by Jamie Knight
Any words he might have attempted turned to loud moans of pleasure.
I knew he was getting close, a tension coming into his shaft as I sucked and licked for everything I was worth. Despite my best efforts to swallow all the cum he could deliver, at least a quarter of it ended up distributed between my face, neck, and chest.
Undaunted, Ragnar picked me up as though I weighed nothing— despite the fact that I’m a big girl— and carried me into the bathroom, where he cleaned me up. He was a gentle giant, not to mention clearly blessed by the gods.
When I glanced down, I could see that he was still rock-hard and raring to go. I was stunned by his quick recovery time, and I didn’t want to leave him hanging, so to speak, so I gently stroked his still extremely hard cock as he wiped me up.
“Bedroom?” he asked.
“Please.”
Taking me by the hand, he got me back to my feet and I guided him to the master bedroom.
Before I could so much as blink, he’d picked me up and lay me down on the bed near the edge of the mattress, my legs spread wide.
“God, you’re hot,” he said. “I love looking at your curves.”
Getting onto his knees, as if he was praying at a holy shrine, Ragnar worked his magic on me once again, licking me until I had to put a pillow over my face to muffle the screams of pure joy.
After delivering another huge orgasm, he kissed his way from my pussy up to my neck, getting more or less into position. When things were set, with my knees hooked over his elbows, Ragnar stroked the massive head against my tender pussy, making me moan from his very touch. He was above me but not on top of me, and still at a level where I could look into hie beautiful eyes.
“Fuck!” I screamed as he pushed inside me.
“You okay?”
“Yes, please, don’t stop, fuck me, please!” I wailed, no longer caring who heard.
Ragnar honored my wishes, easing his beautiful cock as far as he could inside me, a little more than a third of his full and mighty length, and started to pump.
It filled me with the most transcendent joy, his cock stroking up against my clit and g-spot at the same time, working me up into an earth-shattering orgasm that was bursting behind my eyes in a supernova of white light as Ragnar drove into me.
Slowly withdrawing his cock, he tenderly opened my mouth with his hand and delivered his load there. Unlike last time, he was able to control the flood a lot better, delivering four smaller volleys into my waiting mouth, giving me time to swallow before unleashing another.
I closed my lips around him before Ragnar could pull away. I wasn’t finished with him yet.
I’d never much liked the taste of cum. It was fine, I wasn’t a spitter or anything, but it wasn’t my favorite thing. Ragnar’s, however, was, or at least it was quickly becoming that.
One taste, even if most of it ended up on me, was enough to make me want more. I needed more.
It would be a while before my pussy recovered enough to take his monster cock into it again, so my mouth would have to do. He didn’t seem to mind at all, caressing my cheek and stroking my pussy as I sucked away on his beautiful cock, desperate for another helping of his delicious cum.
The second flood came, Ragnar handling it much the same as before, giving me smaller, more manageable helpings. I liked that. He paid attention, and my comfort and enjoyment were clearly important to him.
By the time I’d swallowed the last load, my pussy had more or less recovered and, without really thinking, I turned over onto my belly and got up on all fours, basically demanding he fuck me from behind.
Taking me from behind like I was a tiny, light-weight ragdoll, Ragnar caressed his cock against my pussy, making me hum with pleasure just from that little bit of contact. There was something about the position that brought my clit more into play.
I was still pretty wet from what had already happened. Just being around him was enough to make me horny, never mind having his huge cock in my mouth.
“Oh!” I moaned as he slid inside me.
“Too deep?”
“No, just right.”
Ragnar took me by the hips and started to rock, pumping his massive cock inside me. His cock slid in just over halfway. It felt like the whole way, but I knew better to risk that. Half was as far as I was likely to get, but that was more than enough.
I made a note to try and ride him; that way I could stop where it was still comfortable, not that he hadn’t been spot on with that himself. He seemed to really know how to handle a woman, and stop right where it felt really good, without crossing the line, which I imagined it would be easy to do, being as big as he was.
Slowly, I started to move with him, rocking myself back and forth on his cock as he fucked me, matching his movements as closely as I could, our bodies falling into a sweet synchronicity.
So caught up in the wonderful rhythm was I, it passed my notice that he was about to cum. Fortunately, Ragnar was more on top of things, and had me on my back and his load in my mouth in the nick of time, cupping my pussy to maintain contact as I swallowed his delicious gift.
My consciousness was slipping, the sheer exertion of our passionate lovemaking putting me on the edge of an early sleep.
That was what it felt like though— lovemaking, not just a casual fuck with a stranger. Despite the suddenness, it was still among the most intimate experiences of my life, the connection between us as undeniable as it was ineffable.
But I was too far gone to ponder that now, and a sweet, dark blanket of sleep slid over me.
Chapter Three - Ragnar
The wind swept from the east, as it always did, the end of the world stretched out before me, or so it seemed, cold wind blowing in my face. It was summer, but it could be difficult to tell the difference on the coast, the North Atlantic frigidly cold at the best of times.
You just had to dress for it, and you were usually fine. That was part of the reason why knit sweaters were so popular around there, though not some much on the inland cities.
When the winter came, though, and the winds howled like demons outside the door, all bets were off. It was safest to try and stay inside by the hearth. That’s where I’d been that summer. The stones were cold and black from a long lack of use, but it was still a good place to get sunlight.
“Staying long?” came the voice from behind me.
“No, just looking,” I said, the words echoing inside my head.
Light flooded the dark as the world returned. Memories returned as the dream faded.
I had the nagging feeling that someone was trying to tell me something with the dream. It was just the “who” and the “what” that were in question.
There was a movement next to me, the previous day coming to sharper focus. The wedding, the gig, the woman…
I glanced over and Stephanie was still sleeping peacefully beside me. I turned back to stare at the ceiling, my mind wandering and wondering how exactly I’d ended up here.
It had been Varg’s idea to go stateside. Norway was too small, he’d argued, if we wanted to have a proper career, so we needed to go to a bigger market. I didn’t argue at the time but wondered if we’d made the right choice.
Right up until we’d met Seth Black, anyway. If what he said was true, we would just be making music for the rest of our lives. There was also the beauty laying naked beside me to consider.
I remembered most of what happened, but it never hurt to have one’s memory jogged. Slowly lifting the blankets, I took in all that I could see. She was on her side with her back to me, but it was still more than enough.
I moved in and breathed in her scent, a hand going over her hip to stroke her belly. It was like I was under some kind of spell.
I jerked back suddenly. It wasn’t right. She wasn’t awake, and while she might have been fine with it, I didn’t know that. She was basically a stranger to me, even if it didn’t feel that way.
“It’s okay,” she said, shifting slightly.
Taking m
y hand in hers, she moved my hand back to her soft skin. But rather than resting it on her stomach, where I had been, she dragged it up to her breast and hummed softly as I tenderly fondled her.
“You really like ‘em, huh?”
“Yes,” I admitted, seeing no reason to lie.
“Well, they’re all yours, to do what you want with, I mean.”
I turned her on to her back and did as I truly wanted, suckling each of her delicate nipples until she moaned in exquisite pleasure. I alternated between each breast, making sure they both got the same amount of attention, to stimulate the nipple not in my mouth at any given time with my fingers.
Stephanie loved it— I could tell by her delighted moans, not to mention the sweet smell of her arousal wafting up as her excitement grew ever stronger.
“My pussy is yours too,” she managed between moans, “all of me is, please, help me feel as good as I did last night.”
That request was clear enough. I slowly moved my mouth down between her breasts, kissing every inch of her warm skin on the way down to my final destination.
Stephanie opened her legs in welcome anticipation as I approached. The scent of her excitement only added to my anticipation.
It likely wasn’t strictly necessary. She was already plenty wet, and could no doubt take me without the added licking, but we both enjoyed it, so why not?
I couldn’t get enough of the taste of her.
“Fuck!” she moaned, as my tongue caressed her sweet, pink pussy.
I’d come to tell the difference between her cries of pleasure and distress. I felt I already knew her body so well even after just meeting her. Our chemistry was off the charts hot.
Settling into a good rhythm, I licked and sucked on her clit until she was crying out in orgasm, her hips lifting from the bed as she wailed.
Stephanie fell back onto the bed as I planted tender kisses on her still trembling flesh, taking things lightly, knowing that she would likely still be sensitive so soon after coming.
Kissing my way back up along her body, I made my way to her lips. Stephanie and I made out like horny teenagers. With a slight shift of her hips, she got her pussy lined up with my cock, as she gently stroked me.
“Already?” I asked.
I wasn’t in any way complaining, it was just surprising that she could recover that fast, at least to the point of being ready to fuck. She was unequivocal on the matter however, and within seconds I was inside her.
Stephanie’s breathing grew a little more rapid and labored with each thrust of my cock inside her. It wasn’t too deep. I knew I had to take it easy on her, my cock barely fitting in her tight pussy, but we got through it.
I slid in as deep as she could comfortably take me before I started to pump. Slow at first, but then with increasing urgency.
I hadn’t really fucked her yet. Not properly, like I really wanted to, but I was trying to work her up to it, even though I had no reason to think I would see her again. No logical reason, in any case.
“You’re amazing,” she moaned, as I got up to a steady moderate rhythm. “That feels so fucking good.”
No matter what the circumstances of our meeting, or what the future held, I was glad to have met her. If nothing else, we would always have the experience of last night and this morning after.
I drove into her again and again, making her cum once, then twice, before I started to feel the overwhelming pleasure drawing up in me. I tugged my cock out and Stephanie eagerly parted her lips so I could shoot my load between them.
She swallowed every last drop, and I realized I wasn’t sure what was hotter: watching her take it all or seeing some of it spill down her breasts and belly as it had the night before.
“Shit, is that the time?’ Stephanie asked suddenly, looking over at the bedside clock.
“Appears to be,” I said, laying down beside her.
“Damn it! I’m so sorry, but you have to go, and I have to get to work.”
“Oh, right, it’s Monday.”
“Yeah, and I’m going to be late.”
“Not if I can help it.”
Working together, we got Stephanie ready for work in no time. I was a bit surprised how sleek and professional she looked in her business clothes. It seemed like she could look good in almost anything, though it did make me wonder what she did.
She looked like she could be a lawyer, or some kind of executive.
If so, how old was she?
She looked young, maybe not even twenty. Then again, if Jonna was her younger sister, that didn’t seem likely.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Old enough to know better, and you need to get dressed, stat.”
“I’m serious,” I pressed, hopping into my jeans.
“I’m 23,” she said, with a slight sigh. “Shocked?”
“A bit,” I answered honestly, raising my eyebrows.
She honestly only looked a year or two older than her sister, who was much younger, but in her work clothes and professional daytime demeanor, I could kind of see it.
“I hope it doesn’t bother you that I’m quite a bit older,” I added. “Ten years, to be exact.”
She snorted and said, “No, it doesn’t bother me at all.”
“You’re beautiful, no matter how old you are.”
I took her in my arms and lifted her until we were eye to eye, and gave her a deep, passionate kiss to show her I wasn’t just blowing smoke up her ass.
“Thank you,” she whispered breathlessly when we parted.
“I mean it.”
“I know. Now put me down and finish getting dressed, okay?”
“Okay.”
I did as she asked, and soon enough we were out in the hall as she locked up. She seemed to be glancing around to see if anyone was coming. It wasn’t clear which had the potential for most embarrassment, having a one-night stand or sleeping with a metal head.
Even though I wasn’t too obvious about it, keeping clean-shaven and my hair short, most people still knew. Except for Stephanie, of course. She’d seen me in a suit, playing an acoustic set. Still, she probably guessed, since every other band at the wedding also on Seth’s label.
We stayed together, cuddling on the elevator, neither of us really seeming to want to really pull ourselves away from each other— at least until the bell dinged, and then Stephanie was off.
I kept pace, which wasn’t hard with my long-legged stride, and we made it to the street about the same time. With another glance around, just to be sure, Stephanie got up onto her tiptoes and kissed me.
“Goodbye,” she whispered, before disappearing into the bustling crowd. “Sorry I have to rush off to work!”
I didn’t have too long to ponder whether her goodbye had been forever or just for then. There were also places I had to be, like The Sanctuary recording studio, to start recording our first official Suspicious Activity Records release. One for which we were contracted, with a possibility for renewal at the end of the initial period.
Stig usually handled the legal stuff. He was the smartest of all of us, which was probably his way of compensating for being a bass player. Still, we all got a look at the contract, and agreed that Seth likely wasn’t trying to rip us off.
The only downside was that it would be at least four years before we could go home. I’d always thought it was a cliché, too long for the fjords, but there I was.
I was going to have to walk or maybe take a bus or an Uber. We had taken Stephanie’s car to get to her apartment, and she was long gone by now. I didn’t have a motor stateside, my truck still parked outside my house in Bergen.
It had been Stig’s bright idea to take the train into Norway and fly to the States. Never mind that there away no way in hell my drums were going to fit.
The clever bastard had thought of that too, putting together a private fund over the last few local gigs to get me a new kit when we got to the States. It turned out to be a used kit with new heads, but same difference.
One of the first things we did when we got the advance from Seth was to go hit the music store and get all new equipment. It didn’t even cut into the main amount, new equipment being one of the allowances he’d made for us.
Varg and Stig got the guitars and amps they’d always wanted but could never afford. I got as close as I could to the set I had had at home. It was what I grew up with and was most used to.
Most non-drummers really didn’t appreciate the importance of touch. Most players could get used to most sets, but it usually took some time. I sold the first American kit, figuring I only needed one per country.
The morning traffic picked up as I walked, hoping to get off the street before the real mayhem could start. Seattle had roughly twice the population of Bergen, and I was still getting used to the hustle and crowds.
My phone pinged with a notice. Taking a nearby bench, I paused to see what the telecom overlords had in store for me. The message was from Seth.
Seth: Hey, man, where did you get off to last night?
Me: Someone’s apartment.
Seth: You have wheels?
Me; No, got a ride here.
Seth: Stranded, huh?
Me: A bit, yeah.
Seth: Give me the cross street, and I’ll pick you up.
As the fates would have it, I was near a cross street, so I could just put in the street signs as I saw them.
I’d heard that Seth used to drive a motorcycle, back before little Casey was born. It was hard to put a baby seat on a bike, though, so he’d gone for a more appropriate family sedan, keeping the Ducati in the garage for special occasions.
It was the sedan that pulled up to the curb in front of the bench, much to my delight. I’d developed a bit of a prejudice in favor of four-wheeled vehicles; it was a matter of balance.
“Stig and Varg are already there,” he told me, once I got in. “Sven is setting things up.”
“Sorry about this.”
“Don’t be. I know how it is.”
