3. Oskar
CHAPTER THREE
OSKAR
Kai is on all fours across the bed, his knees trembling with anticipation. His knuckles are white where he grips the sheets, all sexual excitement and controlled tension. The fading sunlight filtering through the drapes catches the sweat already beading on his back.
I take a moment to appreciate him. J?vlar. Kai may not be a Swede, but with his broad shoulders and muscular back, he could be a Viking warrior. His powerful thighs are parted enough to reveal everything I want.
“Do you have condoms and lube?” I ask.
He glances over. “Aren’t you getting naked? I want to see you.”
“Not now.” I keep my voice neutral but stern. “Where are the condoms and lube?”
“Um…” His dick, which had gone down some, hardens again. “Nightstand. Bottom drawer.”
I find the supplies and put them at the foot of the bed.
He turns his head. “What are you gonna do?”
“You will find out.”
“Right.”
“Relax,” I say, climbing onto the bed. “I will take my time with you.”
Kneeling behind him, I run my hands from his shoulders to his hips. When I lean forward and press my lips against his nape, tasting salt and Kai, his full-body tremor proves how much he wants this.
“You smell good,” I say against his skin. “Sweaty but sweet.”
He makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan. “Sure it isn’t desperation?”
“A little of that too.” I bite gently into his shoulder, making him arch his back and push against me.
My hands explore, tracing the ridges of his spine, dipping into the space above his hips, and trailing into his crack. When I spread his cheeks, another wave of lust surges through me. His tight pink hole makes my cock throb with anticipation.
How can this big, brawny guy have such a tiny hole? I’m already imagining how tight it will feel when I push inside.
“Please,” he whispers.
“Please what?” I ask, though I know what he wants. “Tell me.”
His cheeks are flushed when he looks around at me. “Your tongue,” he says. “On me.”
I don’t make him wait because I need him to start falling apart. His body clenches as I drag my tongue from his balls to the top of his crack, and his loud moan makes me question my decision to take my time.
“Fuck,” he says, his voice ragged.
I tease him with light licks and soft kisses until he collapses onto his elbows. He already sounds a bit broken, whining and begging for more. When I focus on his hole, circling it with the tip of my tongue, he nearly comes off the bed.
“Yes,” he hisses. “God, yes.”
The way he responds to the lightest touch may be the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. Working slowly, I enjoy the sounds he makes while I open him with my tongue and fingers.
“More,” he demands. “Please, more.”
I coat my fingers with lube and slide two inside him. Groaning, he pushes back to take them deeper.
“That’s it,” I tell him. “I will make you feel so good you will scream before this is over.”
“Fuck yes.”
Crooking my fingers, I search for the spot that will make him see stars. It doesn’t take long, and when I press on it, he lets out a strangled groan and clenches his ass around me.
“There,” I say, stroking the hard little gland. “Right there.”
Minutes pass while he whines and begs, making my dick painfully hard.
“Oskar! I’m about to come.”
“Nej.” I ease my fingers out of him and resist tasting the long string of precum hanging from his cock.
“You gonna fuck me now?” His voice is tight.
I move quietly around the bed until I’m in front of his face.
His expression is drawn tight when he looks up.
I shake my head. “You will not come until I say you can. If you do, I will not fuck you. Do you understand?”
He nods.
“I want you to come while I am fucking you.”
“Yes sir,” he says, and I don’t miss his small smile.
“Oskar. Just Oskar.”
My dick feels like it’s about to tear through my shorts, so I unbutton them. Kai’s eyes widen as I push them and my briefs down and kick them away.
“God,” he says. “I can’t get over how huge you are.”
I inch forward until my cock touches his lips. Guiding the shaft with my thumb and fingers, I move it side to side, smearing precum across his mouth. “Suck my dick like a good boy,” I say. “If you do as well as you did out there, I will plug your ass with it.”
“Okay.”
The tight heat steals my breath. Kai can’t move his head much, so I fuck his mouth. My balls drag against his chin with each stroke, the rough scratch of his stubble a delicious contrast to the incredible pleasure.
When my control begins to slip, I pull out and kneel in front of him. “I will give you what you want, but do not let me hurt you. If you are not enjoying it, we will stop and do something else.”
He swallows hard. “Yes sir.”
“Oskar. I told you.”
“I’m sorry.”
I tap his cheek. “Trust me, baby.”
The hunger in his gaze is palpable as I stand and strip off my shirt. When I settle behind him again, he twists toward me and watches while I roll on the condom. My fingers are shaking.
“See what you’re doing to me?” I ask.
He gulps and keeps his eyes on me while I coat myself with lube, then hisses when I swipe the excess across his hole. I crawl into position and moan as I rub against his entrance.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Been ready.” He drops his head to the mattress.
I mean to go slow, but the moment I start pushing inside, I lose control. “Oj herre Gud!” Groaning, I fight the instinct to drive deeper. Every inch is torture as I work my way into him.
“Yes,” he says. “Fuck yes.”
When I am completely inside, I pause to let him adjust. “You feel incredible,” I say.
He wiggles his ass, already wanting more.
I find a rhythm that makes him grunt every time I push inside. The sharp slap of skin against skin echoes through the room, mingled with our ragged breaths and guttural curses. I lean forward, covering his back with my chest while I wrap an arm around him and fist his cock.
“God, yes!” he cries.
I stroke him, matching the tempo of my thrusts. “You feel so good,” I whisper against his ear. “Let go for me, baby.”
His response is a choked sob, and I answer by driving into him again.
“Harder!” he begs.
I am fucking him so fast I can barely maintain my grip on his cock. “Like it?” I ask.
“Oh God! Fuck, I… Shit!”
His back bows as he spills over my hand and onto the sheets. He cries out, so lost in his orgasm he almost twists out of my grasp.
I release his dick and wrap both arms around him, pounding him with everything I have.
“Yes… yes!” He clenches around me, still crying out with every thrust, but the hollow ache in my balls demands more.
“Don’t stop,” he begs.
The need inside me ignites into fire as I hammer him, and his cries fade into the background as I tumble over the edge. I bury myself deep inside him as my cum floods the condom.
When I am spent, we collapse onto the bed, and I roll off him. We are still tangled together, soaked with sweat. His eyes are closed, and his face is more relaxed than I’ve seen it yet. He’s even more beautiful this way.
“Hi,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Are you okay?”
He opens his eyes. “Better than okay. That was incredible.”
“Fett, we would say in Sweden.”
“Fett.” He sounds like he is trying it on for size. “I like that.”
We lie quietly as the city lights twinkle outside.
After a while, Kai starts tracing patterns on my chest. “What are you thinking?”
I consider making a joke to deflect, but something about this moment is too important for that.
“I never saw this coming,” I say. “The way we have…” I stop, sensing I should at least filter my words.
“I thought I was going to a ball game to pass the time, and the day has turned into something wonderful I did not expect.”
His stillness makes me wonder if I’ve said too much, and he’s about to kick me out.
But then he rolls me onto my back and climbs on top. “I’ve needed this for so long,” he says. “I never get fucked the way I want to be. Most guys are only out for what they want, and I end up feeling disappointed in myself.”
“No more of that.” I put a hand behind his head and draw him down until our lips touch. The softness becomes a kiss, and I enjoy how he’s pressing me down, possessing my mouth with his tongue.
When he draws away, our eyes meet.
“Do you have to go?” he asks.
“If you want me to stay, I will stay.”
His smile makes my chest tingle.
Helvete. What the hell is this?
“Let’s take a nap,” he says. “Then we’ll have more fun.”
I can’t resist needling him a little. “Sounds like the best thing next to fika. Do you remember what that is, or did my crazy sex skills fuck it out of you?”
He snorts. “Asshole. Let’s see what happens later, and maybe I’ll make you all the coffee you want.”
We’re both laughing as he rolls off and rests his head on my shoulder. I drape an arm over his chest as we drift away.
We wake about midnight, and as much as I want more of Kai, I have to eat first. Before I can say anything, he climbs on top again and kisses me.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, his words little more than a breath against my lips. “I’m starving.”
“You read my mind. And after we eat…” I’ve never been good at self-censorship, and I have apparently never learned that stopping in the middle of a sentence only makes others curious about what I almost said.
“What?” he asks. “Please don’t say you’re leaving. I’m hoping for another round.”
“You did it again,” I say. “You can read my thoughts.”
He looks into my eyes. “The sex was amazing, Oskar. Better than any I’ve had for a long time.”
We order Chinese food and eat it out of paper containers, standing naked at his kitchen counter.
Between bites, we steal kisses and cannot keep our hands off each other.
His nipples are pink and firm in the chilly, air-conditioned condo.
I keep pinching them, and he yelps every time.
We are both as hard as rocks when we finish the kung pao chicken.
“Leave the broccoli and beef on the counter,” he says, taking my hand and leading me back to bed.
This time, it is even better.