26. Chapter 26

"You know, my place is closer." I take Von's hand and thread our fingers together. "If you're interested in that."

I've never brought a guy to my place to fuck, but it feels right bringing Von.

"I'm canceling the Uber." Von uses his free hand to pull out his phone, almost dropping it.

"In a hurry?" My face splits into a wide smile, knowing I'm the one who turns Von from calm and controlled into hot and frenzied. The vein in his forehead is back to normal. When he was on the verge of sparring with Jayce, the thing had a pulse of its own.

Von's piercing blue eyes light up my senses. "Get us a ride to your place," he growls.

It's surreal he chose me. Of all the people in the world, he could have anyone, and he wants me.

"It's faster to walk." I lead him across the street in the crisp air and tuck into his side for warmth. I'm doing my best to match his long strides and quick pace. Von lets go of my hand to wrap his arm around my waist, but it slows us down. We silently agree that speed is our goal.

My phone buzzes, and I blow out a breath.

"Everything okay?"

"Em says he's fine and not to worry, but..." I sigh.

"How are you doing after the situation with Madyson and Jayce?"

"You mean how my Viking came for battle, and it was so sexy it tempted me to fuck you right there?" With Von's sidelong glance, I'm certain he won't drop it. "Eh, I've been avoiding a confrontation with Mads so I wouldn't upset her, and then I went all in and said things that hurt. But I told her the truth. Honestly, I'm more worried for Em than her. And I'm over Jayce's alpha protector bullshit."

Von takes in a deep breath calming himself. "So you think it's sexy when I do it for you, but not when Jayce puts himself in the middle of you and Madyson?"

"Exactly. Don't care if it's hypocritical." I spot a few paparazzi on the corner and drop Von's hand. "Next block, three paps. Probably staking out the club. I'd be surprised if they take their eyes off their target to take our picture, but it's your call how to play this." Von hates the invasion of privacy and speculation with Lars, so I won't subject him to more if I can prevent it.

Von slows his pace and focuses on me. "My issue with the paparazzi is the lies and stories they invent. I know as a former public figure, I will be photographed sometimes. Do you mind? It would be both of us, and it's possible that you will be called unknown man."

He rakes a hand through his hair, and I can tell he wants to tie it up. "That can be humiliating. Or so I've been told."

"Then you've been misinformed. Being photographed with the hottest man on the planet and keeping my privacy. Win. Win." Half my mouth turns up, uncertain of his thoughts.

Von seizes my wrist and brings my palm to his lips. "The love potion I slipped in your drink must be working."

A laugh bursts from my gut, delighting Von and breaking the tension. "I was wondering why I had love on the brain. You cursed me." Using the word love is a rock in my stomach. It's a joke. Only a joke. So why are my insides agitated, thinking the L-word is real?

Von's smiling from ear to ear. "Curse, blessing. What's your saying, tomato or potato?"

We're in front of my building, but I'm laughing too hard to put the key in the oversized lock. I don't have a doorman, but this door is impenetrable. "Viking," I choke out between laughs, "it's toe-ma-toe or ta-ma-toe. Or poe-ta-toe or pa-ta-toe. I'll give you an A for effort." I finally unlock the door and get him up to my apartment.

When the door closes behind us, Von says, "Let me earn an A for effort for––how do you say it––dicking you down." His body covers mine and my need surges up.

We're kissing and I envision fucking him bent over my couch, but I also want him in my bed to take my time. Von chooses for me. He scans my apartment and since it's New York, there's not much to see. A galley kitchen with an island, a small living room with a couch, TV, coffee table, and large window with a view of a brick wall. He spots the two open doors. The bathroom and bedroom. Von hustles me toward the bedroom, and I decide that I'll fuck him over the couch tomorrow morning.

He ducks into the bathroom to cleanup, then I take my turn.

Von's brow is low, crowding his serious eyes. "Your muscles are tense. Let me work you loose." Von palms my ass, grinding us together.

He's being thoughtful. Responsible. I'm reckless and out of my comfort zone. He's loosening up and showing his sense of humor by using the L-word. I'm not going to read too much into it and fuck up the perfect sexuationship. We've moved beyond a simple sexuation.

Von steps back, but his hands cup my shoulders. "We don't have to do anything tonight if you're uncomfortable."

Looking into his sincere bottomless blue eyes, I realize I'll follow wherever he wants to take me. It's terrifying and electrifying.

"It's fine, ?lskling." Von wraps his arms around my waist. "You lead."

For the first time ever, taking control feels like a weakness instead of power. I'll be admitting I'm broken if I can't relax and enjoy what he's offering.

It shouldn't be hard.

It shouldn't be a difficult decision.

My instinct is to undress Von, but if I'm letting him lead, I have to show him I mean it. When I start to strip, his breath hitches. "You gonna do this, or do I have to?"

Von slaps my hands away from the button on my jeans and takes over. His concern evaporates in a lust haze, and I vow to lose myself in the cravings.

When we're naked, Von throws me on the bed as if he's truly a Viking, intent on conquering me. As I bounce, a giggle slips out, and I do it again to see Von flush and his cock jump at the sound. I catalog that Von likes the softer side of me that I don't let other people see.

A naked Von straddles me as I'm face down, massaging my shoulders and back. He's working to keep his weight off me, but his erection pokes me. "Put all your weight on me. So I feel every inch of you." I moan when his ass, balls and cock settle on my lower back.

"I need all your sounds." Von's voice is guttural.

My sounds make his cock twitch, and I'm pushing up, forgetting my tight muscles. Sliding under him, his balls drag along my back and I'm done. I nearly buck him off to seek more, but his large hand splays between my shoulder blades, holding me down.

"I've got you." He nudges my legs wider to settle between them, then runs his tongue through my crack.

Von pinning me on the bed is ungodly erotic. Not claustrophobic or forcibly trapped.

Knowing it's him feels safe. Everything in me loosens.

He pulls my ass cheeks apart, spears me with his tongue, and I grind myself on his face. I'm clawing at the sheets, rocking back on him. It's not enough even though he's licking me as if he's trying to imprint himself on me. I'm determined to make this last.

Either I said that out loud or he's a master at reading my body. He eases back and trails kisses in a methodical pattern up one side of my body and down the other. Goose bumps follow in the wake of his lips. He flips me over as if I weigh nothing.

His luminous eyes are eating me alive. I'm frozen in his piercing gaze. We're communicating again without words. He's all predator, crawling up my body, smashing his lips on mine. He's devouring me, and I'm putty in his hands.

His hair tickles my skin and he must know I love it because he straddles me and flips it over his head so it tickles my belly. It's the most delicious torture. Von rains more kisses across my stomach and nipples, continuing up my jaw to my temple, then presses our foreheads together so his hair is a curtain around us. His lips are featherlight and I can't imagine ever kissing anyone else.

"Von," I rasp, my voice hoarse with lust. "Do you…do you want to pick out something for me to wear?" I watch his confusion and then his eyes light with fire.

"Please." His voice begs like I didn't offer and there's a chance it might not happen.

I rise and Von scrambles off me to allow me to get off the bed. I go over to the dresser and open the top drawer. Von's hands hug my hips, his head resting on my shoulder as he peers into the drawer.

His breathing hitches, fingers tightening on my flesh. If he were anyone else, I'd be worried that he hasn't spoken, but I know he's not one for frivolous words.

"Go ahead." I step aside to let him paw through the choices.

His serious face concentrates as he rubs the fabric of each pair of underwear. He's touching the ones he's drawn to but will make his choice based on the texture of the material. He sorts a few to the side—he likes the silk. There's a bag with mangerie still wrapped in the store's tissue paper. I swallow hard. It's different from the others.

Von holds the leather straps up, turning it to figure out how it's worn. I take it from him and wordlessly drape it over my body to give him the full effect.

His fingers trace the straps and circle the silver grommets. "This is…" He trails off but there is no mistaking his desire.

We've been naked together and I've let him touch and lick every part of me, but somehow this makes me feel exposed and nervous. "I've never worn it."

"Will you wear it for me?" Von's hand strokes my cheek in a gesture that eases the tension in my gut.

"If you put it on me." I hold it out, glad my hands aren't shaking.

It's a complicated series of straps and I show him the hidden buckles and together we strap me in. It's a tight fit, and he stretches the leather around my arms, legs, and torso. Von dresses me with precision and tenderness. He's adoring me with every touch and my hard cock doesn't want to be wrestled into the outfit. The head pokes out fiery red, dying to be stroked or licked or buried in Von's ass.

Von's chest heaves as he takes me in. "Do you know how beautiful you look, ?lskling?" When I shake my head, he leads me to the bathroom mirror. My skin is flushed, pupils blown wide. I hardly recognize myself. The leather circles my arms and shoulders and crisscrosses over my torso, attaching to the front of the thong which wraps around my legs to my bare ass.

My lungs aren't taking in enough air and my heart is skipping beats, then beating out of my chest. It shocks me that I"m allowing Von to see my collection of underwear and dress me.

"You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Von"s hands reverently caress my body like he's satisfied with simply touching me. "Will you fuck me with this on?"

I groan in agreement. The front pouch is detachable, so we can free my cock while the rest of my body is bound in leather.

"You are the fantasy I didn't know to dream up. No one can compare to you." Von pulls me backward so he can grind his erection on my ass. "I got so incredibly lucky."

I choke on the absurdity of his statement. "You're the fantasy," I argue.

Von stares at me in the mirror. "Do you have a fantasy about me?"

"Of course," I sputter. How could I not––the man is a walking wet dream.

"Then that's how you'll fuck me."

It's a dream. Not only the act but his desire to fulfill my fantasy.

We're an aggressive mess of mouths, teeth, arms, and legs. Von doesn't say a word as he slides both hands under my ass, massaging me until I unclench. He dips his head slowly, waiting for my permission. My knees go wide to give him room and access to my ass. My leaking cock is begging to be set free. But he doesn't. Instead, he pushes the leather aside, nuzzling and sucking my balls while inhaling deeply in my pubic hair. The bliss on his face is sexy as hell.

Von works my body knowing exactly what will take me to the edge but not tip me over.

I love it.

I hate it.

Make it last forever.

I need to come.

"Oh, ?lskling, your expression is half murderous and half begging."

I curse myself for not googling Swedish words. Specifically, terms of endearment. To learn the definition of the word and call him something endearing in his native language.

He has a plan and my job is to take whatever he gives me. No one has ever been so intent on my pleasure. It's exhilarating. Part of me wants to hide from his watchful eyes. But I'm transfixed by his feral lust, and he wouldn't let me hide anyway.

"More," I wail, beyond embarrassment.

Von licks my tip, frees my cock, and gives me everything I beg for.