Page 108 of Top Shelf

I grab the condom from him and tear it open while he shoves his jeans the rest of the way down. His cock is hard and flushed, precum shining at the tip as I lick my lips. He moves toward me, and I roll the condom down him with both hands, watching his face as I do until his jaw tightens and his hand slides into my hair. “Heidi.”

“Did you like watching me make myself come on your chest?”

His eyes bore into mine. “Yes.”

“Good.” I lean down to kiss the head of him through the latex, and his hips jerk. “Now make me come on your cock.”

He pushes me backward on the bed, then grabs my hips and turns me over before I have time to do anything more than laugh. I go to my hands and knees without hesitation, because I know what I want and I’m done being subtle. Behind me, air leaves him in a low curse as his hands settle on my hips.

“You like me like this?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.

“I like every angle of you.”

Then he leans forward to push inside me slowly. A hand presses between my shoulder blades to lower me onto my forearms, and the stretch of him steals the breath from me. He’s big, even with how wet I am, and the first deep thrust makes both of us stop.

“Okay?” he asks, voice strained.

“More than okay.” I rock back against him with a nod. “Fuck me, Karlsson.”

He thrusts in deep, fast and hard enough to make the bed creak, with his hand moving to my hip to steady me. I grip the sheets, cheek pressed to the mattress, each one of his grunts and moans making me wetter.

“Tell me,” he pants. “How good am I making you feel.”

“So fucking good.” I fist the sheet with a gasp. “You like hearing it, don’t you? Like knowing how much I love taking every inch.”

His fingers flex against my skin, and I push back onto him, smiling when his rhythm stutters and rough, Swedish words tear out of him.

“That sounded filthy.”

“It was.”

His hand slides from my hip, and before I can ask what he’s doing, he pulls out just long enough to turn me beneath him. My back hits the mattress and he spreads my thighs, pushing inside me again with a deep stroke that steals whatever smart comment I had ready.

“Fuck!”

Rough lips close over my nipple while his thrusts grow faster, teeth grazing hard enough to make my back arch beneath him. I drag my fingers through his hair, breathing his name when he sucks away the sting, then lifts his head and looks down at me.

“Open your mouth.”

Heat rolls through me as I obey, and his eyes stay on mine while he spits onto my tongue. My pussy clenches around him so hard his next thrust pauses and a rough sound leaves his throat.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” I say on a desperate nod as I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, and pull him down until his mouth is almost touching mine. “Do it again when you make me come.”

He hums so low it sounds like a growl as he closes the distance and kisses me. A whimper leaves me as his thumb finds my clit between us, rubbing slowly while he fucks me with heavy, measured strokes the slap loudly through the room. I hook my leg tighter around his hip and slide my free hand down his back, over the hard curve of his ass, fingers digging in to pull him closer.

His breath catches, and I do it again, slowly kneading his ass beneath my palm while his mouth brushes my jaw. His hips lose their rhythm for half a beat, and the sound he makes is almost dragged out of him against his will.

“Please,” he moans.

My hand moves lower, tracing the line between his cheeks, and Viktor’s head drops beside mine. His breath is hot and less controlled against my neck, and when I stroke over his ass again his cock pulses hard inside me.

“Heidi, fuck.”

“What do you need, Viktor?”

His hips keep moving, shallow and helpless. “Please, min fru.”