ways, but watching her just before was a thing of sheer, utter beauty. Just knowing that he was doing this to her, that she was letting herself go with him after everything she’d suffered, was touching and hot and beautiful.
Elle opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her, his brown eyes full of heat and emotion.
He smiled at her. “You are so gorgeous… and you’re all mine, baby.”
“I am,” she said, the words ragged and raw. “All yours.”
“I want you to come for me, Elle. Now .”
She gasped as her pussy did exactly what he told it to do, just helplessly reacted to his command: it clutched and tightened on his fingers, the sensations getting stronger and keener. She gave a strangled scream as her orgasm was ripped out of her and her whole body went limp; if he hadn’t put her leg around his hips, she’d have slid down the wall onto the floor.
Nothing better than doing this to her, for her. Just nothing .
Elle was sobbing, trying to catch her breath, trying to get air into her still-shaking body. He pulled his fingers out of her slowly and wrapped her other leg around him. He lifted her gently and balanced her against the wall.
“So,” he said in a conversational tone. “How’s the breathing thing going for you?”
“Fine,” she huffed. “Good.”
“Really.” He cocked his head at her, loving her flushed cheeks and wild hair. “You think you’re ready for more?”
“Ready,” she said. “But now it’s your turn.”
“Do your worst, baby.”
She reached between them with both hands, unzipping him, pushing all material aside. He was huge and hot in her small hands, and she stroked him slowly, her eyes level with his, watching them flare with want. She loved seeing him react to her every touch, she loved feeling him lengthen and harden at her touch.
This was the power that she’d wanted to understand and get to know; this was the secret to sex that had always eluded her. It all started with trust, and honesty, and vulnerability… things that she’d never known before this massive, gentle man. These were things that she wanted to explore with him – only him – as she took back her body, her pleasure, her future.
Viking closed his eyes, fighting to stay in control of himself. But as usual, Elle was making it damn near impossible for him. He had wanted to really take his time that night, take her to his bed and stroke that silky skin, and tongue her pert nipples, and suck on her clit… but Elle had other ideas.
She wrapped her legs tighter around his hips and lifted herself against him, her hands busy and quick. She brushed his cock against her entrance and he gasped at the hot contact, already feeling his last vestiges of self-control start to unravel. Encouraged, she rubbed herself against him, moved her hips in a slow riding motion, watched his face as her pussy stroked his hardness, and he gave in.
He hadn’t put up much of a fight, really…and that was fine by him.
He reached for his wallet in his back jeans pocket, his fingers shaking as he unwrapped and rolled on the condom, trying to stay focused and not fall over and send them both crashing to the floor. He lifted her tiny body higher, pushed her back hard against the wall and – in one hot, hard movement – he thrust inside her, all the way to the hilt. He paused.
Elle gave a small shriek as he plunged deep inside her. She arched and his mouth moved to her delicate neck, kissing and licking. She pressed her hands on the back of his head, pushing him against her, loving his mouth, his tongue, his cock.
Viking withdrew almost all the way, then slowly slid back in. She shuddered and he grinned. The sweet torture could go both ways, and he was determined to pace himself… he wanted her to come before he did. Her quivering and clutching pussy told him that she wasn ’ t too far from another climax, and he pulled out again, thrust in again. Again. Again.
Elle rose to meet him each time, her pleasure increasing with each push of his hips. He twisted and plunged, and she let out a cry.
“ Viking ! Oh, Viking… you feel so… oh, God .”
He slid out, slid in, lifting her body to take him more deeply; he was in complete control of her now, and he was watching her lose her mind. “ I feel so what, baby?”
“ So good. So good… oh, God .”
He kissed her and she tasted his sweat. He was holding himself back for her, she knew, and that turned her on even more. Helpless, mindless, shameless, she lifted her body right off the wall and held on to his shoulders, riding his cock; his huge hands were under her ass, pulling her closer and tighter with every thrust. Without a word, they both knew that the other was done with the game.
His strokes were powerful now as he tried to get as close to her as he could. He pushed into her lithe little body hard, buried his face in her neck, and let go of all control. He ground into her, felt her lower lips squeeze him with each plunge.
“ Say my name when you come, baby.” He licked her throat, his breath hot and fast. “ Let me know you know who ’ s making you come.”
Unable to resist, unable to stop the tension and release inside of her, Elle ’ s pussy started to flicker and spasm. He felt it and closed his eyes against his own release. She was shaking wildly now, begging him to send her over the edge.
“ Please, Viking. Please!”
“ Now, honey.” He drove into her without mercy. “ Now, baby… let it go.”
She screamed his name as her body shattered, and that cry of pure ecstasy on her lips was a sound that he wanted to hear forever. There was nothing better; knowing that he had done this to her, that she was sobbing and panting and screaming his name was the best thing in the whole damn universe. In those moments, Viking knew he ’ d kill for her if it meant that he ’ d hear his name spoken that way again, even just once.
Her climax wrenched his own out of him: he slammed into her one final time, threw his head back, let himself go. His eyes were closed, his whole body was riding the wave of sensation and he wanted it to go on forever. She dug his fingers into his back as he found his own release; she loved feeling this huge, strong man quiver in her arms. She loved knowing that she had done this to him.
With a groan, Viking placed both hands on the wall, his arms stretched over their heads, holding her in place with his huge upper body, her legs wrapped around his hips. They leaned against each other, unmoving, their breaths slowing down and their bodies relaxing.
Viking felt like he could trust his legs beneath him again, so he lifted her gently and carried her to the sofa. They sat, Elle in his lap, her thighs still around him, him still buried deep inside her pulsing heat.
“So,” he said. “How’s the breathing thing going now ?”
“Kind of crap,” she puffed. “You?”
“The same.” He ran his hands up and down her back, loving that this time tomorrow, Zoe would have started to cover up the disgusting tattoo that was there now. “Hey, you know what?”
“What?”
“You haven’t seen the bedroom yet.”
Elle pulled back a bit to look at his eyes; she loved seeing them dance when he was teasing her. “You mean the bedroom with the custom made bed? The one where we can perform some gymnastics?”
“That’s the one.”
“Well, big guy.” She tightened her inner muscles around him and felt him swell inside of her. “Let’s go. Flip and spin me until I beg for breath.”
And after the third flip and spin, she did indeed beg.
She begged for more.
**
Viking and Elle were lying all curled up in his bed, watching the snow fall outside. She’d never been more of a mess – her hair was standing up all over the place, she was sore and exhausted, any makeup that she’d had on had long been sweated off. But she’d never felt more beautiful.
“So,” he said softly. “I got you some Pringles.”
Startled at this random statement that had come out of nowhere, Elle lifted her head from his chest and stared at him. “You – Pringles?”
“Yeah. You said that when you were at the compound, you missed normal. TV, vegging out and –”
“And Pringles,” she finished. “You remembered?”
“When it comes to you, baby, I remember everything.” He kissed the top of her head. “And I was thinking that ever since leaving the cult, you hadn’t really had normal . You were in that room above the bar, being watched night and day, then you were taken away from us, now you’re kind of starting again. I thought maybe you’d want to sit on the sofa with me and watch a movie and stuff our faces with Pringles.”
“Hell, yeah!” she said, delighted. “I’d love that! I can’t believe you thought of all of this…”
“I told you, baby.” Viking got to his feet, extended his hand to help her out of bed. “I was ready for the come-over.”
“You were not kidding.” Iris grabbed his shirt from off the floor and pulled it over her head. She inhaled his spicy, citrusy cologne and the strong, smoky, sexy smell of her man, that smell that she remembered from the jean jacket that he’d given her, back when she was a frightened stranger in the back of his van. “So does this mean that I can come over again?”
“You’d better,” he growled in that voice, the one that made her pussy melt and her nipples tighten. “I’ll make it worth your while if you do.”
And right away, the TV, and the sofa, and the Pringles had to wait because he yanked the shirt off her body again, he shoved her down again, and he took her breath away.
Again.
And again.
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Dear Reader,
I very much hope that you enjoyed Viking and Iris’ story, and catching up with The Road Devils cast of characters.