A/N: Geralt FINALLY gets his chance so the second half of the chapter is only smut. If you're not into that... just don't read it. Also, I don't really do euphemisms so you can consider yourself warned regarding coarse language.
06/02/2023 - Chapter updated
A hand gently squeezed his shoulder.
"It's almost eight," a soft voice told him.
It was his turn to want to stuff his face into the pillow and keep on sleeping. He didn't feel like going anywhere, especially not to a party; he would rather fight a bruxa. Anything involving mingling, schmoozing, and other pointless interactions wasn't a good time for him and the last party he attended was the banquet on Thanedd, which ended with a coup. But he had promised.
With a sigh, he rolled out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, thinking of a valid excuse to get out of going while his host flittered around the room with the biggest grin.
"You seem to be in a good mood," he said as she went through her closet, picking out an outfit.
"I am," she admitted turning to him. "First I wasn't sure about Andy's idea, but... He's right. We should celebrate properly."
"Mhm," he hummed, deciding to grin and bear it. Hopefully, the place had enough alcohol to get him through the night.
He washed up and shaved and by the time he was out of the bathroom, Criss was ready. She was beautiful on a normal day, but now she left him breathless. Her tight-fitted strapless black dress went down to her mid-thigh, showing off her legs and the high heels she wore completed the look. She gave him a wide smile as he stood speechless, gawking at her.
"You like it?" she asked, striking a pose like the girls on billboards.
"You clean up well..." he teased once he got his voice back.
"I'll let you get dressed. I'll be in the kitchen," she replied, unbothered by his teasing.
His eyes followed her, fixated on the hypnotizing sway of her hips until she closed the door behind her.
He sighed and looked through the closet for something to wear. He was never one for colours, so all-black suited him just fine. A pair of black trousers with a black buttoned shirt was all he needed, and it required no fussing over matching his shoes or belt. He rolled up his sleeves, and he was ready.
He joined her in the kitchen and found her sitting, one leg crossed over the other. Such a sight she was! He stood frozen in place, drinking her in and cursing himself at the same time.
"Shall we?" she asked, getting up in a graceful move.
All he could do was nod, incapable of putting a coherent sentence together.
"I called us a car since there's nowhere to park there and we'll be drinking, anyway." She walked up to him and rested one hand on his chest. "I almost forgot."
He jumped at the chance to hold her while she transferred energy into him, but the moment was short-lived and soon they were out the door.
Her brother, along with another two guys and two girls, were already waiting for them. They were all in a party mood, meaning slightly loud and obnoxious in Geralt's opinion. His disposition wasn't made any better when Criss introduced him as her friend, a vague and unassuming title that reminded him of how much he wanted to be more.
Inside, the club was loud, filled with smoke and probably very dark to their human eyes. The lights changed colours while some flashed to the rhythm of the music. Andy led them to a large and somewhat private booth he reserved for them.
"Choose your poison," Criss joked, handing him the menu.
Most drinks had strange names that inspired little confidence.
"I have no idea what any of these are," he told her earnestly. "Any suggestions?"
"Try whiskey. I have a feeling that's your kind of thing."
"It's not sweet, is it?"
"Not at all," she replied smiling. "Would you mind going with the guys to get us drinks? A Cosmopolitan for me and whatever they want," she said, handing him her card. "Tonight, drinks are on me."
He waded through the crowd to reach the bar and as they waited for their drinks, Andy cornered him with questions shouted over the loud music.
"How long have you been dating my sister?"
"I've known her for a little more than a week," he answered vaguely, neither confirming nor denying his assumption.
"You must have made quite the impression. She rarely rushes and it's been a while since I've seen her with anyone." He looked in his sister's direction. "Just be careful with her, she's not as tough as she wants to appear."
"She's very sweet," he said earnestly.
"She is... Oh, here are our drinks!"
He paid and headed back to the table.
"Is the whiskey to your liking?" she asked, sipping her own drink that smelled of cranberries and strong alcohol.
He nodded. The hard alcohol had a slight tinge of something herbal to it, and it reminded him of dwarven spirit. If he got enough alcohol in him, he might even survive the night.
As time passed, he got more and more bored and the excessive volume of the music was making his ears ring. Criss was enthralled in conversation with the girls and wasn't paying any attention to him, so he downed another drink and went to get more. She didn't seem to notice his absence until he returned and sat next to her again. When his leg touched hers, she turned to him smiling and put her hand on his knee.
"Care to dance?" she asked.
He looked at the couples moving on the dance floor.
"I'm more of a drinker than a dancer," he whispered in her ear, breathing in her perfume as he got close. "And besides, I don't know the steps to that dance."
"It's easy. You just have to pay attention to your partner," she tried to goad him gently. "Won't you at least give it a try?"
"I'd rather not," he replied, regretting his words even as they left his mouth.
"It doesn't have to be me," she said, disappointed. "You can find another girl if you prefer. Just please try to have some fun. You look bored out of your mind and the night's barely started."
"Don't mind me. Go, have fun!" He nudged her.
"Suit yourself. I'm going to find someone to dance with."
She got up and eyed a man that moved from partner to partner, skillfully dancing with each one. It didn't take long for him to let go of his current partner and take her into his arms. He grabbed her waist while taking her hand in his. She wrapped one hand around his neck as he pulled her close and their legs intertwined.
It was hypnotizing watching them sway from side to side and Geralt couldn't take his eyes off her. He had been such a fool for refusing her.
He felt an elbow in his side and turned to find that it was Andy.
"If you're not careful, someone's going to steal her," Andy warned him, pointing at Criss and the man on the dance floor.
Her brother's words stung even more as he watched them dance from the sidelines. Each time the man moved, she gracefully complimented his steps and if he looked close enough, he could see the patterns. There was something sensual in the dance and they matched each other so well that they looked like a couple. Watching them felt like an intrusion into someone's bedroom, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. If he hadn't refused her, it would have been him holding her like that.
Her eyes fixed on Geralt as her dance partner spun her around and wrapped her in an embrace from behind, cradling her body. She moved with him, her hips swaying from side to side, guided by the man's hands, but her eyes never left Geralt's. Her lips formed a small smile as a small tilt of her head invited him to come over.
If ever there was a time to thank the gods for a second chance, this was it.
He smiled back and downed his whiskey for some courage before going up to her, ready to embarrass himself if that meant he could feel her against him.
As he approached, her smile widened and she said something to her dance partner before leaving his embrace for Geralt's. Her hands wrapped around Geralt's neck as he grabbed her waist and pulled her against his chest.
"I'm glad you changed your mind," she whispered in his ear, her warm breath sending shivers through him.
"You're hard to resist," he blurted without much thought.
She pressed herself to him, leaving so little space between them that her breasts rubbed against his shirt. Their legs intertwined, his thigh brushing against her groin as she swayed. Having her so close felt both a blessing and a curse.
"Move me in the direction you want. Think of it as just a game of lead and follow," she said.
With no hesitation, he did just that, moving her like the dancer before him. It was intoxicating feeling her so close, with her breath warm on his neck and her perfume enveloping him. Caught up in how she moved against him, his hand slipped lower down her back.
"You move like a man who knows what he wants," she remarked, looking into his eyes and never stopping to move with him.
"Mhm," he hummed, his mind clouded by everything he wanted to do to her.
"Dancing is so natural," she said. "It's action and reaction, like..."
"Like combat," he continued her sentence. She smiled, her lips so close to his that he could taste her.
"... I had something else in mind..." she continued in a low, sultry voice.
Her lips lightly brushed his cheek, then across his lips and before he knew it, her mouth was on his, kissing his lower lip ever so slowly and delicately. For a moment he froze, unsure if he was imagining it, but her lips were sweet and real and demanded a response from him. His grip on her involuntarily tightened as he kissed her back, opening her lips gently. Her soft tongue brushed against his, tasting of cranberries, and she let out a beautiful soft moan full of yearning.
As he deepened the kiss, his hands travelled lower, shamelessly exploring the beautiful curves he had been admiring for days. She didn't pull away, instead, her fingers tangled in his hair as they both drowned in the kiss, savouring each other.
Her kiss was everything he had imagined and more. It was sensual and passionate, but still delicate and he couldn't pry himself from it. It was she who broke it off and pulled back, biting her lower lip.
"We should get back to our table." The lust in her eyes could have set the world aflame, even if her words spoke of reason.
The taste he had gotten was nowhere near enough to sate him, but he reluctantly agreed. Her hand slipped into his as she dragged him back towards the table where only her brother was left, gazing at them with a drink in hand and a knowing smile. It was clear that she wanted to speak to her brother in private when she turned and asked Geralt to go to the bar and get them more drinks, so he did as she asked.
On his way to the bar, he caught a glance of the rest of their group dancing and laughing on the other side of the club. They appeared to have paired up, so his first thought was that perhaps their clubs were this world's placeholders for Beltane feasts, offering them an excuse to indulge themselves in a night of pleasure. Or so he hoped because his mind was still on the lips he hadn't had enough of.
After getting the drinks, he listened in on Criss's conversation as he approached the table. At first, he heard only fragments.
"... he seems interested to me," he caught only part of what Andy said.
"I thought he found me boring... it just happened... I shouldn't have... and I know his daughter... too complicated..."
"Why don't you two just have a chat? Look, he's coming back... I'll let you sort it out while I go find my next future ex-wife," he joked as he got up. "If you decide to leave early, just text me so I won't search for you."
She nodded and moved over to make room for him while taking a sip from her drink.
"Why would you ever think I found you boring?" Geralt asked as he sat down next to her.
She looked at him, perplexed. "You heard us through all this noise?"
"Witcher hearing, remember?" he said with a raised eyebrow. "Just so you know, nothing is boring about you."
"Yet, you're the only man to fall asleep under me, so I might not be boring, but I'm not interesting enough either." She shook her head, disappointed. "Our whole situation is so complicated, I shouldn't have kissed you. It was inappropriate considering you've been drinking, and I'm sorry for it. Maybe we can forget it ever happened."
Forgetting was the last thing Geralt wanted.
"Did I kiss you like I wasn't interested? If so, then I must be really rusty, because I find you extremely enticing. And I'm by no means drunk. My mutations have afforded me some tolerance to alcohol, so it takes more than a few drinks to make me lose my senses. As for your massage... I didn't fall asleep. I went into a state of deep meditation, as a last recourse because your touch was... well... maddening..."
He paused, not knowing if what he was about to say was going too far, but decided to take his chance anyway. If he wanted her, he needed to be bold.
"If we're on the subject of premiers, you're the only woman to straddle me having just platonic intentions." He gazed at her, not bothering to disguise his desire. "If you give me another chance, I promise to never again fall asleep under you," he said with a wolfish grin.
After his last remark, she laughed and got up. He moved back to make room for her, thinking he blew it but, instead, she leaned forward putting her hands on his shoulders and straddled him once more.
"Here's your chance," she told him with a daring smile.
This time he didn't wait for her to repeat the invitation. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer, and kissed her. Every fibre in his body wanted her and he poured all his desire into that kiss. The fire with which she replied threatened to send him into a frenzy. Lush breasts pressed into him as her hands drifted from his shoulders to his chest and his arms, feeling him up through his shirt with greedy fingers. Any doubts he might have had were dispelled by how eager her lithe body was to feel him, her mouth yearning to taste him over and over again. Her kiss was so intense, it nearly overwhelmed him. Still, he refused to let the animal in him take over. She wasn't just another warm body for him to enjoy. He needed to slow down and savour her properly, so he nipped her lips gently then moved down to her neck, giving her goosebumps as his breath washed over her skin. Each time he planted a kiss, gentle moans left her lips and the soft, sensual sounds she made shook something loose in him.
Her lips and tongue traced the outline of his ear. Slowly. Delicately. Before nipping his earlobe playfully. He was losing his mind under her and her perfume made his head swim. It was like an intoxicating drug, addling his mind, fuelling his desire for her. She pressed herself into his lap, feeling how hard she got him and her eyes darkened with lust as her hips brushed back and forth against him, making him groan in frustration. It was an exquisite kind of torture to feel her rub against him and have to refrain from ripping her clothes off and taking her right there. What she was doing to him was shameless, but two could play at this game, so he aimed to repay her in kind. He discreetly moved one hand up her leg, from her knee up to her thigh, slipping it under her dress, caressing her silky skin and continuing up until he reached her thin lacy underwear. A smile graced his lips at finding her absolutely soaked.
She moaned loudly as he caressed her over the fine material.
"Fuck!" she muffled her curse into his neck and pressed herself into his hand, demanding. His mouth searched for hers, biting her lower lip as he moved her underwear to the side and touched her velvet-soft and wet skin. She gasped, then moaned again, a low, satisfied sound.
"You're very bold going under my skirt like that," she said between gasps.
"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered back and kissed her neck, his index lightly caressing her clit back and forth. Instead of replying, she just moaned in his ear but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted to hear that sweet voice of hers say how much she wanted his hands on her, so he moved his hand an inch away and waited patiently.
No more than a second later, she pushed into his hand and whispered into his ear. "Please... Don't fucking stop..." Her voice was filled with want for him. It was all he needed to hear to resume his caresses and his fingers glided over her slick cunt, once again dragging delicious moans out of her.
He drew slow circles over her clit with one purpose in mind - to tease her, to make her want him in her bed for something other than sleep. There was no hiding how much his touch pleased her. The flutter of her heartbeat and the smell of her arousal gave her away, and it made him want her that much more.
Fuck, how he wanted to be inside her!
He nipped her ear and slipped a finger into her, only for her to tighten around it, demanding and eager. He grinned, satisfied, but she would never know; his face was buried in her hair as he was busy leaving a trail of kisses down her neck to her collarbone. His imagination came alive at the thought of feeling that tightness around another part of his body while he moved his index slowly in and out of her as his thumb pressed down and rubbed her clit.
"Fuck, that's so good!" she moaned as he added a second finger inside her, hitting the sweet spot that made her whimper. Her heart beat out of her chest as she let out a gasp that turned into a moan.
His intention had been only to tease her and leave her wanting, but the obscene sounds coming out of her made him want to feel her climax, to feel her come undone under his fingers. With one arm wrapped around her, he worked his deft fingers purposefully while his mouth roamed around the sensitive spots on her neck. Her moans and gasps intensified as she neared her peak, until her thighs squeezed him when waves of pleasure washed over her. Each one grasped his fingers tighter while she gasped for breath in his ear with her nails digging into his arm as she rode out her orgasm.
She clung to him tightly until her breath and heart settled while his hands caressed her legs as he tried to cool down. Feeling and hearing her pleasure had aroused him to no end. The hard bulge in his pants was a testament to that and he needed her with a hunger that clouded his mind.
"I want you... not just your hands," she moaned in his ear, mirroring his desire. "Take me home." She kissed him softly on the lips, tracing the side of his face with her fingers. Her words felt like a godsent promising release.
"Gladly, but before we go, you should tell your brother we're leaving so he doesn't worry." He spoke using the last shred of reason within him, trying not to appear too impatient.
"Lucky you still have your head on your shoulders. I think I lost mine somewhere along the way tonight."
"Do you regret it?"
"I regret nothing." She kissed him again, then stood up and took his hand as they left the busy club together.
While waiting for the car that would drive them home, she kept her back pressed up against his chest and he circled her waist, leaning in to kiss her neck from time to time as if fearing she would vanish if he let her out of his grasp for even a moment. She seemed ethereal, a magical creature he ensnared by some chance of fate. A little nymph, delicate and sweet. And this night she had decided to give herself to him.
Her eagerness matched his own as she cosied up against him in the backseat and kissed him so greedily that the driver had to give them a warning. Even so, she couldn't keep her hands off him. They laughed, looking at each other, and tried to restrain themselves. After all, they would be home soon.
They passed the reception desk in a rush and headed straight for the elevator. Once out of sight in the elevator cabin, she kissed him ardently while one of her hands travelled down to feel him already hard and ready for her. Without breaking the kiss, her fingers caressed him through his trousers, moving along his length, appreciating his generous size before her hand crawled up his chest and she started undoing the top buttons on his shirt. The memory of his skilled fingers inside her fueled her mind. She could think of nothing else and she didn't want to either. She had abandoned all reason the moment she first kissed him. Now she just wanted to feel his weight on her, pressing her down into the mattress, claiming her.
She walked backwards through the corridor, her mouth on his, her hands pulling on his clothes and not being able to get him out of them quick enough. He pushed her up against the door and nuzzled at her neck, one hand sliding under her dress to cup her ass as she rummaged through her purse for the key card.
Once they were inside and the door shut behind them, he no longer held back. If he had been somewhat tempered before, there was no trace of moderation left; his kisses became hungry and wild, no restraint left in him. His hands tugged at her dress ravenously while she undid his shirt buttons. With rushed movements, he pulled the bottom of her dress up over her hips and the top of it down off her breasts so that it was effectively covering only her waist. His eyes clouded with lust as he drank in her almost naked body and deft fingers hooked into her underwear, tugging it to the side again before brushing over wet skin as he kissed her with growing need.
He didn't seem to want to waste any time undressing more than necessary, and she mirrored his desperation. There was no way they would make it to the bedroom. She wanted him then and there, all else be damned. She undid his belt and trousers impatiently, licked her hand and finally reached down to stroke his cock, making him groan into her mouth as she touched him. Her fingers moved along his length in long strokes and his hips pressed into hers in an involuntary movement that searched for release. Her touch wasn't enough for him, so he grabbed under the top of her thighs and lifted her while she wrapped her legs around him, eager to finally have him inside her. He sat her down on the console table and kissed her while pressing the tip of his cock into her.
"Fuck, you're big!" She let out a gasp as she felt him filling and stretching her quickly.
He slowed down to let her adjust to his size, but he didn't stop and, with each slow stroke, he went deeper into her until she could feel every perfect inch of him.
He took his time tasting every bit of skin within reach while rolling his hips into her at a firm, unrelenting pace that drove her to the edge of sanity. It felt like his hands and mouth were everywhere at the same time, caressing, kissing, and biting her neck, breasts and lips, overwhelming her senses. She dug her heels into his backside as one would do when riding a horse to spur it on, only he was the one riding now. As his steady pace quickened, her hands grabbed onto whatever they could while the table shook beneath her. He held her tightly, one arm around the top of her ass, the other possessively grasping one of her breasts, thumb rubbing against her hardened nipple. His kisses became messy, all tongue and bites.
He fucked into her hard until she felt the world melt around them, until nothing else remained but the pleasure he brought her and time stood still. The release the orgasm brought her felt like an earthquake and her legs squeezed around him tighter. Even through her climax, he didn't stop or slow even for a second, and each new stroke prolonged her pleasure. Her nails dug into his neck as she screamed, not knowing if she was calling his name or cursing or both. He wasn't far off either, grunting loudly as pleasure was building up to his undoing, his grip on her felt like a steel vise as he thrust into her until a final deep stroke pushed him over the edge. She delighted in every throb of his cock inside her as he staggered out of breath with his heart beating out of his chest.
Her fingers ran through his hair until he finally caught his breath, his head buried in the crook of her neck.
"I'm sorry if I was too rough with you," he apologized, resting his forehead against hers and looking into her eyes.
"Would you think ill of me if I said I enjoyed every minute of it?" she asked with a smile.
"It would make me very happy to hear that," he replied, and kissed her.
"At least now I know how to increase a witcher's heart rate." She grinned proudly, making him laugh and kiss her again, this time more gently; he had sated his hunger and now he was enjoying dessert.
He lifted her off the table with her legs still wrapped around him, and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down gently on the bed, continuing to kiss her, his body pinning her onto the mattress. His lips and tongue were delicate now. There was no urgency anymore. Instead, he was revelling in the chase of her tongue, taking his time tasting her.
He sat up and pulled the scrunched-up dress down her legs, then removed her underwear and took off her heels before moving his fingers slowly over her nipples, down her abdomen to her legs, his eyes going every inch of skin looking at her with lust. His fingers danced over her skin, tracing abstract patterns while his eyes followed her every reaction, a small smile fluttering over his lips each time she hummed under his able touch. She gave in to his caresses, bucking her hips towards him, hoping he would take her once more, but he appeared only to be playing with her, and he was still woefully overdressed. Perhaps it was time for her to play with him, she thought. It was only fair since he liked to tease so much.
She sat up and put her hands under his open shirt, pushing it back and down his arms. A kiss on his chest, another in the crook of his neck, a playful look and smile, then she pushed him back off the bed. He stood up with a crooked smile and a raised eyebrow, while she dragged his trousers and underwear down his legs and kissed his stomach, going lower to his hard cock.
Her barely parted lips glided over the length of his shaft from tip to balls. She meant to tease him a little. Not enough to make him come, just enough to make him stop playing and take her instead. She looked up to see him gazing at her with hooded eyes and a slightly open mouth. She smiled and let her tongue trace the same trail her lips had been over, going over every vein on his cock from balls to tip, this time in a deliberately slow movement. He drew in a breath and held it in eager expectation.
She could still taste herself on him as she put her mouth around the tip of his cock, lightly sucking on it before slowly inching down to about halfway down his length. A small disappointed groan escaped him when she pulled off his cock, so her tongue traced the underside of his shaft, going up to the tip. She threw him a playful look and wrapped her lips around him, starting with slow shallow strokes that got increasingly longer until she took all his length down her throat. As she moved faster, her tongue feeling his every vein, his fingers curled in her hair while he tried to stifle his moans with little success. Eventually, he groaned and gently tugged on her hair to stop her, so she pulled off, but not before she gave it a last lick for good measure.
"If you don't stop..." he moaned, his voice had a deep sensual growl that made her vibrate after every word "... mmm... you're killing me with that sweet mouth of yours..."
He moved her up on the bed and pinned her down. He wasn't playing anymore. The need for release was building up within him once again as he inched inside her again, moving against her body while his mouth crashed into hers in a ravenous kiss.
With one hand under her knee, pushing her leg back and spreading her open, he moved purposefully. Each of his thrusts dragged a moan out of her; he felt better than anything she could have imagined, not just his cock, but him in his entirety, his scent flooding her, his tongue licking the side of her jaw, his hand sliding from her knee to her ass, fingers digging into flesh, his body rolling into hers so perfectly. She grabbed his ass with both hands, urging him deeper. He gave her a smug smile, kissed her roughly and pushed in up to his balls in one swift stroke. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, focusing only on how he felt inside her and how his delicious mouth tasted.
This time he didn't rush, he kept the pace slow and deep, set to the rhythm of her loud moans until she pushed against his chest to make him roll over. He laid back, pulling her on top of him, giving him a full view of her whole body. His eyes clouded with renewed lust when her hands found purchase on his chest and she started riding him, her breasts swaying with each movement.
His hands wandered up and down from her hips to her breasts as she settled into a rhythm that made his fingers dig into her flesh. He thrust up to meet her as she rode ever closer to another orgasm, until she fell onto his chest, panting as she came, once again screaming his name.
She cursed. It wasn't enough. She wanted to drag him down into the abyss with her, to feel his hot cum inside her again, so she leaned on her forearms to steady herself, her hair spilling over his chest, her lips over his, claiming them with a messy kiss. Her hips crashed into his, taking every inch of him and tightening around it before moving at a pace that made him growl.
That low deep voice groaning in pleasure made her shudder, made her want to prolong it as much as possible. All she wanted was to make him scream her name with abandon, to make him come so hard he would forget his own name. She rode him hard and fast to the edge, slowing down enough to keep him from coming before building back up. But the second time she brought him close to orgasm, he gripped her hips tightly and thrust himself deep inside her, a curse and her name on his lips in the final moment before that wanted release of built-up pleasure. Her fingers brushed his chest while she kissed him softly as he continued to throb inside her. It was as if the orgasm had paralyzed him, rendering him unable to do anything except breathe for a few moments before he enveloped her in his arms and kissed her deeply.
"You're going to be the death of me," he whispered.
"It's only fair. You made me lose my head already," she joked, kissing him sweetly.
