The Gloves are Off

Untitled Part 15

Your POV:

His hands slide up along your sides, feeling underneath your shirt as he groans against your lips.

You grind your body against his and his hands slip back down to grip your ass, rolling his hips upwards, coaxing a moan from you that makes his breath hitch.

You sit up, his grip shifting, thumbs trailing along the front of your hip bones, massaging the nerves there as you grind down against him again.

"Fuck..." he mutters, his chest heaving with a deep exhale.

The friction is great, but you already want more, feeling impatient and greedy as you trail your hands slowly down his abs, watching them flex in response as he lets out a low groan. You slow down only to tease him, tugging at the edge of the sweatpants lightly before moving your hands to the hem of your own shirt, his eyes darting to yours briefly with a raised brow.

Pulling the shirt over your head blocks him from view, but you can feel him twitch against you, his body shifting up before you even fully have a chance to toss the shirt aside.

One of his hands snakes around your waist, holding you flush against him, the other moving up over your bare chest. You cup his face and crash your lips to his in a deep kiss, almost whimpering when he pulls away, but quickly turning into a moan as he coaxes you to lean your head back, pressing hungry kisses along the length of your neck.

You roll your hips again, the feeling of him groaning against your skin sending heat down to your core.

"Vik," you whimper, gripping his shoulders as he lightly grazes his teeth along the side of your neck.

He falters briefly, letting out a shaky breath and tightening his grip on you, "fuck, sweetheart... can't go sayin' my name like that..."

Hearing his voice like this... deeper than usual... huskier... filled with lust, aimed at you specifically... just sends you over the edge.

You tangle one of your hands in his hair, tugging a bit as you nuzzle against his cheek, lips brushing along his ear as you draw out his name in a sultry, breathy moan, "Viktor."

Your back is against the mattress almost instantly, Vik settling between your legs, one arm supporting his weight and the other hitching your legs up around his waist.

He trails his eyes over you, sliding his hand from your thigh up along your waist, then your chest before coming to rest along the side of your face, "so fuckin' perfect..."

You quirk a brow up at him, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as you wrap your legs around him to pull him in closer, your own hands finding their way over his bare skin to tangle in his hair.

He closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath, the vein in his neck showing more than usual as his jaw clenches, flexing a few times before opening his eyes to meet yours again, "gotta be careful with that, sweetheart."

"This?" you tug his hair again, smirking slightly.

He groans and pins one of your hands, grinding his entire body against yours, making your eyes screw shut and dig your head back into the pillow with a drawn-out moan.

His lips are on your neck before you can even open your eyes, coaxing a string of whimpers and moans to spill from your lips as his hips roll again.

"Vik..." you breathe, arching into him and hitching your legs up further along his waist, hoping to get more friction.

He groans again and rolls his hips one more time, your free hand gripping along his arm as you whimper and contemplate begging.

It's not really your style though, decide to take a different approach.