Page 33 of Viking Ink

I took a chance and moved to sit in Simon’s lap. He held himself stiff, like he was afraid to touch me, and that wouldn’t do. I stroked his beard, marvelling at how soft it felt, and leaned in close—close enough that only an angel wing’s width separated our lips.

“You have taught me how to be brave. Now you must give yourself the gift of freedom, of being open about what’s to come. No more worrying about what ifs or the past. You’re not taking advantage when it’s freely given.”

Our lips were so close, almost touching. I wanted to know what it felt like to kiss him. I wanted to be brave, to feel his lips on mine. I lifted my gaze to catch Simon’s, and moved forward slowly. A brief press of lips, warm and soft against mine. I sighed softly and went to pull away, afraid I’d pushed too hard again, only to feel Simon’s hand wrap around my hip and his other hand thread through my hair.

Simon controlled the kiss, leading our lips in a gentle dance of exploration, coaxing my mouth open with his tongue. I shivered. Kissing Simon was just as good as I had imagined—no, strike that. It was better than anything I could have imagined. I pushed against him, climbing up until I straddled his strong thighs, barely leaving space between us. I needed the contact. I was so afraid I would wake up and this would just be a dream—a sweet, wonderful dream.

I rocked slowly against him and gasped, shivering at the unfamiliar contact of our clothed dicks rubbing against each other. I rocked again, only to have Simon grip my hips firmly.

“Uh-uh, baby boy. Slowly. We don’t need to rush.” Simon’s voice was a husky rasp, and the sound of it made my stomach swoop in an amazing way, like riding on a rollercoaster when you finally plummet down. My belly felt like that, only I wasn’t in a coaster car, but in Simon’s lap.

I wanted the gentle friction to continue, and tried to rock my hips again. Simon gripped my hip harder and brought his other hand around to cup my jaw. “Who’s in control here, baby bear?”

I could tell he was testing, seeing how I would react when he took control, and to be honest it was so hot, but I wanted more—more kissing, more of the other stuff. I let out a soft huff.

“Are you going to answer, baby bear, or pout?”

I narrowed my eyes and stuck out my bottom lip. All that did was earn me a chuckle from Simon.

“You’re in control,” I stuttered out as Simon’s hand squeezed my hip. The hand holding my chin lowered to my chest, fingers teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my T-shirt.

“Good boy.” Simon leaned forward and kissed me softly, while his fingers continued to tease my nipple. Held fast in his grip, I couldn’t rock forward or away. My brain was singing more, more, and Simon obliged, kissing my cheeks and moving to my throat. I groaned softly when I felt his teeth gently graze the column of my throat.

“M-more Simon, please.” I sounded needy and I was, and my skin felt like it was on fire. I wanted Simon’s fingers on my bare skin, and not with the barrier of the T-shirt between us.

“What do you want, baby bear?” Simon murmured the words into the skin of my throat.

The urge to snap ‘how the hell do I know? I’ve never done this before,’ sprang to mind, but I curbed the impulse, sure that Simon wouldn’t approve of a bratty boy.

“Bratting is fine and fun, baby bear, but right now I need to know how far you’re comfortable taking this.”

Damn it, I really needed to keep my brain to mouth filter in check.

“I want you to touch me.”

“Like this?” Simon reached up and bopped my nose and I let out a frustrated huff.

“Daddy,” I whined, then stopped, realizing what I’d said.

Simon’s eyes grew darker, and he captured my mouth in a hungry kiss.

Simon pushed me until my back hit the sofa and he was laying over me. He caged me with his body, and I loved the feeling. His hair had come loose from its bun and fanned around his face, making him look wild and slightly dangerous. I wanted to run my fingers through those curls, to tug him closer, and I realized I could. With the first touch of my fingers to his hair, Simon melted against me, the long firm lines of his body pressed against mine. I let out a needy whimper when Simon rolled his hips, slowly rocking against my aching cock.

“Daddy, if you keep doing that I’m going to come, permission or not,” I gasped out as Simon rolled against me, creating more delicious friction.

Simon made a sound, a cross between a growl and a pleased groan. “I think after the day you’ve had, you’ve earned yourself a nice reward. Do you want to come like this baby, or do you want Daddy’s hand?”

I made an embarrassing sound. He wanted me to make a decision? My brain had officially gone offline the moment he started kissing me, but the thought of one of Simon’s large, strong hands wrapped around me nearly had me coming there and then. But I still struggled, embarrassed to ask for what I needed.

“D-Daddy.” My voice cracked as he ran a firm hand along my ribs.

“Answer me, little one.” Ohhh, his voice was so rough and sexy.

“Hand, please.” I close my eyes in mortification at how wanton I sounded, so needy for his touch.

“No, baby, don’t close your eyes. I want you to look at me. I want to see the look on your face when Daddy makes you come.”

How could he sound so unfairly hot? Fighting my embarrassment, I opened my eyes and gazed into his amber ones. The look he gave me was full of fondness and heat, and I think I fell a little more in love with him right then. He moved his hand to gently push my pyjama pants down, all the while keeping his eyes locked with mine. I knew he was checking in, making sure I was really okay with this—and God, I was.

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