by Tina Maurine
Trigg chimed in, “…Ketts’s mam and da’ are my aunt and uncle. We all moved to Boulder, Colorado when we were about six because our dads are engineers and hired for some resort work there. We moved back here maybe two years ago to attend University of Iceland in Reykjavik.”
“Fuck, whatever happened to us, Trigg? We never should’ve taken that semester off. It’s now turned into two… what a colossal fucking mistake.” I heard in Ketts’s timbre and saw evidence in the stress lines across his face, the regret he felt over their decision.
“Ya, you’re right, but then, you always are. You’ve always made me toe the line and walk the straight and narrow. We could still get our degrees, our LL.M. in Natural Resources Law and International Environmental Law. I mean, we did pass the Colorado State Bar.”
At least that explains why they don’t have even a hint of an accent.
“Interesting, isn’t it, Tess?” I re-focused my eyes off the poster of a tree above her bed and back to Sammie. Turned out everyone else was staring at me too.
“I’m sorry. It’s getting late. What was that?” I asked as I sank to a seat on the couch next to Dane and Ketts. Sammie wandered in the ‘kitchen’ after Trigg.
I smiled apologetically as Dane repeated for me, “‘Ey was saying, ‘ey have been working on my English, but Honor ‘rekur bar fyrir eiganda’,” he cleared his throat. “‘Ey have habit of speaking in Icelandic. ‘Ey will do my best at translating ‘er ‘ye when ‘ey don’t catch myself.” He flashed me one of his sexy smiles, “Honor runs da bar ‘er da owner and she wants me to focus on sounding Icelandic when ‘ye newbies arrive off each new deployment.”
“So, you play us for better tips? You lie to us ‘newbies’? Real nice. You’re a real class act. Nice to know right off you’re not who you seem to be.” I croaked out the accusation in utter bewilderment.
“Nah, don’t ‘ye take it that way,” Dane said with a sigh. “Trust ‘ey—Ég hef sýnt þér meira af mér…” as he trailed off searching for the words in English that evaded him. “En ég hef sýnt einhver á löngum tíma.”
I looked to Ketts blankly.
“He said he’s shown you who he really is, more than he has shown anyone in a long time.” He laughed, “Dane—you’d better be careful, or you’ll be a goner over this one.” He chuckled and slid off the couch, walking into the kitchen to join Sammie and Trigg.
“Fuck, what ‘ey mean to say is that not many have in a long time. ‘Ye know, seen da real me.” He motioned over to Ketts, “Forget about that one ‘ey.”
I nodded but was about maxed out at my limit for the night with bullshit men and their ridiculousness. I stood up and stalked out into the ridiculously small hallway. I knew I was over-reacting, but hell, in the past thirty-six hours or so, I’d only had a few short hours of sleep. I tried to refocus myself by taking a few deep, calming breaths. What a shitty, fucked up night. I have to be up and at work in like three-ish hours. Fuck this!
At that revelation, I turned to leave the building. As I reached the entryway, the apartment door swung out, nearly pushing me out of the way.
What the…? Who the fuck?
Dane emerged.
“Come on. This isn’t funny.” My throat tightened at the sight of him, and my voice emerged in a choked complaint.
He quickly and quietly shut the door, as though he had slipped out and didn’t want anyone to notice. As it clicked shut, Dane stopped and stood leaning against the doorframe. “Tessa, ‘ey didn’t want to not tell ‘ye what was up… it’s why ‘ey came clean tonight instead of letting whatever this is or will be play out first.” He looked up again, and our eyes connected. Electricity flowed between us, unfiltered and undeniable. “There aren’t girls like ‘ye but maybe one in a million, I’d wager, and ‘ey will be damned if ‘ey don’t get a chance to get to know ‘ye better.”
Just then, I discerned, sure as day, his intentions. His intoxicating scent reached me, filling my senses, and I knew I was a goner. I stood at the front entrance and felt him walk forward. Just like a magnet, my body responded to the pull of his energy. I backed up against the icy cold glass, and still I felt him coming closer. He stole my hand as he leaned in close to my ear.
“Komdu.”
He pulled me down the hall and around the corner, around a second corner, and a third—weaving me through the corridors. He practically pulled me, forcing me to keep up, until at last he reached a closed door labeled ‘Staff’.
He turned the knob in the darkened hallway, and we slid through the widening crack, to find a nicely appointed storage room with a small couch and shelves of supplies lining the walls. A night-light cast a dim and otherwise eerie luminescence in the small space. Dane let go of my hand, and the dim light disappeared as he unplugged it.
As suddenly as the energy advanced on me, it stopped.
He’s close.
He’s very close.
I can sense it.
Every cell in my body could feel it. His energy pressed in on mine, so that even though our bodies did not touch, every molecule of me was touched.
I felt his breath at my ear.
Oh, sweet Jeezus…
“Deliciously sweet Tess mín,” he said with a rough, throaty growl. “Ye’, argh! ‘Ye affect me. How can ‘ey express to ‘ye what magic ye’ cast over me? Þú verður að vera orsök fyrir að hætta við.”
I didn’t even care that I had no idea what he’d said, his accent alone made me wet. I felt him take a step back. As my eyes adjusted to the dim shadows cast by the light under the door, I drew in a tortured breath.
“About earlier, ‘ey didn’t play ‘ye. It’s part of my job; it’s how ‘ey make a living. ‘Ye can understand that… right? Tessa?”
I could sense him starting to squirm a little, and I wasn’t going to make it any easier for him. “There aren’t many like ‘ye… all bold and shit.”
I could feel his breath on my neck while he sought for the English words to describe what he felt.
I knew what I felt and refused to lie to myself; to pretend this was anything more than exactly what it was… the luxuriously hot, primal one night stand I needed to fill the carnal desire that had been building in me since I’d left Puerto Rico. To put it quite simply, I needed a stout, rigid cock pounding into me. I needed a good fucking.
“Tess, ever since da dance—all ‘ey can think of is kissing ‘ye.”
Dane’s nearly inaudible words sounded a personal revelation whispered aloud, rather than an intentional expression of his feelings. My cogs quit turning the moment Ha’lfdane Freyson placed his thumb under my chin and tilted it so my soft, full lips could meet his in an unbridled, lust-driven kiss. It started with his lips dancing across mine, sending an invitation. Once my lips accepted, our tongues sparred and jousted, getting to know the other.
His mouth broke free of mine just long enough for him to say, “Ég er vakin á þig,” which sounded to me like a garbled mess. As Dane’s impassioned eyes met mine in the dim light, he said it again, this time though in his accented English that dripped with sex. “‘Ey am so drawn to ‘ye.” The restrained promise tumbled easily from his lips.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I said, my voice raw and unfamiliar even to my own ears.
Dane did just that. His right hand held my jaw at my ear, tilted my head and controlled my movements, his left vied for the best position between my right hip and the small of my back. I simply could not get enough of him, and my hands slid up his firm, athletic torso, finding his nape and tangling in his thick, dark hair.
I pulled his mouth to mine fervently, tasting and drinking of him; his neck, his lips, his mouth. Dane’s need for me trumped my own as his kiss sought all of me. I reveled in giving myself over to him and to this experience. He fucked my mouth with his tongue. He tugged and bit at my lips and nibbled along my jaw line to my neck. The lustful growls he emitted from the back of his throat nearly unhinged me, and his hands up my shirt sought to unbalance me. I could feel every
ROCK HARD MUSCLE against my firm, yet pliable ones. I melted to putty in his hands.
Dane flattened me against the concrete storage-room wall and molded himself against me. The two of us passionately fought to become one. He palmed my thigh, lifting it up over his hip; his hips gyrated and ground between my legs. I was beyond fucking wet and all I wanted was him. There. Here. In me. Now.
“Oh, my fucking God, Dane. I want you in me so badly. Fucking… fuck me. NOW.” My invitation rasped in an impassioned, barely audible whisper.
He dropped my thigh, setting to work stripping off the cotton barrier between us, as I made equal haste to get out of my tight jeans. Shadows danced on the walls every time someone walked down the hallway. I could hear laughing and party music emanating from the rooms nearby; the background soundtrack to our lascivious liaison.
“Dane, we’re so getting caught…” my voice trailed off, so I could hear his whisper.
“‘Ey sweet Tessa mín. It’s da danger that will make our first time unforgettable.”
Dane ran his lips from my earlobe, down my jawline, so they just grazed my lips. Then, I heard him drop his last garment on the floor. I shuddered in anticipation.
I sensed Dane before I felt him, rock solid and bare before me. I ran my hands over his chest, down his torso and rested them on his hips. I pulled him to me and felt his cock against my upper belly. We simultaneously drew in a sharp breath.
“You’ll be da death of me.” His gravelly whisper broke the dam at my apex, and I felt my slick wetness roll down my thigh.
“Touch me, Dane. See how ready I am for you. See how badly I want you.”
I elicited an indecent and steamy sound from him; lewd, yet incredibly genteel, raw and hot all at the same time. He came across as sinful and properly moral, truly sensual and wholly male, rugged masculinity seeping from his pores. His left hand reached up to cup my jaw line at my ear, and he kissed me deeply as he slid two of his long fingers between my folds. I fought to breathe through our erotic kiss and fought even harder to hold back the shockwaves his exploration of my swollen pussy evoked.
I hadn’t yet touched him… there. I slid my palms down his chiseled back, over his rock-hard ass and cupped him for a second, while I bit at his neck and shoulders. Each bite extracted a brazen and near pornographic rasp from deep within him, but that was nothing compared to the sound Dane made when I knelt down and took his impressive, pulsating cock into my mouth. He inhaled with a harsh intensity that spurred me on. I took both hands and, along with my mouth, worked him from tip to root. I was pumping him, urging him towards abandon.
“Tess—ah.”
He fisted my hair and held me captive as he pumped slowly in and out of my mouth, reaching the back of my throat before pulling me up to my full standing height.
When his hands left me, I felt cold and abandoned. I felt licentious, immoral, uncontrolled. I heard the tear of a foil packet, and then Dane’s hands were on me again.
Between me, again.
IN, me again.
Facing me away from him, he bent me over, spreading me against the storage shelves, and as I felt him position himself at my entrance. A breathy question seared my ears, triggering goosebumps down my neck and spine. My anticipation skyrocketed.
“Tell me ‘ye want me to fill ‘ye past full. Fuckin’ say it.”
Desperation echoed in his voice, his command strained as he fought to maintain control. I felt him lose his last shred when I rasped four words. “Fuck my wet pussy.”
It took just those four little words to completely unhinge him. He smacked my ass.
“Grab ‘ye ankles.” His order left no room for hesitation, and I did as I was told. No sooner had I bent over, then I heard him drop to his knees, and his mouth burrowed against my pussy, lapping at me and suckling my wetness. I swayed. One strong hand at my hip steadied me, as the fingers of other assisted his tongue in their goal to get me to climax.
Just as my knees began buckling from sheer ecstasy, he stood me up and spun me to face him. The swollen head of his engorged cock pressed against me firmly, as his mouth came down hard on mine. I reveled in the taste of my pussy on his tongue and savored my sweet honey on his lips. He threw my right thigh up over his hip, grabbed my ass and left hip, and bulleted his hips into me, thrusting with a ferocity that surely would’ve ripped me, if I hadn’t been so ready for him. Dane stilled after that first push, so I could adjust to the fullness. It didn’t seem like I could get him any deeper, yet I wiggled and gyrated, trying to slide more of him into me.
I don’t know why, but how Dane was fucking me—with respect, reverence and unbridled need—made me trust him more. While still buried in me, he lifted me by my ass, and I wrapped both legs around him. He reached up, grabbed a newly laundered shower mat off the maid cart and tossed it onto the floor, where he tenderly placed me on my back. He hovered above me, poised to fuck me raw. My legs no longer wrapped around his hips, but I still pulled them high to allow for maximum Dane fulfillment.
It was as though I were the poison and the remedy he needed, I was his murmured undoing, holding the key to a not-so-distant future full of salacious gratification.
“Dane,” I provocatively purred, “You’re not in nearly deep enough. I need your ‘beast-cock’ in me, balls-deep.”
My purr commanded him, just as a siren used to entice captains into her treacherous, dark waters. Slowly, sensuously, he pulled out of me, before cramming me full to the hilt. I cried out in ecstasy and at the sheer length and size of him.
He stilled. “Are ‘ye okay?” I could tell he was worried that he’d hurt me; Dane was fucking huge. He knew he was at least a full twelve inches, and so thick I had to work him with both hands. He had a monster cock, and it was stuffing me full.
“Never better.” My voice hissed confirmation as my mind screamed for more. More friction, more Dane… fuck, I just wanted MORE now.
“Ey Tessa. Tessa, Tessa, Tessa mín. ‘Ey am going to fuck ‘ye so completely that ‘ye will still feel me tomorrow and da day after. ‘Ey will own ‘ye after this…”
Oh, my fucking… please make good on your promise. I begged to myself. “Dane,” I purred, “I want to make you come so hard it will be you still feeling me tomorrow and into next week.”
“Ey promises.” With that, he began to work his hips in circles, grinding deeper before pulling nearly out and deeply thrusting his stout cock back in.
Holy shit! This man knows how to fuck!
Dane set a pace that began like an easy stroll but soon built in urgency, strength, and intensity. He drove it home and built me up to an orgasm so powerful, I thought I would surely break if I didn’t find my release. He drilled into me while holding my shoulders, forcing me down onto him with each powerful thrust upward.
“Komdu!” Dane commanded through clenched teeth. It was my undoing, and I shattered into a million pieces. I cried out as my pussy spasmed and milked the orgasm from his thunderous cock.
An incoherent, ragged growl escaped right before he came. “‘Ey fuck, sæta mín!” a guttural cry escaped his lips.
We both lay on the floor in a spent heap. I could feel my pussy still running waves along his cock, milking the last of his release from him. I felt Dane twitching inside me. It was a good thing he wasn’t any larger, because there was no way ANY more was fitting into my hungry little cunt. He nuzzled my neck for a brief second, before he propped up on his forearms above me.
“‘Ey we have definitely got to do that again,” he said with a smile in his voice.
I would’ve given anything to see his face when he came and to see it now… I imagined his eyes were wondrous blue gems. I could envision them sparkling.
“I agree.” I smiled although I knew it was too dark for him to see. “…definitely in agreement with you. Thanks for that stellar orgasm. Fucking… WOW.”
In spite of the intimacy we’d just shared, I felt a little awkward. He was still in me; I just wanted to get cleaned up. As though he read m
y mind, he pulled out of me, keeping a knee between my thighs as he rolled his condom off. He then reached over and grabbed a hand towel off a stack of clean, laundry and began to stroke it over me. This gesture surprised me. Although I’d had men clean me up after sex, they’d always been boyfriends, not one-night stands, or casual sex… or whatever this was.
“Thanks,” I breathed.
I finished the deed, and he pulled me up. We felt around for our clothing, cracking the door to allow in some illumination. It seemed an unspoken agreement that the overhead light would’ve been too bright, too harsh. The fresh draft that careened into the heady scent of sex in this storage closet helped bring me to my senses. The sex fog that ensnared my brain slowly released its hold on me. Once we were done dressing and had finished looking at ourselves in the small locker-mirror, Dane pulled me to him in a tight, sensual hug, as he stroked his fingertips languorously up and down my back. He nuzzled my neck and kissed my ear before grazing my forehead with the slightest of kisses.
“Are ‘ye ready?”
“Yup, let’s do this thing.” We stepped out into the worn hallway, navigating the maze of corridors until we stood in front of Honor’s apartment. We looked at each other as if to say, “Here we go!”
I had to blink to adjust to the brightness of the studio. I made sure I wore a smile to cover the nervousness I felt walking into the room after… hell, who knows how long. To my chagrin, all eyes locked on us. As Sam turned back to Trigg—and I might add she may as well have been sitting on his lap she was so damn close to him—I could feel her questioning disapproval, or at least something close to that. Honor turned back to her tiny kitchen and pretended to be busy arranging the impressive collection of empty beer bottles on the counter and washing the one shot glass in the sink. Warren G played loudly on the stereo. It appeared a good time was being had by all.
Dane guided me toward the living room with his hand on the small of my back. As we passed the kitchenette, Honor turned around, and, smiling at Dane, asked, “Would you like a glass of wine or a beer.”