Page 49 of The Truth of Our Past

An uncharacteristic smirk twitches on Von’s lips the second before he bends, and I’m upended, thrown over his shoulder in an actual fireman’s carry with a smack on my ass. “Behave or I won’t let you fuck me.”

“Cocky.” I wrap my arms around his waist so I can bite his ass in retaliation. We both groan.

He dumps me on his bed and falls on top of me. “You’re the cocky one, like a black pot.” His eyes are blue fire and I long toburn in them. I don’t even bother to correct his misuse of the American saying. That will only delay getting my cock in his ass.

Which reminds me. “I have a present for you.”

Von’s eyebrows rise in an unspoken question.

“In my pants.” I dramatically sweep my hand down my body.

“Your body parts are a present for me?” He rolls half off me, tugging my zipper and biting his lip. I surge up to remove his lip from his teeth with my own. We get distracted kissing until I settle back with my arms folded under my head, waiting for his reaction.

I start to perspire, but I’ve committed to this.

I feel as much as I hear Von’s sharp intake of breath when he sees what I’m wearing. His eyes are wide and the fire has turned into an inferno.

“You…these…me?” He stammers and my skin breaks out in goose bumps, knowing I made him speechless. He’s clumsy in his rush to get my pants off to uncover them. I chose a pair of black silk briefs laced up the front with pink strings tied into a bow at the top.

“Are you going to unwrap it?” My cock is straining against the ties, trying to break out and get the attention it craves.

Von’s large hands grip my hips and his thumbs caress the silk close enough to my cock I hiss but not close enough for any relief. In slow motion, he leans forward and runs his nose over my length, inhaling. My hand lands on the back of his head, pushing his face down so I can grind up on him.

Von shakes his head to loosen my grip and licks one of the pink ties into his mouth, securing it between his teeth. His head tips back painstakingly slow, so the bow gives way, loosening the ties and releasing my cock. With eyes capable of scorching me and the pink string in his mouth, Von is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My cock aches for him, weeping and jealous of the tie in his mouth.

“Best present.” Von’s hands slide under me to massage my ass cheeks through the silk while unstringing the ties with his mouth, pausing to lick my pre-cum.

“They’re only for you.” Von is tactile. He likes to explore things through touch, and I won’t lie––I’m jonesing for his undivided attention and hands on me. It’s an aphrodisiac to watch the stern, tightly wound man lose his shit over sexy underwear and me.

“I am mad at you.” Von sucks me into his mouth, then pops off. “You hid my present all day.”

“Next time, I’ll show you in church.” I card my fingers through his hair and twist the soft strands around and around.

Von looks me dead in the eyes and says, “I will christen it with you. I am not religious.”

Fuuuuuck.

That does it. I’m on the edge and my hands itch to touch him. “My turn.” I coax him off me and remove his clothes. My fingers trace over the tattoo near his hip, and I press my lips to it, certain there’s more to the story because his body is mostly unmarked.

It occurs to me that we didn’t discuss supplies and I only have a single condom in my wallet.

“Supplies are in the drawer.” He adds mind-reader to his list of positive traits as he points.

I reach over and fish lube and a condom out of the drawer. Instead of laying him out, I prop myself up on the pillow and maneuver him to straddle my lap, popping open the lid and coating my fingers. I can’t take my eyes off his uncut cock. This is not the time for experimenting. We’re both too on edge.

“Fuck me while I ride you. I need to know you’re here. With me,” he says, and I agree, teasing his rim agonizingly slow. The need to see my cock disappear into his ass overwhelms me, while I stroke his uncut cock.

“I’m going to torture you, then fuck you into your mattress so you feel me for days.”

Von’s nodding and needy because we’ve been edging all damn day. I sink a finger in up to my knuckle and he fucks himself on it. “Christ, Viking.”

“Please,” he begs and I add another finger. I’m in awe of how sensual he looks riding my hand. He growls ferociously as my fingers leave his body.

Von rips the condom open, suits me up, and adds more lube. Gotta love a man who’s more action than talk in bed. He lowers himself onto me and between the heat of his hole and the sight of his ass taking my cock—I see stars.

His back arches, leaning back so his hands grasp my shins. We find an immediate rhythm as if we’ve done this a hundred times and already know each other’s bodies. My body reacts to his in a dance made for pleasure.

Von rides me with the finesse of a bull rider, and I don’t know where to look. His sharp features softened in ecstasy, his hair flowing over his shoulders, the muscles in his goddamn thighs, or the sight I’ve been craving, my cock giving him the gratification he’s hungry for.

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