Page 19 of The Barbarian’s Claim (Not-So-Savage Barbarians #4)

Nineteen

EINAR

I could feel Matthew’s frustration. I knew he wanted more from me.

I realized one of his issues was that he didn’t feel confident enough to tell me what he needed.

I intended to change that. He trusted me, he told me so before, so he would eventually speak his mind.

That, or we would both go to sleep unsatisfied. The choice was up to him.

Lacing my fingers behind my head, I gave him a lazy look. “Will you stand there all night?”

His eyes widened in anger, and I saw his fight to stay his tongue. If he shouted at me, that was fine too. As long as he told me in one way or another what he needed.

“I-I–” He let out a frustrated growl, stomping over to the bed and yanking off his boots.

He tossed them aside, but he had to crawl over me to get to his side of the bed.

He looked as though he was considering sleeping elsewhere, but eventually caved and attempted to move past me without touching me.

Catching him around the waist, I tugged him against me. His breath caught, and I could see in his face that he wanted me to pull him beneath me. Instead, I rolled to settle him beside me and patted his hip.

“Rest well.”

A noise, sounding like a strangled squeak, escaped him as I turned over to douse the lantern.

I had no time to touch it before he grabbed my arm, tugging on it to get me to look at him.

When I glanced at him, his glare was impressive.

He scrambled out of the spot I’d laid him in, moving to sit on my stomach so he had the upper hand.

“W-why d-did you d-d-do that?” he demanded.

“Do what?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“Y-y-you know what!” he snapped.

I chose not to reply, raising an eyebrow at him. His face flushed with anger, and his fingers dug into me with his displeasure. It was a little fascinating, watching the normally quiet and sweet man lose his temper.

He seemed a little lost for words, his eyes darting around like he was searching for the right thing to say. To help him, I asked, “What do you need, Matthew?”

His eyes snapped back to mine. He clearly remembered the last time I asked him that question. He had shown me then with his body what he wanted from me. This time, he would need to use his words.

His breath quickened, and I saw him war with himself for a moment before his chin came up. “I-I n-need you to f-f-fuck me.”

His words shocked me into stillness. I expected him to ask for intimacy, but I never thought he would be so crude about it.

It set me off, like a spark to kindling, lighting me on fire.

I yanked him against me, twisting to put him underneath me as I attacked his clothing.

He was too thin to sleep without clothing, which frustrated me, and I heard seams pop as I yanked them off of him.

Matthew panted as he helped me by lifting his hips, wriggling free of his trousers.

When he was finally naked beneath me, I planted kisses down his torso, teasing his nipples, and down his belly until I reached his cock.

When I sucked his tip into my mouth, he arched his back, moaning loud enough that he would probably be overheard by those nearest to us.

It was late enough that most were probably sleeping, but I didn’t care.

I would not silence Matthew. His noises were like music to my ears.

Thankfully, I’d thought to pull out oil earlier in case we needed it.

I snatched it up while keeping Matthew distracted, slicking up my fingers, grinning to myself as his body contorted when my fingers pressed inside him.

He was young, inexperienced, and it didn’t take long before he was trembling with the need to come.

Little spurts of salty liquid teased my tongue, and I knew he wouldn’t be able to take much more.

I used it to my advantage, hollowing my cheeks as I pushed a third finger inside him.

That one always made him a little uncomfortable until he relaxed, so the distraction was necessary.

He came with a cry, spilling down my throat, and I swallowed every drop hungrily. The more I had of him, the more I wanted. Knowing I was the only one to bring him pleasure soothed a part of me that wanted to growl at anyone who looked his direction.

Letting his cock slip from my lips, I sat up, giving Matthew a moment to catch his breath as I slicked my cock with oil.

He looked debauched beneath me, his hair tousled and his breathing uneven.

Grabbing his hips, I moved to put him on his hands and knees, but he stopped me with a hand on my chest, his brows furrowed slightly.

“C-c-can I…” He trailed off, and a hint of unease crossed his expression.

“What do you need, Matthew?” I prompted again. I wanted him to be able to tell me what he needed from me. If he felt safe to use his voice with someone, I wanted it to be me.

Sucking in a slow breath, he pushed lightly against my shoulder.

I let him move me onto my back, watching as he straddled me.

His cheeks were pink, and he looked hesitant, but my cock twitched when I realized what he wanted.

I had to grip his hips to stop him because every inch of me wanted him to do as he wished.

“Tell me,” I urged through gritted teeth.

“I-I w-w-want to r-ride you,” he whispered, his voice so low I almost didn’t hear him.

But it was enough for me. Reaching between us, I positioned my cock, guiding him to take it.

He moaned as he sank down, his face twisted up in pleasure.

I felt breathless watching him rock his hips, slowly sinking down to take all of me.

He was beautiful like this, taking what he wanted from me.

Only the desperate need to come kept me from demanding he stay right where he was for the rest of the night.

MATTHEW

I didn’t understand how I could feel impossibly fuller in this position than when I’d been on my hands and knees.

But I did. It was a delicious sensation of fullness, just on the edge of too much, and when my rear was finally flush with his hips, I had to take a minute to give my body time to adjust.

“Einar…” I breathed. Somehow, when I was tired or lost in pleasure, I could say his name without a tremor. It was only one word, but it felt important to me.

I couldn’t focus on it for long. Einar gripped my hips tightly, lifting me and settling me back down again, showing me how to ride him properly. A moan ripped from me at the motion, and I lost all train of thought, my mind blank except for the pleasure coursing through me.

Balancing with my hands on his chest, I rode him until my thighs burned, chasing every ounce of pleasure he could give me. I felt powerful on top of him, in control of the speed and strength of each thrust, but after a while, my thrusts lost their rhythm. It was exhausting being on top.

Steadying me with his grip on my hips, Einar took over, thrusting his hips up to meet mine.

I fell forward from the force, my hands planted on either side of his head.

It changed the angle, and I cried out in surprise as he hit a pleasurable spot mercilessly with the new position.

My body, which had already been edging toward release, tightened, and I knew I wouldn’t last. I could only watch as his face twisted with ferocity as he fucked up into me.

It was the first time I could see his face while we were intimate, and it only made things that much better.

When he bared his teeth, it set me off, and I came with a cry, squeezing my eyes shut as I spilled my seed across his stomach.

I rode it out, moaning wildly, and barely had time to open my eyes before I saw his widen, and relief and ecstasy overtook his face.

He filled my channel until his release spilled from me, and I felt my cock twitch as one last burst of cum escaped.

Collapsing on top of him, I fought to catch my breath. Despite having a nap earlier, I was exhausted, and lying on top of Einar was surprisingly comfortable. My eyes drifted shut as my breathing settled, the warmth of him sinking into my skin.

A low rumbling chuckle vibrated against my ear. “Zoragar, we need to clean up first before sleep.”

I let out a little moan of protest, nuzzling my face against his fuzzy chest. I was content where I was. His cock was still inside me, and I was warm. Why did I need to move?

“It will not be pleasant if we don’t clean up,” he said plainly.

I still did not care. After the heartache of the afternoon, I didn't want to move away from him. Just like this, I was happy. I could stay in this exact spot for the rest of my life.