16. Dexter
DEXTER
The return trip to Wood Hollow was traffic-free and uneventful. It should have been awkward as fuck to drive for two hours with the man I’d basically propositioned with a good time, but it was a relief to know we were on the same page. This was happening.
Viggo was quiet at first—lost in thought, and that was okay. I was on cloud nine, slightly buzzed and dreaming about the future.
I spotted a deer on the side of the road, which sparked a conversation about deer running onto the highway and the time he’d had to veer to avoid hitting one and had ended up in a ditch.
There’d been a three-hour wait and a tow truck involved, and the driver hadn’t been able to figure out how to attach his vehicle, so Viggo’d had to do it.
He was funny in a self-deprecating, faux-grumpy way I found ridiculously charming.
Time slipped away and before I knew it, we’d reached the exit for the Four Forest area.
I thought about putting my ball cap on in case anyone spotted us together, but it was dark and drizzly, and as Viggo pulled into my driveway and killed the engine, I had other things on my mind. All of them X-rated.
“Are you inviting me in?” he asked.
I fisted the front of his shirt in response and crashed our mouths together. We made out till the windows fogged and oxygen became an issue.
“C’mon.” I hopped out, and somehow, Viggo was at my side, snaking an arm around my waist and pushing me against the SUV.
Viggo bent his knees slightly to accommodate our height difference and ravaged me as if he couldn’t get enough. I let my hands roam under his jacket to feel his hard pecs and grope his ass, aware that we were borderline out of control…in public…in my neighborhood.
A drop of rain splatted on my forehead, yanking me to reality.
In case you’re curious, my cock was a steel bar behind my zipper. I felt like a teenager making all kinds of bad decisions and not really giving a fuck. Nothing mattered but getting close to him.
Viggo held my chin and sucked on my bottom lip. “I want to touch you. Fuck you.”
“Yes. Inside. Now.”
I fumbled with the alarm system, reset it, and led him upstairs without turning on the lights.
The floor-to-ceiling windows provided enough natural illumination to guide the way.
I stepped out of my shoes and tossed my jacket onto the chair in the corner, then finally switched on my bedside lamp and turned to face Viggo.
Christ, he looked larger than life and just the right amount of rough.
Viggo moved into the room, stalking toward me like a panther and hooked a thumb in my belt loop. With his free hand, he stroked my jaw and kissed my nose, my cheek, and my chin.
“Undress for me, Dex. Let me watch you,” he purred.
He sat on the edge of the mattress, fully clothed, resting his elbows on his knees. So cool, so calm. And I was already a trembling mess. But I obeyed, flinging my shirt and wiggling out of my jeans and boxer briefs.
I spread my arms wide. “This what you were looking for?”
Viggo’s expression was wolfish. “Very beautiful. C’mere.”
I moved between his thighs to help him out of his jacket. I unbuttoned his shirt, but I didn’t rush. There was something kind of sexy in the juxtaposition of my nakedness and his quiet control.
Viggo ghosted his hands over my stomach, my hips, and my ass. He leaned forward and licked my abs with the flat of his tongue. I gasped at the cool contact and the wicked gleam in his eyes. He did it again, sinking lower and tickling my cock with his beard.
I tugged at his hair and grunted, “Mm. More.”
He folded the striped duvet aside and stood, shrugging his shirt off. “Lie down.”
The deep timbre of his voice brooked no argument. I should have been irritated by the power move, but it was very fucking hot. I crawled to the middle of the bed, propped my head on two pillows, cupped my aching balls, and gripped my shaft, waiting for his next command.
I felt Viggo’s heavy stare as he removed his boots and unbuckled his belt. “You’re taking too long. I could come just from looking at you.”
Viggo let out a huff of amusement. “You must be very, very horny.”
“You have no idea,” I rasped. “And you’re so sexy. I have a new thing for lumberjacks.”
His lips twitched, but he didn’t reply. He seemed mesmerized by the show.
I turned it up a notch, lifting my legs and sliding a finger lightly at my entrance.
That did it. Viggo growled as he approached the bed, slipping his thumbs under his belt loops and lowering his jeans and briefs.
His cock sprang free and bobbed like a flag in the breeze.
Christ, I was salivating now. I rolled sideways to retrieve supplies from my nightstand.
“No. Stay there. Like that.”
“We need lube.”
“I’ll get it.” Viggo kicked the denim and cotton and opened the drawer. He set the supplies on the mattress and climbed over me, kissing me senseless as he settled between my thighs.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, savoring the weight of him. “So good. Are you gonna fuck me, Viking man?”
Viggo snorted. “Viking man?”
“Yeah.”
I grinned as he rolled his eyes and bent to kiss me again. The sweetness of it stole my breath. I hadn’t smiled or laughed during sex in so, so long. My body was a live wire, but my heart felt light, buoyant.
“On your knees.”
I scrambled onto all fours, anticipating the rip of foil and the clip of a lube bottle. Instead, Viggo spread my cheeks apart and licked my crease. I cried out in surprise and pleasure. I hadn’t expected a rim job, but I was all for it.
Viggo alternately flicked and speared his tongue with expert precision, as if he’d known from the start what I liked and how to reduce me to a puddle of mush in seconds flat.
The scruff of his beard on my ass, his rough big hands holding me in place while he licked me open, was sensory overload. I held on to the headboard and gripped myself hard. I didn’t want to come yet, but it was already getting dicey.
“I can’t…you need…please,” I blathered incoherently.
Viggo smacked my butt and suited up; then his lubed fingers breached me…one, two, and finally three. I was gonna come. Yeah, there was no way I could hold on. No chance.
The press of his cock at my hole stalled my imminent orgasm. He was fucking huge.
“Relax. We go slow.”
True to his word, Viggo took his time, moving inch by inch till he filled me completely. I was shaking now. It was too much and not enough. I’d never passed out, but I was perilously close to coming undone.
“I think…I think it’s too much. I—”
“Shh. I’ve got you,” he whispered, rocking his hips.
Pleasure flooded through me, chasing away pain, and suddenly I was flying.
“Oh, shit, that’s good. So good.”
Viggo moved with care at first, reading my body like a gifted musician playing a new instrument, slowly pulling out and sliding in, dragging the tip of his cock over my sweet spot. Soon enough, slow was the last thing I wanted. And he knew it.
Viggo upped the tempo, fingers digging into my sides as he thrust hard and deep. I stroked my aching dick to the rhythm he set, knowing I was heading for the edge.
“You wait for me,” he commanded. “I’ve got you.”
He wrapped his hand around mine, and that was it for me. I saw stars and white light, and I was coming and coming. I collapsed and he fell on top of me, his hips pistoning double time, then roaring like a wild animal as he filled the condom.
I wasn’t quite myself afterward. I couldn’t move, speak, or think rationally. I figured the haze would clear eventually. Maybe.
Viggo stirred first. I felt the mattress shift, heard footsteps, and saw the light from the bathroom, but I didn’t budge till he returned with a warm washcloth.
“Are you sore?”
“Dunno. I can’t feel anything,” I said into the pillow as he gently tended to me. “Actually, I feel like a jellyfish. Thanks for…you don’t have to do that.”
He splayed a hand on my ass and squeezed. “I want to. That was rough. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I noted the telltale trace of an accent and was charmed. I rolled onto my side, motioning for him to lie beside me. “I’m fine. Better than ever.”
“Good. Me too.” Viggo pulled the duvet over us. “Don’t worry. I’ll go soon.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to assure him that he could stay all night, but I didn’t trust my voice. So I snuggled closer, rested my head on Viggo’s chest, and fell fast asleep.