The music wasn’t what I expected once it started up, considering Seth’s job. It was actually quite nice, very melodic. The musicians clearly knew what they were doing. After one band was done, another one got up and started playing something similarly soothing.
“We’re up next,” Ragnar said, getting to his feet, looking like a flag unfurling vertically.
“We?”
“The band.”
Those were two words that changed everything, as well as bringing them into perspective. Particularly when I witnessed Ragnar take up the percussion box and set it up behind his two bandmates.
I braced myself for what might be coming, the experience of the previous bands leaving me on edge for the next.
It was beautiful in a deep, primal way. Like a hymn from the earth, rather than one to it. The three vocalists, including Ragnar, were giving it their all, the lowest tones coming from him. Both in terms of the vocals and the beat he set, which the life-giving pound of my heart soon matched.
“What did you think?” he asked, sitting back down beside me.
“It was really beautiful,” I told him, afraid he’d think I was just saying that because I wanted to hook up with him.
But it was true— I had loved it.
“Where would you like to go?” he asked.
Without a second thought, I blurted out the thought I had had earlier.
“My place.”
“Alright then,” he said, grinning. “I’m down with that idea.”
Chapter Two - Stephanie
The door to my apartment was barely closed before I was pressed up against it. Ragnar must have been as attracted to me as I was to him, his erection pressing up against my pelvis as we made out like hormone-crazed high-schoolers.
Migrating down my neck to my breasts, he took down the front of my dress, then snapped off my bra in one smooth motion. My nipples were rock hard, and not just because of the sudden breeze on them.
“Oh!” I gasped as he took one of my nipples in his mouth, gently playing with the other.
My panties were drenched, and I needed to be touched down there soon, or I was going to go insane. Ragnar seemed to sense this, continuing on his sojourn down my body, taking my dress down along with him.
Before I knew it, I was only in my panties. I should have been embarrassed. Ordinarily I would have been. Nearly naked in front of a guy I’d just met a couple of hours before. I wasn’t a virgin but I also wasn’t one to go for casual sex usually.
Both were fine decisions, don’t get me wrong, I was just somewhere in the middle. I was too horny to care at that point, though, and Ragnar was so gentle that I had the strong sense I could trust him.
And after all, he hadn’t pushed me into this, either. Going to my place had been my suggestion. Had I wanted to go for coffee, I think he would have been happy to do that, too. But I wanted sex, and he was giving it to me.
There was something about him that drove me mad with desire and I was glad we were getting it on.
I started to tremble as he took down my panties. He was gentle but determined.
Caressing his way back up my bare legs, with my back still pressed up against the door, he took my ankles, one by one, and positioned my legs over his shoulders, resting them so that my knees bent naturally over him and my calves touched his back. I braced automatically against the door, but I knew I was perfectly safe.
Ragnar kept his hands firmly on my hips, holding me steady as he buried his face between my thighs, devouring my pussy until I screamed with release and relief.
I wasn’t close to coming yet but had found the sweet contact I’d needed for so long— since first laying eyes on him, to be honest. It was like he was specially designed by nature to turn me on.
Running my fingers though his hair as he pleasured me, I tried to focus on what was happening with my pussy— the pleasure that I’d been denied, and denied myself, by not having casual sex and not thinking I’d miss it.
How wrong could a person be. I’d missed it desperately and sweet Ragnar was finally giving me what I had so long craved, in a new and inventive way.
He was so tall that my feet, let alone my ass, were nowhere near the ground. My head was up about halfway up the door, near the ceiling, and my feet dangled down near his lower back.
I had to cover my mouth to keep from screaming and alerting the neighbors. It wasn’t really their business, but reputations took years to build and seconds to destroy.
Ragnar lifted me from his shoulders, slowly lowering me to his waist, where I clung myself to him, my face buried in the crook of his neck as I recovered, the bonding hormones very much doing their work.