44. Chapter 44

Gripping the mirror frame, I bend and widen my legs as far as possible in the skirt.

Von's expression has gone feral and I feel completely desired. A lover watching his warrior Viking drop to his knees because I'm wearing a silk skirt for him. I will absolutely, without a doubt, wear lots of tiny skirts to drive my man insane.

Von licks the tat on my hip. "You licked it, so that means you have to keep it." In my head, it sounded wisecracky, but my voice is breathy and longing.

He growls at my side.

In the mirror, I can watch his tongue lap at the pre-cum on my skirt. I could look down, but watching in the mirror feels shameless and naughty.

Von works my cock over with his mouth, the silk clinging to my skin as if it's made of red silk. He flips the back of the skirt over my ass and walks on his knees behind me, then his magnificent tongue opens me and then fucks me.

"I want to fuck you in this skirt." He groans into my cheeks.

"We'll ruin it." But I'm dying for it.

There's no one else I'd trust with my body the way I trust Von. He fills me with pleasure when I submit as if my needs are more important than his. Sex with him isn't only physical. He has me—heart, body, and soul. He's love in the purest form.

"I'll buy you a hundred more so we can ruin all of them."

"Fill me with your cum." My head falls forward onto the mirror. "I'm so close." If I hadn't fucked him less than an hour ago, I would've blown already.

Von sits back on his heels, grabs my balls in one hand, and twists.

"Unghh." The pain forces sound out of me.

Von stands behind me again with zero apology and grabs the lube he'd set on the bed. Damn Viking is too sexy for me to think of a snarky reply. He's infuriating and better hurry the fuck up.

"Have patience." He chuckles, applying lube to his cock.

Von, my man of action, doesn't speak as he lines up and thrusts halfway in. Blowing out a breath, I listen to his Swedish murmurs in my ear. My body is quick to adjust like Von's words are controlling my ass's reaction. A few more slow strokes and I'm craving more, pushing back hard enough that he steadies himself with the dresser to our right.

Von's fire blue eyes scrutinize me in the mirror and I tug the waistband of the skirt so he can see all my tats for him. He bites my shoulder and my hulking, soccer playing, gorgeous man bends his legs into a squat position to fuck up into me. The change of angle lights up my prostate, causing my knees to actually go weak, but Von holds me up with his cock.

"Tell me you're mine," he demands.

"Always, yours." The words are my truth and I hope he hears my vow beyond the physical connection.

"No one else ever touches you after today." Von thrusts so deep he might come out of my throat and I'm moaning like a cock slut. "I. Don't. Share." He punctuates every word with his hips and I'm gone.

Groaning his name so loud the neighboring farm can probably hear—and any paps if they're staking out the farm. Von bands his arm around my middle and fills me with his hot seed. I want to live in this moment for the rest of my life. My body has become sparks of his flame, every nerve ending lit up with pleasure.

"You'll never have to share me, Viking. And I'm not sharing you either." I pant.

"Jag ?r f?r alltid din." His hand snakes up my torso to grip my neck, and his thumb turns my jaw so we can kiss.

My skirt is covered in cum. There's a bite mark on my shoulder. I'm wrecked in the best way possible. I used to think bottoming was submissive. Von was right, my sexuality was mixed up.

Giving myself to him is such a powerful act of trust. And damn, if I'd known how good he could make me feel, I would've begged him to fuck me long before he did.

"My Swedish isn't that good yet." I suck the air from his mouth into mine.

"I am forever yours, Alec Ivy. Now be good so I can clean you up." He straightens so I'm standing up and places my hands back on the frame. "I love you." He kisses the side of my head and in a blink, he viciously withdraws his cock but replaces it with his tongue.

Knowing I'm the only man who Alec let fill him with cum is thrilling. He's turned me into a possessive caveman, and I love it because he loves it. No man"s seed will touch him if I have my way. I'm the one he trusts, and it's a gift I won't take for granted.

My mouth surrounds his hole so I can taste myself in him and my eyes roll back in my head. I lean back, watching my cum leak out of his ass. His release drips down to cover his balls, and I lick it up. He groans as the motion forces his sensitive cock upward, trapped in the skirt"s material. More cum pools in the material and I scoop it out to rub on my cock.

Alec's brown eyes take in the motion in the mirror as he inhales sharply, knees bending. I'm not sure what his intention is, but I stop his movements and suck the last of my load dripping from his hole. Then I allow him to sit on my thighs.

Gripping his chin, I kiss him and force my cum into his mouth with my tongue. Alec swallows greedily, turning to straddle me. Our mouths devour each other. My air is his and his is mine.

Alec is the sun in my life, and I never want to live without him.

"Mitt hj?rta, min skatt, mitt liv, mitt allt." I profess he's my heart, my treasure, my life, my everything, and he becomes liquid in my arms.

I hear the fabric rip as Alec's legs circle my waist. The expensive skirt was the best money I ever spent on a wear-once piece of clothing.

"Let's go to bed." I pick him up in my arms.

"We should shower so we don't wreck the bed." Alec's arms loop around my neck.

"I want to smell like you, and I want my cum to soak into your skin to live in your body." I use one arm to pull the covers back and lie down so he's on top of me.

"Jesusfuckingchrist, hell, Viking. You're so filthy I could not love you more. You say I have a mouth on me, but yours has gone X-rated and I'm here for it all day, all night long." Alec props his head on his elbow so we're eye to eye.

"Neither one of us is leaving this bed for days."

"Then you better order a new bed, baby. This thing is lumpy and old and I don't think the frame can handle what we're going to put it through."

"Done."