I'm extremely proud of myself. I drove to the grocery store and back without ending up on the wrong side of the road once! My first time driving in the States was a complete success, and I even managed not to get lost or confused. So it's with a newfound sense of accomplishment that I walk into the house and put the groceries away.
"Viggo?" I call when I've finished unpacking the groceries. "I'm back and I didn't wreck your car!"
The sound of his footsteps is the only warning I get before he runs into the kitchen and grabs my arm, spinning me around to face him. My yelp of surprise is muffled by his mouth crashing down on mine, kissing me senseless as his tongue slides past my lips. I groan and wiggle against him as I feel his cock straining against the material of his jeans. He's hard, and I'm not far behind.
I hear my zipper being undone, and then Viggo's hands push down my pants and boxers just enough to pull out my semi-hard cock. Without any pretense, he drops to his knees and takes me into his mouth, engulfing my cock in wet heat. "Fuck!" I cry, reaching down to put my hands on his head so I won't fall over. What the hell has gotten into Viggo? Not that I'm complaining or anything.
His mouth pulls back, teeth scraping gently along the length of my erection and causing shivers to run through my body. Then he takes me deep again and swallows around me; I'm unable to stop myself from bucking my hips, but Viggo doesn't miss a beat and continues sucking me into oblivion. The entire world seems to have shrunk to my cock and his mouth, and that's just fine with me.
Now Viggo is slowing his movements, teasing me as he retreats, his tongue swirling maddeningly around the head of my cock. Damnit, he knows I need more than this. His hooded eyes look up at me, daring me to let go. Well, if he insists . . .
I begin thrusting into his mouth, losing myself in the heat and suction that surrounds my cock. He doesn't falter once as he allows me to fuck his mouth, and manages to lick around my cock as it moves in and out. When I look in his eyes, I find them staring back at me intensely and I'm undone by the intimacy in his gaze. With a moan and a wail, I thrust one last time and come in his mouth, whimpering as he swallows around my softening cock in an effort to milk every drop from me.
My knees buckle as he pulls away, and I stumble back against the counter in an effort to steady myself. As my pulse returns to normal, I start to pull up my pants but the feeling of Viggo's hand closing around my wrist stops me. When I look at him, I remember that while he just gave me an exceptional blow-job, he still hasn't had his own release. Since I'm a big believer in reciprocation, I remove my hands and allow him to pull off my shoes, pants, and boxers.
He stands up and takes off his shirt, while I do the same with mine. His hands grab my arse and pull me flush against his body, and I bite my lip at the feeling of his denim-clad erection pressing against me. "I'm going to fuck you, Orlando," he says in a husky voice. A shiver runs through me at his words, realizing that Viggo is in full hard-and-fast-with-dirty-talk mode.
"Oh, God," I whisper.
"I want to bury myself in that tight little ass of yours and hear you moan my name." His tongue traces the shell of my ear and I bite back a whimper. "I want to fuck you so hard that you can feel me in every inch of your body." Sweet Jesus. "I want to prove that you're *mine*."
My eyes flutter closed for a second, and then I give him my best sultry gaze. "I'm yours, Viggo. I'm always yours." I unzip his pants and pull his cock out, happily surprised that he's not wearing skivvies. That's my boy. "You were planning this, weren't you?"
"Yes." Viggo pulls away briefly to remove his jeans. "All I could think about when you were gone was how good it feels to be trapped inside of you, how hot and tight you are. How much I love it when you scream from the feeling of being impaled by my cock." Shit, he's gonna make me come before this even *starts* if he keeps talking like that.
"Then do it," I challenge, pressing myself up against his body and relishing the feeling of his dripping cock coming into contact with my newly aroused one. I give him a wicked grin. "Fuck me until I can feel your cock in my throat."
Viggo's pupils dilate from my words, and then he's kissing me again, stealing the breath from my body. I can taste traces of myself on his tongue and I moan, reaching around so I can grip his firm arse and grind against him. Finally, I've had enough of the foreplay and break the kiss. I turn around and brace my hands on the counter, leaning forward and spreading my legs so my body is completely open to him.
Looking over my shoulder, I can see that Viggo is just standing there, stroking his cock. I shake my arse and say, "What are you waiting for? Get on with it, old man." He shoots me a positively devious grin and then quickly opens a cabinet and pulls out a small bottle of something. "What is that?"
"You'll see." He pours some brown liquid onto his fingers before warming it in his hands and spreading it on his cock. Before I can ask him again what the makeshift lubrication is, he places the bottle on the counter in front of me.
"Vanilla extract?" I squeak in disbelief.
"Trust me," he rasps, his breath shockingly close to my ear as he drapes his body over mine. I moan loudly at the feeling of two fingers entering me, their path indeed made easier by the slippery vanilla. "God, Orli, you're still so open from this morning," he marvels. His fingers curl and push against my prostate, making me gasp and push my hips back against him.
"Need more," I plead. He pulls his fingers out of me and slides his cock along the cleft of my arse.
"What do you need, love?" he asks, and a brief shiver runs through me at the term of endearment.
"I need you inside of me, Vig. I need you to fuck me *now*," I tell him, spreading my legs wider so he'll understand my urgency.
Viggo complies with my request and penetrates me with one quick thrust. Christ, he always feels *so* good inside of me no matter how many times we've done this. His cock fills me perfectly and hits exactly the spots I need it to, and I'm gripping the edge of the counter so tightly that my knuckles are white. The rhythm he sets is relentless, his hands on my hips as he angles his shallow thrusts to jab at my prostate.
He leans down so that he can kiss my back, his teeth dragging lightly along my shoulder. "Is this what you wanted?" he grunts, punctuating his statement with a deliciously brutal thrust. "To be turned inside out by having my hard cock fucking your sweet ass?" One of his hands reaches around to grasp my erection. "You're so hard right now," he gasps.
"It's because of you, Viggo," I moan, pushing my cock forward into his palm, which is still slippery from the vanilla. "I love it when you -- ah!" I cry out as his thumb flicks over the head of my erection at the same time that his cock hits my prostate. "I love it when you fuck my brains out." Which is precisely what he's doing. It's pretty much impossible to use any organ above my waist right now, and I move purely on instinct as I thrust into the tunnel of his hand and then screw myself back against his hard cock.
I'm gasping, Viggo's moaning, and we're both close; every nerve in my body is supercharged with pleasure and anticipation. It's one of those times where I want to come so badly and yet I don't want this to end. After a few more thrusts, Viggo comes inside of me with a ragged groan, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave a small crescent of bruises.
When he slips out of me and removes his hand from my cock, I mewl in dissatisfaction. I want some relief and I want it *now*! Viggo kneels down behind me and when his hot breath wafts against my opening, it takes all of my willpower not to come right then. The torturously slick sensation of his tongue demanding and receiving entry to my body makes me half-sigh, half-wail my appreciation. While his tongue delves into me as deeply as possible, one of his hands comes up to gently fondle my balls and I finally come, screaming his name in the process.
My body is still trembling as Viggo stands up and eases me back into his arms for a gentle embrace. I turn around and bury my head in the crook of his neck for a moment before lifting my mouth to his for a kiss. The taste of vanilla mixes with that of Viggo's come, and I'm still a bit shocked that he rimmed me after sex -- he's never done that before.
"That was . . . wow," I murmur when he pulls away.
He chuckles and walks to grab a paper towel and some cleaning fluid. I blush when I notice the stain on the face of the counter that he needs to erase, causing him to laugh again. Once everything is suitably cleaned and the paper towel disposed of, Viggo draws me in for another kiss. This one is more intense, his tongue probing my mouth insistently.
"Christ, Vig," I gasp as he lowers his lips to my neck. "Did someone spike your herbal tea or something? What's gotten into you?"
"You, hopefully," he says, his fingers brushing over my nipples. "I want you inside of me, Orli."
"You can't be serious," I laugh. "After all that, you still need more?"
Viggo lifts his head from my neck and gives me a tender look. "I always need more of you."
I smile and touch my forehead to his. "Le aniron, filthy human."
He grabs my hand and runs to the bedroom, pulling me along with him. We're both laughing by the time we tumble onto the bed, our limbs tangling as we play-wrestle until I pin him down and kiss him soundly. I'm beyond caring why Viggo's so worked up, and decide to just hang on for the ride (no pun intended).
The lube is right where we left it this morning and Viggo applies some to my cock, quickly bringing me to full hardness. I grin at the sight of him lying back and spreading his legs in blatant invitation, his cock erect and his mouth curled into a wicked smile. He has no concept of how hot he is. When I move to coat my fingers with lube, he shakes his head and yanks the tube away.
"Just do it, Orli."
"Are you channeling a Nike commercial?" I ask him with a grin.
"No, I need you to fuck me," he says.
"Okay, then." I lift his legs onto my shoulders and push into him slowly, the lack of preparation making him tighter than usual. Viggo moans when I'm all the way inside of him, his mouth falling open and his eyes tightly shut. "God, you feel so good," I breathe, my hands securely on his hips as I begin to thrust slowly in and out of him.
"More," he begs, trying to push himself down on my cock.
"You're shameless," I gasp.
"I can't help it," he tells me. When I brush over his prostate, he cries my name and bucks his hips. Loving his responsiveness, my hands slide around to cup his arse and tilt his body a tiny bit, changing my angle so I can hit that spot over and over. The sound of his moans and gasps fill the room, and I begin thrusting harder.
"Touch yourself," I command. Viggo doesn't hesitate to wrap a hand around his leaking cock and stroke it firmly. His rhythm is similar to mine, but his hand falters every time I deliver a particularly powerful thrust. "You're so fucking sexy like this, Vig," I pant, feeling my control beginning to slip. "All hard and needy, letting me fuck your arse and moaning for more."
"Fuck . . . Orlando!" he cries. Our movements are erratic, my thrusts uneven while his hand moves jerkily on his cock. Neither of us is going to last much longer.
"Come for me, Viggo. Show me how much you love it when I fuck you."
"Orli!" he yells as his orgasm overcomes him. "Oh, God!"
The sight of his face awash in ecstasy while he comes is incredible, and when his muscles clench around me, I can't hold back anymore. My climax hits me hard as I come in his arse, shuddering and sighing my release. His legs fall from my shoulders and I slide bonelessly on top of him.
After a few minutes, Viggo grunts and tries to shift his weight. "You're crushing me, elf boy." I laugh tiredly and roll off of him, lying on my back and looking up at the ceiling. "What time is it?" he asks.
I glance at the clock on the nightstand. "Almost three." I prop myself up on my elbow, grinning as I look down at his content face. "So what was all that about? We've already had sex three times today, not to mention twice yesterday. Not that I have a problem with that, but it's still a bit curious. May I ask why you're so bloody horny?"
He smiles sadly. "You're leaving for England the day after tomorrow, and then I won't see you for a whole month."
"So you're stocking up on sex before I go? Like squirrels preparing for winter?"
"That's an odd analogy," he chuckles. "But I guess so."
"I'm not leaving until Sunday morning, you know."
"I know." He leans up to kiss me. "I'm just going to miss you so much, Orli."
"Listen, there's about forty-four hours before I get on a plane. Let's just spend every second together and not think about the fact that we're going to be apart."
Viggo sighs. "Yeah, you're right. I'm being a bit over-dramatic, aren't I?"
"Not really. I'm going to miss you, too." I pause. "You know, our record for sex is seven times in one day. Care to break that?"
He grins. "I think we should give it a shot."
"Well, we both need a shower after our recent exertions," I remark.
"Definitely," he agrees.
"And maybe later you'll wear the cowboy hat," I say hopefully.
Viggo laughs and kisses me again. "Sounds like a plan."
