Across the Music (Across the Ocean Book 2) (11 page)

My hands, which had been resting at my sides before, now lift to cover each of his hands on me, pushing his hand on my breast up to cover my nipple, and the hand between my legs a closer to my sweet spot.

"Já, that's right. Open your legs and show me what you want," his encouragement is sexy as sin, and I'm completely under his spell, following his direction without question. Moving my legs as far apart as I can, considering they're kind of tethered with my pants and knickers, I try to make enough room for his hand to have easier access.

My reward is him sliding his fingers between the lips of my bare pussy, still slow and soft. Within a moment, he has found my clit, and rubs leisurely circles around it again and again, until I lose contact with reality and begin to only feel the pleasure. My eyes are closed, and my hand is still on top of his, as he touches me. Suddenly, he stops moving his hand, leaving it in place upon my pussy, until I open my eyes to see why he's stopped. The throb and hum from my clit demanding attention is all I can think about.

"I told you to
show
me what you want." Oh. So he did. My hand slides a little further down onto his, lining my index and middle finger with his that are resting on my clit. His fingers are wet from my arousal, and that only heats me up further.

Pressing his fingers down further until his palm is over my clit and his fingertips are only a breath away from being inside of me, I turn my face into his neck to nuzzle him with my nose.

"Fuck me with your fingers. Fuck me, please." I push his fingers a little further, and the two of them easily slide inside of me.

"Show me." I don't know how to show him to fuck me with his fingers! All I want to do is have an orgasm, dammit. I growl with frustration when his hand doesn't begin to move, just holding steady with his fingers inside of me. The only gratification at this moment is that I can feel his rock hard cock pressing firmly against my arse, and he's rubbing against me almost absentmindedly. At least he's not as completely unaffected as he seems to be.

Not quite sure how I'm supposed to use his fingers to fuck myself, I instead opt to fuck his fingers. Sliding my fingers down to his wrist to hold his hand in place, I begin to grind my hips back and forth. I let out a moan when he starts to move his fingers inside of me in the 'come hither' motion, while pinching my nipple through my bra with his thumb and forefinger for added sensation.

My legs start to feel shaky, and I manage somehow to get one leg out of my clothes on the floor, taking the extra few steps while holding his hands in place, in order to lift and place my right foot on the edge of the bed for support. My spare hand lifts up high to grip the frame of the bunk bed above while I continue to grind my hips and ass against him. Good mate that he is, he moves forward smoothly with me.

"
Fokk. Ótrúlegt
." I don't know what that means, but right now I don't care. The pleasure within me is racing straight for the finish line, and with his fingers moving like they are inside of me, it's not going to take long. I'm panting and moaning with my movements, but I barely notice. I do notice when he lets my breast go in order to take a firm grip on the underside of my thigh that is lifted on the bed, and to adjust his stance behind me.

His hand begins to pump his fingers within me at a rapid speed and roughness that brings the train inside of me home. My hand releases his moving one in order to grip the bunk above as well, the sound of the bed under my foot squeaking and my pussy making wet noises from his expertly moving fingers.

"Please don't stop... don't stop. Don't ever fucking stop," I plead and moan with him as my orgasm shows up and explodes within my pussy, sending waves of delicious pleasure throughout my entire body, causing my breath to catch in my throat, and my limbs to all tense up and shake with it. It's so goddamned good. My blood is pounding heavily through my limbs, and my heart is going at a hundred miles a minute, it seems.

Loki's hand is slowing down, helping me come down from my orgasm, but he's still grinding against my ass, and his cock is harder than before. It must be painful to be so hard. Poor bloke. As he pulls his wet fingers out of me, I release the bunk bed, and put my foot back on the ground, turning to look at him for the first time in this whole thing. I'm still shaky and am not sure how I'm still standing, but this bloke is something else.

Leaning forward towards him, I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him to me for an open-mouthed duel of tongue licking and lip biting. He takes it, and brings his own, he makes me feel like all the nasty, dirty side of me can be free to be a kinky little bitch with him. I hardly know him, so I don't know what that means fully, and I'm not really ready to consider it at this moment. I just know I had one hell of a good time.

There's a knock on our door, and Brooke's voice calls to me through it.

"Sophie! Are you changing into your swimsuit? We're getting ready to go into the hot tub in a few!" I hastily pull back from Loki. It's not like he's dating anyone, and neither am I, but I guess I just don't want to be seen in compromising situations with possibly two different blokes in one weekend. I know, it's pretty presumptuous for me to assume that I'll have some fun with Gunnar, too. I don't know. I am no predictor of the future. You can't say for sure that it won't happen.

"Yes, I'm getting ready! I'll be there in a few minutes!" I don't want her to open the door, and I'm relieved to hear her say "Okay," before walking away.

"Here's the deal, mate. That was absolutely incredible. Hands down the best orgasm I've had in a while. But, when I watched that girl fuck you with her mouth, I was left hot and bothered for the rest of the evening; touching myself didn't even help. So, payback is a bitch." I'm smirking at him a little bit over my shoulder as I turn to grab my bikini from the floor and put it on quickly.

Loki is just standing still, staring at me as I prepare. I'm hyper-aware of his hard cock pressing against his shorts, but there's a fun glitter in his eye, and I think he secretly likes that I'm leaving him hanging, and playing this little game with him. Maybe he feels like I'm issuing a challenge of some sort. Finishing tying the strings on my bathing suit, I reach into my bag to grab a towel, and turn to the door. Sending a wink in his direction, I blow him a kiss and leave him standing in the room.

Really though, that was an awesome orgasm.

When I finally reach the hot tub, Brooke is the only one in there. I'm a little grateful, since I'm sure my cheeks are still flushed, and I don't have to feel shy around Gunnar for a little while. I feel incredibly filthy and naughty just considering having a piece of both of them in such a short period of time, but truthfully, it's the good kind of filthy and naughty. I'm just too shy to say the words out loud. I think I'm perfectly fine wallowing in what would be considered inappropriate by most folks. I think.

"Come on in and join me. I have a beer here for you, and I think others will be joining us soon," Brooke is really the sweetest, most sincere person that I've met in a long time. She's younger than I am, but I definitely feel like I've been taken under her wing.

"Thanks, peaches. I appreciate you thinking about me." I climb in and slowly sit down in the steaming hot water, feeling the rush flow over my body until I'm submerged up to my collar bones. I close my eyes and let out a long blissful sigh. I think this is absolutely heaven. An orgasm and a soak in the hot tub in a random summerhouse in Iceland. There's a beer in my hand, good people around me, and peace and quiet from thoughts about my dad.

"It's wonderful, huh?" I open my eyes to look at Brooke. She's beautiful. She has a look of understanding in her eyes. "Once you get it, it's near impossible to get out." I believe her. Closing my eyes again, I tilt my head back against the edge of the tub, letting my feet stretch out across from me.

"What brought you to Iceland?" She asks me pleasantly, sheer bliss radiating from her voice as well.

"I'm here to do music stuff. Enjoying the treasures of Iceland; living my life and all that jazz. Mostly it was just to get away from the mess at home." God dammit, did I just voluntarily open up about my personal life? There must be a truth serum in the water steaming its way into my bloodstream through my nose. No, I guess that's not likely. I must just feel comfortable enough to talk about it.

"What was so bad at home?" Brooke's voice again, unsurprisingly. I give a mental shrug, and take a step back into some murky emotional waters. I haven't been here in a while, but maybe the water and good company will keep me safe.

"Well, it's a long story. My mother and my brother both died over the span of several short years, and my father couldn't handle it. He became an addict to many types of things, and needed me to take care of him and bail him out of any kind of situation that he walked into. He got into trouble often, and never even saw me for who I am. His daughter, the only one left of our family besides himself. He just grieved forever and always, and forgot to be a dad to me still," I pause and take a deep breath, letting the water soothe the pain to a dull ache temporarily.

"Well, that sucks. But look at you, and where you are, despite him and all that shitty stuff."

"You're right. I just often feel guilty now, for leaving him behind when he obviously can't take care of himself. He could be dead right now for all I know," I have to take the conversation in a different direction, and soon.

"You can't waste your life. You need to live your life, like you're doing now. I think you shouldn't feel any guilt for wanting to do that, or not being able to bear all of his burdens as your own personal weights. I think you did what you needed to do," Brooke's voice sounds convincing, as though she believes what she's saying.

"You're probably right, that thought process will take some getting used to I suppose," I'm rather uncomfortable talking about it, but at the same time, it's really wonderful hearing someone give me positive reinforcement about my dad. I haven't given many people a chance to do that, I guess, by not talking about it more. I'm glad it's Brooke. She's just giving me more of a reason to like her. She scoots closer to me and nudges my shoulder with hers.

"I lived a tough life. It wasn't easy, but it seems like you know what that feels like all too well. I have a biological mother that hasn't batted her eyelashes at me with positivity in longer than I can remember. I don't know too many people here who can relate to what that feels like. Let's stick together, and be for each other what we need to be; supportive and understanding. I've got your back. You can always come to me and talk to me about anything you need to," my throat tightens up at her words, I'm so touched that someone I hardly know would be willing to make such a commitment to me. I nod at her to keep my wobbly voice hidden. I take a moment, just looking into her sincere blue eyes before speaking.

"Let me be that for you, too. It's been a long time since I had someone really on my team." I have Hilary, but we've grown distant over the years. She doesn't even know how bad my dad became at the end. It was easier to just blanket over the issues and smile like everything is okay than to just tell her. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself.

Not wanting to be the wet-blanket of the weekend, we change the subject to lighter things.

"How do
you
like Iceland, Brooke?"

"Me? Oh, I love it." I believe her.

I can see Sophie and Brooke sitting in the hot tub from the kitchen window. I think I should go in with them, but then I'm not sure if I should intrude on their "lady time". I know that Sophie has some burdens resting upon her shoulders, and Brooke has shown herself to be good at lifting people up when they're struggling. Maybe Sophie needs a bit of that.

Walking to my assigned bedroom, I push the door open to grab a towel from my bag so I can join the ladies in the hot tub in a short while. I run into Loki on the way in, who looks like be probably just finished jerking off. His cheeks are slightly flushed, his breathing is uneven, and he's adjusting his shorts.

"Ehhh… What's up?" I grab my towel quickly and give Loki the once over. He looks at me with a shit-eating grin on his face, and I know he's going to tell me something that isn't going to benefit me. I hope it has nothing to do with his jerk session.

"She's so fucking hot, Gunnar. I just made her come all over my fingers," he pauses in order to hold up and wiggle said fingers at me, tauntingly. "You have got to get a taste of her. She's absolutely incredible. I'm not sure I'm ever going to get rid of this hard-on. I've been hanging out in here waiting for it to go away, I even jerked off, but every time I think about her I get hard again."

My stomach feels like I've been punched, and I don't say anything for a few moments while I try to get it all together. My mouth performs the ever classy fish movement, opening and closing repeatedly while I struggle to wrap my brain around the envy. I know Loki understands, and if it was the other way around; where I had gotten to her first, then I would understand for him as well – the jealousy. Dammit, I knew I should have acted sooner. At least he didn't fuck her with his cock. I want that to be me. She
is
mine.

"Shiiiiiiit man," I run a hand through my hair roughly, unsure of what else to say. I begin to pace around the room in agitation, my towel tucked under my other arm. I'm just jealous, plain and simple. I look at him again; at least he's not rubbing it in too much. "It's my turn; I have to turn up the heat." Loki nods. Is it strange that we don't mind that we are both going for the same woman? Well, when you grow up living together with the same guys in the tiniest town ever, you learn how to share things like porn, and sometimes even women. It wouldn't be the first time I've shared a woman. Believe me, porn was extremely rare back in the day (and ladies were always in smaller numbers than the guys), and we all flocked to Baldvin who was the procurer of porn for all of us. He also was one of the early ones to experiment sexually, and is quite open-minded. He's a few years older than I am, but I've always looked up to him for many different reasons. We all love Baldvin.