by L. A. Boruff
Fucking hell. How could the composed sweetheart I’d seen earlier have me begging for him so completely? He lowered me onto the mattress, leaning back and gazing at me like I was his favorite dessert. I panted as he ran his hands in slowly ascending circles up my thighs. He was so close! Just as he neared my core, the place that burned for his touch like I'd never known was possible, his hands shifted, moving up my sides instead.
I mewled. "Fen, please!"
Dipping my chin down to beg, I caught my first real look at him. My heart skipped a beat. He was magnificent. His olive skin glistened in the moonlight filtering in through my sheer curtains. Hard planes of muscle covered him, as though he was sculpted by one of the masters. A dark tattoo wound around his left side, accentuating his physique. I lifted my hand to trace the design, but was distracted when he lifted up on his knees, allowing me a full view of his erection.
Oh God!
He was huge— bigger than any sex toy I'd ever owned. I suddenly ached to feel every glorious inch of him inside of me. "Fen!"
He grinned, lowering himself to my breasts. Lips, hands, stubble...the mass of sensations had my eyes rolling back in my head. He moved lower, swirling his tongue down my abdomen and once again, stopping just short of where I really needed his touch. It was as though he was a master musician, and my body was his instrument.
"By the moon, Lucky, you smell divine." His nose hovered millimeters above my core, and his exhale caressed me, teasing, but remaining just shy of real touch. "I'm going to savor this."
The first stroke of his tongue had me exploding, white sparks obscuring my vision as I came harder than ever before. He laughed against me, driving me wild, and demanded, "Again."
The one word was all it took to have me coming again on his tongue. The world around me lost meaning, and all that existed was each stroke against my clit. It went on forever, drawing out my climax as he continued to lave at me. Slowly, as I came back to my senses, he pressed a finger into me, curling it as if he could coax another orgasm out of me by calling it to him. The pleasure was incredible, but I wanted...no, I needed more. He added another finger, and I screamed out as yet another wave of climax crashed through me.
When I could open my eyes, I looked down at him. His gaze locked with mine wickedly, and he grinned.
"How many more can I pull out of you, Lucky?"
I growled, and reached down, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up forcefully. "I swear to God, Fen, if you don't fuck me right now I'll never forgive you."
My core throbbed for him, but he backed away, chuckling. "Condom."
Whimpering at the sudden lack of him, it took my mind a moment to catch up. "I—" Shit. I didn't have any. Why would I?
He jumped off the bed and disappeared for a moment, returning with something in his hand before the sting of rejection had time to land .
When I recognized the foil wrapper for what it was, I laughed, his words outside the restaurant coming back to me. "Just thought it'd be a good idea to hang around in case things went wrong?"
A flush stole across his cheeks before he shrugged. "I have six more in my wallet. I've been carrying them since I met you."
Six?
My insides clenched at the idea of having him inside me again and again.
Yes please!
The predatory glint in his eye returned, and he knelt over me, slowly rolling the latex over himself. I couldn't tear my eyes away. I reached for him, but he batted my hand away with a growl.
"Not now. If you touch me, I'll lose it, and I want this to last all night."
I licked my lips. Knowing he was so close to losing control just by pleasuring me made me feel powerful, but the need spiraling through me kept me from exploring just how powerful I really could be.
Ever so slowly, he pressed himself inside of me.
"By the moon, Lucky, how are you still so tight? You're dripping, but..." He stilled and shot his eyes up to me. "Virgin?"
Panting with desperation for him, I thrust my hips hard, sheathing him fully within me. "Not anymore."
Keeping completely still, allowing me to adjust to his size within me, his face glowed with something that looked suspiciously like awe. "Thank you."
Still fully within me, he angled his head down and kissed me tenderly. "How do you feel?"
I held back a laugh. "This isn't a Victorian romance, Fen. I may not have ever been with someone before, but my hymen is long gone."
He kissed me again. "I understand, Lucky. But how do you feel?"
Warmth spread through my abdomen, like basking in the hot sun on a summer day. It spread up my chest, pushing my nipples impossibly more erect and making my heartbeat rush in my ears. Connection. It's the only way I could think to describe it.
For the first time in my life, I felt connected. Fen smiled, and ever so slowly began to move.
"Oh God!"
The friction was better than any toy. He lifted my hips, and the angle shifted so that each stroke hit the bundle of nerves that sent shock waves through me.
"Yes! Right there!"
Still moving with maddening care, he stroked back and forth, bringing me ever higher. I began to move, meeting his rhythm, and the pace shifted. Still growing, my blood pounded in my ears. We locked gazes, and the tempo increased.
Stroke met with thrust. Rocking and breathing in unison, Fen took me ever higher. My vision blurred, and our movement quickened. Faster, harder, sweat making our bodies slick, Fen's focus never wavered from me, nor mine from him.
Panting, my ears buzzing, still the pressure grew. The connection between us flowed back and forth, strengthening with every stuttering breath, and I knew that if I didn't come soon, I might black out from the pressure.
Fen's hand snaked down between us as our pace grew erratic. I felt him swell within me, and he pressed a finger against my clit with a command. "Come for me."
And I did.
Fire raged through me, burning so hot that all I saw was white. My release roared in my ears like an act of God, and my entire body convulsed with the power of the orgasm ripping me apart. Every pulse tore me, cells disintegrating, and then put me together again; a rebirth in the blaze of white fire that remade me into something new. Something better.
Slowly, the light receded and sound returned to me. First, the pounding of my heart. Then my ragged breath.
A palm cupped my cheek, caressing the sensitive skin beneath my eye, and I reached deep within to find the strength to lift an eyelid that felt like it was forged of iron.
"Lucky?"
I squinted up at the Adonis above me. "Fen?"
He smiled, lowering himself to the bed beside me and slowly ran his fingers through my hair. "I've never felt something like that before, sweetheart."
The moonlight cast an ethereal glow about him, and I sighed with content. "Neither have I."
He opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a pounding on my door.
"Lucky! Fen! Open the door!"
My heart leapt into my throat. I recognized that voice as Marrok, and he sounded even more out of his mind than before.
"Luckieeeee!"
"Shit." I buried my head in Fen's arm, still slick with sweat. "He's going to wake the neighbors."
Fen sighed and rolled away from me, getting out of bed and moving toward the door. "If we don't let him in, he'll stand out there all night." He smiled with apology, and exited my bedroom completely naked.
I jumped to my feet and wobbled. Woah.
"Wait, Fen!"
I tried to stop him before he opened the door, but was too late. Marrok stalked in my apartment and immediately began pacing in my tiny living room.
"You need to tell me what I did wrong! I thought we were having a good time and then poof!" He waved his hands wildly in the air, not even pausing when he looked up and saw Fen in the nude and me with only my blanket wrapped around me. "What did I do wrong?"
I looked past him to Fen, but he just shrugged.
This was so fucking weird. And awkward. I glanced pointedly at the pile of clothing on the floor of my kitchen, and then back at Fen. He followed my gaze and then looked down at himself with a smirk. While Marrok was still pacing like a madman, Fen sauntered over to me like his nudity was of no concern.
"I ordered the Chef's choice, which is always the best option, and even got wine!"
Marrok wasn't even looking at me anymore while he ranted. He was waving his hands around and stomping like it was going to go out of style any minute now.
Fen cleared his throat. "Rok. Take a breath."
Marrok froze, and then visibly inhaled. He pivoted where he stood, until he was facing us. He sniffed again, and narrowed his eyes.
"You have fornicated."
Fen nodded, visibly holding back a laugh at Rok's expression. It was something between shock, jealousy, and curiosity.
Seeing that he wasn't flipping out, I relaxed a little and smirked. "I'd say it was more like a religious experience, but if you want to call it that..." I shrugged.
Marrok's head shot up and he locked gazes with Fen. For a beat, they were immobile, and then it was like the dam had broken. They both burst out into fits of laughter, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why.
While the two of them tried to get their mirth under control, I went back into my room and threw on a robe. Once they'd regained their composure, I folded my arms, waiting for an explanation.
Marrok threw his arm around Fen's shoulders, and Fen seemed perfectly comfortable with it even though he was completely nude. "Miss Lucky, please, can you tell me what happened to change your mood during our dinner?"
I stared at him like he'd grown another head. "Are you for real?" I shifted my gaze to Fen. "Is he for real?"
Fen looked at each of us, back and forth, and then reached for my hand. "Lucky, I think it's best that you tell him in your own words what happened."
I sighed and then pulled him around to my tiny loveseat. If we were talking, I was sitting. My legs were still wobbly.
Nailing Marrok with an icy stare, I motioned for him to sit in the chair opposite me. "Rok, I was already upset with you ordering for me, but I would have stayed if it were just that."
He nodded, his head slightly tilted as though he were making a mental note.
"But when you grabbed my boob, well, you're lucky all I did was leave."
Marrok shifted his attention to Fen, a question in his eyes.
"Rok, I think Lucky's saying she thought about hurting you, but left instead."
Marrok's eyebrows rose, but he nodded to himself thoughtfully.
I glanced at Fen, but he shook his head, telling me to let him work through it.
Marrok folded his arms and glared at me as he came to some kind of decision in his twisted mind. "You are a liar."
I gaped at him. "Excuse me?" How could he possibly be turning this on me?
He leaned forward, violence flickering behind his steady gaze. "You told Lowe that a man must buy you dinner before touching your chest, but not only did you get mad at me for that very thing, but I can see that you let Fenrir touch you without him purchasing you a meal first."
I puzzled through his words and then snorted while Fen shook with silent laughter beside me. When his expression remained grave, I threw my hands up. "Are you insane?"
Fen's control broke, and once again, he was almost doubled over with laughter.
"Lucky, Rok is not like normal people. He is very literal." He shifted his attention to Marrok, laughter still dancing in his eyes, and chuckled. "Rok, Lucky was making a joke to diffuse an awkward situation. She didn't mean that if a man bought her dinner he could grope her. It's a somewhat common joke here."
Marrok's tension evaporated, and he slumped. He grumbled under his breath, but I didn't quite hear what he said. It sounded like, "Courting was easier in my day." but seeing as how he looked like he might possibly be younger than me, I knew it couldn't be right.
The absurdity of it all finally hit me, and a giggle bubbled out. I smacked a hand over my mouth to try and stop it, but another, and then another kept escaping.
Tears threatening to cloud my vision, I rose to my feet and went to kneel before a morose Marrok. "Rok, I'm sorry for giving you the wrong impression." His deep blue eyes lifted, and a spark of hope ignited in him, smoothing out the furrows in his brow. "I like you, I think, but you're very hard to read. Sometimes it's like you're from a different planet."
The corners of his mouth lifted, and he straightened out of his slouch. "Perhaps I am just from another time?"
I shrugged. "Sure?"
A lascivious grin spread across his face. He leaned forward, taking my cheeks in his hands, and kissed me with his eyes wide open, his gaze never leaving mine. It wasn't like Fen or Rawlins. This kiss completely dominated me. My will evaporated as Marrok's lips moved against mine. He demanded I open to him, and I exhaled, granting his tongue access. A lick across my lip, then a nip. A stroke of his tongue across my own, hinting at his skill and what else he might do with it, and then another light nip of my lips. Time lost meaning as his mouth fucked mine.
Hands gripped me from behind and lifted me into Marrok's lap. A hand slid up my leg, disappearing beneath my robe. Another held my face while Marrok and I continued to kiss. Another reached around from behind, grabbing my breast, and yet another trailed fire along my neck.
I reared back, thunking into a solid wall of muscle, while staring forward at Marrok. That was too many hands. Turning my head, I caught Fen's heat filled expression, and he nodded, nudging me to lean into Marrok, while letting him continue to caress me.
The intensity in Marrok's eyes gave me pause, but when he did nothing to object, I gave in to the possibility. It was my dream, wasn't it?
Moving in concert, Fen and Marrok rose, Marrok lifting me in his arms, and Fen pulling away my robe. They carried me to my bed, and Marrok handed me off to Fen while he undressed. After only a moment, he reclined on the bed and crooked a finger at me, beckoning me to join him. In the moonlight, he truly became a Viking warrior. Breathtaking tattoos covered his left arm from his knuckles to his shoulder, spreading beneath his collarbone, and then crossing his torso to continue down the entirety of his left leg. Hundreds of small designs wove together into a mural of absolute art on his flesh, the metallic glint of studs in his nipples somehow enhancing it.
Fen lowered me until I was kneeling over Marrok's swollen shaft, where a series of studs adorned the underside in an erotic array of piercings. My insides quivered with anticipation of finding out what exactly that would feel like.
How did I get so lucky?
"Tonight, I cede control to you, Miss Lucky, but next time, I shall be the one riding." Marrok's odd cadence rolled right through me, as I realized the dominant man was letting me have my way with him while another man was in the room.
Fen wrapped his hands around me and whispered in my ear. "Tonight you'll have us both, if you're willing."
I nodded enthusiastically, as a foil wrapper tore behind me. Marrok lifted up onto his elbows and furrowed his brow at me. "I'm clean and clipped, Lucky. Condoms tear over the piercings though, so if you'd rather we switch..."
I glanced down at the ladder of piercings, and again, my insides clenched. I wanted to feel that. "I'm clean as well, seeing as how tonight was my first time, and on the pill. I'm okay if you are."
His shaft twitched as he growled, and I took him in hand, suddenly nervous. Fen placed a steadying hand on my back, and I lifted up on my knees to angle Marrok in.
"Oh God!"
Still slick from earlier with Fen, Marrok slipped in without difficulty. I lowered myself slowly, gratefully taking Marrok's offered hands. His girth was more than Fen, and the sensation of cold metal along with rock-hard, velvet heat was almost indescribable. Each piercing stroked me inside, bringing me practically to orgasm before I could even lower myself completely.
"It's so deep!"
Marrok lifted his hips, pulsing
himself even deeper so while Fen trailed kisses down my spine. He nipped my ass with a growl. "Someday soon, this will be mine, but we're not prepared right now."
He circled me, his hand still on my back, and lowered me forward as Marrok began languid strokes from below. My face came level with Fen's shaft, and I licked my lips in anticipation. Reaching out, I grabbed him before he could stop me again, and stroked him from base to tip.
I'd never held a man in my hands like that before, and I was torn between the sensations Marrok was eliciting inside of me, and the intense desire to explore every inch of Fen with my fingertips.
Marrok's hand touched my cheek, bringing my focus solely to him for a moment, and he smiled. "Let me do the work here now." I nodded, and in a move I hardly noticed, he flipped us, with me suddenly on my knees, practically in the same position, but with him stationed behind me instead. Marrok grabbed my hips and thrust deep, making me moan as he hit that sweet spot with each piercing as he went. "Take Fen in hand, Miss Lucky. Learn him and then take him in your mouth." His tone shifted, and it appeared my time in charge was at an end. The domineering rumble in his voice had my insides quivering, and without warning, I burst into orgasm around him.
He growled and smacked my ass. "You won't come again until I tell you."
I nodded, and he grabbed my hips firmly and thrust again.
How in the hell was I supposed to wait when those devilish piercings were bringing me right back to the brink of climax?
Fen came back into my view, as he sat on the bed near my face. He was rigid again, and a drop of pre-cum glistened at his tip, tantalizing me. I reached for him, but wobbled as Marrok slammed into me again, sending sparks of pleasure traveling up my spine.
Noticing my dilemma, Fen scooted closer, bringing himself level with my face, and bracing my shoulders with his hands at the same time. I wrapped my fingers around him, and he groaned.
“By the moon, Lucky, you are temptation incarnate.”
It was heady, being so thoroughly surrounded by these two men. I pressed my thumb against his slit, then started spiraling his natural lubricant out while clenching my insides, trying to avoid coming as Marrok picked up his pace.