Capítulo 16: Chapter 16

He sucks my earlobe, dances over my cock yet again, and whispers, “Good. Hold that thought.”

Hold that…What?

Before I have time to finish my thought, his hands are gone from my body, footsteps are walking away from the couch, and I open my eyes.

“What just happened?” I ask the ceiling.

“Dinner is ready,” Viggo singsongs.

“Dinner is ready?” My brain isn’t working properly yet.

“Mhm. You know. Food.”

“I know what food is,” I grumble.

“Food is good. Food is necessary if we’re going to be fucking all night.”

That has me scrambling off the couch. Too quickly, so my knees hit the floor, but that doesn’t let that stop me from moving forward, resulting in some awkward knee-walking-stumbling until I’m back on my feet. I cross the floor and plaster myself to Viggo’s back, where he stands by the counter, slicing bread.

I slide my arm around his waist, press my aching dick against his ass, and lean my forehead against his neck. “You’re a cruel, cruel man.”