2. Claire
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A symphony of rapid footsteps, falling keys and clattering picture frames fill my ears as our bodies navigate the dark hallway.
Without pulling my mouth from the hungry lips that devour mine, I keep one hand woven into the Viking’s impossibly soft hair, while my other feels along the hallway for my bedroom door.
I almost cry in relief when my hand makes contact with the doorknob. Lover Boy finds the skin of my neck and sucks as if he’s consuming my soul. Now I’m crying out for a whole new reason. A shudder skips down my spine at the feel of his wet, warm lips leaving their mark.
I’ve never really been one for hickeys, but I’m putty in this man’s hands. I’m at the point where I’ll let him do just about anything, especially if he’s going to make me feel this damn good, and we haven’t even got to the good part yet. The naked part.
I push the door open, which he catches with lightning-quick reflexes and throws it back, closing us in the darkness.
He traces kisses up my neck. “I can sense you’re a woman who knows what she wants. So, tell me, Bombshell. How do you want me to make you come first?”
I’m so fucking wet right now.
“Are you hungry, Lover Boy?” I ask while I let my hands roam over his cut shoulders, walking us back toward my bed.
The soft moonlight filtering through my curtains paints the room in a dreamy blue glow, with just enough light to make out our bodies.
His round biceps and corded forearms give me confidence that this man can absolutely handle a night of orgasmic perfection. Man, I hope I’m reading that right. I want to come, and I want to come hard. I hooked up with a guy a few weeks ago who was great with his fingers but not so much with his tongue. I love having my pussy licked, and this Viking looks like he can make a meal out of me.
“Ravenous,” he says.
Grabbing onto the hem of his shirt, I pull it over his head. I gravitate toward bulkier men. Enjoying the way I feel dainty in their grasp but also liking the power that comes with making a big guy crumble between my thighs.
This guy is a heavenly mix of thick muscles and sculpted abs. He’s giving boy-scout-meets-daddy vibes and I’m fucking here for it. Even with his pretty boy face, light scruff and high cheekbones, I still want to ride that face like a cowgirl.
I put a hand on his chest, humming my appreciation at the smooth skin of his pronounced pecs, instructing him to stay in place while I take a step back.
I untie the straps behind my neck and let the panels of my dress fall, exposing my peaked, pierced nipples. Pride consumes me as I watch the way he bites his lip at the sight of them.
I sway my hips and push the gathered fabric down my thighs, letting the dress pool at my feet. I kick it aside and step out of my heels, leaving me in a barely-there, pink thong.
“Do I get to unwrap the rest of my present?”
My heart is beating like a drum, slamming against my chest so hard. The force of it almost makes me jump. This man looks at me like I’m a gift. He’d be right in that assessment, and I like to reward good behaviour, so I sit down on the end of the bed and part my legs.
“Depends. Will you make it good for me?”
He drops to his knees, a hand landing on either side of my legs, and pulls me closer to the edge. “What’s the magic word?”
“Eat my pussy,” I say as I lean in and place a deep kiss on his lips.
He nips at me, pulling back with a raised eyebrow.
“Please.” I draw out the word with a purr, and his hands glide up my thighs, hooking around the thin waistband at my hips.
I lift, allowing him to pull the fabric down my legs, his eyes fixated on my bare pussy as he tosses my underwear over his shoulder.
“Holy fuck,” he says as he pushes my legs farther apart. “Your clit is pierced?” Awe laces his words.
“I was tired of men not being able to find it.”
“They weren’t men, baby.” A-fucking-men to that.
“Are you going to show me how a real man eats pussy, then?” I ask.
“No.” His eyes still haven’t left the silver ring on my hood. “I’m gonna show you how a real man worships one.”
My eyes practically roll to the back of my head at his words as he lifts my legs and places them over his shoulders before he takes one long lick up my centre.
His tongue lightly flicks in quick succession against my clit, the piercing heightening the sensation even further.
Large hands massage the inside of my thighs as he devours me. His tongue laps up and down at the needy flesh, then sucks on my clit with teasing little pulses. He continues the circuit, exploring my pussy, then latching on to my clit, over and over again.
It’s a dance of pleasure that brings me to a precipice, and before I can hold on to the feeling and let go, he pulls back to those slow, worshipping glides, up and down. I’m both highly aroused and frustratingly pissed off. It feels so fucking amazing, but I’m aching with the need to detonate.
When he climbs once again to my clit, I hold him there.
“Don’t fucking stop this time. I want to come,” I pant.
He pulls back with a gleam in his eyes and a smirk pulling at his lips. He brings a hand to my wet pussy and caresses from clit to slit, forcing a whimpered plea to fall from my lips.
With a growl, he thrusts two fingers inside of me, latches onto my clit and sucks hard.
His hand follows a deep, unhurried pace, while his fingers fly in a come-hither motion, mixed with the lashing of his tongue against my piercing. I throw my head back and scream.
The rapid pace of his fingers, the steady roll of his palm, the lavishing of his tongue, all of it overwhelms me. I’m sure it’s the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. My sated body tries to tell my head to breathe as he places little kisses all over my pussy and thighs.
I feel myself squirming as the pleasure flows through every limb. Mewling noises I’ve never heard myself make before escape me.
He kisses his way over my belly, ribs and nipples, lightly tugging at the piercing on one side before switching to the other. My hands explore his back, desperate to touch him, and I’ve never felt so needy.
I love sex. I’m not shy in the bedroom or about making my intentions known. Once I’ve had my fill, I’m happy to see them out, but this man is going nowhere yet.
I hook my legs around his knees, holding him to me, disappointed that he’s still wearing his jeans. I snake my hands between us, ripping at his button.
“Fuck. I hope I have a condom in my wallet,” he says, gently biting at my nipple before smashing his lips against mine.
I force my tongue into his mouth, duelling with his as I undo his fly and push my hand inside his briefs. A bead of precum leaks against my wrist on my way in, and I moan. My fingers wrap around his thick length, hot to the touch and so smooth.
“I have some,” I say.
Throwing my free hand out, I blindly search my bedside table, pouting when I can’t reach the drawer handle.
He pumps a few times into my hand before pulling back and stepping off the bed. He pushes his jeans and boxers down and I feel my stomach tightening at my first look at his gorgeous, fat cock. I don’t think I’ve ever been with a man with such girth. He’s a perfect length, and I bet he knows exactly how to use every inch. He stalks around the bed and reaches into the drawer, pulling out an unopened box.
“I hope those are going to fit,” I say, my voice wavering slightly as my eyes are held hostage by the thick dick pointing straight at me.
“We’ll make it fit.” He winks as he opens the box and places a few packets on the bed.
“My, aren’t we ambitious?”
He leaves the box on the table, then picks up a condom, tearing the packet open with his teeth. But before he can put it on, I rush to my hands and knees and lick up his length like a popsicle. He hums with appreciation, a hand threading through my hair as I close over the head of his dick.
“Fuck, yes. Such a pretty little thing on your hands and knees for me.”
I squeeze my thighs together at his praise and swallow him further down my throat. Damn, he’s so thick.
I coat him up and down, humming each time he reaches the back of my throat. Teasing him the way he did to me until a sudden tap hits my pussy from behind. I gasp, pulling off him and staring at him in disbelief.
“What? Can’t leave this greedy little pussy out.” He puts two fingers into his mouth, drawing them out slowly. “Gotta keep her nice and wet.”
He looks down at his dick, then back at me, and I take it as my cue to continue.
I know how to play this game, though. I spit on the tip of his dick and spread it around, holding him in a firm grip and rotating my wrist, earning a deep groan.
I guide him back to my mouth, sliding right down to the root and letting my tongue flick around him as my mouth bobs.
I feel him lean over my back and then his fingers find my pussy, pumping in and out with the same rhythm that I suck his cock.
I relish every moment my body tightens and shivers in response to his dedicated touch.
“That’s it, baby. You gonna come for me again?”
I lose focus of my movements as he brings me closer to another orgasm. “If you stop, I stop. So keep sucking my dick if you wanna come, Bombshell.”
I wanna come so bad, so I hollow my cheeks and pick up speed, which he then matches.
I’m whimpering around his dick, drool running down my chin.
I’m a hot mess in every way I aspire to be. I feel like a goddamn queen. Normally, I prefer a guy on his knees, making me feel like the goddess I am, but I can’t say I mind this. Not one bit.
“Mmm, making a mess around my cock. Now make a mess of my fingers,” he says while he fucks my face and my pussy as I just sit there and take it. Paralysed in a state of orgasmic Nirvana.
I let out a long, deep moan, then stutter when he shifts his fingers. I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing, but there’s a finger in my pussy and another flicking over my clit ring with fury.
There are so many sensations that I can’t keep up with a single one. A tingling fire ignites deep within, and my arms shake. I pull off his cock and bury my face into the mattress, screaming as I feel my release running down my thighs.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he says as my shaking hands attempt to clutch at the sheets. I let myself fall to my back as I’m gently rolled over. “Squirting all over my fingers like a fucking queen.”
“Huh?” Is he talking to me?
I’ve never fucking squirted in my life. I open one eye just in time to see him round the bed and dive between my legs, lapping gently at my sensitive pussy. Worshipping kisses that have me melting into the bed.
“Told you I was going to worship you, Bombshell.”
“Did I really squirt?” I ask, feeling like I’m about to slip into the most epic sex coma ever.
“You’ve never done that before?” he asks as he climbs up my body, reaches over me to grab the half-opened condom from earlier and fixes it over himself.
I feel an unexpected pang of jealousy, thinking of all the times he may have done that with someone before me.
Not that I should care. I’m far from a virgin. There’s not much I haven’t done in the bedroom.
I shake my head as he flips me over again, pulling on my hips to prop me up onto my knees.
His chest covers my back. One arm wraps under my chest while the other searches for my clit and starts rubbing gently against the sensitive skin.
“Me neither,” he whispers. I meet his eyes over my shoulder.
“You’ve never made a girl squirt before?”
He shakes his head. “Should we see if we can make it happen again?” He pushes into me, and I revel in the slight burn as I stretch around his thick cock.
“ Holy fuck, ” I say and force myself to relax.
“Breathe, baby. You can take it.”
He continues the slow, massaging circles over my clit, with shallow pumps of his hips, coaxing himself further inside.
I take a deep breath in and shudder when he fills me to the hilt.
“Fuck, so sweet and tight.”
“No, your dick is a tree trunk. Anyone would feel tight,” I moan in delighted torture.
He pulls out slowly before pushing back in quickly, his balls slapping against my piercing every time he bottoms out.
“Fuck, yes,” I whisper.
I moan every time he hits against the ring. He must notice the way I quiver and sigh because he starts angling his hips to rub against it before pulling back, making sure I’m reaping the benefits of my accessory.
Finally, a man who knows what he’s doing.
The comfort of being with an attentive partner makes the blood sing in my veins.
I feel delirious with pleasure as he picks up the pace, his balls making little taps against my clit.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!”
My cries get louder and more deranged as I feel myself get closer to yet another orgasm. How many am I up to? And he hasn’t finished once yet? I may need to keep this man around for a little longer if this is the way he treats a woman.
My stomach clenches at the building sensations, so I push my hips back to meet his, chasing my release.
A quick slap against my arse cheek has a shiver running up my spine, tingles bursting in my neck. He pulls out and rolls me over.
Dear God, I love the way he handles me.
I enjoy being in charge, but fuck, if a man knows what he’s doing, who am I to disagree? I’ll gladly lie down and just take a fucking from this guy.
He wastes no time in parting my thighs and sinking back into me. The new position lets him grind harder against my clit, which I know will make my piercing rub against the base of his cock. I’m so glad I get to see his face when he realises that little fact.
“Fucking god,” he moans.
“That’s right, baby. It’s not just for my pleasure.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to meet my lips.
It’s a frantic clash of writhing tongues and nipping teeth. We both pump our hips against the other with animalistic need.
Our moans mingle with our kisses, and I feel like I’m directly consuming his satisfaction as it intensifies.
He winds his arms under my back, holding down my shoulders, fucking himself deeper into me. I almost can’t breathe from how intense the pleasure hits me with every grind. Emotions and sounds are gaining height and speed outside of my control.
“I’m gonna come,” he grunts. “Give me one more, beauty queen.”
He snaps his hips deep, bringing a hand down to wrap around my knee and pulling my leg around him. He grinds against my piercing and pitches up to hit my G-spot, earning my moans of surrender.
“Fuuuccckkk.” He buries his face in my neck as I feel him shudder inside me.
My own release pools underneath me, slipping between our bodies as we continue to slowly rock against each other.
I try to calm my racing heart as we fall into a lazy rhythm, but the ratcheting pace of Lover Boy’s above me still beats hard against my chest.
It offers a modicum of relief that it wasn’t just me who was surprised by the force of our bodies connecting. The force of our desires for one another.
Because, holy shit , that man just fucking owned me.