#deanobingo

Iolaus - Young Hercules

Fili - The Hobbit Trilogy

Evan Lace - Westside

Will Johnson - Wanted

Anders Johnson - Almighty Johnsons

George Lowe - Hillary

Anders Johnson - The Almighty Johnsons

Ryder Harrison - Vegas

Iolaus - Young Hercules

Luke Morgan - McLeod's Daughters

Jim Hawkins - Return to Treasure Island

Barnaby Buchanan - Brokenwood Mysteries

Fili - The Hobbit Trilogy

Griff - Under the Vines

Jon - Pork Pie

Andrew - Serial Killers

Anders Johnson - The Almighty Johnsons

Kedgley - The Convert

Simon - After the Party

Mark - When Love Comes

Marco - Go Girls

Ford Lampton - The Bad Seed

Aussie Dave - Golden Boy

Fili - The Hobbit Trilogy

Fili had never wanted power. He had never wanted to wave his title over people to make them bend their knees or show off his wealth to the snobby nobles at council meetings. No, Fili did not want any of that when he became the crowned prince. He refused to give into greed and pride in the all-consuming way that tore apart his ancestors. But he was a dwarf. He was mortal. And he had weaknesses just like everyone else did.

That carved green stone that they called their throne was one…

You were the other…

And the glint of gold and ruby always a thrilling sight…

Not to mention that longing desire for freedom and rule braking that his uncle had tried to train out of him in preparation for becoming the crowned prince…

The aspect of getting caught…

It didn’t come as a surprise to you when he finally admitted his secret fantasy, the scene he pictured that would make him come undone in his own hands every time he allowed him mind to wonder. Him, on the throne of Erebor with his queen in his lap, bare and moaning loud enough that the guards could hear them on the other side of the mountain’s thick walls.

He had whispered it to you as he peppered kisses along your throat, his fingers traveling in and out of you under your combined coats, the company only meters away and completely unaware of your scandalous activities. He had made it sound so powerful, so delicious that you found it becoming one of your own favorite fantasies and a scene that the two of you played out often enough in the bedroom once Erebor was claimed.

Fili was a calculated and organized dwarf, always putting his responsibilities before his own needs, but when the opportunity to finally fulfil his wonton desire arose, he was powerless to fight it. So, as Thorin set off to the Shire for his honeymoon and his brother left for Mirkwood with his mother and Balin to organize negotiations with the elves, Fili was left in charge of the mountain. And boy did he used that to his advantage. 

You weren’t silly, you knew something was amiss. Fili, who was usually miserable whenever his brother was away, was far too happy to be heading to council meetings when he left you earlier and it made you nervous as you made you way to the throne room, the thin chains of lace and gold he had ordered you to wear this morning cold against your skin but safely hidden under you dress.

Heat had gathered on your cheeks and between your legs as you walked through the long halls of the mountain and it took every fiber of control to stop yourself from grinning like a fool. It wasn’t uncommon for your prince to steal you away from your duties for a bit of fun or stress relief, he had a thing for taking you in the hidden nooks and crannies of the mountain, places with just enough privacy but still with a risk of getting caught, but he had never asked you to meet in such an open spot before. Perhaps he had found a new hidden cave he wished to lead you too? Or maybe he simply wished to tease you some and claim you after you had stewed on it all day?

You took a deep breath and smoothed out the front of your dress when you arrived at the doors of the throne room, the guards giving you a sideways glance at your reddened face and jittery hands but letting you through with a nod. You smiled gratefully at them and snuck inside, your breath hitching in your throat at what you found.

Draped lazily across the throne sat your beloved, his eyes darkening as they landed on you. He was dressed in layers of expensive furs and luxurious robes. Rings and jeweled bracelets adorned his hands and wrists in a show of wealth and mithril was laced through the braids of his hair and mustache. What shocked you the most however, was Thorin’s crown resting on his brow. The crown of the king.

The rest of the ensemble while not his usual self could be brushed off, but wearing the kings crown could get him in serious trouble if he was caught. Especially while sitting so comfortably in the king’s throne.  

“Fili?” you gasped in instant understanding, nights of dressing up and roleplaying in the safety of your chambers flashing through your mind and making you clench your legs closed, “Are you mad?”

The golden locked dwarf smiled sharply, the dimples in his cheeks flashing, “Is that any way to speak to your king dove?”

His voice sent shivers down your spine and the heat in your stomach doubled as took you in with lustful eyes. He flicked his ringed finger and despite your lingering apprehensions, you obeyed the silent instruction, bowing your head and kneeling before the throne he sat in.  

“Good girl,” he purred in delight, the bulge in his trousers clear from were you kneeled, “my wonderful queen,”

You raised your head to meet his eyes and temporarily ignoring your fears in favor of your lust, you slipped into character, “What is it I can do to serve you my king?”

His face lit up at your willingness to play along, “It seems that your king is in the need of some company, so if my queen would be so grateful?”

“Of course you majesty, but surly such a mighty and powerful king would not allow his queen to be left on the cold floor for such a task?”

Usually when you played this role the cold stone floor of your rooms was covered in thick woolen rugs and soft animal hides, in this room however, your skin was growing cold and you knees already hurt.

“No, not at all,” he agreed with a shake of his head that made his beads clink together, “A queen should be sat upon her throne. Come up here, sit,”

Making a show of it, you lifted yourself from the floor and into his grasp as he guided you to his lap. Biting your lip as his hardened bulge pressed against your aching core, you rocked slightly as you made yourself comfortable against him.

Fili took your face in his hand and kissed you. It was rough and needy and he made no effort to cover his small growls and groans as your lips met. His free hand had made its way under your dress and was kneading the soft flesh of your ass as he pulled you closer, slipping his tongue into your mouth with a whine. For a moment you lost yourself in him, his taste, his touch, even his scent had you worked up as you rocked against his hips. 

Tracing your hands down his covered chest, you moved to undo his laces only for him to grab you wrists with one hand and hold you still.

“Patience my queen,” he whispered with a nip to your ear, “I have waited far too long, I won’t rush this,”

You stilled and he loosened his grip, bringing his attention to the ties of your corset instead. His quick fingers made light work of the strings and he took his time kissing and sucking along your jaw and down the side of your neck, slowly reaching lower with every inch of skin he revealed from your dress. You whimpered at his feather-like touches, arching you back to press your hips to his, desperate for some sort of stimulation against the burning between your legs. 

Fili nudged you up and slipped the garment over your head, his eyes sparkling at the sight of you in nothing but chains of gold and lace that hugged your flesh and outlined your breasts. You shivered as the cold air of the throne room hit your skin making your nipples harden and he groan beneath you at the sight. He left sloppy kisses down your left breast, drawing back with a wicked grin as an idea crossed his mind. You tilted your head slightly as you watched him part the chains of gold, kiss you sloppily again and blow gently.

You gasped at the sensation of his hot breath turning cold against the wetness of your skin and moaned as you shivered again. Your head tilted back and you squeezed your eyes closed, the feel of him chuckling a deep rumble in his chest.

Enjoying your reaction he sucked again on your other breast, this time using the metal to chill your body and make you squirm.

“Fili!” you shuttered begging for mercy.

He merely raised a bow and gave a quick pinch to your bottom, “How do you address me?”

“Y-your majesty! My k-king,”

“Better,” he purred before looking up at you, “Now what can I do for you, my queen?” he asked innocently, sending your head spinning as he thrust up against you.

“Please!”

“Please what my darling? Come now, a queen needs to use her words, doesn’t she?”

“Please,” you panted again, “Take me my King, I need to feel you,”

“As my queen desires,”

You watched him with fervor as he undid the rest of his laces and pulled his trousers down to his knees, his erection springing to attention, drops of pre-cum already leaking from its head. He removed nothing else, keeping his cloak and crown adorned, the feeling of fur soft in your fingers yet nowhere near as wonderful than the layer of blond fur that covered you beloved’s chest. He dug his fingers into your hips and ground his length against your soaked folds sending you both into a fit of moans and whimpers. 

“Fuck your perfect,” Fili groaned as he hid his face into the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses, bites, and moans. “So beautiful, so powerful. My queen, my treasure, are you ready?”

You nodded franticly, another high-pitched whine escaping you as he held you up and slid a finger through your soaked folds.

“Oh you are aren’t you dove, almost drenched for me. But I need you to do something for me ok baby?”

“Anything,” you begged trying and failing to rock against him as he held you still.

“You and I have a tendency to get very loud,” he chuckled, his own control waning at the desperation on your face, “but for now we need to be quiet ok? I’ve told the guards outside the door not to disturb us but if they hear you squeal they might come running in and we can’t have that, not yet. Can you do that? Can you be quiet for your king?”

You bit your lip, the thought of just how serious it would be if you were caught in this position ringing in your head.

Seeing your apprehension Fili gave you a gentle kiss, “we can stop now if you’d like. Head back to our chambers instead?”

“No,” you shook your head, your need outweighing your rational thoughts. You wanted this, to indulge in the fantasy that the two of you had grown and created together, “I can be quiet… maybe. You might have to help,”

“Don’t worry dove, I’ll look after you,”

Fili gave you once last look to make sure you were ok. Once satisfied he lined himself up and let you sink down onto him as far as you could, smashing his lips against yours to swallow any sounds you may make. Digging your fingers into the fur of his robes, and pressing your forehead against the cold metal of the crown that sat upon his, you lifted yourself and sunk back down again, your muscles relaxing and relishing in the feeling of his cock finally fully sheathed inside you.

Fili looked down at you, the pupils of his sharp blue eyes blown wide and his chest heaving as he struggled to keep quiet himself. For a moment the two of you sat there like that, simple savoring in the feel of each other and trying to even out your breathing. It was a loving and tender moment and as he began to rock, it became so much harder to keep in your moans. You reached up to kiss him again, his tongue hot against yours as your bodies began to move in sink. His movements got harder and faster as he thrusted up into you and as you tried your best to match his movements. His desperate hands gripped tightly onto your hips, pulling your cheeks apart to hit that spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

It was your turn to burry your face into his neck, biting down to keep you from screaming at the intensity that he was fucking you with. He let out his own broken whimpers, grasping at the gold chains in an attempt to bring you even closer still.

“When I’m truly king, I’m going to make you scream,” he snarled into your ear as your body shook and trembled around him, “I’m going to take you so beautifully, so perfectly that you won’t be able to stop. I’ll have your voice echo off these walls over and over again, the guards be dammed. They’ll be begging to touch themselves just from the sounds their queen makes as I pound her with my cock,”

You choked and babbled as you ground your hips, frantic to reach the high you were so close to, “Fuck Fili… ngh… please… so close,”

“Would you like that my queen?” he snarled, his hands shaking against you skin as his fingers slipped down to circle against your clit, “To let your people know just how well their King takes care of you? To hear just how pretty I can make you sing?”

The chains around your body clinked and your pants and whines seemed deafening in your ears as he thrusted into you, hitting that sweet spot that made your body explode in ecstasy and your walls clamp down around him. Letting go completely you opened you mouth to scream only for Fili’s thick, slick cover fingers to force their way in your mouth and muffle your sounds. He didn’t stop, continuing to ride you through your waves of pleasure until he reached his own, your overstimulated whimpering still stifled by his fingers against your tongue. 

He sent you a pleading look behind his long blond lashes and you sucked harshly as your muscles clenched around his cock for a second time. You felt him rupture inside you in hot squirts, filling you with his seed and painting your walls white as he tensed and relaxed in your arms with a low, drawn-out moan.

You fell against each other, spent and exhausted, your breaths hot against each other’s skin. Pulling you closer to nuzzle into you, Fili wrapped his cloak around your tired body and held you close, still safely incased inside you.

“Your majesty?” a voice called out as the sound of the door creaking open sounded around the room making you both freeze in place with wide eyes, “Is everything ok? I thought I heard-”

“We are fine,” your voice called back instinctively before the door could swing all the way open. You voice loud and dominant, speaking in a tone that echoed that of a leader and not at all shaking in the panic you were feeling, “you were asked not to disturb this meeting. Return to your post immediately,”

In a splutter of apologies, the door quickly slammed shut again and you let out a shaky breath.

Fili glanced down at you with a dazed look upon his face his cock twitching inside of you at your effortless authority, “My queen indeed,” he moaned slamming his lips against yours once more.

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“When is that not the case?” you asked with a smile as you clasped the back of your earring closed, completely satisfied with the way Anders was eye-fucking you already; your choice in outfit clearly appreciated by the gorgeous god you wanted your hands on so desperately.

Already having rushed home from work, you cleaned up and got ready as quickly as you could, leaving no spare moments for you and Anders to give each other the attention you both craved; the long day at work feeling even longer in knowing you had Ty and Dawn’s engagement dinner to attend immediately after, without the help of Anders sending text after text of all the things he wanted to do to you later that night when you would finally be able to be together.

“You look stunning,” he said, his tone low and serious, his eyes reflecting a dark lust that flooded the icy blue.

“I should hope considering this is the dress you picked out for me,” you purred, carding your hands up his back to rest on his shoulders, bringing the front of your body flush against his to press your breasts against him and drag your lips over the shell of his ear. “So if you're unable to control yourself tonight, that's on you Bragi, wanting me to wear the same dress I did the night you first fucked me.”

You watched his eyelids fall shut in the mirror, his chest heaving as he drew a long breath in through his nose, making the gratified feeling blooming within you grow even more in knowing how much he wanted you and how that would only increase more and more as the night went on; the quick session of morning sex to start the day only leaving him eager for more than just a brief taste of you.

“And don't think I ignored your other request,” you whispered before pressing a kiss onto his neck that radiated a fiery heat.

“No panties?”

You nodded your head in silent confirmation, watching as his smile grew to bring out the dimples on either cheek.

“Good girl,” he praised, the accolade making your arousal spike and a shiver break out over the exposed skin your dress neglected to cover.

“Now as much as I know you're enjoying teasing me, cruel as you are, I have one more request before we go,” he claimed, that familiar mischief present in his eyes when you met them again in the mirror.

“Anything for you, Anders,” you stated, confident to agree even without knowing what his wish was.

“Ooo, you might regret saying that,” he joked, sucking in his breath through pursed lips.

“You've never made me regret it before, why would I now?” you drawled, looking into his eyes with an innocence you knew he would work to erase as he turned to face you directly. “I trust you.”

The smile brought on by your words before he pressed his lips onto yours made your knees feel weak, and saying a silent prayer that for some reason the dinner would be canceled last minute, you eagerly returned his kiss, your hands gripping the lapels on his jacket to pull him closer while you leaned into him even more.

Anders broke your kiss, chuckling as he shook his head at you and shifted his legs, trying to get his hardened cock down one of his pant legs. "Fuck me, you are incredibly distracting."

With a swipe of your thumb, you cleaned up your lip gloss that got smudged, watching as Anders pulled open the vanity drawer and pulled out a small box.

"As I was saying," he glared at you, his smirk matching the playful look in his eyes. “I picked up a little something for us when I was out sorting their engagement gift.”

A self-satisfied expression dressed his face as he held the gift in his hands for you to open, and maintaining eye contact with him as you lifted the lid, you finally looked down to see what had him feeling so smug.

"You're wearing that all through dinner," he began, the humour in his voice not missed by you despite your shock and excitement. "And I'll be controlling it."

Your head snapped up to meet his gaze, a wickedness hinting in his laugh, and you swallowed thickly out of fear and worry, wondering how you were possibly going to survive the night.

Anders plucked out a small, hot pink vibrator, equipped with a clit stimulator, tipping his head to the side in a taunting way as he all but dangled in before you.

"You bought their engagement present at the sex shop?" you quipped, knowing he didn't, but attempting to distract from his devious plan.

"What? No, fuck," he huffed. "I got them a weekend away in Marlborough just like we decided."

You grinned. "I was only checking."

"Oh, I am so going to make you suffer," he vowed, his eyes narrowing at you as he shook his head.

"You really want to have that in me, at dinner with your family?" you pointed to the device, your mouth watering at the same time you felt a nervous sweat break out on the back of your neck to help cool your rising body temperature.

"The night has to be made interesting somehow, beautiful."

You sighed, accepting your demise, your wordless defeatism making Anders almost giddy with delight.

"I'll be controlling it from an app on my phone," he explained. "And all you have to do," he closed the space between you, his lips hovering over yours, “is not come."

You melted into his kiss, knowing this was going to be nearly impossible with how horny you already were, and whined into his mouth as he slowly trailed the hem of your dress up your thighs.

Feeling breathless and panting against each other, Anders slipped his hand between your legs, his index finger, and then his middle one, pushing in your entrance where he dragged them in and out while the pad of his thumb circled your clit.

"I don't think you're going to need any lube," he claimed, removing his hand from you to replace it with the toy, making you cry out as you clenched around it and pressed your forehead against his in a plea for mercy.

"Let's test it out, shall we?"

A flush spread out over your entire body as you waited, chest heaving, as Anders retrieved his phone from his pocket and opened the app, glancing up from it to check your reaction while it loaded.

Your eyes widened as you watched his thumb move in a wide, circular motion over his screen, the toy inside your walls mimicking the action, making your knees instantly buckle and forcing you to squeeze your thighs together as you squatted on the floor.

His laugh echoed in your ears, and grabbing hold of the countertop, you began to stand up straight again until he hit whatever button that activated the vibrations on the piece that sat firmly against your clit, keeping you in that position.

"Christ's sake, Anders," you whimpered, feeling pathetic at how poorly you were keeping it together already.

"That intense, eh?"

You glared at him before rising up on trembling legs, smoothing your hands over your hair and turning to face the mirror to ensure your appearance didn't display the chaos you were feeling inside.

"I promise I'll be good to you," he said genuinely, staring into the reflection of your eyes in the mirror. "I'll keep you on the edge most of the time, but I won't do anything I know you can't handle," he assured, pressing his lips on your shoulder, and then up your neck so your skin erupted in goosebumps and your nipples hardened even more. "And when we get home," he explained lowly beside your ear, "I'll make it all worth it."

Anders was mostly behaved in the cab on the way to the restaurant, only teasing you a couple of times so you weren't forced to work too hard at pretending you were just an ordinary couple on their way to a nice meal with family; him having to stifle his laugh like a sneaky kid while looking out the window at downtown Auckland as you passed through, all while he played a not-so-innocent game on his phone.

He spared you during the greetings, not daring to do anything while you were in the middle of hugging each member of his family and saying hello, but as soon as it came time for you to take a seat at the table, he didn't miss his opportunity. Pulling your chair out with one hand as any gentleman would, Anders had his other in his pocket, drawing an erratic pattern on his screen, leaving your body tense and pausing mid-sentence as you plopped yourself down.

"Are you alright?" Dawn asked, reaching out to touch your arm.

"Yes, sorry, I'm fine," you smiled, shaking your head and looking at her warmly. "Sore back, you know," you brushed off, waving your hand dismissively, watching as Anders smirked and took his seat beside you, his hand gripping your thigh with a tight squeeze.

Leaning over, he kissed your cheek, and searching your eyes as he stroked your face lovingly with his thumb, he spoke in the warm, soothing tones graced to him by Bragi.

"Just act normal."

"Anders, could you please get off your fucking phone?" Ty hissed, his anger emphasized on one word in particular as he carefully whispered and darted his icy blue eyes around them, making sure no other patrons or wait staff heard his impolite request.

Anders glanced up from his phone on his lap, smiling until he noticed the scowl directed at him by Mr. Freezy and his soon-to-be Mrs, making quick work to wipe it off as he cleared his throat and faked his most sincere voice.

"It's work, mate, sorry," he lied, having been in the middle of changing the intensity on the vibrations that were wracking through your entire body right now, your elbows on the table and your hands braced on your forehead as you took a deep breath, trying to hold off on detonating.

"Which client?" Dawn piped in, equally as annoyed as her fiance and not for a second believing Anders was dealing with work while at their dinner.

"It's, you know, ahh…" he trailed off, picking up his wine glass and putting it to his lips, avoiding the question altogether as he turned his body slightly toward Axl on the other side of him.

Luckily no one seemed to notice you being out of sorts, the devious sport being played by you and Anders kept discreetly between the two of you, though the amount of times you had reached your breaking point was becoming too frequent.

"How are you holding up?" he leaned over, speaking quietly enough only you would hear him.

"I'm barely keeping it together, Anders," you sighed, looking at him pleadingly, pushing your meal around on your plate, your appetite for food completely replaced by such an intense appetite for lust and release.

"Do you think it's easy for me? Knowing you're a soaked mess with no panties on and so close to coming? Christ, I'm hard as a fucking rock right now, I wouldn't even be able to stand up."

"Poor you," you purred, your hand that wasn't holding a utensil trailing slowly up his inner thigh to stop at his cock that strained against his pants, the sensation making him jolt in his seat, wishing you could give him just a fraction of the torture he was providing you.

Anders gave a warning look, pressing his thumb down on his phone to send a long, drawn out barrage on your clit, your shaky hand dropping your fork on your plate with a clang.

He chuckled to himself, and despite it feeling like a huge disruption, everyone else at the table seemed engrossed in their own conversations, or distracted by Olaf who was rambling on about something oracular, leaving you and Anders appearing nothing more than two smitten lovers who kept stealing glances and subtle touches.

Dessert was served and toasts were made - champagne flutes held up to the couple everyone was equally thrilled to see engaged to be wed - Anders' speech full of sweet sentiments toward his employee but also laced with an undertone of insults; something along the lines of 'you make her happy so she no longer nags me as much,' and 'thank every god in Asgard she loves your mug 'cause I couldn't take any more whining from you.'

"You're a prick, you know that, Anders?" Ty scowled, unimpressed by the 'blessing' bestowed on them. "Considering you're the fucking god of poetry, you'd think you could come up with something a little nicer."

"My speech at the ceremony will be gag worthy, don't worry," he said, earning another twisted look from Ty. "On that note," he gripped the back of your chair and slid you out from under the table, "we have other business to attend to, so we'll be off!"

"You're not coming back to ours for drinks?" Dawn asked, the disappointment clear on her features, watching as Anders tossed more than enough cash on the table to cover your meals as well as all the drinks consumed by the party.

"Afraid not, Dawnsie. Very crucial that I see to this immediately."

Anders winked at you, placing his hand on the small of your back, and with a quick farewell, you were hurrying out the door and into a cab.

After sliding across the back seat, Anders followed and was on you instantly, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek to hold you close to him so he could kiss you as fervently as he felt the need.

The address to his apartment was given to the driver between kisses, and with a glare from the unimpressed man through the rearview mirror, the car set off.

"I couldn't get us out of there sooner," Anders panted, leaning into you more and more, his knee parting your legs as much as your dress would allow.

"Do you feel bad for leaving?" you asked, your own feelings of guilt weighing on you.

Anders furrowed his brow and scoffed. "Feel bad? Fuck, no. Believe me, I have many things I should feel bad about and don't." He brushed his lips against yours playfully. "I'll add this to the list."

"You're horrible," you giggled, grinding against his thigh to put pressure on the device still seated inside you, making you shudder out a shaky breath.

"Yeah, and you love me."

"I do."

Your words seemed to encourage you both even more, sending you into a frenzy to get hands and lips on every available part of each other, until the driver slammed a little too hard on the breaks at a traffic light and forced you to stop.

"Oi! Can you two wait until you're bloody home and out of my car to do that shit?"

"Listen, mate," Anders began, his voice dropping as his powers took over, watching the man's eyes soften as he fixated on them in the rearview mirror. "Whatever happens in the back of this cab is none of your business, and your only focus is to be on the road and getting us home safely."

The cabbie nodded, and Anders clapped his hand on his shoulder, "Good man."

Turning back to you, he flashed a wicked grin as he outstretched one of his legs, trying to retrieve his phone out of his pocket, the fit of his pants making something so simple more difficult than it should be.

His dimples indented deeper in his cheeks as he settled back against the seat, waving his phone in the air for you to see.

"Don't think I forgot about this."

Squirming slightly, you took a deep breath to steady yourself as you waited for him to continue his teasing, and no longer ashamed to display your excitement, you moved to straddle his lap.

His blue eyes widened with a bit of surprise and wonderment, the slightly dominant act enticing him and making a boyish innocence wash over his previously confident face.

Moaning as you ground yourself on his bulge, he tipped his head back to fall against the seat, leaving you the freedom to roam his neck with your lips like you had wanted to all night, the smell of his cologne warmed from the heat of his skin.

But just as quickly as Anders lost himself in your distraction, he snapped out of his stupor and blindly found his phone on the seat beside him, his fingers swirling a deranged pattern that was copied by the toy, your gasp made audible as your mouth pulled away from his neck.

Regaining his control over you, he gripped your hips and flipped you so you were back to sitting on the worn leather, your shoulders pressing against the door. He crawled between your legs, his hand smoothing up your calf, and when he passed the bend in your knee and continued up the back of your thigh, your head thudded against the cold window as your eyelids fell closed.

Another pulsation rocked through your core, your whole body tensing as it tipped on the edge of a prohibited climax, the sound of Anders chuckling maliciously forcing your eyes open again.

Dimples greeted you once more as he smiled against the inside of your leg, his lips searing a trail closer to where you needed him.

Feeling maniacal, you proceeded to ignore your surroundings, Bragi's power working not only on the driver but seemingly on you too in order to make you partake in such a blatant act of exhibitionism; the intense need you felt to either rip the phone out of his hands to use to finish yourself off, or to simply have him fuck you in the back of the cab brazenly winning over all other thoughts.

He activated the toy again, both the internal vibe and the portion that rested snug against your clit at the same time, resulting in a shudder rippling through you from head to toe.

It ceased, right when he knew you would break, gracing you with a moment of reprieve before swiping his screen again.

"Anders!" you whined, the ability to withdraw from such gratifying pleasure fading with each taunting blow.

Stopping his onslaught, Anders captured your chin with his hand, holding it gently compared to the look he stared you down with, his eyes moving up from your heaving breasts to meet your inebriated, tortured gaze.

“I can smell you,” he whispered, placing a haste kiss on your lips before releasing your face and dipping his head to kiss your neck, and then the crest of your breast. “How aroused you are…" he muttered, his lips pressing onto you through the material of your dress, your stomach flinching as he contacted a ticklish spot. His breath was hot on your hip as it fanned out on the seam between your leg and torso, nearing your core, his mouth leaving a wet stain on the fabric as your scent made his mouth water. His fingers dug into you, his effort to avoid succumbing to such wanton desires disappearing with each tick of the fare meter.

"Fuck, it's so good!” he hissed, the slightly angry tone in his voice strained through clenched teeth spiking your frenzy tenfold as you raked your fingers in his hair and pushed his head further between your legs.

The car came to an abrupt stop, thankfully outside your destination, prompting Anders to sit up and run a hand over the stubble on his face before lifting his bum off the seat to take out his wallet.

Tossing enough bills onto the front seat to cover the trip plus more, Anders thanked the cabbie as he slid out ungracefully due to his erection and over-charged state. "Cheers, mate. You're a legend!"

He extended his hand and pulled you easily from the back, giving your ass a firm smack as he chased you up the stairs and through the glass door, the distance to his flat from the lobby seeming too far than was fair, especially considering he took advantage of it by triggering the toy as much as possible between each door.

Anders unlocked the door, opened and then closed it again before slamming you into it, his hands gathering your dress at your hips to ruck it up over your ass while your fingers tore at his buttons frantically and ripped open his shirt. Backing away from you to shrug out of it completely, he took hold of his phone again, watching as you squeezed your thighs together against the door, being able to see the vibrator in action as it assaulted your clit adding a whole new level to his cruel game.

"Anders, please!" you begged, slapping your palm against the wall beside you when he finally let up on the device.

"Come over here and stop me, then," he challenged, backing up into the kitchen where you followed willingly, his amused smile fuelling your determination to wipe it off his face.

The moment you closed the space between you, Anders lifted you onto the island, and unfastening his belt and trousers, stood between your spread, naked legs.

He kissed you fiercely, his fingers catching in the straps of your dress until he tugged them down your shoulders, your dress left bunched up around your waist, your breasts and sex exposed for him to do as he pleases.

Hooking your fingers in the band of his expertly fitting briefs, you whisked them down to meet his pants in a pool around his ankles, his cock springing free with an alluring bounce.

Crying out as his fingers found your core, you clenched around both him and the vibe, feeling full and beyond the point of holding back any longer, your hips lifting to rock against his hand momentarily before he gripped the obscenely coloured device and removed it from you.

"Mmm, you're so fucking wet," he hummed, his downcast gaze as he turned the vibrator over in his hand providing you a view of his long, golden lashes, the heaviness of his lids hinting at the weight of lust burdening him.

You swallowed thickly, your eyes widening in surprise as you watched him place the toy to his lips to give it a crude suck, his eyelids falling closed and brows cinching together as he tasted your slick, the wag of his cock not going unnoticed as it flexed with endearment; a nod to your impeccable flavour.

The toy bounced past you on the granite countertop, landing somewhere behind you after he tossed it carelessly once satisfied with its use, his eyes darkened with a ferocity you knew all too well as he hungrily glanced over your waiting body.

"I want more," he demanded, slipping his hands beneath your thighs to drag you to the edge of the counter in one swift motion, the momentum causing you to lay flat on your back as your lower half was being suspended in the air and only supported by him.

Your breath shook as he lifted each of your legs onto his shoulders, his eyes as blue as a flame as he hovered over your sex, and finally he gave you what you had been starved of all night.

His moan reverberated through your body, his hands tearing at your flesh eagerly as you clawed at the hard surface under you just as much, your arm shooting out to the side and accidentally sending a wine glass still holding the remains of a Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc from last night to the floor with a crash. Anders' appreciation and worship of you never turned stale, and as you dug your head into the granite in response to the enthusiasm of his ritual, you allowed yourself to plunge in the bliss he was spoiling you with; free now after such making such a sport out of your denial.

Never holding back from letting you know how much he was enjoying this too, Anders continued to hum and moan his appreciation, the neediness for his own release vocalized and sending you into a tailspin, the sound of your desperation mixing with his creating a manic symphony; each swipe of his silver tongue and suck from his convincing lips amping up what was already too much stimulation.

You ground against his face, his stubble adding to the plethora of unearthly sensations, and at the moment you peaked, Anders drove two fingers into your walls that began clenching around nothing, hooking them to massage your g-spot while flicking your swollen bead with his tongue. Dragging out your climax, he pulled your clit between his lips with a firm suck, continuing to berate you with his fingers until your whole body shuddered and eventually relaxed, your mewling dying down to quieter, shorter breaths on account of such immense relief.

The warm light from the overhead pendant made his face glisten as he rose from between your shaking legs and stared you down vehemently, his want for his own pleasure to be sated only increased exponentially by having participated in yours.

It always made your heart flip, never seeing him rush to wipe you from himself - his mouth or otherwise - and as he licked his lips now, his eyes slowly closing as he inhaled deeply, you felt a tingle scurry from the base of your skull to your toes that softly hit the floor; the greed in wanting more brimming dangerously as it followed closely on the heels of what you hadn't yet recovered from.

He was a sight to behold, standing before you proudly but with a sense of impatience as if he had been the one that was edged and perturbed all night; his mortal vessel radiating a godly glow that left you no doubts about his divinity. His skin had a sheen to it, his sweat catching in the thick expanse of curls that trailed down from his chest to his cock that was impossibly engorged and leaking from the tip, and a low growl resounded from him as his belly and chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

It made you smile, seeing him so affected by you, your excitement bubbling up through your stomach in realizing that this session lacked any real physicality up to this point.

His dimples flinched as he clenched his teeth together, his eyes fixed on you as he watched you find the zipper hidden in the side of your dress that was covered by the upper half folding over it, and once it was undone, you let it slip off your curves to the floor.

You smoothed your hands over your naked form, trying to entice him even more although it was completely unnecessary, your skin responding to your touch so sensitively with how charged you still were. Finding your nipples between your fingers, you caught Anders taking hold of his cock to stroke it before you blinked your eyes shut, his irregular breathing encouraging you to explore yourself further.

As you brought your fingers to your folds, Anders' raspy voice cut through the air, his proximity to you now surprising as he stood before you, his hand wrapping around your wrist to guide you in putting more pressure on your tingling clit that made you gasp.

"You still want more?" he chided, almost in a challenging tone. "I don't know if you can handle that…"

His lips brushed yours gently before his teeth captured your bottom one and tugged it, his hand moving yours harder against yourself as he increased the rhythm of his own hand on his cock, pumping it furiously so that his fist nudged your stomach with each pass.

"Please fuck me, Anders," you whined, arching your back so your breasts rubbed on his chest.

"Is that what you want? To come again…around my cock?" he asked, biting back his moan as the sweetest sounding one passed your lips.

"Because you've been such a good girl," he purred, accentuating the two words he knew would turn you into even more of a pleading mess, "I reckon I can."

When you responded with a shudder and moved your fingers faster, he chuckled viciously, even with knowing he wanted it possibly more than you did.

"How do you want me?"

Your voice sounded strangled and almost foreign, being laced with so much lust it seemed unrecognizable to you, even though he'd coaxed this tone out of you on more than one occasion and would a thousand times more.

"Turn around," he barked, unable to play these games any longer.

Doing as you were told, you turned around and bent at your waist, your arms bracing on the countertop, looking back at him over your shoulder with a smolder in your eyes you knew he couldn't resist.

Anders shook his head, your ploy to tempt him further not impressing him as he lined up behind you and ran his hand up your backside too gently for how he was feeling.

His weeping head nudged against your folds, and leaning over you so his body flattened yours closer to the island to gain better access, he peppered kisses across your shoulder blades.

"You looked so beautiful tonight, gorgeous. You did so well for me…"

You whimpered and pressed your hips back, trying to get him to breach your entrance fully, feeling as though your legs would give out beneath you when he finally did.

The difference in size between him and the toy felt drastic in comparison, but with a few drags in and out of you, you adjusted to him, the intoxicating pull in your core making your eyes blur as the hot pink vibrator laying forgotten near the kitchen sink became out of focus.

Anders didn't refrain from taking from you what he needed, smacking against you wildly as he chased his end, having held off for so long already taking its toll on him.

Hearing his grunts of effort change into an amused laughter behind you, your own lips curled up in a delighted grin, your whole body tingling from affection as he praised you.

"You feel so fucking good, you have no idea!"

Keeping his pace, Anders slammed into you with more calculated thrusts, his head hitting that sweet spot inside you that made you barrel faster toward a second point of bliss, his sack swinging forward to hit your clit with just the right amount of contact to draw you even closer to climax.

"Anders!" you cried, desperate for another release.

"That's it, baby, come for me! I'm right there with you," he groaned, his smile decorating the sound of his words. Reaching around you, he found your clit, strumming his fingers against it as if you were an instrument, coaxing the most beautiful music from you that only encouraged him on.

Lewd, wet sounds mixed with his unhinged laugh and your wails that became increasingly louder as he successfully tossed you into the throes of another orgasm; the utter glee that Anders found in carnal pleasures unabashed.

You tightened around him, choking him until he stuttered and growled as he pulsed inside you, the noises he made equally as shameless as he surrendered to his pleasure.

Your eyes remained closed as you worked at steadying your breathing and returning your heart rate to normal, the sound of Anders doing the same resonating in your ears as you sighed out sedately, now able to register the cool temperature of the countertop compared to the heat radiating from you as your fingertips splayed over it.

Pulling out of you as he began to soften, he chuckled with satisfaction, watching your combined spend spill out and leak down your thigh, the mess making you shuffle your legs together as you stood upright.

His hands landed on your waist while his lips teased the dewy skin on your neck, the scruff on his cheeks and chin making you shiver and lean back against his chest. Turning you around to face him, his eyes seemed to glow as he looked at you; a brightness enhancing them that made you want to do whatever it took to pull that expression out of him all the time.

"Was that worth it?" he smiled against your lips, leaning in to kiss you multiple times, the playfulness he'd exuded all evening not lost.

Smoothing your hands up his back, you scratched through his hair at the base of his neck, combing your fingers over his scalp until he tipped his head back and groaned with delight.

"It definitely was."

Guiding his head forward using your hands, you kissed him hungrily, melting into him again as he met the swirl of your tongue with matched fervor, his voice a low rumble when he broke away from you.

"Good. Now, come on, I'm taking you to bed."

Anders took hold of your hand and led you to the bedroom, glancing over his shoulder to flash a terribly mischievous grin along with his dimples that told you your night was far from over.

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