by Vivian Wood
“I want you to come in my mouth,” I command. “I want to taste you.”
“I can’t—”
“Come in my mouth, Nika,” I repeat. My tongue returns to her clit. I explore every crevice of her. When I can tell she was close to coming, I slow down again. I remove my finger from her even as she cries out in frustration—only to begin to moan when my tongue dives into her center.
“Please,” she says when I trail my tongue from her opening to her wet clit.
“Come for me, Nika,” I whisper. “Come right now.”
Immediately, she weaves her fingers into my hair and pulls my lips against her center. I grip her hips on either side of my face and meet her furious pace. She fucks my face, my mouth, like it is all she’d ever wanted. Every time she cries out my name it makes me harder, makes me want her more. “I’m coming,” she says. “Oh, fuck, right now.”
I ready myself for the flood of her sweetness, but what she gave me I’d never have expected. Along with the gush of her coming, the juices that pour onto my tongue, I feel the stream of her squirting across my lower face. It drizzles along my throat and to my chest.
Holy fuck. That was surprising in the best way.
She is wetter than anyone I have seen before. Carefully, I lick up every last drop of her moisture. When I kiss her clit one last time, she shivers.
As I raise my head, I saw that she is flushed. Nika clutches the balled-up négligée to her face. “I’m sorry,” she says. “That’s never happened before… It just feels so damn amazing and—”
“Sorry?” I interrupt. “For what? That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Really?” she asks. Nika chews at her lower lip and gives me a half smile. I get up from my knees and she looks down my body. “You’re still hard,” she says, almost surprised.
“After making you come with my mouth and feeling you squirt? I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my whole life,” I say with a laugh.
She brings a hand to my package, caressing it, but I catch her wrist. She looks up at me, piercing me with her gaze.
“Please?” she asks.
I smile at her. “I need you to tell me what you want,” I say. “Please, what?”
“Please… let me have your cock,” she says. She reaches for me with her other hand, but I catch it, too.
“I don’t know,” I say. “What do you want to do with it?”
“You’ll see,” she purrs. “Please.”
Nika leans forward and takes my tip between her lips. I can’t resist anymore. I drop her wrists and comb her hair back with my fingers so I can watch her swallowing my cock. Those lips I’ve dreamt of for the past two weeks are finally on me and feel better than I could imagine.
Nika licks the full length of my shaft and sucks gently on my tip. With her hand at my base, she takes me slowly all the way to the back of her throat. “Jesus,” I mutter, unable to resist the urge to hold her head and guide her.
She makes satisfied little sounds in the back of her throat as she licks and sucks. “You’re going to make me come,” I warn her, my fingers twisting in her long hair.
Nika releases me. “Come in me,” she says as she strokes me with a hand slick with saliva.
I pause. “What?”
“Come in me,” she repeats. “Please. I need you to fuck me.” She pushes herself back along the bed and opens her thighs to me. One of her hands pulls at her nipple while the other circles her clit.
“Say it again,” I demand as I crawl toward her.
“Please fuck me,” she whispers into my ear.
Positioning myself between her legs, I slide into her with ease and exhale at how fucking good she feels. Tight, wet, and warm.
Nika digs her nails into my lower back to keep me deep inside her. “Slow,” she says. “I want to feel you.”
I start to fuck her, slow and controlled, while I kiss and suck at her neck.
“Stay,” she says suddenly as she pulls me as tight as she could against her. “Fuck… damn, I’m already coming again.”
I feel the waves of her orgasm squeezing against me, stroking my cock rhythmically. It feels so intense that I can feel the edge approaching.
“Nika,” I say. “Jesus, you’re going to make me come right now.”
“Come in me,” she pants through her waves of pleasure. “Please, I need it.”
I release myself into her with a cry, pumping my orgasm into her willing body. Nika calls my name as another wave of orgasm hits her.
“Oh my God,” she repeats over and over. “Oh, Erik…”
I feel the aftershock of orgasms roll through her, each one squeezing out another drop of my cum.
As the sweat cools on my body, I just stretch out beside Nika and look at her. Her blonde hair is messy, her cheeks are flushed the loveliest pink I've ever seen. She pulls the soft-looking white sheet up from where we managed to kick it off and tucks it around her body. She seems a little embarrassed to have me look at her naked now that we are not actually having sex.
Turning on my side, I reach out a lazy hand and trail it down her hip, tugging the sheet down as I go. She looks at me, her pale eyes suspicious.
"What are you doing, Erik?"
My lips twitch. "I just like to look at you. Is that so wrong?"
Her cheeks turn bright red for a second. "I think you just like to wind me up."
I think that she expects me to crack a joke or maybe say something dirty. But instead I move little closer and brush a few strands of hair back behind her ear, cupping her jaw tenderly. I brush a kiss over her lips, thinking how much I like her.
"I like looking at you. I like the way that you have little freckles all over your body. I like your breasts and ass. I like your face. And when you aren’t busy being mad at me, I really like your sense of humor and lack of pretentiousness. I think it's a shame that you try to hide things that are so magnificent. That's all."
She looks me deep in the eyes and swallows a little nervously. "I think you are handsome too.”
I smiled a little and kissed her good. "I wasn't fishing for compliments. It just seems like there are so many parts of you that are beautiful and yet, you don't even seem to notice. That seems wrong."
Her eyebrows lift an inch. Her cheeks flame. If she could squirm out of the bed and hide herself, I'm pretty sure she would take that option. "Well… thanks, I guess."
I brush one more kiss over her luscious lips and then settle back on my side, studying her. She looks away for a moment and then pulls the sheet back up, tucking it in around her body.
I exhale deeply and prop my head up on my hand. She doesn't look at me, can't meet my gaze. I reach out to touch her sheet-covered hip again, moving my hand along the neat line created by the piece of fabric.
I'm not sure why she is so shy. She's gorgeous and I think you would have to be crazy to not realize it. Maybe it's just because she's so young. In the back of my mind, I rebuke myself again for being attracted to her, for sleeping with her. But I can't help what I feel.
And I definitely don't regret having made the decision to bring her into my bed. At least, not now. Not while I am still in her thrall.
I run my hand up her arm, just enjoying the feeling of touching her soft skin. It feels luxurious, lying in bed with her in this mansion in the Greek Isles. My whole life is pretty decadent… But this takes the cake.
I glance up and catch her staring at me as if she is trying to puzzle something out. "What?"
She bites her lip, hesitating for a second before she speaks. Her voice is husky, reminding me of the fact that we just had sex. She shrugs a shoulder. "Nothing. I just… I think I just realize how much I like you. And I'm trying to figure out if saying that aloud will make me look like a little girl or not."
I flash her a smirk. "I like you too, Nika."
She blushes bright pink. "Yeah?"
I pull her closer with the hand to her lower back. Just touching her like this, pulling her close to my body o
nce more, I can already feel myself getting hard for her again.
"Yes, I think it's fair to say that we are on the same page. I can't go five minutes without thinking about you. If that's not some kind of infatuation, I don't know what is."
Nika rubs her hips against mine and presses her lips up against my mouth. "Will I ruin it if I tell you I've never felt this way about anyone else before?"
God, she's looking at me with those pretty, innocent eyes and touching me with those dainty little hands. It's enough to make a lesser man tremble.
"No," I whisper. I kiss her again. "God. If I never stopped kissing you, it wouldn't be enough for me. I just can't get enough of you."
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she smiles into my kiss. "It feels like this is…"
She trails off, an echo of uncertainty crossing her face. I reach out and brush some of her hair back, looking at her amazing features.
“Don't censor yourself for me."
She pins me with her gaze. "I was just going to say… This feels like more than a one night stand. I mean, I could be wrong. I've never been with anybody else. But…"
I look her dead in the eye, completely serious. "It can be more than that, if you want it to be. I'm having trouble imagining how I'm supposed to just let you walk away after what we just did."
Her smile is slow, but it definitely grows on her face. "Really?"
I nod, flashing her a dimpled smile. "I'm serious as a heart attack. We can't be together in a long-term sense, but that doesn't mean that we can’t… explore each other, I guess."
She kisses me then, so eager and so hot that I nearly forget what I just said.
We can't be together in a long-term sense.
That bit is vital to keeping my life plan on track. Though just now, with Annika in my arms, it's unbelievably hard to focus on that fact.
I deepen the kiss and we are quickly swept away in a storm of our own passion.
25
Annika
At the end of the weekend, everyone is packing to say goodbye. I stand next to Pippa, folding a barely-there bikini and giving her side eye. She tucks a strand of her red hair behind her ear and straightens her giant flouncy skirt, shooting me a questioning look.
"What?” she asks.
I turn my head, checking that the door to the sunny bedroom that we are in is mostly closed. Then I shrug. "I was wondering when you and Lars were going to come out and admit that you're a couple."
Her eyes widen and she looks up, a bit surprised. "What? We’re not a couple. We're just friends. I thought that you of all people would not fall into the trap that everyone else does. You have guy friends, don't you?"
I scrunch up my face. "Not really."
Pippa up rolls her eyes and straightens her spine. In the strappy black tank top and the long black skirt she is wearing, she looks like a model. She even has a couple of inches on me and I fancy myself unusually tall for a girl.
"Sure you do. What about Erik?”
A laugh bubbles up from inside my chest. "I don't think of him as being a friend. He is…" I pause, trying to figure out exactly how to phrase it. What is Erik, anyway?
My lover? My babysitter? My mouth twists. "He's just working with me and keeping watch over me until Stellan gets married. That's the deal. My grandmother has worked out a plan with Erik in which he will get a title for doing her bidding." I roll my eyes. "It's all very upper crust royalty stuff."
Pippa looks down at her skirt, picking a piece of lint off and biting her lip. Her British accent is particularly strong just now. "I have eyes too, you know. I saw you and Erik kissing yesterday when you thought no one was looking. It's all very cloak and dagger but you can't think that it will go unnoticed by anyone for too long. That's just not the way that things work."
Kalindi comes to the door, knocking before nudging it open. "Are you guys ready? Because the cars are waiting outside to take us to the airport."
I shoot Pippa a smile and pick up my linen-covered suitcase, setting it down on its dark wheels. "I think we're ready. Right, Pippa?”
Pippa smiles and then nods. She picks up her suitcase and rolls it out of the room. When I go to follow her, Kalindi stops me with an arm across the doorway. I look at her, raising an eyebrow. “Yes? Is there something that you want to talk about?"
Kalindi’s eyes narrow. "I saw you and Erik together this morning. How could you keep this from me?"
I look at her, my cheeks flushing. This is the second time I've been called out on this exact thing in this exact room. God, Erik and I are really doing a terrible job of hooking up in secret. I blow out a breath.
"It just happened. I just… I didn't tell you because it's all still very new. We don't even know what this is yet."
Kalindi opens her mouth to say something, but then Lars comes clattering down the hall, looking like he means business. "Are you guys kidding right now? We're all waiting on you. Let's go.”
He points down the hall, ushering both of us toward the front of the house. Kal gives me a look that says that we are definitely going to talk about this later. But I just give her a soft smile and don't feel any need to continue the conversation.
As I pull my suitcase along behind me, I find Erik in the kitchen, his phone pressed to his ear. His expression looks intense and he is pacing back and forth. He spots me and puts his hand over the phone's speaker.
"Do you mind waiting for just another few minutes? Let the others go. They are on a different flight anyway." He doesn't even wait for me to nod or say anything, he just goes back to arguing with someone on the other end of the phone. "Yes, I'm still here. I'm trying to talk to someone about my father…"
His father? My eyes widen a little. I've met his father once, which was enough for me. I was 12 and his father dressed me down for what he called inappropriate riding gear, whatever that means.
How Erik managed to escape that man without ending up with a nasty temper of his own, I have no idea.
Leaving my suitcase by the door, I shoot Erik a single backward glance and then head out to say goodbye to my brothers and my friends. It's a relatively quick affair; as soon as I say my goodbyes, they are hustled into the back of a big white limousine and then the vehicle trundles out, heading down the steep driveway.
I stay put for a second, squinting out towards the ocean. It's looking especially blue today, just an azure hue that makes all the white buildings and tan sand of the beach stand out.
I hear Erik shouting into the phone. “Why not?” He pauses. “Then get him back on the phone!”
I turn, surprised. He is quiet for a second. I’m aware of the hot Grecian sun on my shoulders as I float back toward the front door.
“Are you kidding me? He’s an old man. Make him do it! He— “
Erik falls silent. I can’t stay away now, not without knowing more of what is going on.
When I follow his angry voice back inside, I find Erik furiously tossing his phone down on the counter. He walks away, pressing his fingertips to his golden hair just beyond his temples.
I bite my lip, hesitating to say anything. Erik gets upset like anyone else. But I have rarely ever heard him yell at someone… and never on the phone. He is just radiating this angry, frustrated energy right now and it’s freaking me out.
I frown as I approach him.
He looks up at me with an irritated expression. Clearing his throat, he shakes his head. "I'm sorry. That… that was someone from the hospital closest to the palace. My father was taken in yesterday. It took them a full day to get in contact with me."
My eyes widen. I step closer to him, reaching out and touching his inner arm. He looks at me, still scowling.
"Is your father okay? What happened?"
He pulls a face. "Apparently my father had a heart attack."
It takes me a second to fully absorb that fact. "Heart attack… how bad?"
He frowns. "I don't know. The doctors can't really tell me much. Apparently, my dad is awake, and he is clamoring
to leave the hospital already. I thought… I thought that I was going to have to rush to get on the plane and fly back to Copenhagen. You know, to be with him. But as it turns out, he doesn't want to see me. In fact, he forbade the doctors from contacting me. I just got lucky that there was a rebellious nurse on my dad's case. I guess she felt like someone should know where to find him."
I'm at a loss for words. I know that we don't have a language worked out between us for how we comfort each other. But now seems like a good time to start figuring that out.
I hug him, using my lightest touch and looping my arms around his waist. I rest my head against his chest, feeling a little overwhelmed by his news.
"I'm sorry," I murmur.
I feel his arms come around my back, holding me a little closer. His lips find the back of my head and he takes a deep breath. When he lets it out, I look up at him. His expression is nothing short of tortured.
"We should go to the airport. If we leave now, we can be back in Copenhagen this afternoon."
He flinches. "My father doesn't want me to come to the hospital. He told the doctors and nurses that he is fine. Which is just not true, obviously, but…"
I rock back and forth ever so slightly as I hold him, because that feels like a comforting gesture. "Do you want to be there?"
His expression turns bitter. "I don't know. I would like to be able to make that choice. I mean, I would like for once to just be a normal kid with a normal parent. But I guess I should've given up on that a long time ago."
I bite my lip, frowning. "If you want to go, or you want to at least be in Copenhagen right now, we should go. No matter what your father's mental status might be… we should go. If your father isn't giving you what you need, you have to take it. Sometimes, you just have to take what you deserve."
He pulls back an inch, looking down at me with the most intense expression. He scans my face. "How did you become so wise?"
I suddenly feel awkward. Shrugging a shoulder, I give my head a tiny shake. "I don't know. It doesn't really matter, does it? We can be at the airport in twenty minutes and be in the air in forty. That's enough for me."