TITLE: Rewarded (12/?)
AUTHOR: Elizabeth (sef7881@aol.com)
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Getting back into the groove
FEEDBACK: Please! I'm a total whore for it
WARNINGS: Spanking, harsh language, and references to assorted kinks.
If previous chapters of this fic haven't been your cup of tea, this one
won't be any different
DISCLAIMER: I made this all up in my *crazy* little head. It's
FICTION!
ARCHIVE: I'd be honored, just let me know where it's going
DATE WRITTEN: November 9th, 2003
"That was the best shower of my entire life," I moan, flouncing down
onto Viggo's huge bed. "Fuck, did I need that after today.
I think I would have preferred being in a *real* avalanche instead of suffering
that evil, horrid, polystyrene stuff."
"Do you feel suitably refreshed?" he laughs.
I nod and smile blissfully as I run a finger around my ears in a search
for glue and polystyrene but find none. "Refreshed, relaxed, and
rejuvenated. I'm like a new man."
"That's a shame. I liked the man you were before," Viggo tells
me with a smile. He finishes toweling off his hair. "Although,
if this man comes without the elven ear glue, that would make me happy."
"I do indeed come without ear glue," I confirm. "Our extended
shower took care of the glue, the false snow, and the fatigue -- not to
mention your ranger stink. So if you want to shag now, we're good
to go."
"Thanks for the permission."
"Don't mention it. So, what do you want to do now?" I grin
and toss my towel away, baring me to my boyfriend's lustful gaze.
Yes, my boyfriend. Even ten days after Viggo and I officially started
'dating', I still get a thrill whenever I think of him as my boyfriend.
I'm no longer just his costar, kinky sex partner, and sleeping companion!
What an upgrade!
Actually, we haven't *had* kinky sex since that fateful night when
Viggo first told me that he loved me (and I subsequently walked out on
him). First of all, we have crazy filming schedules that don't exactly
allow us to have mind-blowing marathon sex every night. And second
of all, my boyfriend is discovering that after two decades of nothing but
kinky, emotionless, hard and fast sex, it can be wonderful to have some
good, old-fashioned lovemaking. So we've been happily losing ourselves
in a world of vanilla cream (get it?) and putting the kink on the back
burner for the moment.
"What do I want to do now?" Viggo asks, smirking a little. There's
a towel wrapped around his waist, but not even the thick terry cloth can
conceal the lump that's proof of his arousal. When he drops the towel,
I lick my lips and lean back against the bed, hoping that I'll have that
thick piece of flesh in my hand or mouth or arse really damned soon.
His smirk widens at the sight of my obvious lust, and it now takes on a
bit of a feral tinge. "I want to fuck my whore," he purrs.
Oh, holy fuck. The world of kinky sex is back. My cock
is immediately rock-hard at the prospect of Viggo fucking me roughly while
saying the dirtiest things to me. Is he going to spank me?
Eat out my arse after coming in me? Will he feed me his cock or maybe
my own come? Does he have a certain position in mind? The possibilities
are endless, and I must have an idiotic grin on my face right now.
"You do?" I ask, my heart rate speeding up as he slowly advances closer
towards the bed. "Is there anything specific you have in mind?"
"Nice try, Orli," he laughs. "But you'll just have to wait and
see." Damn. I wanted at least a little hint!
There's a shift of weight in the mattress when Viggo joins me on the
bed, then he's on top of me in a split second, his mouth attacking mine
in a shameless quest for domination that I'm more than happy to let him
win. His tongue scours the back of my throat like it holds the answers
to all of life's questions, and I clutch at his hair while I let out a
pitiful whimper. I need more than this, for Christ's sake.
I need friction.
When I try to sling a leg over his hip, he immediately pushes it back
against the mattress and pulls away from the kiss. "We're doing this
at *my* pace," he growls.
"Yes, Viggo," I say meekly.
He flips me over onto my stomach so that my face is buried in the pillows
and my erection is trapped somewhat uncomfortably against the sheets.
After mercifully pulling me up to my hands and knees, I hear him rustling
around in the drawer where we keep the lube but I don't bother to turn
my gaze away from the pillows; it's much more fun to simply not look at
what he's doing and be surprised later. A slippery finger easily
makes its way into my body, then a second one joins it as he begins to
leisurely open me up for his cock.
The fingers slip out of me, and the heavy press of his erection slides
up and down the cleft of my arse, teasing me until I'm whimpering.
Just when I think I'm about to snap and commit the cardinal sin of telling
him to hurry up, he finally deems me read for the fucking I'm almost desperate
for. Grabbing my hips, he enters me with one of his patented earth-stopping
thrusts, burying himself to the hilt and moaning my name. I shriek
my approval and push my hips back, my fingernails clawing at the sheets.
"You're so fucking hot inside," he rasps, pulling back and delivering
a long, slow thrust that makes me moan with both pleasure and frustration.
Slow? I need a hard, fast rhythm and I need it right now! Not
that he seems to care. He's apparently intent on torturing me tonight;
each of his thrusts is sharp but slow, driving me absolutely mad my prostate
is getting none of the good stuff. I swear, this man could write
a book on how to torture your partner during sex.
My whines of protest and attempts to push back on his cock only draw
low-pitched laughter from him. "I take it that you want more," he
says, every syllable an exaggerated drawl.
"Yes please," I gasp.
I choke back a moan as he rachets up the intensity. He's now
plunging into me with more fervor, his strokes losing their languid feel
-- although he's still deliberately not hitting the spot I need him to.
Which is *so* bloody annoying, because if it weren't for that not-so-minor
inconvenience, this is turning out to be one hell of a fuck. Still,
I know better than to complain or question him. Knowing Viggo, he
has something planned and my suffering will be rewarded.
One of his hands slides away from my hip and travels over to my arse,
kneading the flesh. "Your hole looks so beautiful as it swallows
my cock," he murmurs sinfully. All I can manage in response is a
tiny whimper. "That pink flesh stretched around me . . . God, I can't
get enough of it. I can't get enough of *you*, Orli."
"Viggo," I mewl, arching my back downwards and hoping to show off my
arse to him even further. "I can't get enough of you, either."
"I bet you want to know what I have in mind for you tonight.
Maybe I'll come deep inside of you and then tongue-fuck your hole until
I've licked you clean."
A bolt of lust runs through me at his words and my cock drools a long
string of precome. Just the thought of Viggo's expert tongue plundering
my just-fucked arsehole is almost enough to make me buck and come right
now. "Fuck," I say, my unsteady voice barely above a whisper.
"Or maybe I should just pull out right now. I could always hand
you a nice, big vibrator and watch you fuck yourself for me while I take
pictures," he croons. His strong hand continues to massage one of
my arse cheeks as he fucks me harder and harder. "I bet you'd love
to show off for me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I'd love that!" I shiver, thinking of the extensive collection
of porn photos that I've starred in. Of course, being that Viggo
was the one in charge of the camera, they're as brilliant as any of his
other artwork. Except that most of his art doesn't feature naked
young costars doing kinky sexual things.
"But perhaps it's best if we stick with the basics."
Before I can process what his words mean, a stinging slap hits my arse.
There is a God! This is exactly what I need! I moan and lower
my upper body down to the mattress, pushing my arse higher into the air.
His hand comes down on my arse again and again, peppering both cheeks with
blows even as he continues to fuck me hard.
"Oh God, oh God," I chant. "Feels so fucking good!"
"I know it does," he tells me with a hint of amusement in his voice.
He spanks me again before suddenly angling his thrusts upwards just enough
to finally strike my prostate. The overload of welcome pain and unbelievable
pleasure makes me yell as my whole body trembles with the onslaught of
sensations.
"Viggo, more!" is all I can manage to wail as he mercilessly reams
me.
"Yes, he hisses. "I know my slut wants this." Thwap, thwap,
thwap. More sharp strikes of his hand rain down on my arse as his
cock plunges in and out of me, now hitting that all-important bundle of
nerves with every powerful thrust, and I'm starting to 'suffer' from sensory
overload. Thwap, thwap, double thwap. This is the sweetest
pain ever known.
"You should see yourself," Viggo says in that oozing-sex-out-of-every-molecule
voice. "Pushing your ass back, begging wordlessly to be spanked even
more as I fuck your pretty hole." Thwap! "God, you're such
a whore. You have no shame, Orlando," he groans. To prove his
point, I rotate my hips slightly and clench my muscles around him.
He moans loudly, shutting his eyes tight as he blindly thrusts into me.
"Is that what you like?" I ask in a semi-steady voice, deliberately
teasing him as I clamp down on his cock again.
"Don't try to turn the tables," he growls. Damnit, that's *exactly*
what I'm trying to do -- but he's got his own retaliation already planned.
He stops spanking me and instead grabs my hips with both hands like he
was doing before, dedicating all of his strength to fucking me ruthlessly.
And while I miss his hand administering a spanking, the feeling of his
balls slapping against my abused arse while he keeps fucking my hole and
driving us towards the brink of orgasm is more than enough to make up for
it. His thrusts are hard and steady, and even though my cock hasn't
been touched since he first entered me, I can tell that I'm about to come.
A shockwave rolls through my body with his next plunge into me, and
I lose myself in the pure pleasure that overtakes me. I scream Viggo's
name as my climax hits, moaning and wailing uncontrollably. He keeps
thrusting roughly, his grip on my hips becoming painful as my orgasm spurs
him on to drive towards his own; it's only a few more seconds before I
feel his hot release inside of me.
"Oh, fuck!" he yells. "Orli!" I can sense him shaking as
he rides the aftershocks of his climax. When all is said and done,
he manages to pull out of me before collapsing on the mattress in a satisfied
heap.
I gently roll onto my back (and newly spanked arse), adjusting the
sheets as best I can to avoid the patch of wet stickiness that I created.
There's a lovely tingling sensation in my bum from getting such a terrific
spanking, and I know from experience that it'll be there for the next twelve
hours or so. I'm truly a lucky bloke.
"How are you doing?" Viggo asks gently, leaning in to kiss my lips.
There are no more forehead kisses now that we're more than just kinky fuck
buddies. Nope, I get mouth kisses now -- proving once again that
I rock!
"Absofuckinglutely wonderful."
He laughs that warm little laugh and the creases around his eyes stand
out, making him look even more adorable. As if his I-look-so-sexy-right-after-fucking-Orli
expression wasn't sexy enough. "Good. After the hell that was
filming the avalanche today, I really needed to just let loose."
"So does this mean we're back to kink? Or rather, that we're
balancing both regular sex and kink? Because I really like both and
I know that we can balance them. Besides, I don't want to stop being
your whore."
"I don't think you have anything to worry about there," he assures
me. "Do you really think *I'd* ever want you to stop being my whore?"
I blush furiously and pull the blankets up around us so we can get
cozy. "Um, not really."
"Look, we've figured out that we enjoy a lot of different kinds of
sex," Viggo tells me with a mischievous smile. "So I don't think
that it will be a real challenge for us to go back and forth between kinky
and vanilla."
"So on the nights when we feel like doing something kinky then we'll
do that, and on the nights when we feel like simply making love, we'll
opt for the vanilla road?" I ask him.
"Something like that. It'll work itself out; our libidos will
see to that. I'm sure that we'll get plenty of everything."
"Good. Because I need my spankings, you know."
Viggo snorts. "Yes, you've made your position on that matter
abundantly clear."
"Cheeky bastard."
"Do I need to get out your cock ring?" he threatens teasingly.
"I'll shut up now," I promise.
He laughs and kisses me again. "I'm just kidding, Orli."
"Cock ring humor? You're a weird sort, Viggo."
"Thank you."
"Bloody Christ, I can't believe you're my boyfriend," I laugh, wrapping
my arms around him. "An utterly insane, kinky, brilliant, sweet,
and sexy man -- how did I manage to hook you?"
Viggo grins. "You were yourself. That's all it took."
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