StoneHardPassion (4 page)

Reaching over, she turned off the machine, put the needle
down on the table. The silence sang in her ears, her thudding heart providing a
rather erratic underscore. For a long beat Vidar didn’t move, and then he
turned his head to look at her over his shoulder. Jasmine ran her tongue over
her teeth, inhaled, hoping to take in some courage with the deep breath.

“Is the thought of having sex with me so repulsive?”

Both his beard and moustache moved, and his cheeks darkened,
but his eyes looked completely clear, unclouded.

“No.” She was sure the muscle in his cheek jumped, as though
he’d clenched his teeth. “Not repulsive at all.”

He sounded as though they were discussing the weather, damn
him, and Jasmina’s annoyance, and defensiveness, grew. “So what’s the problem
then? One of the few things you’ve told me about yourself is that you live
alone. If you’re free, and I’m free, what’s the holdup?”

Vidar chewed on his upper lip for a moment, and she was
overcome with the urge to kiss him, find out what those firm lips felt like
under hers. When he spoke she finally heard emotion—sincerity and something
suspiciously like yearning—in his voice. “Jasmina—Jazz—I don’t have any
friends, except you. I don’t want to lose that, even if it means not knowing
what it feels like to…”

She smiled, amused that he couldn’t even say the words,
relief swarming through her blood. “Don’t be silly. It won’t change anything,
unless we let it.”

“How can you be so sure?” He shook his head. “You’re
surrounded by people, by friends. You can’t understand what our relationship
means to me, how bad I would feel to lose it.”

Giving in to impulse, she cupped his ass with one hand, her
fingers finding the hollow at the side, splaying out to cover as much of his
flesh as she could. A glance in the mirror told her he was hard again—wanted
her as much as she wanted him.

“You won’t lose my friendship, Vidar.” She spoke slowly,
raised her other hand to caress up the front of his thigh until the tips of her
fingers touched the springy thatch of hair at his groin. “Let me prove it to
you.”

The shudder that went through him was violent, exciting, but
she stayed where she was, giving him the chance to step away or voice any other
objections he could come up with. His face had tightened, grown almost
ferocious, and his breath grated in and out of his throat.

“Let me prove it.” She whispered it, tremors starting in her
belly and rippling out into every inch of her body. Putting pressure into her
touch, she urged him around to face her. After the briefest of hesitations, he
gave in and she almost gave a shout of triumph.

Jasmina licked suddenly dry lips as she surveyed his massive
cock. It truly was the most amazing she’d ever seen. The skin was like satin,
stretched tight over the hard, vein-defined core. It was capped with a
perfectly shaped head, darker in color, that only served to emphasize his
arousal.

With a little moan of pleasure, Jasmina licked from base to
tip, holding tight to his ass just in case Vidar changed his mind.

You’re not getting away from me now!

Chapter Four

Disbelief.

Shock.

The most intense ecstasy of his life.

His brain couldn’t figure out which sensation to focus on,
and that dilemma kept Vidar stuck in place, looking down at Jasmina licking his
cock like a lollipop. It was so surreal that when she curled her tongue around
the head he thought he felt the wet heat of it everywhere, all over his body at
once.

Her eyes were half closed, so all he could see were her
lashes fanning dark and thick against her cheeks. Breathy little sounds—moans
and hums—came from her throat, each one taking his arousal impossibly higher.
Closing her lips around the underside, near his balls, she ran them all the way
up to just under the head, keeping a little suctioning pressure with her mouth
the entire way.

The shudders raking his system made his legs weak. Reaching
back, he gripped the edge of the table so as to hold himself up and not sink to
his knees, locking his elbows to force his trembling arms to work properly.

Jasmina was clutching his ass, fingers gripping and
squeezing the muscles, pressing up so the skin behind his balls pulled taut,
adding another glorious sensation to the blowjob. She rubbed her cheek against
his erection, her face cool and smooth as it glided over his hot and
oversensitive flesh.

“Damn, Vidar.” Her hands slid around to grip his penis, the
sudden pressure of her fingers surrounding him making his hips jerk toward her.
“You’re so big. I don’t think I can get much of you into my mouth.”

He wanted to tell her she didn’t have to take any of him
into her mouth. If she just kept twisting her hands around the way she was,
he’d climax in no time. But he couldn’t seem to get his larynx to work except
to produce a harsh, pained sound with each exhale.

Suddenly she looked up, and he saw the intense pleasure on
her face, the glazed desire in her eyes. Her lips were already puffy, her
cheeks bright pink. She’d never looked more beautiful to him and Vidar’s heart
clenched, his lungs seizing for one long moment. He couldn’t look away, wanted
to capture the memory forever in his mind.

She smiled with a slow, sultry lift of her lips, and the tip
of her tongue traced over her bottom lip. “You’re also delicious.”

Then her mouth engulfed the head of his cock, moved down in
tandem with her hands. Her tongue swiped at the underside and Vidar closed his
eyes, knowing if he didn’t look away, he’d erupt immediately.

Freyja, give me strength.

Raising his face toward the ceiling, Vidar let the waves of
sensation batter him. The sounds Jasmina was making increased in tempo, and not
only could he hear them but
feel
them too, vibrating into his flesh,
making him crazy with lust.

“Jazz, Jazz, Jazz…”

He had no control over his body, his brain. His hips were
jerking to push his cock deeper into the mind-blowing heat of her mouth, his
lips chanted her name like a prayer.

She pulled back until her lips rested just against the tip,
her fingers remaining clenched around him.

“Oh, Vidar,” she whispered. “Open your eyes. Look into the
mirror.”

His head felt too heavy to move, his eyelids weighed down
with bliss, but somehow he made himself move, looking down at her instead.

“Look at our reflection, Vidar.” Her voice was low, husky,
the most sexy thing he’d ever heard in his life. Still holding his gaze, she
gestured with her chin toward the back of the room. “Have you ever seen
anything more divine?”

Like an automaton, he followed her direction, found himself
staring at a tableau so intensely erotic he at first couldn’t believe his eyes.

Was that really his body, bowed and stiff, every muscle
standing out with tension? Could that really be Jasmina leaning into him,
holding his cock as though never to let it go, her face flushed and damp as she
looked into the mirror too?

Sensation fired in his belly, seemed to reach down and draw
his balls up and up until they ached and throbbed, sending pulses to the base
of his cock.

“Oh yes, baby.” While he watched, Jasmina touched the tip of
her tongue to the head of his penis in a tender salute. “Come for me.”

She took him in again, mouth and throat, fingers and tongue
working together. The sight of his cock disappearing between her sweet, pink
lips held him immobilized in lust-driven shock for the longest few seconds of
his life. It was like watching a stranger have the experience he had long
craved, the actual sensation pushed into abeyance by the image.

But his body couldn’t take the combined stimulation for long
without moving. Eyes wide, Vidar saw the stranger in the mirror twine the
fingers of one hand into Jasmina’s hair and start pumping his hips. It looked
as though it was too hard, too rough, and he tried to pull back, slow the
tempo, but couldn’t. That other troll, the one he was looking at reflected in
the glass, had taken over, was driving him toward orgasm with each powerful
thrust.

Jasmina moaned, long and low, her fingers squeezing and
twisting around the base of his cock, her mouth following each movement, taking
him deep, deeper. Suddenly one of her hands slipped lower, cupped his balls.
Vidar arched, growled as the come boiled for a dizzying moment in his testicles
and then spurt in long, devastating pulses into her mouth. His lips opened, the
words of love he’d carried in his heart for the past eighteen months fighting
for release, having to be bitten back.

Weak, muscles trembling, he slowly collapsed back against
the table, but Jasmina didn’t let him go. Instead she wheeled her chair
forward, keeping him securely in her mouth, her tongue lazily swirling around
the head. Each swipe around the sensitive tissue caused another shudder to fire
through him, and he couldn’t stop the moans rising in his chest. Her attention
was becoming almost painful and he tightened his grip on her hair, tried to
gently ease her away.

With a final hard suck and a squeeze of her fingers, she let
his cock pop from between her lips and sat back. Tipping her head to look up at
him, she smiled, her eyes just gleaming slits beneath heavy lids.

“I hope that was as good for you as it was for me.” She
swung the stool from side to side in a nonchalant motion, but her fingers were
clenched around the edge of the seat. “And I hope you realize now that I meant
what I said. This won’t make any difference to our friendship.”

He wished he could agree. Already he was battling the urge
to pick her up, hold her, confess his bone-deep conviction that she was the
only woman for him. It had been hard enough to hide his feelings when things
were on a casual level. How could he manage not to reveal his love if she
insisted on being intimate with him like this?

Her smile widened, but something about the set of her face
looked anything but happy. With a fluid motion she got to her feet, leaned in
to kiss him on the cheek. “Come back tomorrow and I’ll go on with the work. I
got a little distracted.”

“I can’t tomorrow.” He was shocked his voice even worked,
much less sounded reasonably normal. “I think the ewes are about to start
lambing. I like to be around when they do.”

She shrugged, turned away to start dismantling her machine.
“I’m used to you coming and going when you can. Just let Ula know when you want
an appointment, to make sure I’m free.”

“Okay.” He watched her for a couple of seconds, saw her
fingers tremble slightly as she took the tattoo machine apart. “I’ll do that.”

His legs were still wobbling, but he made it around the
table to his clothing. He was watching her as he started putting on his pants,
disbelief at what had just happened swirling in his head. But his cock believed
it, started stirring anew as he let his gaze follow the sweet, sleek contours
of Jasmina’s back and ass, the long, shapely legs encased in black leather.

Suddenly, she tossed the piece of equipment in her hand down
onto the table and turned to face him. Thankfully, he’d just got his pants up,
could zip them before she realized he was lusting after her again.

“Listen, I’m going to get out of here. I’ll see you next
time, okay?”

“Sure.” He kept his voice level, but his heart sank. What
was her hurry? “See you.”

With a little wave, she disappeared in a swirl of
gold-and-green lights, making him curse with surprise. He really hated that
translocation shit.

After getting dressed, he made his way downstairs. After
waving goodbye to Ula, he crossed the Café and went out into the crisp
early-spring night. His head was still messed up, and he walked in the general
direction of the portal, shuffling his boots through the snow, hardly aware of
where he was, or was going.

It was still almost impossible to compute. Jasmina attracted
to him, giving him his first ever blowjob? He shook his head and scratched at
his whiskers. Saying he had a great body, a handsome face beneath the hair?

Crazy.

But there was a part of him whispering that perhaps this was
the opportunity he’d been praying to Freyja for all these months. That maybe
his love for Jasmina wasn’t as impossible as he’d thought. If he really tried,
gave it everything he had, it just might work.

They were more alike than he had ever imagined. He had no
family, she was cut off from hers. Perhaps together they could
find—create—something special.

A sign across the road caught his attention and he paused,
raised his hand to rake his fingers through his hair. He had nothing to lose,
he told himself, and a haircut and shave was as good a place to start as any.
If she wanted him clean-shaven, he’d do it.

For a moment he thought he heard laughter on the wind, as
though his goddess encouraged him with her joy.

Or mocked him for his arrogance.

Stomach twisting with nerves, Vidar went across the street
and, for the first time ever, into a barber shop.

* * * * *

Jasmina translocated straight home without even stopping to
let Ula or Hervé know she was leaving. Giving Vidar the blowjob had left her
shaking with lust, frantic with desire. But his lack of response afterward made
her unsure, wondering whether she was the only one who wanted a proper roll
between the sheets.

“Fuck that stone-faced troll.” She snarled it, popping the
snaps on her vest open with one vicious tug. “I hope he freezes his butt off on
the way home.”

Beyond the windows of her high-rise apartment snow drifted
down, lazy white puffs against the black sky. Inside the bright colors and
myriad plants usually cheered her up no matter how disheartened or annoyed she
was when she got home. Tonight they did nothing to improve her mood.

Yanking down the zipper on her pants, she shimmied out of
the clingy material and kicked them across the room.

She couldn’t decide whether to let anger or arousal take over.
Right now it was a simmering combination, making her prowl across the living
room, turn back before even getting fully into the kitchen. Throwing herself
down onto a low couch, she curled into a ball, pressed her fists into her eye
sockets, trying to ignore the need making her breasts tight, her pussy throb.

Had she completely fucked everything up between them? She
refused to believe that, not with the image of Vidar, body bowed with ecstasy,
seared into her memory. Not with the remembered sensation of that delicious
cock firing come down her throat, the sound of him chanting her name ringing in
her ears.

“Oh
shit
.”

She was still so wound up, so needy, she could hardly stand
it. She wanted his mouth on her breasts, between her thighs. Wanted that huge, hard
cock in her pussy. A moan gathered in her chest, broke free as she imagined
what it would be like to have him driving into her, stretching and pounding.
She wanted to ride him, see him supine beneath her, helpless with need. Or be
under him, under his control, helpless in return.

That thought made her shudder. She’d never been one to cede
to a man—never found the thought remotely appealing—but something about Vidar
made her long to be completely his, however he demanded.

I’m losing my mind over a troll? Get a grip, Jasmina.

It would be impossible to rest unless she took care of
business, but the thought of bringing herself off didn’t fill her with
enthusiasm. On a night like this she needed more.

Suddenly she thought of the special project she’d been working
on.

Jasmina sat up with a little laugh. Screw the troll. She
could do without him.

Striding into her bedroom, she knelt down beside the trunk
at the foot of her bed and disenchanted the lock so as to get it open.
Rummaging through, she found what she was looking for and pulled it out. The
rosy glass dildo caught the light, looked almost realistic as the rays
emphasized the bulbous head and ropy veins. It really was a thing of beauty,
and she was glad she’d purchased it on a whim at the last sex toy party Cassie
and she had gone to. And now was the optimum time to test out the enchantment
she’d impulsively put on it.

It’s not as big, or as beautiful, as Vidar’s cock.

Dammit, she wasn’t going to allow herself to think about him
now. The dildo was enchanted to take any form she desired. There were lots of
other men she could pretend to have in her bed tonight. It didn’t have to be
him.

She lay down without bothering to turn down the silk duvet,
squirming slightly at the sensation of the cool fabric against her heated
flesh. When last had she been this horny? Too long to remember. But, she
reminded herself, it had been a while since the last time she had sex. No
wonder she was so stirred up by giving a little head.

Cradling the dildo against her breasts, she warmed it, and
let arousal rise even stronger in her blood. Closing her eyes, she brought the
tip of the glass phallus to her mouth, gave it a soft kiss. Her lips still felt
tender, swollen from her encounter with Vidar. He’d tasted so good, that fresh,
foresty scent she associated with him extending to the flavor of his skin. And
that skin was as smooth as the glass now pressed to her cheek, only hotter,
pulsing with life, swelling in her hand, telling of his need even when he
wouldn’t admit it.