NERTHUS
“Why are you whispering?” He says nonchalantly, and I roll my eyes, wetting my lips.
“Arawn. There is someone in the house. Before you came, someone tried to get me outside and messed with the trash. As I wanted to get back in, the door was open! Whoever they are, they are in here.” I answer in a whisper-shout.
His rumbling laughter has me jumping. Literally.
“It was you then.” I hit him playfully. “You asshole.”
“No.” He says, still chuckling.
“What?”
“There is absolutely someone here.”
“What’s funny? Are you fucking psycho?”
“Yeah.” He simply states, laughing again.
Raising back up to his full high, he opens his leather jacket, showing me his left side.
“Take it.”
I take a step forward automatically, just to flinch back at the sight of it and cross my arms. “Nuh-uh. I’m not touching that thing.”
“Nerthus!”
Clicking my tongue, I reach for his gun, pulling it out of his holster.
“Why did I not see that before?”
“Because I take it off before I meet you. The lights distracted me.”
“Oh.” I turn the gun in my hand and lay it on the sink table. “OK.”
Checking his appearance, I tilt my head at him.
“We should get you out of your clothes. Did you bring a change with you?”
“Am I your husband?”
“What has that to do with the possibility that you might bring a change? Especially if you stalk a woman, following her into the mountains.”
“I didn’t bring a change, Nerthus.”
Groaning, I let my shoulders slump. “OK. Stay here. I’ll check the cabin and secure the doors, and then I’ll run you a bath. My boss has a washing machine in the garage. We need to get rid of all the particles of the spray, or it will irritate your skin.”
“Your boss?”
“Yeah. It’s her cabin.”
He sighs without saying anything more. Taking the gun from the sink carefully, I open the door of the bathroom slowly. As I look around, I notice that the door has been opened again.
Maybe they left?
I reach the door with fast steps and close it quickly. After taking a deep breath of relief, I proceed to check all doors and windows without finding any intruders.
Thank God.
Entering the bathroom, I close the door behind me before I start filling the tube with warm water.
“Seems like they went away.”
“What a surprise.” He scoffs, seemingly disappointed that there wasn’t some Texas showdown.
“What do you mean?”
“They surely observed you and saw that you were alone. As soon as I stepped into the picture, sprayed or not, they chose to retreat. A man always ruins the fun for the creeps.”
“Not only for the creeps.” I whisper, checking the temperature with my finger. Getting up, I step between Arawn’s legs and start opening his shirt.
“I have to thank you again, I guess.”
“I’ll just add it to the list.” I giggle as I pull his shirt and jacket off his shoulders.
“Stand up, I’ll help you get out of your pants.”
He grins and stands up, gloating as I pull his pants and briefs down. I smile to myself as I get him to step out of them.
Such a child.
As soon as he soaks into the warm water, he groans pleasurefully, leaning his head back on the board.
“How’s the temperature?” I ask with a chuckle.
“Perfect.” He grumbles, still enjoying the soothing water.
“Come here.” He says, moving his hand out of the water as if wanting to reach me.
“Let me put your clothes into the washing machine, and I’ll join you.” He lifts one of his pads up to look at me and I slap his hand. “Don’t!”
Saying that I have a bad feeling as I step out into the garage to start a load would be an incredible understatement. I’m practically hyperventilating as I start the program for the washing machine. As I run back to the bathroom, I only let go of the breath I was holding as I have closed the door behind me.
“Everything alright?” Arawn asks in an annoyed tone, his head tilted at me.
“Yeah. Yeah.”
“Hurry up, then.”
I can’t help the smile growing on my face and I undress quickly to get into the tube. I take a washcloth from the shelf next to the tube before I lower myself on his lap, straddling him. As I wash his face gently, freeing him from any residue of the spray, he squeezes my thighs soothingly.
“Don’t worry. I got you.”
“Huh?” I stop to look at him for a moment and he grins. “Even if you blinded me.”
I feel like paralyzed as it is the first time I hear those words. Well, not really the first time. I have surely heard them from Gigi or Jenna, but in some way, hearing them coming out of his mouth, hits me harder than expected. Tearing myself out of my trance, I continue to wash his face and neck. I drive my hand through his hair and I must admit that it is turning me on more than it should.
He groans, lifting his head to bury it between my breasts.
“This feels nice.” He says, pressing a kiss on my skin. I keep myself from gasping as he travels up, nibbling on my skin.
“So many dirty thoughts.” His deep chuckle travels through me, making my skin cover in goose bumps.
“The spray must induce hallucinations.” I say, trying to regulate my breathing. As one of his hands travels up to grope my ass, he entangles the other into my hair, his lips continuing to explore my skin. By the moment he gets up to my neck, I’m clutching onto the boarder of the tube, to keep me from moaning. But I fail miserably, increasing my wetness drastically.
“Arawn?” I try to stop him, as there is still something I wanted to address. But he simply hums, continuing to savor my skin in relish.
“Arawn, we still have to talk about my clients.”
“Your clients?” He bites into my skin, making me gasp.
“Are you missing them?”
“Not really.” I gulp, feeling his grip getting tighter. “But I risked being laid off.”
“And?”
“And what? I risk losing my job!” I want to break from his grip, but he holds me back.
“Lose it then.” He growls against my skin, making me shudder.
“What?”
“I already told you. I’ll pay you enough, and you can’t make any other appointments as you have to be ready for me.”
“This…” With a swift movement, he has lifted himself out of the tube, dragging me with him. He tugs my hair, positioning me perfectly for him to talk directly into my ear.
“You fight so hard against it, even if your body already knows better.”
I try to push myself off him, but there is no avail. “You can’t decide that for me!”
“There is where you are wrong, beautiful!” He chuckles lowly, having shivers running up and down my spine. “How wet are you for me now?”
“Not at all!” I lie, gulping as another of his hums travels through me.
“Let’s put it to a test, shall we?” Before I can wrap my thoughts around what he just said, he has already lifted me up slightly to make me descend slowly on his cock.
“Ah.” He groans, a smirk playing on his lips. “I wouldn’t even have to go this slow seeing how wet you are.” Pushing down the urge to moan loudly, I wrap my arms around his neck.
“You are such an asshole.”
“I know.” He chuckles, before he pushes me further down, making me swallow him entirely. My scream of pleasure echoes through the bathroom, mixing with his approving groan.
“Move!” He growls, making me catch my breath, and I start moving up and down on him.
“Fuck!” Letting go of his tight grip on me, he seems to enjoy it as he throws his head back. While I hold myself up on the surrounding walls, I increase my rhythm, our moans of pleasure mixing with each other. My brain seems to be totally lust-fogged as I realize that he isn’t wearing a condom, but still can’t seem to find the resolve to stop myself. Just as the thought has crossed my mind, he grabs my hair again, pulling me closer. “I want to come inside of you. Let me fill you.”
I nod, my sanity slipping away from me definitely as I cum on his cock. “Yes! Yes!”
Sensing him smirk against my skin, he wraps his arms around me, to lift me to the other side of the tube. I gasp as my back hits the cold tiles of the board and look up to see him taking off his pads. “Don’t hit me again. I just want to see you for a second.”
I can’t even retort on that as he starts pounding into me immediately, taking my breath away. Feeling the rough edges of the tiles scraping against my back, I bury my nails into his hard abs as he thrusts into me fiercely.
“Oh, God!” I moan as I reach another high and feel him tense as my pussy clamping down on his cock working me, has its effect on him as well.
“Fuck!” He shouts before he tenses, slamming into me one last time, coating my insides with his cum.
“Fucking amazing!” He breathes out before he pulls me up to drag me into the water with him. I slip off him gently and lean onto him as we catch our breaths.
“I will do it.” I say, sensing his questioning look without having to look up. “I don’t need any other client.”
The way his laughter has my heart sing, preoccupies me, but I will cross that bridge when the time comes.
“Good girl.” He says, pressing his lips against my temple.