Gunnar’s eyes go wide. “Really?”
His flustered expression is charming. “There are benefits to worshipping a goddess of fertility. Sex itself is an act of worship. Freya will be pleased, and I’ll recover my magic much faster.”
The apprehension melts from Gunnar’s face, his eyes darkening. “Oh. Then I guess I had better take you. Here, now. For the goddess.”
A chuckle rolls off my tongue. “For the goddess,” I agree and gasp when he wrenches my jeans and underwear down in one tug. The low growl that rumbles from his chest when he sets his eyes on my leaking cock makes me feel like the perfect prey.
Leaning down, Gunnar runs the flat of his tongue up the length of my cock.
“Fuck.” I whimper, grabbing a handful of his hair.
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Good?”
“No, it’s horrible.”
He snorts, then digs his tongue into my slit. My hips bow off the mattress as I let out a strangled cry. Precum pumps from the tip, and Gunnar licks it away, humming at the taste. I lie perfectly still and let him explore my cock with curious, eager licks. When he takes me deep into his hot, wet mouth, tongue rubbing the underside of my cock, I want to scream from how good it feels.
I couldn’t have imagined Gunnar, big and brooding Gunnar, would be the one on his hands and knees sucking my cock. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and he’s going to make me come.
“Gunnar, stop. Goddess, stop.”
He pulls off, eyes wide. “Sorry. I’m sorry. What did I do?”
I cover my mouth so I don’t laugh. It doesn’t work. “Oh, sweetheart. Nothing except almost make me blow my load down your throat.”
Gunnar’s shoulders loosen, a proud smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “Been a while?”
“Shut up.”
“It’s all right. It’s been some time for me, too.”
I toss him a smirk. “Still remember where everything goes, I hope?”
His eyes darken. Licking two fingers, he slides them past my balls and pets the soft skin of my entrance. I bite my lip to keep my composure, but when the tips of those thick fingers slide into me, I fall apart. “Fuck. Yes. Give me more.”
“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Leaning over, I throw open the top drawer of my bedside table, fingers fumbling for the lube in the very back. I toss it at him. “Put some of that on your fingers.”
Gunnar frowns but obeys, eyes lighting up with understanding. “It’s slick.” He runs his fingers over my entrance, cold and slippery with lube.
“Oh, that’s freezing,” I whine, but I cease to care when he slides his fingers back inside. The pressure and fullness make me bite my lip, eyes rolling back in bliss. “Fuck, darling. That’s so good.”
Gunnar’s lips curl into a smile as he begins to work his fingers in and out of my body. My cock throbs against my stomach, leaking a sticky trail over my skin. Gunnar frowns, angling his fingers, searching. When he finds my prostate, I cry out, then quickly cover my mouth.
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, but the humor disappears when I start to stroke my cock in time to the thrust of his fingers. Gunnar’s eyes darken. “Gods, you’re beautiful.”
I beckon him closer, and he falls into my arms, consuming my lips with a hunger that leaves me breathless. It’s so much, so perfect, but it’s not enough. “Need you to fuck me,” I say between gasps.
A low growl escapes him, and then he’s sitting up, pulling his shirt off, tugging at his trousers. His thick cock bobs against his stomach, and though I’ve had a lot of cocks in my life, I can’t help but feel a little intimidated. He’s certainly the largest man I’ve ever been with. Good thing I’m more than up for the challenge.
Still, when he looms over me, I can’t help but feel small and vulnerable. Leaning down, Gunnar presses a kiss to my mouth. “Turn over for me,” he says.
Heart thudding in anticipation, I roll onto my stomach and push a pillow under my hips, holding on tight to another. My breath hitches when the blunt head of his cock bumps against me, then into me. My mouth goes slack, and I’m incapable of words as he stretches me, filling me so completely I imagine I’ll be feeling him for hours.
Gunnar lets out a choked gasp, gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Gods, Lo. You feel so good.” He pulls back, then pushes in, deeper this time.
Gunnar angles his hips, striking my prostate, and I have to bite the pillowcase to muffle the shameless sound that comes out of me. Needing more, I thrust back against him, pleased when he snarls, “Fuck.”
