Page 27 of Viktor at Sea

“And you?”

“The chicken was great, but you were right about the fish. It was too fishy for me. Though fish has never been my favourite.”

Astrid couldn’t be more different than me if she tried. She didn’t like the sea. She didn’t like swimming. She didn’t likefish…Now that I thought about it, she had quite a few things in common with Kis, but not that many with me.

We were a classic case of opposites attract.

“Why did you bring me flowers and lunch today, Viktor?” Astrid asked, never one to beat around the bush. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on,” I denied, but I could tell that she didn’t believe me. When she pursed her lips and sent me a pointed look, I sighed, giving in. “This is my way of making amends. I haven’t exactly been the nicest to you in the past and I want to make up for that. I don’t want you to hate me, Astrid.”

She looked puzzled. “Why do you suddenly care so much whether I hate you or not?”

“I just do.”

I could tell she wasn’t happy with my answer, but I wasn’t in a position to explain further. Not when I knew she wasn’t ready to hear the truth.

“That’s not a good enough answer,” she snorted, narrowing her eyes at me. The look all but demanded that I tell her the truth, and I couldn’t help but oblige.

My siren was really wrangling everything out of me today.

“I’m just trying to make up for all the times I’ve been horrid to you.”

“But why?”

I shrugged. “Just.”

“You know this isn’t a one-way street, right?” Astrid countered. “I’ve been just as horrid to you as you’ve been to me, so what’s suddenly changed? Why do you have this sudden urge to become my friend? Don’t tell me you’re dying and trying to make amends before you kick it.”

“Of course, not,” I scoffed and bit back a grin.

“You’re really not going to tell me?” She groaned, her lips pursed in distaste.

“I think it’s better if you don’t know just yet,” I told her, shaking my head. “But I promise to tell you the truth once I’m ready.”

“I still don’t trust your promises, but fine. I’ll stop asking you about it,” she sighed dramatically, and we fell into a comfortable silence as we filled up our water jugs.

I was still filling mine up by the time Astrid had finished, and I couldn’t help but stare as she walked away. This impromptu meeting at the water fountain may have been completely coincidental, but I understood how it must look from her perspective.

Well, at least she didn’t hate me.

That had to count for something, right?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

She moaned in my ear and dug her fingernails into my back, scratching all the way from my shoulder to my hip, but I didn’t care in the slightest. Not when the feeling went straight to my balls, and it took every bit of self-restraint I possessed to stop myself from coming then and there.

When I feared it wasn’t enough, I pulled out.

“What are you doing?” Astrid groaned from beneath me, gazing up at me from under her long, sultry lashes while raw hunger and desire swirled in her eyes. “Please put it back inside of me, Viktor.”

“Put what back inside you?” I asked, pressing my mouth against hers.

When she didn’t answer me, not that I gave her much chance with my tongue halfway down her throat, licking, sucking and thrusting in and out of her mouth just the way my cock did to her sweet little pussy, I slipped a hand between our bodies. I pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger, rubbing it in the way she needed. She mewled against my mouth and wrapped her arms tighter around me, pulling me closer.

I pumped my fingers inside her until she was a moaning, squirming mess underneath me and then reached for my cock. I pressed the thick tip to her seeping entrance but didn’t push inside.

I slipped my cock between her fat pussy lips, spreading our combined juices all around, making a bigger mess of us both. With each thrust, my cock roughly rubbed against her wet entrance and throbbing clit, slowly driving us both crazy.

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