“Who’s in bed with you Princess?” His question catches me completely off guard, as if him finger fucking my pussy wasn’t enough of a distraction that I can’t come up with a response quick enough. “Isaid,who’s been inmycunt today?”
Clearing my throat, my eyes hold steady with his. “What are you talking about Viking? No one’s here, I came home alone.”
“You’re naked under this shirt; your hair’s a fuckin’ mess, and your face had the just fucked look on it when you answered the door. Your friend here eating pussy again?”
Swallowing, my tears slow as I’m starting to understand why he just flipped out. A little, but now I can see how he would come to this conclusion.
“No, I haven’t been with anyone, just you last night.”
“I’ll be able to tell,” he retorts, his gaze dropping to my pebbled nipples.
“What? How?”
Viking slips his fingers free, showing them to me, covered in my wetness. “Like this.” He sticks the fingers in his mouth, sucking the juices off them completely. As he tastes each digit, his cock grows rock hard between us, digging into my belly.
The site of him so turned on from a small taste is insanely hot. My breaths quicken as his cheeks flush, tattling that he wants me very badly. After his fingers are clean, he drops his hands, lightly grasping my hips and I relax my cat claws that’ve probably drawn blood under his shirt.
“You swear she wasn’t licking on you?” he asks—his voice softer, normal—vulnerable. “I’m able to tell by your flavor; no man’s had you but me. I can’t tell, however, if she had her tongue on you.”
I damn near stutter, rushing to respond. “I promise, no one, not even Bethany. I was asleep when you knocked; that’s why I looked like that, and I always wear this to bed.”
A deep breath leaves him as his shoulders finally relax. I can smell myself on him, and it’s making me want to jump him.
“No one fingers, licks, or fucks this cunt but me now. You’remybitch.”
“Umm, no. I’m not anyone’s bitch.”
His eyebrow rises, staying perked up for a few moments as he holds me hostage, waiting for his argument.
“I claimed you last night in front of everyone. Like it or not, you’re my Ol’ Lady now. You belong to me.” He takes a step back as I desperately attempt to fabricate a response to justify why I’m not his Ol’ Lady, nor could I ever be. Opening my mouth, he interrupts, “I’ll give you space, but get your ass to the bar Thursday night. I’m going to have a few drinks, and then I’m eating that pussy for dessert.”
And I’m speechless.
“Wait a minute…you’retelling me he did all of that and then just left you there? He didn’t make you come first, say I’m sorry or anything?” Bethany’s mouth hangs open in shock.
We’re sitting on a small patio having lunch at a deli we like to eat at. I was filling her in on the whole Viking situation from yesterday when he overtook my apartment and then left me hanging.
Shaking my head, I take a sip of my bottled water.
“It happened exactly like I told you.”
“Jesus Christ,” she replies and takes a bite of her sandwich.
“I know. I pretty much froze up like an idiot.”
“I still can’t get over the fact he got you to shut up.” She snorts and I shoot her a glare. “What! It’s the truth, Prissy, and you know it. You have to be the most argumentative, loud-mouthed person I know. And I say that in a good way, take it as a compliment. You stand up for yourself and your beliefs.”
Rolling my eyes, I dip my sandwich in my loaded potato soup and take a huge bite.
“Good thing you have a big mouth; I bet Viking’s dick is huge.”
My hand flies up to cover my lips as I damn near choke at her words. She says some random crazy shit. Chewing my mouthful carefully, my eyes water as I swallow the food down and clear my throat.
“I almost just died right then. Don’t talk about his cock anymore.”
“You’re very much alive honey, and if you choke like that with his dick in your mouth, there’s no doubt he’ll shoot off like the Fourth of July.”
“Shush, tell me how it went with Nightmare.”