Take Me Now, You Big Viking! Part 1

Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.

This one shot takes place in Chapter 5 of ‘From Dead to Worse.’ Assuming, once again, that Sookie has come to her senses and forgets all about Quinn and helps Eric ‘recover’ from their encounter with the mysterious were sent to kill her. I know I’m deeply entrenched in my story, ‘Getaway’ but this story has been begging to come out of my dirty mind for months now, and I just couldn’t ignore it anymore.

I want to say a big Thank You to SeriousCrush, my amazingly talented content editor. If anyone can make me feel special and loved, it is you, despite your busy week and long hours. Thank you for making me a priority!

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Take Me Now, You Big Viking!

He parked in front of the house, turned to me as much as he could in the little car. “Sookie, I’m hurting…Can I…” He leaned over, brushed his fingers over my neck.

Eric’s cool touch sent a shiver through me, making my body warmer and wetter than it had been a minute ago. I glanced at the spot in his neck where the bullet had entered, and watched wide-eyed as it was forced out of his skin. I held my hand out, and caught the little hunk of metal as it fell. I let it drop with a plunk into the cup holder between us.

“Let me see,” I said as I grabbed his chin to turn his wounded neck towards the security lights to get a better view. The skin was smooth and shiny, and became the same silky texture of the rest of his neck as I watched him heal. His thick glossy blood still stained his neck, and had pooled slightly in the dip of his collarbone inside his shirt. I pulled the edge of his shirt back to see how much blood he had lost and had the sudden desire to lick him, to taste his blood again, sweet and powerful. I stared at his neck, biting my lip as I fought the urge.

Eric could sense my confused state of mind and said, “Sookie…”

I had leaned closer to him when I heard him say my name. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent, moaning despite my attempt to control myself. He leaned his head back against the headrest, offering himself to me and whispered my name. I steadied myself by stretching my right arm across his chest, resting my hand on the door, positioning my body a few inches away from his. His cool skin penetrated my clothes, simultaneously quenching and stoking the fire burning inside me. I closed the gap between us and licked his neck, savoring the cool sticky blood that coated my tongue. His left hand reached up and stroked the inside of my thigh, which was hovering over his lap. His touch encouraged me, and I began to devour him with my tongue, licking and sucking his neck frantically.

The small car filled with the sounds of our pleasure. My hand ran down his chest, and with a boldness fueled by Eric’s power coursing through me, I grabbed his dick through his pants. A large wet spot spread through the fabric of his pants as I licked his neck and stroked his cock. He groaned and moved against my hand, forcing the continually hard bulge against me. It had been so long since I had enjoyed this particular part of his anatomy that sparks of excitement flew through me at the thought of enjoying him again. I pulled away from him just enough to pull the sky blue silk shirt off, tossing it into my vacant seat. His fingers quickly found the clasp on my back and flicked it open, letting the bra straps relax against my shoulders. I shrugged my bra off, into my hands and tossed it to the side as well.

“I need to feel you,” he said, followed immediately with a quick rip of his shirt, exposing his perfect chest.

I crushed my breasts against him and felt a new flood of moisture in my panties. My legs were contorted between the two seats, so I kicked my shoes off and crawled into his lap, to be closer to him. My lips found his and tentatively kissed until he opened his mouth to me. I felt his pleasure rumble through his chest as my tongue carried the taste of his blood into his mouth.

I leaned back against the steering wheel and fumbled with the button on his pants, finally freeing his raging hard-on. I pumped him a few times, expecting him to come again with how much he was moaning as I did so. He stopped before he lost himself again and dipped his hand inside my pants. I looked down and my pants were also open, and wasn’t quite sure when he had managed to do that. He hissed as his fingers found the wetness radiating from my sex, and rubbed delicately against my damp silky panties.

We had reached an impasse, where neither of us could undress more with how we were sitting. I shifted my body sideways, kneeled in my seat and smiled. He watched me hungrily as I pushed my pants and then my panties down. Eric’s eyes were glazed over. I cleared my throat and looked down at his pants, straining to contain the rest of his erection. He slithered out of them until his pants were wedged around his ankles.

I spread my knees for him and pushed a finger into Eric’s mouth, feeling a pull deep inside my body as his tongue swirled around and sucked on my finger. The security lights clicked off, giving us a little more privacy in case Amelia was near a window. The thoughts of my roomie were whipped out of my head by his fang scraping the side of my finger. I pulled my finger out of his mouth and dipped it inside my dewy folds. His tongue darted out of his mouth every time my finger disappeared inside me. I traced my sticky hand over his hard cock, coating him. I pushed his knees together, loving the meaty thwack that accompanied his muscular legs bumping into each other. I turned around, and used the steering wheel to pull myself onto his lap. Facing the steering wheel I planted my feet firmly on the floor on either side of his legs. I reached between our bodies and pushed his cock down, away from his body, so I could sit on top of it, letting my wet lips kiss his cold hard length.

I leaned back and reveled in the full contact of my back against his chest. Eric’s large hands sprung into action and reached to cup my breasts, massaging and teasing my nipples making me forget that I was the girl with the plan. I tilted my hips forward and backward, rubbing my wet folds against him. He whimpered and his hands stilled against my breasts, frozen in anticipation. I lifted my hips off of his lap and tilted them forward, aligning the head of his cock with the entrance to my pussy. I could feel him losing control, his desire to ram into me was overwhelming, and yet he did nothing. He was waiting for me. I smiled and lowered myself a couple of inches, engulfing his head in my heat. He growled. I lifted myself off, pulling almost all the way away from him. I teased him a few more times, met with increasingly feral growls. I knew I was playing with fire, and by the time I sank down all the way, taking in his whole length, I had exhausted his patience. I braced myself against the steering wheel, as he thrust into me, fucking me with an urgency I had never experienced. I came hard, screaming his name as the orgasm shook my body, pulsing against his. I felt lightheaded, and satisfied for the first time in months, maybe even a year. Wait…did I just think that? Months or a year? What about Quinn?

Quinn was history. I couldn’t delude myself anymore. There was no being on this planet that could satisfy me like this Viking could. I was a fool to resist him, and knew that I wouldn’t be able to again, just so long as he didn’t open his mouth and ruin everything.

When my internal debate and the shockwaves had subsided, Eric pulled me back, against him, caressing my slippery skin. Eric’s pace was much more relaxed now, as if he had gotten the urgency out of his system, and now planned to make the most of our joined bodies. We moved together slowly, in perfect unison, establishing a rhythm that resurfaced from a forgotten memory. How could my body forget this? His fingers kneaded my hips, urging me to open my legs, sprawling wider on either side of his seat. His grip was firm. Possessive. Guiding my hips to meet his gentle thrusts. I ground against him, arching my back with each dip of my hips. I could feel his pleasure intensify and knew he was close. I pulled his hand away from my hip and sucked two fingers into my mouth, positioning his hand on top of my clit. His fingers went to work, expertly rubbing and squeezing my tense bundle of nerves. I moaned as I leaned back against him feeling the pressure of another orgasm building inside me.

“Bite me,” I whispered, tilting my head to the side.

Eric’s body tensed under me. His face hovered next to mine, inhaling me, extending the moment. He kissed and licked my neck, and as his fangs slid into my skin, his fingers and his cock worked together to rip the mother of all orgasms out of my body.

I screamed and convulsed, held firmly against him with his mouth, his hands and his pulsing dick. My pussy contracted over and over, devouring his orgasmic release.

I felt his fangs retract, replaced by his cool tongue, cleaning my skin the same way I had cleaned his. I collapsed against the steering wheel, filling his car with the sounds of my panting breaths. Eric’s fingers moved in lazy swirls down my back, following my spine and occasionally drifting across my ribs.

“I have wanted to do that since the second you finished your dinner with Niall,” Eric said drowsily.

“Do what?” I asked trying to figure out which part he was referring to.

He laughed and said, “To fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you. Thank you for yielding to me.”

I whipped my head around to face him, my mouth hanging open in disbelief. Me, yield to him? This was my idea. I was in control, not him! I don’t know how he managed to replace intense pleasure with severe irritation, but Eric succeeded the second he opened his mouth. The smug look on his face disappeared as soon as he realized how angry I was. I pulled away from him, and twisted my body into the passenger seat, roughly pulling my shirt over my head and my pants up my legs.

“I can’t believe you. Why can’t you just keep your mouth shut for once?” I demanded.

Eric stared at me, dumbfounded.

I could feel his confusion and I felt bad for him for a minute, almost forgetting my anger. Almost. I stepped out of his car, slamming the door behind me, and stomped into my house.

I leaned my back against the inside of my front door, and said, “I am woman, hear me roar.” As the words left my mouth, I realized I had left my bra and panties on the seat of his car. Oh shit. Now I knew I would have to get them back, and I already knew I couldn’t resist him ever again.

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Oh Eric…

Part 2 is coming soon!