Chapter 11 #2
He toed off his boots, kicking them out of the way.
I was busy working on the button of his jeans as he dragged his T-shirt over his head in that way men had.
The reach behind showed off every line of his arms, the ink that danced along the underside of his bicep, and the strong lines of his neck and shoulders as he stripped away the worn cotton.
I hadn’t noticed the ink on his torso when I’d hosed him down earlier today. I was much more interested in the tight slab of muscles that made up his chest and the mouth-watering ridges of his abs.
He was earthy and intense. So different from the men I usually found myself attracted to. When I allowed myself the time for relationships, they’d been uncomplicated men. Kind and unthreatening with steady jobs and even steadier demeanors.
There was nothing steady about Ronan Parrish. Solid, yes—but he was too volatile to be called steady. Too much lived in his brain, and the passion for his work came out in waves.
His intelligence and way he saw through bullshit was scary. Especially my bullshit. Calling me out as much as he demanded more from me.
“Stop thinking, Sunshine.” He grabbed my hand and instead of pulling it away, he dragged it deeper into his boxers. Wrapped his long fingers around mine as I took his cock in my hand.
He was already firm and rapidly growing as my grip tightened. He crowded into me, our feet tangling into a shuffling dance that matched the strumming guitars still pouring from the bathroom.
I twisted my hand to draw him out of the denim and cotton, letting out a whooshing breath as the length of him pressed tight against the rough hair of his lower belly. He dragged me against him until the silky cap of his cock rubbed against my soft middle.
I stroked him, learning his length and just how he liked me to touch him.
His hands were gentle on my hips, allowing me the time to get used to his big body.
When the tips of his fingers dug into my ass, I took it as a sign he liked the twist and pull at the tip of his shaft before I delved back into the cotton recesses of his boxers.
I wanted them off.
But I also liked the safety of the almost naked versus me dealing with all of him.
He didn’t seem to mind taking our time. We slowly swayed into a sort of box step while I learned he was slightly ticklish along his hip, he liked a firm tug, and dancing cheek-to-cheek would never be the same for me again.
My breasts brushed across his furred chest as I raised one arm to circle his neck. He bowed his head and groaned into my mouth as the first licks of languid turned to burn. The tip of his tongue flicked and teased, drawing mine deeper into his mouth to tangle.
I sighed at the warmth of his taste. The bite of hoppy flavor from the beer he must have found in my fridge mixed with pure Viking. I stroked his shaft harder in tandem to the kiss that spun out from gentle teases to taking.
His grip on my hip became a rough caress up my back. He gripped my hair, angling my head where he wanted it. His other hand slipped lower to delve beyond the cleft of my ass.
I sucked in a quick breath as he teased the tips of his fingers along the entrance of my pussy.
He raked his fingers through my hair, then wrapped the long length around his hand, dragging my head back to get to my neck. The spark of pain lit up my skin, and my nipples tightened in reaction.
He scraped his teeth down the column of my neck to my shoulder, then he rushed back to my mouth. The kiss wasn’t gentle now. Gentleness had fallen away like the clothes littering my floor.
I went up onto my toes so I could wrap my arms around him. Releasing my hair, he took the hint and banded his arm around my back so he could jam his thigh between my legs.
The rasp of the denim along my inner thighs and the more sensitive skin between my legs ratcheted up the buzz under my skin. He lifted me, hooking my legs around his waist as he took the precious few steps that would get us to my bed.
He laid me out on my cool summer quilt. I expected him to dispose of his jeans, but he shouldered his way between my legs and opened me wide. There was a maniacal gleam in his eyes as he dragged the flat of his tongue along my center.
“You’re not nearly ready enough for what I’m going to do to you.”
Considering my thighs were damp with how ready I was, I seriously doubted that. I tried to scoot up the bed to give him room, but he dragged me lower so he could kneel on the floor instead.
“Open for me,” he demanded.
“I’m open, dammit.”
He gripped my inner thighs and splayed me further. “I’m no shy boy down here. I’m going to taste you from stem to stern, Sunshine.” He licked again and lower, swirling where no man had dared go.
I shifted on the bed, unprepared for the friction of his beard along the sensitive skin of my ass as he sampled every square inch of my pussy and beyond until I was a writhing mess.
He looked up from between my thighs. “Touch your tits since I can’t.”
His rough voice and even rougher language urged me to let go. He wasn’t afraid to show me we were in this together—and to demand my total participation.
I cupped my heavy breast. It was more than a handful and my nipples were tighter and harder than they’d ever been. Each firm tug gave me a brief respite from the wildness humming inside me.
The flat of his tongue was back to create havoc on my clit while his beard buzzed over my ass again and again until the burn became a firestorm. My thighs shook as he held me down and demanded I let go.
I arched off the bed, needing more. I didn’t know how I needed more, but I did. I squeezed my breast and gripped his hair with my other hand, holding him there.
His dark, rich laughter pissed me off enough for me to growl out his name.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me.” He sucked and stroked but I was so damn empty.
“You. I need you.”
“Not yet.”
I dug my heels into the quilt, bunching it under me as I ground myself against his face. He let one thigh go and drove two fingers inside of me, and I detonated.
I clamped down around his fingers, my legs shaking, as he held me down with one shoulder and one hand and drank from me greedily.
The sounds—dear God, the sounds. I would have been embarrassed if I wasn’t riding a euphoria-laced orgasm that bent my brain.
The pinprick of a light in my bedroom blurrily came into focus as Ronan climbed over me. Pleasure and satisfaction gleamed in his eyes as he rolled me onto my back and rocked himself between my thighs, gently this time.
I’d curled into myself sometime between orgasm one and three. At least I was pretty sure it was more than two. I wasn’t sure. One was usually a gift for me, let alone two in one huge rolling wave.
He nipped my chin before he buried his face in my neck. “I haven’t even gotten inside of you and I’d happily die right now.”
I slapped his ass as he rocked against my thigh. I could feel him hard and ready there, just waiting to kill me one more time. “Liar.”
He propped himself up on his elbows and his heavy silver Celtic cross swung just over my breasts. “No lies. Watching you, tasting you…” He nipped my lower lip lightly with that wolfish grin. “Addicting. Breath-stealing.”
“All right, all right.” I could feel the flush burning up my chest to my neck.
“You’re beyond gorgeous, but this body.” He rocked his hips. “Made for me. Made to take me. You’ll take me, won’t you, Kira?”
I swallowed. I didn’t know how to accept the words, or even the idea that I could be worshiped like this.
I hooked my leg up on his hip and shifted him more firmly over me.
I could give him the yes with my body. I reached between us, happy to see he’d had the foresight to wrap himself up for me.
That I didn’t have to fumble for a condom or even analyze the fact that I might’ve said who the fuck cares if he didn’t.
My eyes flooded as he watched my face with reverence and slid into me as if I was his home. I wanted to close my eyes against the intensity burning between us.
It would be easier to lock myself away and just focus on the pleasure.
But he rose up a little to rock inside of me again and again. His huge hand gripped my hip and thigh tight against him as he undulated over me, filling me endlessly.
The cross swung between us as he took my hand and laced our fingers next to my head to pin me in place. His muscles strained as he held himself over me, somehow not crushing me, his gaze never wavering.
I could tell he needed more and was waiting for me to offer it. His jawline firmed as challenge rose in the snap of his hips.
Demanding that I do more than take. And for the first time, I wanted to give without reservation.
Without the fear I would fall on my face and have the rug ripped out from under me.
I pushed him back and locked my legs around him, rolling him like I’d learned in self-defense classes. His eyes went from intense to startled, but I got him on his hip before he hit the edge of the bed and he finally grasped my intention.
He inched his way back into the middle of the bed as I fumbled my way into a position of dominance. Straddling his powerful legs, I glimpsed more ink on his muscled thigh. Another tattoo on his hip crawled up the sin lines to his waist.
I brushed my fingers over the swirls of Celtic knots and sharp fonts in another language, the Irish and the Nordic sides of him so proudly displayed on his body. But right now there was only one bit of Viking I wanted to explore.
My knees hugged his hips as I rose over him and sank down onto his cock. He hissed and growled as he stared up at me.
I took his hands and put them on my breasts, groaning as he knew just the firm touch I needed. He always seemed to know what I needed, even when I bucked back at him.
And in this one moment, I knew what he needed too. I slipped my fingers down his back and dragged my nails up over the ridges of muscle at his back. The flash of surprise in his eyes swirled into hot, wild rapture.
I linked my arms around his neck and rolled my hips to take him deep. His jaw firmed and the corded muscles of his neck strained.
“Hold onto me, Viking.”
“Always.”
His arm banded around my back and the other hand went to my hair to catch my mouth in a growling, rabid kiss.
Sweetness was gone again. This time we were on an even playing field as he rose up and we were chest to chest. Friction and sweat poured off of us but we raced for glory.
He growled my name into my mouth and held me tight to him as he jerked under me. He used all the leverage in his big, beautiful body as he drove into me and I crashed over him.
It was messy and amazing and we both raced to outdo the other until our battle scars were badges and the prize was simply us.
Together.