Page 41 of Starts With a Bang

He took it and stood up. “Thanks for a fun evening,” Sven said.

“Good night, everyone,” I called out over my shoulder.

Sven’s carnal expression made my heart pound hard enough to drown out their responses and my own insecurities. He wanted raw and honest reactions from me, not staged performances. Sven’s eagerness became even clearer once we were alone in the room. He had his sweater up and over his head before I closed the door.

“Whoa!” I moved in and captured Sven’s hands before he could unbutton his jeans. “Half the pleasure comes from undressing you and revealing your stunning body.”

“Oops. My bad.” He bent to reach for his sweater, but I stopped him again.

“Let’s not get crazy.”

I pulled Sven into my arms and captured his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. The urge to devour arose, but I swatted it down like a pesky gnat. The orgasm Sven had given me earlier took enough of the edge off so I could enjoy and savor every inch of him. I released his lips and moved my mouth over his neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin there. Sven practically purred like a kitten when I kissed my way down to the curve of his neck. I sank my teeth into his tendon, and he moaned loudly.

“Oops,” he whispered. “I’ll try to be quieter.”

“Since when?” I teased as I went to work on his button and zipper.

Sven chuckled and angled his head to give me more access to his neck.

I took a hint and returned my mouth there. “I don’t want you holding back,” I said between kisses. An awkward family breakfast was the furthest thing from my mind. I nipped his jaw and trailed my tongue over his bottom lip. “I want you just as you are.”

Sven reached for the hem of my sweater, and I raised my arms to help him remove it. The urge to suck in my gut wasstrong until Sven growled low in his throat and stroked my belly. “My Grizz.”

Sven swiped his tongue over my nipple, and my train of thought shattered into a million pieces. He liked my reaction and did it again. I cupped the back of his head, and he sucked the hardening bud into his mouth. Trailing my free hand around his waist, I gripped his sweet ass and hauled him even closer. I couldn’t get enough of him and wouldn’t be satisfied until I was finally inside him. Two years of pining turned a swirling eddy of desire into a tsunami of need that threatened to override everything else. But my patience persisted.

We kissed and touched for a long time, pausing long enough to kick off our shoes and remove our socks before getting on the bed. As much as I wanted to strip off our jeans, it would test the limits of my control. Sven was bare beneath his denim, and my thin underwear wouldn’t offer much barrier to protect me from myself. I tucked Sven under my body, making myself right at home between his spread thighs. His hands roamed up and down my back, grabbed my ass, and slid under my waistband. He thrust up into me, rubbing his erection against mine. But my patience persisted.

I worked my mouth down his torso, nipping and kissing as I went. Having Sven’s dick in my mouth once already wasn’t enough. I needed to taste him again. And maybe I wanted to drive him to the edge of insanity, like he did me. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down enough to expose the head of his dick. I tongued him there until his hips bucked, and he yanked my hair. His eagerness was evident in his verbal cries and his salty essence on my tongue.

“Is this what you meant when you said you’d make me pay?” Sven asked breathlessly.

I remembered saying those words but couldn’t remember why or what I’d intended. That he felt punished was enough. Iraised my head just enough to make eye contact. “Just getting started.”

And I meant it. I unzipped a half inch at a time and paused to lick the revealed flesh before continuing down. I didn’t rush the process, no matter how often Sven cursed me or yanked my hair. He was good and crazed by the time I worked his jeans down to his upper thighs, and so was I.

“Don’t make me come yet,” Sven pleaded. “I want you inside me.”

I wanted that too, so I abandoned his dick to lick and suck his balls and taint. While blowing against his pucker, I debated rimming Sven within an inch of his life. But I’d already worked myself into a frenzy. I eased away from Sven enough to pull his jeans down his long, toned legs and remove the rest of my clothes.

“Are the condoms and lube still in your bag?” I asked.

Sven’s gaze was locked on my jutting erection, and I didn’t think he’d heard me until he pointed to the nightstand. He blinked and met my gaze. “It’s the only thing I unpacked so far.”

“Priorities,” I teased as I opened the drawer. There were even more condoms than he’d shown me. “You packed enough for us to be stranded here for months.”

Sven snorted. “That might be true if you hadn’t edged me for two fucking years.” He jerked his head toward the drawer. “Suit up and slick up. Tonight, you ride.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sven’s eyes watched my every move as I rolled the condom on and smeared lube up and down my shaft. He pulled his knees back to his chest, exposing his hole as I climbed back onto the bed. His pucker flexed when I drizzled the cool liquid over it, and Sven gasped when I massaged the lubricant into his sensitive rim.

“Two fingers,” he demanded. “Let’s go.”

My cock throbbed, and I knew I wouldn’t last long once I was inside him. I needed Sven to be just as wild and ready as I was. Ignoring his instructions, I played with his opening, only slipping one finger in. I watched the flush spread over his face as I worked it in and out. I moved into position and propped his ankles on my shoulders, but I kept toying with his hole. On the next thrust, I curled my finger and pegged his prostate.

Sven cried out and undulated his hips. “Dick.”

“Are you demanding my cock or cursing at me?”

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