When single father Chris meets a Viking re-enactor on Lindisfarne, he thinks it’s the perfect recipe for a holiday fling -- and nothing more. Ian, or Ulf, as he’s known when in character as a Viking berserker, is a dreadlocked nomad who never stays in one place for long.<br><br>Chris had a relationship with a free spirit like Ian before, and it didn’t end well for him or for his bright but troubled daughter Kelis. He’s determined not to risk the stability of her home environment for Ian, no matter how well she gets on with him -- and no matter how much Chris is drawn to the man.<br><br>But Chris hasn’t reckoned with the Viking way of taking all you’re willing to give -- and coming back for more.

Love Found on Lindisfarne

“Could pinch you, if you like. Or, you know, I could go back to what I was doing…”


“That. Definitely,” I babbled, daring to push his head gently back in the direction of my cock.


He didn’t resist, just opened his lips wide and swallowed me down. I groaned, then started to thrust, taking his mouth. Ian responded by rolling my balls in one hand and fingering my perineum. It was so fucking good. It took a moment to realise he had his cock out of his trousers and was jerking himself vigorously. I tried hard to hold onto the shreds of my control, but in the end I lost it completely, bucking into his mouth, holding his hair with one hand while I tried to muffle my cries with the other.


Pressure was building like an electrical storm at the base of my spine, my balls so tight they were about to burst. “Going to…” I tried to pull away from Ian, but he was having none of it and I came in his mouth, lightning pleasure shooting through my body and out through my cock.


Chapter 12