“Ever worn a pirate costume?”
That gives me pause. “Uh. What’s that?”
“Never mind. Vikings are basically pirates. Do you know what roleplay is?”
I hum and nod and suck a kiss into his neck.
“It would be sexy if we pretended I was a hostage of yours, captured during a raid.”
That sounds quite awful to me.
“A very sexy, virginal hostage who offers you the pleasure of his body in exchange for his survival.”
Desire heats the pit of my stomach. “Oh. And shall I take thisvirginalhostage aboard my ship now?”
Arlo whimpers when I rub my thumb over the head of his cock. “No. Another time. But can we have fun with the ropes now?”
“Where would we find such ropes?”
Arlo strokes and squeezes me, making my breath catch and my toes curl. “I bought some in case you said yes.”
“Then let’s put them to good use.” I hoist Arlo into my arms and carry him from the shower, grinning when his yelp of surprise becomes a laugh. I lay him in bed and give myself a moment to admire him. Fair skin and golden hair. A slender, sinewy build. His long cock curling against his stomach. “Gods, Lo, you’re beautiful.”
Arlo winks, his lips curling in a crooked smile that makes my blood burn for him. “Ropes are under the bed in a bag.”
“You’re sure about this?” I reach under, feeling until I find the bag. True to his word, there is a bundle of red rope I know will look lovely against his skin.
“I am,” he says and holds my gaze with an intensity that makes me shiver. “You’ve given me a lot the past few days. Time for me to do the same.”
“And what are you giving me? Aside from this?” I run my hand over his muscular stomach, smiling when he writhes under me.
“My trust.”
My breath catches.
Arlo’s throat bobs as he looks up at me. “Trust doesn’t come easy for me but… you’ve earned it. All I have to give.”
My eyes sting and it takes effort to swallow as my throat thickens. What have I done to deserve such a precious gift? There’s so much I want to say, and none of it feels good enough,so I capture his lips with mine and pour everything I have into this kiss.
“I’ll treasure it,” I whisper against his lips. Tearing open the packaging, I unwind the rope. When Arlo holds out his hands, I wrap it around his wrists and tighten it. “How’s that feel? Comfortable?”
Arlo strains against the rope and smiles. “Perfect. Now, make me beg for it.”
Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, I set about doing just that. I go slow, brushing my mouth along his jawline. My hand rasps over his chest, pinching a dusky nipple between my fingers. Arlo groans, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. I suckle on his other nipple, tugging gently with my teeth, enjoying the way he arches into me. His cock rubs against my stomach, hard and throbbing.
With a low whine, Arlo thrusts against me, but I grab his hip and hold him down. “Don’t you move,” I command. “I’ll give you everything you need, love.”
The endearment slips from my lips so naturally that it startles me. I’m grateful my face is tucked against Arlo’s chest so he can’t see the shock surely present there. I haven’t called anyonelove.Not since—
I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on pressing kisses down Arlo’s stomach. The whimper that comes out of him when I nip his hip bone helps pull me back into the moment. I purposefully ignore his cock for now, kissing and nuzzling my beard against his inner thighs.
“Goddess, Gunnar,” Arlo moans, squirming under me.
A smile curls my mouth. “Patience.”
“Can’t,” Arlo whines. “Want your mouth on me. Now.”
“Oh? Like this?” I press my lips to the base of his cock, grinning when his entire body jolts.
