Getaway Ch 19: Pillaging Sookie

Charlaine Harris owns everything. I own nothing.

Thanks for all of your lovely reviews. levebreaks, this one is for you. It’s about to get hot in here, you have been warned. Now, find yourself a secluded area, and start reading.

Thanks Icelander for translating everything accurately for me!

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Pillaging Sookie

Eric’s hand moved lightly up my thigh, his fingers bridging the gap between my legs. His thumb traced the crease of skin between my hip and leg, never going quite low enough for my liking. I moved my legs apart so his hand would fall, right where I wanted it. Instead he placed it on the top of my thigh that was closest to him, tracing lazy circles on my skin. I was squirming in my chair and the noise coming out of my mouth was a mixture of shallow breath and disappointed grunts. The alcohol had made me a little giddy, and now I was just frustrated. I turned my body in my chair so I was facing his side, opening my legs wider for him. The room was getting louder and livelier by the minute, and everyone was interested in their own celebration, and not at all in what we were doing.

I kissed the side of his face, which was amazingly unexpressive. He turned to look at me and his eyes were filled with fierce desire. Maintaining eye contact, he pushed his finger into me. I gasped, and while my mouth was open he leaned towards me and slipped his tongue inside. It thrust in time with his finger, which was pushing me to the point of sublime release. My eyes rolled shut. His finger stopped. I opened my eyes again, and looked at him. “Eyes on me, Lover.” Thankfully he continued to finger-fuck me, faster and curving to push me to the brink. Just as I was about to come, he put his mouth over mine and devoured my screams of pleasure, as my pussy clamped around his finger in a cascade of spasms. He kissed and sucked on me, riding out the shock waves of pleasure. He slowly removed his hand and sucked on his shiny finger, his eyes closed. “I will never get enough of that,” he said when his eyes opened again.

I managed a crooked smile, feeling very satisfied. I looked down in his lap and the bulge was testing the seams of his pants. “Looks painful, want me to help you with that?”

“I thought you would never ask,” he said, unbuttoning and unzipping his fly.

I swung my leg over his lap so I could get closer to him, and reached my hand down between my legs and coated my hand with the wetness Eric had coaxed from my body. His lips peeled back, exposing his fangs. He gasped as my hot, wet hand reached inside his pants and pulled his hard cock out. I pumped my hand up and down a few times, and realized that this was definitely a two handed job. I dipped my other had into the pool of wetness between my legs and joined the other. I laced my fingers together and twisted my hands together, up and down several times. His body was tense and I knew a few more twists would finish him, so I slowed down. He growled at me. I pulled my hands apart and put one hand on the head of his cock, pushing against the other hand that still circled and pumped him slowly. I picked up the pace again and watched his face explode with pleasure for a moment before it relaxed into the usual unreadable expression. The hand I had used to rub the head of his dick with was filled with cum. His body shook at the final pulse of orgasm. I grabbed my napkin to quickly clean my hand and him before his pants were coated.

“All better?” I asked.

He looked at me, “Not quite.”

“Why don’t we find somewhere a little less busy?” I said to him, straddling him to stand up. I almost came again as my wet lips brushed his dick on my way across his lap. And I was not the only one. Taking a shaky breath, I adjusted my dress and continued my movement until I was standing next to him. He zipped up and stood, proudly displaying the brand new hard on raging inside his pants. He reached into his pocket and put a pile of money on the table for our meal. It was a good idea since it might be a while before we returned. I made my way to the stairs leading to the small balcony on the second level that overlooked the banquet hall, followed closely by Eric.

Since the second level lead to rooms in the hotel, it was deserted. The party was downstairs and it was still early enough that no one was going to their rooms. I looked out at the people drinking, dancing, and singing loudly with the music. I smiled and reached behind me and put Eric’s hand on my ass, he squeezed me hard enough to force a squeal out of my mouth. For the first time in my life it was me sneaking away from a party with my lover. I felt desirable. And there’s nothing more powerful and sexy than that.

I stopped on the top step and spun around to face Eric. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, enjoying being the same height. He stroked my boots with his large hands and skimmed up until he was cupping my ass, kneading my skin, pulling me against him. The railing next to us was wide enough to block our bodies from the view of anyone downstairs. I reached down and unzipped his pants, and pulled him out and positioned him against the inside of my legs. I sighed as the length of his cock slid between my legs, rubbing against my wet pussy. He rocked his body back and forth, pushing his dick until it brushed my ass, and pulling it until the head was aligned at my opening. I lifted one leg and curled it around his waist, and said, “Taktu mig, ég er þín.” (Take me. I am yours.)

He tilted his hips and pushed into me with one swift movement. I gasped against his neck, thankful that I was still holding onto him. The muscles in my leg stretched and contracted, giving me the strength to keep up with him as he thrust into me. I felt myself falling fast towards the brink of climax. I held onto him and used the heel of my boot to push him harder and deeper into me. He held my hips steady with his hands and slammed into me. “Fastar, já, ríddu mér fastar .” (Harder, yes, fuck me harder.) I screamed as I came. The strength in my leg gave out. I wrapped my other leg around his waist and relaxed against him. He stepped up, rounded the corner, and put me down on the table at the top of the stairs. He held my face between his hands and kissed me so passionately that I knew the night was about to get hotter. I reached up and put my hat on him. Good god he was breathtaking! I leaned away from him and tugged open the ties holding my dress together. I whispered, “Taktu mig, víkingurinn minn.” (Take me, my Viking.) He growled again, his lip pulled up in a sneer, showing his fangs.

“Ég vil éta þig. Alltaf. Þegar. Ég. Ríð. Þér.” (I want to eat you. Every. Time. I. Fuck. You.) He punctuated each word with a brutal thrust into me. I couldn’t hold myself steady. He pulled out of me, flipped me over and pushed me down roughly onto the table. I braced myself on the railing so my hips wouldn’t suffer as much. He pushed my dress up so it was piled on my back, and reached down and stroked my ass. He lifted me off the ground by my hips, pushing my breasts into the table. He positioned himself at my opening again and eased back into me. His gentle movement calmed me, and that is when he continued his unrelenting pounding, forcing my arms to grip the railing harder while he fucked me. I was begging now, certain that I would pass out at any moment. Just as I was sure I couldn’t take any more, his fingers snaked around and found my clit and rubbed so incredibly fast that my orgasm shocked through me. My body bucked up against his, which ripped his orgasm out of him. He thrashed against me, holding me firmly in place. My arms gave out and I collapsed onto the table. He leaned against me, planting kisses on every spot of skin he could.

“We really need to keep the hat,” I said to the table. “I think it unleashed your inner Viking. You can pillage me any time, Víkingurinn minn.” (my Viking)

He pulled me up into his arms and looked in my face. “How do you keep doing that?”

“What?” I asked innocently.

“The Icelandic? The person teaching you needs a big gift!”

I smiled at him and admitted, “It’s the woman that works at our hotel. I have talked with her several times. She is thrilled to share her language with me, and is also really turned on by the thought of saying them to you. She has quite a fantasy about you. In fact, this hat and vest might have starring roles.” Honestly, the vest and hat already had a secure place in my spank bank, which I would be sure to utilize for the rest of my life.

He spotted a couch near the wall and pulled me into his lap as he sat down. We sat there talking and laughing about the food and music, and once I had recovered, I stood up, retied my dress, attempted to smooth my hair, and said, “I believe you promised me drinking and dancing!” He stood up, and as I reached my hands down to fix his zipper, voices trailed up the stairs. A drunken couple came staggering past us, groping each other on their way to their room. It seemed to be a theme for the night.

We walked back downstairs and stood in the crowd of people dancing and singing with the music. The crowd had changed since we had gone upstairs. Everyone was much louder, which I have a feeling had to do with the piles of brennivín bottles littering the tables. I noticed that there were a few vampires in the room, enjoying the chance to relive the past surrounded by uninhibited humans. They were waiting for an invitation to be part of a night some lucky person would not soon forget. King Björn was sitting to the side of the dancing area. Eric inclined his head and tightened his grip on my waist. Eric made no attempt to go talk to him, and the king made no attempt to summon us.

Eric spun me around and we danced to the lively music until I was out of breath and dizzy. He pulled me against him. I was having so much fun! He smiled down at me, knowing how happy I was.

I leaned against Eric, enjoying his rumbling voice as he sang along with the music. The night continued for many more hours filled with singing, drinking and dancing. I drank a lot more and by the time I was feeling sloshy drunk, I blurted out, “Do you want some brennivín?” I stroked my neck.

“Not here, not in front of King Björn,” he said with a warning tone. There must be some sort of rule, which explains why everyone was behaving. It made sense. No one wanted to disrupt the delicate balance. Iceland is a small place and if a vamp got out of control everyone would know about it and the rest of the population would suffer. “Although the offer is very…tempting,” he said staring at my neck, hunger evident in his eyes.

“Why don’t you join me outside, while I cool off?” I smiled at him and pulled him with me as I stumbled through the big front doors. I backed up against the outside of the building and pulled my hair out of the way. He lunged for me and licked and sucked on my neck before biting into the soft skin. He moaned and his body became loose as he drank from me deeply. He was pushing his feelings into me, desire, hunger, enjoyment, and love. He pulled away from my neck and licked my skin, leaning against the wall to steady himself. His skin was pink and blotchy and his eyes were swimming. “That was…better than I remember!” He slurred, licking his lips.

We danced together outside, laughing and falling all over each other. We eventually joined the party again and stayed until it was starting to get light outside. Eric gathered my coat and we walked back to Hotel Dreyri in the hazy morning light. When we entered the lobby, my Icelandic language teacher was working again. Her eyes scanned Eric slowly from head to toe and she flushed and turned around, embarrassed. “See?” I said raising my eyebrows and elbowing him in the ribs. He laughed softly. I was suddenly exhausted. Eric scooped me up in his arms and carried me into our suite and put me down on the bed. He towered over me, taller now with the horned hat on.

“Thank you for tonight, I have never had so much fun!” I said as I yawned.

“Likewise.” He said as he pulled his clothes off. He joined me on the bed and undressed me, pulling my legs over him so our bodies were twined together.

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Whew, this chapter took me hours to get right, so I hope you all loved it. Please give me some love and review.

On to Getaway Ch 20: Last night in Reykjavík

17 thoughts on “Getaway Ch 19: Pillaging Sookie

  1. Mindy says:

    I like how they can have fun together as a couple, what a wonderful vacation.

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  2. aci says:

    Very hot, loved it!

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  3. theladykt says:

    great party. surprised she’s so open in public, but alcohol will do that

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  4. Lynn says:

    Eric really know how to show her a good time. What a fun party!

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  5. sexybitch101 says:

    I like this sookie, she’s knows how to have fun, good job ur story is great!!

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    • Thank you again! I’m a huge fan of smart Sookie. Gotta keep her brain on so she can fully appreciate Eric, right? 🙂 I have MANY other stories, and I hope you love them just as much! None are as long as Getaway (not by a long shot!), so they won’t take you nearly that long to read through. 🙂 I love reading reviews, and appreciate every single one!

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  6. VictoryInTrouble says:

    They sure did have a lot of fun! I can just picture Eric in his fur lined vest and horned helmet, hello! I want more drunk Eric! I love that he can get drunk off her alcohol laced blood.

    You know what I just realized? You wrote Switched, which is one of my favorite stories. When I was writing my first story, someone recommended it to me and at the time I didn’t have a wp account to be able to leave reviews. But it is so clever and so incredibly hot, I will not mind at all re-reading it!
    I also didn’t know you have written your own book. I will have to look around your site more fully!

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    • Aww, thanks! I absolutely loved writing Switched. One of my all time favs. 🙂 So much so that I wrote a novel based on a similar idea (I’m still waiting to hear back from my publisher!). I’m so glad you loved it! I’d be flattered to have you re read it…

      As for my other stuff, I have published two books and self-published one short story (all available through Amazon). My third book is awaiting review at the publisher, and I’m about 1/3 of the way through my fourth book. I write a lot. I might have a problem. 😉

      I’m so glad you loved this chapter! I know what you mean…a Viking in a vest and helmet? Yes please! Thank you SO much for reviewing to share the love with me!!

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  7. Needtodo says:

    I love your story 🙂 as MA in history with a keen interest in viking history 😉 I do have to tell you that the viking helmets didn’t actually have horns. But it is a broad misuderstanding even in the scandinavian countryes up untill the 1980’ties. The vikings with the hornes is so much more interesting it seems, so it has been a hard myth to kill. LOL!

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    • I know, I know…they’re just so damn sexy with their jutting horns and all. Plus, when you buy a novelty ‘Viking helmet’ you get one with horns. Not exactly accurate to history, but pretty awesome for making Eric jealous. 🙂 I’m so glad you love the story. It was the first chapter story I ever wrote, and it’s a huge one. Mostly just an excuse for 67 different ways to have sex. LOL. Thanks for reviewing! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story and all the others I have posted here. I just love hearing from new readers!

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  8. shoegirl01 says:

    Loved this! Dancing and *dancing* the night away 🙂

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  9. Tree says:

    I am loving the cultural lessons! Traditional foods are often inexplicably odd – I attended a Bulgarian cherry festival once, and was served what turned out to be boiled sheep’s lung. Yummy! (not)

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    • Traditional Icelandic cuisine is repulsive. Seriously. Who eats putrified shark? Gross. Boiled sheep’s lung doesn’t sound much better. I had a lot of help from my Icelandic friend for all the cultural stuff. She’s lovely. 🙂 Thanks for reviewing!

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