20. Chapter 20

Von's long legs eat up the pavement, and I'd tell him to slow down, but that would be counterproductive. Spending the day showing him the nonconventional touristy places felt incredible.

Watching him take in the sights reminded me of experiencing them for the first time. Von's entire demeanor changed. His sharp angles softened and his eyes were saucers, soaking in every detail.

The entire day created as much anticipation as foreplay. The light in his eyes, his excitement and wonder. His gratitude and affection. His lust for life.

The day did not prepare me for his visceral reactions and the effect it would have on me. And getting to witness his explosion of creativity was insane. Knowing I helped free his passion is intoxicating. I'm drunk on everything Von.

I left him at the restaurant last night because I was so conflicted. My trust took a huge hit and is slow to recover from his Page Seven outburst. His sincerity and offer to take me on a date overrode my instinct to reject him. I needed last night to get my head on straight.

I enjoy spending time with him, so I won't second-guess my decision to keep seeing him.

His sex crisis of conscience was endearing and also disconcerting. Now that I have Von in my life, I can't imagine not being friends with him. I'm not stupid. Sex could ruin it. Our sexuation is destined to burn to ash.

The ultimate outcome remains the same, but I'm not depriving either of us the opportunity to combust in a sex coma before that happens.

Assuming we're spending the night together, I text Em to open the shop for me so I don't have to rush out in the morning.

Von takes my hand and threads our fingers together while we're turning the corner into the alley to the entrance to his loft. His long fingers slot perfectly with mine. His grip is strong and comforting.

I've never thought holding someone's hand would increase the yearning of getting his body under mine, but it's sexy as hell. I get the impression that Von would throw me into a fireman's carry if he thought it would speed things along. The thought causes my steps to stutter, not because I don't like the idea, but because I do.

Since my ex, I've never let anyone lead a sexual encounter. So it's confusing that the thought of Von manhandling me would be fucking heaven. If we become a regular thing, maybe I'll let him fuck me. Maybe.

Von keys in his code, ushers us inside, and presses me up against the wall as he pushes the button for the elevator. His body covers mine, but he pulls his head back so he's staring into my eyes. Our breaths mingle and I can see his pulse throbbing in his neck. Before I can suck it, Von reads my mind and gives me better access. There are no doubts, only lust and aching desire.

Distantly, I realize we haven't spoken a word since I told him we're fucking. I've always been uncomfortable with silence, but it isn't awkward with Von.

The elevator opens, and Von backs me into it. When I hit the wall, his lips ghost over mine. It's not enough. I tip up for a proper kiss, but his body is pinning me in place.

"Are you okay?"

His sudden concern confuses me. "Besides the blue balls, fine." His sharp angles and low brow don't lift. "Why?"

"You haven't said a word the entire walk back. Second thoughts?" He's serious.

"Are you projecting?" I ask, fighting the urge to pull away.

"Alec, you're never quiet. If you're not talking, you're humming or something."

I felt we were communicating without words. Each expression, breath, and touch tells a story.

I want to read Von all night long.

But maybe this isn't that for him.

"I was trying very hard to listen to what you were saying without words." My head falls back and I'm suddenly nervous. Guys never make me nervous. "Your pace was telling me to hurry up and get my ass in gear. The glint in your eye said you were willing to make me move my ass, caveman style."

Finally, his brow lifts, and the sharp line of his jaw relaxes.

"And your hand in mine was a promise," I say, and Von's eyes are molten ice.

The elevator doors open, but neither of us moves.

"Yes." His lips ghost over mine with the word.

"Are you going to keep that promise or send me home with the aforementioned blue balls?" I hitch my hips up and he groans.

"You are such a j?vlar. ‘Aforementioned' sounds too fancy to say with ‘blue balls.'" Von bends his knees and picks me up, ducking as we exit the elevator so I don't hit my head. "I don't know if I should spank you or kiss you into the mattress." He sets me on my feet to open the door to his loft.

The vein has popped on his forehead and it gives me a thrill. We can still have the antagonizing banter and fuck. It's the perfect combination.

"Viking, you say the sweetest things." Mockingly, I fan myself to keep up the wisecracks and see how far I can push him.

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 to burn 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.

Watching my cock disappear into his taut ass while his lust-drunk eyes drink me in, flips a switch. I'm more animal than man, needing to claim him. Force him to take every inch of me until he explodes.

Grabbing his hips, I slam him up and down at a frenetic pace. He's so tight I can't hold out. Von sways, reaching for himself. I shake my head.

"You're going to come from my cock in your ass. Do. Not. Touch. Yourself."

Von's strangled moan spurs me on. I'm determined he'll come first. I change the angle and he's gone, shouting Swedish and English words jumbled together, spurting all over my stomach. The contraction of his inner muscles shred my last reserve and I fill the condom.

I want to see my cum leaking out of his ass.

Fuck, that would be beautiful.

By the look on Von's face, I've said it out loud.