NERTHUS
My eyes widen as he stands next to a motorbike, handing me a motorbike helmet. “Here.”
“What?!”
“My men have families too, you know?!”
I take a little step from one side to the other before I put the helmet on and get up behind him.
“Hold on tight.” He instructs me, and I wrap my hands around his frame to stabilize myself on the bike.
As we pass the city at a surreal speed, I clench my arms tighter around his body, scooping even closer. My thighs rub against his, and an indescribable feeling grows in my body, pooling right between my legs.
Talking about fetish foreplay.
Arrived at his place, he doesn’t even wait for the door to close, before starting to devour me. I could cry at how good his hands feel on me as he gets me out of my clothes and steers me onto the bed.
“Fuck, how are you so wet already?” He smirks, making me moan as he plunges a finger into me.
Undressing himself seemingly desperate to claim me, he looks down at me with lust-clouded eyes. “Don’t look at me like that or this is not going to end well for you.”
I laugh, as he gets back on me, propping himself up on his arms. “I missed your laugh.”
Feeling a painful tug at my heart, I bite my tongue to prevent myself from saying something stupid back.
He is just enjoying his purchase. Don’t get your head twisted.
It seems to take him an awful lot to finally fuck me as he keeps nibbling on my skin, playing with my breasts, and kissing my neck up to my jawline. I finally decide to open my mouth and say something instead of just moaning. “Don’t you want to fuck me already?”
He bites into my shoulder before getting up and nodding at me. “Are you desperate for it, beautiful?”
He just wants some purring.
“Oh, yes. Please, I can’t wait any longer.”
He moves to get away from me, getting off the bed, and I panic. “What are you doing?”
“Getting condoms.” I don’t know why this hurts me so much, but I swallow it, lying back down.
“Oh, okay.”
He returns to hover over me with a frown. “Something the matter?”
I can’t actually say anything, right?
He thinks I’m sleeping with a lot of other men, so he should be entitled to protection.
“No, no. Go ahead.”
He sighs, watching me with an unreadable expression. “This is ridiculous.”
Before I can ask him what he means by that, he grabs my legs and pulls me close to push into me, making me lose my breath.
“Oh my God.” I breathe out as he starts moving in and out of me, fucking me slowly.
“I want you as loud as possible, Nerthus!”
My brain seems to be set to its factory settings as I moan loudly. “Yes!”
His chuckle vibrates through me, reactivating my nerves from their deep slumber. “Faster. Faster!”
He complies only partly, making me lose my mind. “You did miss me, then?”
“Yes! I missed your huge cock!” I scream in pleasure as he starts finally increasing his pace.
Moaning loudly as I come hard as he fucks me raw on his bed, I feel him reach his high just shortly after me. As he slumps down over me, I enjoy the incredible feeling of his hot skin pressed against mine.
Pushing down the urge to move my hands to touch him, I clench on the bedsheets, enjoying the after-waves of my orgasm and the feeling of his dick still buried inside of me.
Suddenly, I sense him shift as he grabs my hand still clawed into the sheets beneath us. “Stop it. Touch me.”
“But you said…”
“Forget what I said.” He mumbles, his voice muffled by the side of my head.
His groan as I finally get to drive my hand into his hair while the other caresses his back, has my pussy clenching on his dick automatically. It feels so good, that I could die.
“I missed this,” I whisper lowly, and he kisses my neck.
“Did you really take other clients already?” He asks, his voice vibrating through my skin.
As I shake my head, I get him to sigh. “Thank God.”
I don’t know what to think about this, so I just choose to stay silent and enjoy the moment as long as it lasts.
He continues to nibble on my skin while I let myself go, my moans falling from my lips freely. I feel his cock getting hard for me again as he bites and sucks my nipples pleasurably.
“Arawn.” I breathe out as he clasps my thighs roughly.
His smirk as he looks at me with his longing gaze gets my heart to skip a beat. “Keep your eyes on me, beautiful.”
***
“Please don’t pay me a million dollars. See it as a festive hook-up.” I’m draped into his blankets as he is dressing himself.
“No, I booked you even though it was your free night. So…” He stands up straight and watches me for a moment before he speaks again, “Shall I drive you home?”
I jump at this obvious hint. “Oh, no. I will call a cab, don’t worry.”
“Are you sure? The city will be a mess tonight.”
“Thank you for your concern, but I’ll be alright.” I shake my head with a smile before collecting my clothes scattered all over the floor.
After having dressed myself as quickly as possible, I look at him with a forced smile. “Well, then thank you for the night, and sleep well.”
He doesn’t answer even as I step into the elevator that I activated with my card. As the doors close and the car starts moving downwards, I push out a shaky breath and lean against the cold wall. Even if it calms my erratic heartbeat for a bit, it skyrockets as soon as I leave the building.
Damn it.
As I stand on the sidewalk even half an hour later, as it is really a mess, I am ready to give up and just walk. Just as I turn to walk down the street, I see him standing in my way, wearing his usual gloomy expression.
“Oh my God, how long were you standing here?”
He shrugs without taking his eyes off me. “I don’t know. How long does the elevator take to get up and down again?!”
“You are something else!” I scoff, walking past him.
“Where are you going?” He asks, making me click my tongue. “Home.”
Grabbing my wrist as I pass him, he pulls me back into him. “Let me drive you home.” He whispers, and I shake my head.
“I can get home by myself,” I say, avoiding his gaze.
“I know, but let me…” He sighs, making me look up at him.
I give in and nod, letting him drag me to his motorbike.
Not caring if I might come over as desperate once again, I wrap my hands around his muscular torso and clench my legs as close as possible to his.
I curse myself as I convince myself that he must enjoy it, as he seems to take a longer route than usual to reach my home.
And doesn’t rush at a dangerous speed anymore.
It is surely just because of the mess in the city.
Laughing to myself, I hug him tighter.
As if he would care to have me behind him as long as possible.
But nice fantasy, Nerthus.
After he halts in front of my building, I get down silently and hand him the helmet.
“Are you sure that you don’t want to come up?” I comb through my hair, wanting to tame my locks.
I must look ridiculous.
He shakes his head, and I take a step back with a slight smile. “Good night then.”
I turn around to enter my building as I hear him starting the engine.
Walking to the elevator, and greeting the concierge, I force myself to not look back at him driving away.
Even if I’m fighting this insane feeling rising slowly in my chest, I can’t seem to push it down anymore.
Unfortunately, I have to recognize that he ruined me for good. And the thought of Owen only crosses my mind as I look at my phone, finding a good night text from him.
As he wanted to check in on how I was doing.
What an absolutely bad person I am.
Laying away my phone with a deep sigh, I refrain from taking a shower, not wanting to wash away his scent. Changing into my pjs, I cuddle into my bed with a heavy yet happy heart.
That night I finally get to sleep through it without any problems.
And there is no scratching.
Nor a thumping.
Not even once.
***
The next day hurts more than the last ones. Still feeling him on my skin and between my legs, has me feeling distraught.
The happy feeling has now been replaced by my sorrow once again. Reality hits me stronger than before.
I should have rejected his stupid proposal.
My exasperation reaches a new high as I get a call from Elinor to discuss the modalities of the payments as a transfer of such importance would go with certain issues. I give her the go to distribute it as she likes, as I do not depend on the sum.
And actually, don’t want the money at all.
She rejects my plea of not paying me the full sum and getting it back to Arawn, so I go through the modalities with her patiently.
After the call, I go out to knock on Maria’s door and am happy like a child on Christmas morning as she opens the door. She invites me to a cup of coffee, which I gladly take, and sit on her couch protected by plastic.
Her cheerful self manages to make me feel better just until she starts gushing over my new boyfriend and what a fine man he is. I keep quiet and act as if there isn’t anything wrong, even if it hurts immensely.
As I return to my flat, I find a vase on my kitchen island, and I near it cautiously. I stare agape as I admire the beautiful bouquet of wildflowers and take the card dreamingly.
The note has tears prickling in my eyes, making my heart do a backflip.
Forgive Me. P.
Taking a deep breath, I let my arm slump.
“Is this just a coincidence or did Danny tell you?” I say loudly, chuckling to myself.
I must be nuts, as I was hoping for him to be still in the room and answer me. Shaking my head, I look at the card again and freeze as my phone dings.
My eyes widen as I stare at the illuminated screen.
And there is a message from Arawn.
Just one line.
One simple line that makes my blood freeze.
“Danny told me.”