Chapter 52 - Ride a Cowboy
There's something about the Major that makes him irresistible to all of Viggo's favorite bedmates, which leaves our cowboy feeling a little less than satisfied. And for some reason, he seems to think that Craig is the answer.
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'Cause I saddle up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Everybody says
Save a horse, ride a cowboy
'Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy' Big & Rich
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWMyPjWwaSo
Viggo had cornered Craig when his usual drinking partners had all disappeared, but Craig couldn't say he minded. The racer was usually a very affable partner; one who was willing to ensure whatever boy he was with enjoyed himself too, much as Major Heinz and a few of the other regulars did here. That was partly what made Freeman's so much better than some places Craig knew of.
Viggo had been muttering about how everyone he'd been with lately seemed to have the handsome major on their mind when they were with him, and it was hard not to be amused by it, despite the slight pout behind the words. As far as Craig could tell, Viggo wasn't the 'falling in love' type and was perfectly happy with the arrangement he had with Sean on the whole. Not to mention how he had most of his sexual needs fulfilled by the boys and men here any time he needed them - whether he paid for it or not.
Craig cast a glance about the room, trying to spot Karl. He couldn't see him anywhere at present, although he thought he'd seen him with that slut, Sawyer (who could probably earn as much from sex as from gambling if he ever decided to charge for it) earlier. If the gambler hadn't moved on already, Karl was probably screwing him through a mattress somewhere upstairs by now.
A flicker of something went through Craig, and he immediately suppressed the feeling before he thought about it too much. He grinned at Viggo and, sidling closer, asked, "Well, should I think of him too when I let you fuck me?"
"Nah, that's more than alright."
Viggo had been on his way over to Craig when the racer had caught sight of his friend and the conman already locked in their mating dance. It had to be one of the stranger inter-client relationships he'd ever seen, but from what Viggo knew of Sawyer, he could imagine they'd make a good match in bed. But their blatant actions tonight were surely going to make a few people jealous.
He'd made a comment to Craig about the seeming obsession with Karl and the emotions that seemed to follow so easily, when Craig had gotten this look. Viggo had elaborated, saying that there hadn't been a single time this trip home where he hadn't had a fuck without Karl as the invisible third partner. And then Craig had teased him!
"As I've said, I've had more than enough of that already. All I need is a good, hard fuck that's just for the sake of getting our rocks off. You think you're up to that?"
Craig grinned, perfectly happy to oblige; after all, that was what he was here for. He lowered his lashes and looked sideways demurely at Viggo. "All right then; just you. Why don't you move a little closer? Let's see what happens... and if things get a little... intense, we can move elsewhere, if you prefer?"
Craig was happy enough to start things off in the parlour, and in fact, if Viggo wanted it, he'd go the whole hog in public; it didn't worry him. Some of the clients were a little shy, and sometimes Marton didn't want them to be too obvious in case of unexpected visitors, but during a party like this when the room was so crowded, there were certain things that could be managed without too many people taking notice. Viggo wasn't known for his modesty, and if he wanted to stay here and see how far they got, that was perfectly okay with Craig.
Besides, this booth was in the darkest corner. Craig allowed his smile to widen.
Viggo was slightly confused by Craig's actions. Usually by now they'd be heading up to one of those fancy gemstone rooms, if not already there. What was going on inside that mind of Craig's?
Viggo did what was asked of him anyway, moving close enough for Craig to reach out and touch him if that was what he so desired.
Craig lifted one hand, turning slightly so he was facing Viggo more. He allowed his fingertips to run gently down Viggo's shirt, never letting the touch deepen enough for Viggo to feel it other than the merest flutter against the fabric.
"So, you think you need something a little more refined than that big brute I see you come out of the stable with at times?"
Viggo's cock twitched at the idea of the others knowing what he and Vin got up to every now and then. Viggo's eyes flicked out to the party, quickly checking if he could see the 'big brute.'
Almost immediately he looked back to the man who was still teasing him mercilessly, if in a different manner. "I have varied tastes. Sometimes a bit of refinement is exactly what a person needs." He smirked, images already forming in his head of just how 'refined' Craig would look sweaty and covered in come.
"Oh, that's good to hear," Craig smirked, letting his hand find the open top of Viggo's shirt and slipping down to flick open a couple of extra buttons. He slid a hand inside and stroked through the fur of the other man's chest.
Viggo's breath hitched in his throat before escaping as a breathy, soft noise. He reached out, sliding his hand down the inside of Craig's leg. Head lolling back on his neck, another pleased humming noise--almost a purr--slipped free. "Mm, Craig, that feels fantastic."
His hand moved higher, towards where he could feel the heat of Craig's arousal. "Can I have a kiss?"
The touch on his leg sent a delicious shiver through Craig and he let out a sigh.
"It'll cost you," he smirked, finding a nipple and tweaking it.
Viggo shuddered and moaned, "Oh, fuck yes!" His vision took a moment to focus, he was so turned on, but when it did, he chuckled breathlessly. "I'll pay, whatever." A part of his mind reminded him that they really should be moving to a private room. This was Seanie's special party... But he couldn't move. Not now.
Craig licked his lips lasciviously, raising his eyebrows with amusement as he tweaked the nipple again. He already had Viggo exactly where he wanted him, and they had barely started.
"Good. For starters, you can suck me off," he murmured so that not too many people would hear. He flicked his eyes downward, indicating under the table.
"I thought I was going to get a kiss?" Viggo looked around the room, but this time he was making sure no one was watching them. "Do the others know how devious you are?" Viggo didn't complain though, and he slid under the table. The floor here was bare wood and hard on his knees, but it would be more than worth it in the end.
Craig laughed, looking around warily as Viggo got as comfortable as he could under the table. Good, no-one seemed to be paying them much attention so far.
"Oh, some of them have a fair idea. You know, sometimes you just have to spice things up a bit, you know? Add a bit of... sizzle, hmm? Some of the men here haven't the faintest idea what do with a whore for maximum enjoyment," he explained, leering down at the man between his legs, "Not like you. And you'll get your kiss if you play your cards right, don't worry."
"Well that's because I know how special it is to be with one." Viggo traced his hand lightly over the bulge in Craig's trousers, before opening them slowly. "You all are a gift, and a treasure." Reaching inside the opening, Viggo grasped the whore's hot cock, and finally exposed it to the warm air of the room. "One well worth the price." Leaning forward, Viggo pressed a worshipful kiss to the length.
Craig hissed pleasurably as Viggo touched him. "Make me come?" he whispered breathily, "Right here, right now; please?"
Viggo's whole body reacted to the whispered question, lust rushing through his veins even faster now. He gave a short nod. "As many times as you want me to, love." Now where to start? Viggo wrapped his fist around Craig's length, squeezing methodically and pumping a few times. And then, with a last glance up at his partner he took the crown of Craig's cock into his mouth.
Craig let out a long, slow breath, watching Viggo with half-closed eyes. Delicious shivers ran through him and he allowed a small smile to touch the corners of his mouth as he gazed down at the man between his legs.
Looking up from under the table to meet Craig's eyes, Viggo slowly began to take more of the whore's cock into his mouth until his nose nudged into the soft curls at the base. With a pleased hum, he cupped Craig's sac, and began to move.
"Mmmmm," Craig began to hum, watching every movement as he began running his hands through Viggo's hair. It felt so damned good to be treated like this for a change, rather than the normal way most clients were with their unceremonious way of shoving their cocks up a whore's ass; although it had to be said Freeman's had more than it's share of thoughtful customers.
Viggo shuddered when Craig's fingers began to tangle in his hair. He pressed up into the touch, silently asking for more, and a soft, needy moan squeaked out around his mouthful. Craig had to have remembered that his hair and scalp were two of Viggo's biggest weaknesses. If someone were to ever actually pet him, he would melt like putty. But this, here and now, with a hard cock releasing a stream of pre-come into his mouth, and Viggo's own cock straining in his buckskins, had to be a very close second.
Deepening the touch in Viggo's hair, Craig let out a small sigh. Christ, the man could suck! He'd discovered this during one of the sessions they'd both been involved in in the Ruby room some months back, by happy accident, and it turned out Viggo seemed to enjoy it almost as much as Karl did. But he wasn't supposed to be thinking about the muscular army major right now. Opening his eyes so he could take in the truth as he rocked gently into the warm cavern of Viggo's mouth, Craig smiled in pleasure.
As he sensed Craig's eyes upon him, Viggo looked up with dark, needy eyes. His fingers pushed past Craig's still-raised trousers, searching for and finding the sensitive patch of skin behind his sac. And at the same moment, he swallowed around the head of the whore's cock.
"God!" Craig croaked as his cock was swallowed. Fuck! Those eyes!
Viggo pulled off of Craig's cock, his hand immediately taking his mouth's place. "Have I earned my kiss yet?" He licked a stripe up the bottom of the hard length in his hand, his tongue pressing against the thick vein found there. Then he shifted so he could lap at the globes hanging below.
Craig didn't have the heart to say no now, not after that, and he doubted Viggo would stop after the kiss anyway, not since he'd wound both of them up so well. Nodding, he managed, "I should think that's a pretty good start. Come up here... please? Or maybe..." He looked up to judge how many people were about. "Perhaps we should go upstairs? Much as I'd be happy to carry on here, I think we might draw a little too much attention to ourselves, and I have a fancy to ride a cowboy tonight."
Allowing a grin to cross his face, Craig shifted his legs so Viggo could get out from under the table. The bulge in the man's breeches as he stood up was hardly surprising, and sent a thrill coursing through Craig's eager body as he made himself presentable enough to stand up too.
As Viggo slipped out from under the table, he glanced around the parlour again to make sure that they hadn't been caught. It seemed that no one had seen what they had done... except for one. Dom was staring unabashedly in their direction, his eyes dark and needy, even though the rest of the normally energetic dealer was utterly and completely still. After a brief pause, he finally seemed to notice that his voyeurism had been caught, and he jerked back to his game with his normal bright grin and wisecracks.
Any disappointments that still lingered about being unable to stay downstairs were washed away with Craig's last words. "Fuck, yeah, upstairs."
After a quick inquiry, they found out that the Amber Room was unoccupied. The trip upstairs was littered with various teases, but stopped abruptly when they reached their destination.
There was a large, overstuffed armchair inside, and Viggo quickly claimed it. He sprawled out in it, as much as possible, thankful that after being on his knees for so long he could have this break. His hand fell to his crotch, and he slowly gave his needy cock some much-needed friction as he smirked up at Craig.
Craig smiled with amusement and allowed Viggo to lead him upstairs. As the other man made himself at home in the big chair, he stepped out of his pants, and then got comfortable in Viggo's lap. Wrapping an arm around a strong neck, Craig softly met his lips, a touch of tongue just teasing Viggo's mouth.
Whimpering, Viggo reached out to touch the soft, smooth skin of Craig's thighs. He nipped at the lips pressing against his, and laughed as he tried to capture Craig's tongue.
Craig grinned too, shifting fractionally to make it difficult for Viggo to catch his cheeky tongue. They played that game for a few minutes, Craig almost letting Viggo have it a few times, then pulling away with a light laugh before going back for more. Finally, sensing that Viggo was getting close to his limit on the game, Craig surged forward, connecting properly at last with a sigh.
A low hum of pleasure escaped Viggo. His tongue slid along Craig's; he was hungry to taste every inch of the whore's mouth. His hand wrapped once more around Craig's length, still damp from spit and pre-come. The racer's hips rolled up so his covered erection rubbed against Craig.
The touch against his cock made Craig gasp, but he controlled himself as Viggo kissed him, not wanting to bring things to a head too soon. Continuing with the liplock for a bit longer, Craig had to break it eventually or he was sure he'd pass out from the lack of breath.
"That was worth it," he told Viggo, grinning as he wriggled on the man's lap, fighting against his spiralling desire as the man manipulated his eager flesh. "Let's get your pants off too, hmm?" he suggested, moving his hands towards Viggo's waist and dipping his fingers inside gently.
"Yeah, okay; up with ya." Letting go of Craig's cock, Viggo smacked the whore's hip. He tugged Craig up until he was kneeling above him. His hips curved up, and reaching underneath Craig, Viggo shoved his pants down to his knees.
"Mmmm, much better," Craig advised Viggo, sitting back down and looking between them as their cocks slid together. A delicious shiver ran through him, and Craig wound his hands through Viggo's hair, dragging his face nearer to whisper against his lips, "You want another kiss now?"
Letting his lips caress Viggo's softly up and down, Craig massaged the skull under his fingers as he gently rocked his hips, making their erections rub together delightfully.
There was barely enough time for Viggo to whisper "Yes, please," against Craig's lips before he was being kissed again. He melted under the caress of lips, and wrapped his arms around the whore.
Viggo whimpered when the touch to his scalp began, and his eyes rolled back into his head. It just felt so good! Viggo again sent a silent thanks to whoever watched over him that Craig remembered his weak spot.
Craig smiled at the way Viggo practically turned to goo under his touch. He wasn't hard to play with, and Craig was enjoying the kissing.
He lowered a hand to where their cocks were rubbing together, and wrapped it around the two erections, stroking them together and causing both men to draw back from the kiss, gasping.
"Oh, fuck!" Viggo gasped, his hips jerking as his head fell back to hit the chair with a muted thud. "Fuck, Craig, now! Please! Now!" He bit his lip to stifle his moan, and his fingers dug into the flesh of Craig's back.
It wasn't like Craig wasn't pushing himself as close to the edge as he currently had Viggo, so he barely needed further encouragement.
Abruptly letting go of their cocks, Craig kneeled up again and offered another light kiss to Viggo's lips. He gripped Viggo's hot prick once more and lined him up with his own hole, before slowly lowering his body down over the other man. A gasp escaped his lips as the width filled him, and Craig shifted his hands to hold onto Viggo's shoulders tightly.
Viggo grunted when Craig seated himself fully on his cock. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and sweat trickled down his forehead. In hopes of getting control of himself, Viggo took several long, deep breaths.
"Craig... Oh, Craig! Talk to me. I want to hear you talk. Please..." Viggo wanted to hear his name on those lips, along with any other nasty thing that Craig had to say.
"Fuck, Viggo, you're more than ready now, eh?" Craig hissed as he held still for a moment, adjusting to the intrusion. He was still well-greased already, as the boys often prepared themselves (or each other, most deliciously!) beforehand on such an evening to make things easier later, so Craig knew any movement wasn't going to be too uncomfortable, despite the fact that he hadn't used any additional lubrication. "How about I ride you now, cowboy?"
Viggo nodded, and managed to pry his eyes open so he could watch Craig moving on him. "Fuck, yes." He wanted that, wanted it so badly he could taste it. "Ride my cock, Craig. You look amazing, I could watch you for years." When fucking, Craig became art. Something about it agreed with him better than most, because his body just became so fluid and sensual. Like one of the angels that were painted so long ago. Yes, Craig definitely shared their beauty and their benevolence. "You feel unbelievable."
Craig smiled delightedly, and lowered his eyes as he steadied his arms across Viggo's shoulders. Undulating slowly, he tensed muscles inside as he began to move. Knowing exactly how far to push things, Craig began to murmur as he rode.
"Cowboys like you need to be ridden hard and long, isn't that so? Bareback riding's what you want when no-one's watching, I know, and I'm gonna make you come so hard..."
"Yes, want it, so bad..." Viggo mumbled, arching up in hopes of burying himself even deeper than he was. "Just ride free, never stop..." Viggo cried out then, and he had to tightly shut his eyes to keep from being overwhelmed by the stimulation--the sights and sounds from the party, the beautiful angel-god riding his cock, and the steady horse-hoof beat of their coupling--otherwise the race would be over much too soon.
Viggo was a beautiful sight like this; he really was. Eyes closed and lost in the ride, as if he was out in the desert with his horse. The smile on his face as, eyes closed, he thrust up rhythmically into Craig was one of the most erotic sights Craig had seen in a long time.
Changing the angle of his body, Craig kept hold of Viggo's shoulders and tipped his head forward to watch the muscles in Viggo's belly move. They both still wore their shirts, so Craig couldn't see as much as he'd have liked, but he could certainly feel how much the racer was putting into the action.
Craig's cock pulsed with need, but now he had shifted over Viggo so that the hard cock inside him scraped past his sweet spot on every thrust, he knew he'd barely need the touch. He could already feel the climax rising inside him, but he wanted to prolong the ride almost as much as Viggo probably did.
"Fuck me, cowboy; fuck me like the race will never end," he groaned throatily, speeding up his movements at last.
"Oh, Craig, Craig," Viggo panted, shaking now as he rolled up into Craig. He was growing closer and closer with every second that passed. "'M so close..." His sac was drawn tight against his body, boiling with the need to just let go and fill Craig with his seed.
Viggo reached for Craig's cock, which had been scraping against his belly every few odd thrusts. He jerked it roughly, in time with the cadence of their joining. "C'mon, babe, can see the finish line..."
"Oh Christ, yeah," Craig grunted; the hand on his cock far too much to resist. And then he was over the line, his orgasm bursting out like he hadn't come in days. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, rocking harshly as he tightened his inner muscles rhythmically, unable to stop as the ripples of the aftershocks spread outwards through his quivering body.
Viggo moaned loudly as Craig began to come apart on his cock. What a sight, the way he moved; growing more exhausted by the second, but needing to keep pushing himself on and on through the finish line. And the way he was clamping down around Viggo, spurring him along...
"Christ, Craig," Dazedly, Viggo sought the whore's lips again. As their tongues tangled, he kept his hand stroking Craig's over-sensitive cock. Viggo kept up his ragged thrusts, until it too became too much and he was pushed over the edge. He gave a choked moan, and tightened his grasp on Craig as his orgasm overtook him.
"Oh Jesus, Viggo," Craig grunted, pulling away as the other man's climax hit. Rocking slowly down out of his own orgasm, Craig wound his hands up and into Viggo's hair once more, massaging his head with rough fingers as he kissed him lightly.
Finally able to breath again after a few minutes rest while still attached to one another, Craig offered one last gentle kiss before climbing shakily off Viggo's lap. He quickly found a rolled up towel and poured water into the bowl before dipping the cloth in and cleaning up the sweat and come from both of them.
"Some ride, cowboy," he grinned as he worked.
Viggo grinned right back at Craig, smug and lazy, and he took the towel and tossed it as far as he could away from them. "Must be, if it turned you from a toppy bastard into a bitch-boy who has cleanup duty."
Reaching for Craig, Viggo drew him back into his lap. "Thanks for this, though. It was just what I needed after how the past few weeks have gone." He kissed him again, softer this time. He sighed happily into Craig's mouth as they parted, and murmured, "Just you and me havin' fun. Wouldn't have it any other way."
Viggo stroked his hand over Craig's chest, before sliding up to wrap around his neck. His eyes twinkled, and he held back his chuckles.
"Want to go again?"
Craig just smiled.
Word Count: ~3935
The party continues next week...
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'Cause I saddle up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Everybody says
Save a horse, ride a cowboy
'Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy' Big & Rich
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWMyPjWwaSo
Viggo had cornered Craig when his usual drinking partners had all disappeared, but Craig couldn't say he minded. The racer was usually a very affable partner; one who was willing to ensure whatever boy he was with enjoyed himself too, much as Major Heinz and a few of the other regulars did here. That was partly what made Freeman's so much better than some places Craig knew of.
Viggo had been muttering about how everyone he'd been with lately seemed to have the handsome major on their mind when they were with him, and it was hard not to be amused by it, despite the slight pout behind the words. As far as Craig could tell, Viggo wasn't the 'falling in love' type and was perfectly happy with the arrangement he had with Sean on the whole. Not to mention how he had most of his sexual needs fulfilled by the boys and men here any time he needed them - whether he paid for it or not.
Craig cast a glance about the room, trying to spot Karl. He couldn't see him anywhere at present, although he thought he'd seen him with that slut, Sawyer (who could probably earn as much from sex as from gambling if he ever decided to charge for it) earlier. If the gambler hadn't moved on already, Karl was probably screwing him through a mattress somewhere upstairs by now.
A flicker of something went through Craig, and he immediately suppressed the feeling before he thought about it too much. He grinned at Viggo and, sidling closer, asked, "Well, should I think of him too when I let you fuck me?"
"Nah, that's more than alright."
Viggo had been on his way over to Craig when the racer had caught sight of his friend and the conman already locked in their mating dance. It had to be one of the stranger inter-client relationships he'd ever seen, but from what Viggo knew of Sawyer, he could imagine they'd make a good match in bed. But their blatant actions tonight were surely going to make a few people jealous.
He'd made a comment to Craig about the seeming obsession with Karl and the emotions that seemed to follow so easily, when Craig had gotten this look. Viggo had elaborated, saying that there hadn't been a single time this trip home where he hadn't had a fuck without Karl as the invisible third partner. And then Craig had teased him!
"As I've said, I've had more than enough of that already. All I need is a good, hard fuck that's just for the sake of getting our rocks off. You think you're up to that?"
Craig grinned, perfectly happy to oblige; after all, that was what he was here for. He lowered his lashes and looked sideways demurely at Viggo. "All right then; just you. Why don't you move a little closer? Let's see what happens... and if things get a little... intense, we can move elsewhere, if you prefer?"
Craig was happy enough to start things off in the parlour, and in fact, if Viggo wanted it, he'd go the whole hog in public; it didn't worry him. Some of the clients were a little shy, and sometimes Marton didn't want them to be too obvious in case of unexpected visitors, but during a party like this when the room was so crowded, there were certain things that could be managed without too many people taking notice. Viggo wasn't known for his modesty, and if he wanted to stay here and see how far they got, that was perfectly okay with Craig.
Besides, this booth was in the darkest corner. Craig allowed his smile to widen.
Viggo was slightly confused by Craig's actions. Usually by now they'd be heading up to one of those fancy gemstone rooms, if not already there. What was going on inside that mind of Craig's?
Viggo did what was asked of him anyway, moving close enough for Craig to reach out and touch him if that was what he so desired.
Craig lifted one hand, turning slightly so he was facing Viggo more. He allowed his fingertips to run gently down Viggo's shirt, never letting the touch deepen enough for Viggo to feel it other than the merest flutter against the fabric.
"So, you think you need something a little more refined than that big brute I see you come out of the stable with at times?"
Viggo's cock twitched at the idea of the others knowing what he and Vin got up to every now and then. Viggo's eyes flicked out to the party, quickly checking if he could see the 'big brute.'
Almost immediately he looked back to the man who was still teasing him mercilessly, if in a different manner. "I have varied tastes. Sometimes a bit of refinement is exactly what a person needs." He smirked, images already forming in his head of just how 'refined' Craig would look sweaty and covered in come.
"Oh, that's good to hear," Craig smirked, letting his hand find the open top of Viggo's shirt and slipping down to flick open a couple of extra buttons. He slid a hand inside and stroked through the fur of the other man's chest.
Viggo's breath hitched in his throat before escaping as a breathy, soft noise. He reached out, sliding his hand down the inside of Craig's leg. Head lolling back on his neck, another pleased humming noise--almost a purr--slipped free. "Mm, Craig, that feels fantastic."
His hand moved higher, towards where he could feel the heat of Craig's arousal. "Can I have a kiss?"
The touch on his leg sent a delicious shiver through Craig and he let out a sigh.
"It'll cost you," he smirked, finding a nipple and tweaking it.
Viggo shuddered and moaned, "Oh, fuck yes!" His vision took a moment to focus, he was so turned on, but when it did, he chuckled breathlessly. "I'll pay, whatever." A part of his mind reminded him that they really should be moving to a private room. This was Seanie's special party... But he couldn't move. Not now.
Craig licked his lips lasciviously, raising his eyebrows with amusement as he tweaked the nipple again. He already had Viggo exactly where he wanted him, and they had barely started.
"Good. For starters, you can suck me off," he murmured so that not too many people would hear. He flicked his eyes downward, indicating under the table.
"I thought I was going to get a kiss?" Viggo looked around the room, but this time he was making sure no one was watching them. "Do the others know how devious you are?" Viggo didn't complain though, and he slid under the table. The floor here was bare wood and hard on his knees, but it would be more than worth it in the end.
Craig laughed, looking around warily as Viggo got as comfortable as he could under the table. Good, no-one seemed to be paying them much attention so far.
"Oh, some of them have a fair idea. You know, sometimes you just have to spice things up a bit, you know? Add a bit of... sizzle, hmm? Some of the men here haven't the faintest idea what do with a whore for maximum enjoyment," he explained, leering down at the man between his legs, "Not like you. And you'll get your kiss if you play your cards right, don't worry."
"Well that's because I know how special it is to be with one." Viggo traced his hand lightly over the bulge in Craig's trousers, before opening them slowly. "You all are a gift, and a treasure." Reaching inside the opening, Viggo grasped the whore's hot cock, and finally exposed it to the warm air of the room. "One well worth the price." Leaning forward, Viggo pressed a worshipful kiss to the length.
Craig hissed pleasurably as Viggo touched him. "Make me come?" he whispered breathily, "Right here, right now; please?"
Viggo's whole body reacted to the whispered question, lust rushing through his veins even faster now. He gave a short nod. "As many times as you want me to, love." Now where to start? Viggo wrapped his fist around Craig's length, squeezing methodically and pumping a few times. And then, with a last glance up at his partner he took the crown of Craig's cock into his mouth.
Craig let out a long, slow breath, watching Viggo with half-closed eyes. Delicious shivers ran through him and he allowed a small smile to touch the corners of his mouth as he gazed down at the man between his legs.
Looking up from under the table to meet Craig's eyes, Viggo slowly began to take more of the whore's cock into his mouth until his nose nudged into the soft curls at the base. With a pleased hum, he cupped Craig's sac, and began to move.
"Mmmmm," Craig began to hum, watching every movement as he began running his hands through Viggo's hair. It felt so damned good to be treated like this for a change, rather than the normal way most clients were with their unceremonious way of shoving their cocks up a whore's ass; although it had to be said Freeman's had more than it's share of thoughtful customers.
Viggo shuddered when Craig's fingers began to tangle in his hair. He pressed up into the touch, silently asking for more, and a soft, needy moan squeaked out around his mouthful. Craig had to have remembered that his hair and scalp were two of Viggo's biggest weaknesses. If someone were to ever actually pet him, he would melt like putty. But this, here and now, with a hard cock releasing a stream of pre-come into his mouth, and Viggo's own cock straining in his buckskins, had to be a very close second.
Deepening the touch in Viggo's hair, Craig let out a small sigh. Christ, the man could suck! He'd discovered this during one of the sessions they'd both been involved in in the Ruby room some months back, by happy accident, and it turned out Viggo seemed to enjoy it almost as much as Karl did. But he wasn't supposed to be thinking about the muscular army major right now. Opening his eyes so he could take in the truth as he rocked gently into the warm cavern of Viggo's mouth, Craig smiled in pleasure.
As he sensed Craig's eyes upon him, Viggo looked up with dark, needy eyes. His fingers pushed past Craig's still-raised trousers, searching for and finding the sensitive patch of skin behind his sac. And at the same moment, he swallowed around the head of the whore's cock.
"God!" Craig croaked as his cock was swallowed. Fuck! Those eyes!
Viggo pulled off of Craig's cock, his hand immediately taking his mouth's place. "Have I earned my kiss yet?" He licked a stripe up the bottom of the hard length in his hand, his tongue pressing against the thick vein found there. Then he shifted so he could lap at the globes hanging below.
Craig didn't have the heart to say no now, not after that, and he doubted Viggo would stop after the kiss anyway, not since he'd wound both of them up so well. Nodding, he managed, "I should think that's a pretty good start. Come up here... please? Or maybe..." He looked up to judge how many people were about. "Perhaps we should go upstairs? Much as I'd be happy to carry on here, I think we might draw a little too much attention to ourselves, and I have a fancy to ride a cowboy tonight."
Allowing a grin to cross his face, Craig shifted his legs so Viggo could get out from under the table. The bulge in the man's breeches as he stood up was hardly surprising, and sent a thrill coursing through Craig's eager body as he made himself presentable enough to stand up too.
As Viggo slipped out from under the table, he glanced around the parlour again to make sure that they hadn't been caught. It seemed that no one had seen what they had done... except for one. Dom was staring unabashedly in their direction, his eyes dark and needy, even though the rest of the normally energetic dealer was utterly and completely still. After a brief pause, he finally seemed to notice that his voyeurism had been caught, and he jerked back to his game with his normal bright grin and wisecracks.
Any disappointments that still lingered about being unable to stay downstairs were washed away with Craig's last words. "Fuck, yeah, upstairs."
After a quick inquiry, they found out that the Amber Room was unoccupied. The trip upstairs was littered with various teases, but stopped abruptly when they reached their destination.
There was a large, overstuffed armchair inside, and Viggo quickly claimed it. He sprawled out in it, as much as possible, thankful that after being on his knees for so long he could have this break. His hand fell to his crotch, and he slowly gave his needy cock some much-needed friction as he smirked up at Craig.
Craig smiled with amusement and allowed Viggo to lead him upstairs. As the other man made himself at home in the big chair, he stepped out of his pants, and then got comfortable in Viggo's lap. Wrapping an arm around a strong neck, Craig softly met his lips, a touch of tongue just teasing Viggo's mouth.
Whimpering, Viggo reached out to touch the soft, smooth skin of Craig's thighs. He nipped at the lips pressing against his, and laughed as he tried to capture Craig's tongue.
Craig grinned too, shifting fractionally to make it difficult for Viggo to catch his cheeky tongue. They played that game for a few minutes, Craig almost letting Viggo have it a few times, then pulling away with a light laugh before going back for more. Finally, sensing that Viggo was getting close to his limit on the game, Craig surged forward, connecting properly at last with a sigh.
A low hum of pleasure escaped Viggo. His tongue slid along Craig's; he was hungry to taste every inch of the whore's mouth. His hand wrapped once more around Craig's length, still damp from spit and pre-come. The racer's hips rolled up so his covered erection rubbed against Craig.
The touch against his cock made Craig gasp, but he controlled himself as Viggo kissed him, not wanting to bring things to a head too soon. Continuing with the liplock for a bit longer, Craig had to break it eventually or he was sure he'd pass out from the lack of breath.
"That was worth it," he told Viggo, grinning as he wriggled on the man's lap, fighting against his spiralling desire as the man manipulated his eager flesh. "Let's get your pants off too, hmm?" he suggested, moving his hands towards Viggo's waist and dipping his fingers inside gently.
"Yeah, okay; up with ya." Letting go of Craig's cock, Viggo smacked the whore's hip. He tugged Craig up until he was kneeling above him. His hips curved up, and reaching underneath Craig, Viggo shoved his pants down to his knees.
"Mmmm, much better," Craig advised Viggo, sitting back down and looking between them as their cocks slid together. A delicious shiver ran through him, and Craig wound his hands through Viggo's hair, dragging his face nearer to whisper against his lips, "You want another kiss now?"
Letting his lips caress Viggo's softly up and down, Craig massaged the skull under his fingers as he gently rocked his hips, making their erections rub together delightfully.
There was barely enough time for Viggo to whisper "Yes, please," against Craig's lips before he was being kissed again. He melted under the caress of lips, and wrapped his arms around the whore.
Viggo whimpered when the touch to his scalp began, and his eyes rolled back into his head. It just felt so good! Viggo again sent a silent thanks to whoever watched over him that Craig remembered his weak spot.
Craig smiled at the way Viggo practically turned to goo under his touch. He wasn't hard to play with, and Craig was enjoying the kissing.
He lowered a hand to where their cocks were rubbing together, and wrapped it around the two erections, stroking them together and causing both men to draw back from the kiss, gasping.
"Oh, fuck!" Viggo gasped, his hips jerking as his head fell back to hit the chair with a muted thud. "Fuck, Craig, now! Please! Now!" He bit his lip to stifle his moan, and his fingers dug into the flesh of Craig's back.
It wasn't like Craig wasn't pushing himself as close to the edge as he currently had Viggo, so he barely needed further encouragement.
Abruptly letting go of their cocks, Craig kneeled up again and offered another light kiss to Viggo's lips. He gripped Viggo's hot prick once more and lined him up with his own hole, before slowly lowering his body down over the other man. A gasp escaped his lips as the width filled him, and Craig shifted his hands to hold onto Viggo's shoulders tightly.
Viggo grunted when Craig seated himself fully on his cock. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and sweat trickled down his forehead. In hopes of getting control of himself, Viggo took several long, deep breaths.
"Craig... Oh, Craig! Talk to me. I want to hear you talk. Please..." Viggo wanted to hear his name on those lips, along with any other nasty thing that Craig had to say.
"Fuck, Viggo, you're more than ready now, eh?" Craig hissed as he held still for a moment, adjusting to the intrusion. He was still well-greased already, as the boys often prepared themselves (or each other, most deliciously!) beforehand on such an evening to make things easier later, so Craig knew any movement wasn't going to be too uncomfortable, despite the fact that he hadn't used any additional lubrication. "How about I ride you now, cowboy?"
Viggo nodded, and managed to pry his eyes open so he could watch Craig moving on him. "Fuck, yes." He wanted that, wanted it so badly he could taste it. "Ride my cock, Craig. You look amazing, I could watch you for years." When fucking, Craig became art. Something about it agreed with him better than most, because his body just became so fluid and sensual. Like one of the angels that were painted so long ago. Yes, Craig definitely shared their beauty and their benevolence. "You feel unbelievable."
Craig smiled delightedly, and lowered his eyes as he steadied his arms across Viggo's shoulders. Undulating slowly, he tensed muscles inside as he began to move. Knowing exactly how far to push things, Craig began to murmur as he rode.
"Cowboys like you need to be ridden hard and long, isn't that so? Bareback riding's what you want when no-one's watching, I know, and I'm gonna make you come so hard..."
"Yes, want it, so bad..." Viggo mumbled, arching up in hopes of burying himself even deeper than he was. "Just ride free, never stop..." Viggo cried out then, and he had to tightly shut his eyes to keep from being overwhelmed by the stimulation--the sights and sounds from the party, the beautiful angel-god riding his cock, and the steady horse-hoof beat of their coupling--otherwise the race would be over much too soon.
Viggo was a beautiful sight like this; he really was. Eyes closed and lost in the ride, as if he was out in the desert with his horse. The smile on his face as, eyes closed, he thrust up rhythmically into Craig was one of the most erotic sights Craig had seen in a long time.
Changing the angle of his body, Craig kept hold of Viggo's shoulders and tipped his head forward to watch the muscles in Viggo's belly move. They both still wore their shirts, so Craig couldn't see as much as he'd have liked, but he could certainly feel how much the racer was putting into the action.
Craig's cock pulsed with need, but now he had shifted over Viggo so that the hard cock inside him scraped past his sweet spot on every thrust, he knew he'd barely need the touch. He could already feel the climax rising inside him, but he wanted to prolong the ride almost as much as Viggo probably did.
"Fuck me, cowboy; fuck me like the race will never end," he groaned throatily, speeding up his movements at last.
"Oh, Craig, Craig," Viggo panted, shaking now as he rolled up into Craig. He was growing closer and closer with every second that passed. "'M so close..." His sac was drawn tight against his body, boiling with the need to just let go and fill Craig with his seed.
Viggo reached for Craig's cock, which had been scraping against his belly every few odd thrusts. He jerked it roughly, in time with the cadence of their joining. "C'mon, babe, can see the finish line..."
"Oh Christ, yeah," Craig grunted; the hand on his cock far too much to resist. And then he was over the line, his orgasm bursting out like he hadn't come in days. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, rocking harshly as he tightened his inner muscles rhythmically, unable to stop as the ripples of the aftershocks spread outwards through his quivering body.
Viggo moaned loudly as Craig began to come apart on his cock. What a sight, the way he moved; growing more exhausted by the second, but needing to keep pushing himself on and on through the finish line. And the way he was clamping down around Viggo, spurring him along...
"Christ, Craig," Dazedly, Viggo sought the whore's lips again. As their tongues tangled, he kept his hand stroking Craig's over-sensitive cock. Viggo kept up his ragged thrusts, until it too became too much and he was pushed over the edge. He gave a choked moan, and tightened his grasp on Craig as his orgasm overtook him.
"Oh Jesus, Viggo," Craig grunted, pulling away as the other man's climax hit. Rocking slowly down out of his own orgasm, Craig wound his hands up and into Viggo's hair once more, massaging his head with rough fingers as he kissed him lightly.
Finally able to breath again after a few minutes rest while still attached to one another, Craig offered one last gentle kiss before climbing shakily off Viggo's lap. He quickly found a rolled up towel and poured water into the bowl before dipping the cloth in and cleaning up the sweat and come from both of them.
"Some ride, cowboy," he grinned as he worked.
Viggo grinned right back at Craig, smug and lazy, and he took the towel and tossed it as far as he could away from them. "Must be, if it turned you from a toppy bastard into a bitch-boy who has cleanup duty."
Reaching for Craig, Viggo drew him back into his lap. "Thanks for this, though. It was just what I needed after how the past few weeks have gone." He kissed him again, softer this time. He sighed happily into Craig's mouth as they parted, and murmured, "Just you and me havin' fun. Wouldn't have it any other way."
Viggo stroked his hand over Craig's chest, before sliding up to wrap around his neck. His eyes twinkled, and he held back his chuckles.
"Want to go again?"
Craig just smiled.
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The party continues next week...