by James, Taki
Oh. Well in that case, she thought it couldn’t hurt to try. She picked up the mug, taking a small careful sip. It was sweet from the honey and smooth going down. She took a larger sip after the first, until Freyr cautioned her about the alcohol level. Since she’d already had a few other drinks at the club, she set the mug down on the table. “So tell me, Freyr is it?” At his nod she continued, “How is it that a single straight man like you can actually have good enough taste to create this living space. This is something you’d see in a magazine.” It was blunt, bordering on rude, but she had to know if she was really thinking of messing around with a kept man.
Freyr blushed slightly. “My niece has been studying interior design and needed a way to practice. She thought it might revive me after my divorce.”
Vanessa fought the joy bubbling within her. She wasn’t supposed to like that he was single. She wasn’t supposed to like him at all… Oh who was she kidding? He was stunningly gorgeous. Whoever this mysterious ex-wife of his was must be a fool to have let him go. Unless there was something wrong with him. Vanessa wasn’t prone to trust a man with good looks. In most cases they were major jerks. Case in point her current ex-boyfriend who stole her car when he suddenly decided he didn’t want to be in a relationship with her. He actually had the nerve to then tell her that it was her fault he took the car and that she was lucky she got it back minus the spare tire she did actually need.
No, if there was one thing Vanessa didn’t need in her life it was someone like that. And although it looked as if Freyr wasn’t hard up for money she was sure she couldn’t trust him farther than she could throw his ass. Speaking of asses, she turned just in time to see him leaning over the edge of the sofa for a moment. She licked suddenly dry lips. That ass was not a white boy ass. She wasn’t sure what black man he murdered to get it, but she was very grateful to see he had it.
Her hormones revved back up, demanding she take him now. Oh baby was she ready to go if he answered the rest of her questions correctly. She had to forcibly turn her eyes away from the lower half of his body. “I find it very hard to believe you are interested in me. I mean, look at you,” she heard herself say. Freyr glanced down the length of his body. He then turned his attention to her. Vanessa shook her head at his confused look. He had to be playing her if he thought she would believe he didn’t know how attractive he was. No one that looked like him was unaware of their looks. It was impossible, unthinkable, and certainly, if she had beauty like him, she’d probably be a major slut just because she knew that others would find her attractive.
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Freyr decided to ignore her words, figuring she most likely tried insulting one of them when he had no desire to fight with her over low opinions. He set his mead on its cup holder as he contemplated how he could make her understand that he found her very desirable. What was a man to do in this day and age when he was unused to having to pursue female company? Would being blatantly honest in this situation make for a better case for him? He’d never been so aroused in his life, not even with his ex-wife. He wasn’t certain he had the English words to express his feelings. If she were able to understand his language he’d tell her in a heartbeat there was nothing wrong with her. She was perfect.
The best he could do in such dire circumstances was to show her how she made him feel. Without giving her time to figure out what he was about, he took possession of her lips. Her pleasured sigh was just what he was looking for. Her mouth was sweet from the mead, but it was the flavor underneath, pure woman that caused his cock to harden further. One hand slid into her hair tugging lightly for a better position to taste her further. His tongue explored every bit of her, ensuring nothing was hidden. He teased her, forcing her tongue to follow his for another taste. His head spun. Clothing became restrictive as Freyr pulled her closer until she straddled his lap, his hands firmly kneading her buttocks. He devoured her mouth. Every moan, every gasp escaping her, he swallowed.
Freyr was beyond pleased. He could smell the honey seeping from between her thighs. The fabric between them wasn’t enough to deter the feel of heat emanating between them. It drove him mad, making him lose the control he had been known for so long to possess. He could feel his body grow tense as he shifted toward going berserk, which was completely unexpected and unsettling. But he could not bring himself to care as his lust rose further. He had no desire to harm the female in his arms, but he had to be inside her soon or there would be no telling what he would do.
Freyr stood, holding Vanessa aloft as if she weighed nothing. She did not seem to notice being too occupied with his lips. He trailed kisses from her lips, to the sensitive skin behind her left ear. She hissed in pleasure, wrapping her body firmly around him. Freyr traveled the short hallway to reach his bedroom. He settled her on royal blue satin sheets, amazed at just how right she looked laying there. He removed his sweater, allowing her the first sight of the heavy muscles he hid beneath his clothing. Vanessa stared, entranced by the play of muscles underneath the tightly stretched skin. He was smooth, hairless. His shoulders were broader than she’d originally thought, as if his clothing had minimized his body instead of maximizing him. His biceps were defined, the veins in stark relief. He wasn’t so much a body builder in look or slender as he was sleek and agile. Next to leave his body was his trousers. Vanessa’s eyes widened when she saw that not only had he gone commando, he also hairless there as well. It drew her eyes directly to his crowning glory.
Vanessa was forced to apologize mentally for ever thinking he could be subpar in size. He had the biggest cock she’d seen in real life. Not only was it long, it was thick, so thick she knew her fingers would not be able to grip him all the way. The purpled head pointed toward her, the small eye winking, as it released a single drop of liquid. She was transfixed, wondering if he would be able to fit. It had been a while for her, but it wasn’t going to stop her from giving it her all because, Lord have mercy she needed him to put out the fire inside of her. Whoredom, here she came, because she would gladly do the walk of shame to get home the next day. He stroked along his length. Vanessa couldn’t help but watch his controlled movements along the shaft. To be so pale it was just so damn interesting.
His thick accent pulled her back to the here and now. “Undress for me, ást-igr. Let me see what wonders you have for me beneath your clothing.” With all the lights on in the room, Vanessa knew he’d certainly see something. Hell, part of her prayed that when he saw her naked he’d take her straight home. She obviously did not have the will power to say no. She undressed quickly, rushing through the process in a need to simply get it over with. Her panties were so wet they were uncomfortable and damn it, her lacy bra kept scraping her taut nipples.
To her surprise his eyes became more lust ridden. He murmured something she could not understand just before he pounced on her. His lips surrounded one turgid nipple, suckling for all he was worth. Vanessa arched her back in surprise, having never felt something like that before. Every tug connected to her clit, bringing her so close to climax she balanced on the edge. He bit the tip, causing her to cry out at the slight pain. Freyr pulled back, his look wild.
His body shook in fine tremors. “Bind me,” he groaned, “Just for tonight.” There on his nightstand beside the bed, a pair of metal cuffs appeared. Vanessa looked undecided. She really wasn’t into that sort of thing, but if that’s what he wanted. She reached over, grabbing them. A slight tingle began in her fingers, but she ignored them as her mind playing tricks.
Freyr lay there, watching the sway of Vanessa’s hips. The look on his face made her think he was being tortured. Vanessa crawled onto the bed, trailing over his body. Now that she was granted the power to touch him she didn’t want to stop. His skin was smooth, like a baby, and so light against her darker skin. She hadn’t thought it would be beautiful between them, the differences. Blondes were not her thing, period and blue eyes were so far from what she desired in a man. Freyr had both and she was growing to really like it.
She snapped the first cuff on his thick wrist. Freyr allowed her to extend his arms until she managed to wrap the second cuff around the slat of his headboard, and then onto his other wrist. He was now at her mercy. Vanessa felt her smirk touching her lips. She’d never had a man at her mercy before, willing to let her control the pleasure. She sat back, straddling his hips. Freyr groaned. Her hot moistness coated his skin. He bucked his hips slightly, demanded she pleasure him, but she ignored his demand. “Tell me you want me,” she said in her best dominatrix voice. Her answer was a growl, which made her laugh.
It was close enough. She kissed him, rubbing her skin against his, writhing in pleasure. Her vulva trapped his cock, providing the friction her clit needed to really get off. Freyr tossed his head back, moaning as if in pain. She herself, felt the whimpers escaping her lips as electricity flowed through her. With every drive, she felt his cockhead catch against her clit, coaxing it from its hidden place. She wanted to come just like this, with him so close to the goal, but not quite there yet. Her body gave another shudder. His eyes, remained fixed upon her. Vanessa decided to take her seduction to the next level and lowered herself until her elbows rested lightly against his shoulders, breasts pressed against his chest. The angle change gave her just what her body needed. Almost there, she thought as she took quick possession of his lips.
He wanted more. He wanted to be inside her, feeling her muscles clench him. He needed to see her breasts bouncing as she rode him like a prized stallion. It was his need that overpowered whatever knowledge of the English language he possessed. When she could not understand his words, Freyr bucked his hips enough to push her higher on him. He now had enough clearance to thrust, entering her halfway. She paused. Freyr did the work, retreating slightly, before going deeper inside her. He was now a man determined to get all the way inside his woman. There seemed no end to how much of his body she could take. She moved over him, rolling her hips, angling her own thrusts for maximum pleasure.
The way her body kept tightening around him pushed him closer to his climax with every squeeze. He had to do something or he was not going to last and would undoubtedly embarrass himself. Freyr bucked sharply, striking her g-spot almost as if by accident. Vanessa shuddered, much to his pleasure. He used his thrusts against that kernel inside her, forcing her to come while she tried her best to milk him of his seed.
Vanessa griped tightly to his strong thighs, using him as a handhold while she bucked in pleasure. Vanessa didn’t care who heard her. She felt so good. He felt so good inside her. She wanted more. More, more, more, she chanted in her mind. She suddenly collapsed against his chest, causing her clit to be trapped between their writhing bodies, adding another point of pleasure for her. Freyr kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.
She returned his fevered kisses. The way he rubbed against her inner walls had her body singing hallelujah. She cried out, a few stray tears forced from her eyes as the orgasm hit.
Her milking motions clamped like a vice on Freyr’s cock until they could barely move. He came, his milky seed bursting inside her in short bursts. His body gave a great shudder. Vanessa lay against him, feeling boneless. Freyr relaxed against the mattress. She had no energy to remove herself from his body. If she were heavy, she guessed he would just have to deal with it until the morning. He really did make for a comfy bed.
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Vanessa awoke all at once. Her body felt stiff and sore, especially between the legs. She remained stationary as she discovered what exactly it was that woke her from a deep sleep. She remembered some of the night before, that she’d met a white man with a name she could barely pronounce. She remembered she had a flat tire and that somehow her admirer from the club had rescued her. Of course, rescue also meant that she went home with him and did something stupid, like having unprotected sex with a stranger.
Something shifted beneath her, causing the very erect cock stuffed inside her to shift as well. She gasped. Her body reacted immediately, softening to accommodate the stiffness inside her. Why did sex still feel good this early in the morning? Her hips shifted, trying to get comfortable. Damn. His dick felt like magic. She wasn’t sure she would be able to get enough of it. But, she had to get it together or else she’d be right back to her previous place.
“Good morning ást-mær,” a deep baritone murmured. Vanessa lifted her head to be caught in frosted blue eyes. She had no idea what she was supposed to do in this sort of situation.
He said something she could not understand. Her brows furrowed. What the hell? When she glanced higher than his head, she noticed that he had been handcuffed. She rushed to free him, fearing his skin might have been injured. She didn’t know that much about white people skin, but as pale as he was, she probably should worry. Once free, Freyr rubbed life back into his wrists. He pressed Vanessa closer to his body before she could make her escape. He rolled over, settling her beneath him.
The movement thrust his ready cock deeper inside her. Her inner muscles fluttered in response. Freyr pushed his arms under her hips pulling her flush against his pelvis. Vanessa’s body grew wet without her mind’s permission. He moved within her, taking his time as he had not been able to the night before. Her hands trailed his back, tugging on the plentiful amount of available hair. His hips kept driving forward, sinking so deep she swore she could taste him. He nipped at her shoulder. “Is good, yes?” he whispered in her ear. Vanessa couldn’t deny it. It was very good, possibly even better the second time around. It did not take him long to coax her first orgasm from her. “Say my name?” he demanded. “Tell me who loves you so good.”
She had no breath to speak, not that she wanted him to think he had the control to make demands of her. His thrusts moved faster, harder, demanding of her. Vanessa’s hands found the perfect handholds for the ride. “Damn white boy, you’ve got an ass on you,” she moaned. It was so surprisingly firm and round. Her muscles tightened in another climax, nearly taking him along. He toyed with her clit, rubbing counter to his thrusts. The extra jolt of pleasure had her finally calling out his name. He thrust hard and deep. Vanessa had no control over the way her body responded to the stimulation. She was still so very sensitive from her previous orgasms and to feel the further tightening of her body just seemed too much to handle. Her hips bucked as she was brought to one more earth shattering climax, forcing him to follow right behind her.
Nothing felt better than coming inside of Vanessa, Freyr determined. He rolled them to the side, just holding her body close to his. He just wanted to stay like this with her, to just love her body for the whole day and into the night. But he couldn’t, not when they had things to do. “I think we should go to breakfast.” He glanced at his clock, “Maybe brunch,” Freyr said after a long moment. He didn’t really have much of a desire for food when he had her naked body so close, but he had to get away from the danger zone.
She nodded agreement to his plan. Freyr carefully extracted his body from hers. Since she didn’t have her car to go home or anything else to see to her needs, he supposed it was his duty to provide the necessities. He solved one of her problems when he presented her with a fresh toothbrush. He had no women’s panties to loan her, but he had some boxers, unopened as he hated them. They didn’t fit around her hips, but Freyr hardly minded as just the thought of her in something bought for him was enough to make him hard.
She took a shower alone, much to his consternation, but figured out quickly that it would be for the best. When she stepped out fresh, he gave her a nice surprise. As his underwear did not fit, he had gone to buy some as he lived near a small boutique. While she changed into her clothing, Freyr rushed his way through a nice freezing shower. All he could think of was the wild night he had with Vanessa and how much he hoped to have another chance to be with her. His eyes closed for a brief moment. He wanted a second chance at happiness. If he had his way, Vanessa would be just the thing to bring him back to the way he used to be. If not, then at the very least they could have some fun explo
ring. His lips crooked into a bright smile. Certainly, either way it was a win-win situation for him.
Chapter 4
Freyr heard conversation near the front of the house and groaned. He had forgotten to tell the girls not to return home before the evening. The last thing he needed so early in the day was to have his nieces bothering Vanessa, especially since they had no idea how to keep their mouths shut. From what he could hear, his nieces were already relaying his business to his woman. He just held back a grimace as he rushed to finish getting ready.
“So you see it was a horrible situation,” one of the girls said, her accent marking her as not being Vanessa. “Poor uncle was forced to leave his home in Sweden just to come all the way here. I feel so bad for him, nearly deleted –is that the correct use? Anyway he was nearly deleted from the company because of that bitch.”
“I think you mean he was almost fired,” he heard Vanessa say quietly.
“Ást-mær?” he called as he stepped through the open doorway of the kitchen. Vanessa sat at the table, a nice mug of coffee in her hands she sipped nervously.
“I see you’ve had some fun uncle,” his niece Hnossa said in Old Norse. Her sister Gersimi lifted an eyebrow in agreement. “She is quite different from anyone I would have imagined you with.” Both girls grinned broadly. “But, I like her. There’s certainly enough of her to keep you fully interested.”
Freyr narrowed his eyes at the girls, not caring what the two thought, but wondering at the same time whether or not they were making a derogatory comment toward Vanessa. “Have you introduced yourselves,” he asked in English for Vanessa’s benefit. “I will not have you be rude to my guest.”