16. Sixteen
Sixteen
Max
W atching my needy little princess’ face fall when I told him I wouldn’t fuck him tonight was all the proof I needed.
He’s as far gone for you as you are for him.
“I’ll stay the night, though, if you want me to. I’ve been dreaming of falling asleep with you for weeks.”
Arne’s face flushed, and I had a visual of how he might look freshly fucked. “You did?”
“Every night, with my hand on my dick and my bed cold and empty.” I nuzzled my nose into his cheek. “Thank you, Princess.”
“I’ll have a quick shower…” His voice trailed off.
“Want me to join you?”
“Yeah.” He grinned and pulled my head down so he could reach my mouth.
For as long as I lived, Arne sucking me off kneeling in the shower was a memory I would never forget.
Every water drop that clung to his lashes, every rivulet that ran down his hairy chest and his bulging pecs and hard nipples, every flex of his muscles as he moved on my length, every fucking moan echoing in the steamy air… they were imprinted on my heart.
Back in his bedroom, he opened a drawer on his dresser, glancing over his shoulder to look at me.
“Do you need something to wear tonight, Yndling?”
“A shirt would be great, thanks. What’s ‘yndling’?”
Arne scrunched his nose and winked. “It’s…uh…‘favourite’ in Danish. Don’t tell the others,” he added in a whisper.
He has a pet name for me? God, he’s the cutest.
“Not a word.” I zipped up my mouth but was way past the point of trying to keep my face in check.
Arne didn’t return my grin but leaned in and pecked the side of my neck. “You’re okay?” He asked again, his mouth moving against my skin.
“If you ask me again, I’ll let the Nachtkrapp out or turn into a raven.”
“Not complaining. You turning into this powerful creature is quite the turn-on. An actual raven, not so much, but…” Arne groaned softly, now licking down my throat.
Cursing under my breath, I tilted my head back to give him better access.
“I love the way you taste,” he murmured, running his nose down my chest and nuzzling the ridge between my pecs. I was weirdly proud of it. Even more so when he cupped me, plumping the muscle in his hand. “God, you’re so gorgeous. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”
“You did?”
“Yes,” he breathed, kneading my pec. “Ever since you kissed me in Scotland. I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Raven. My brain just gives out when I’m near you.” Arne huffed a little laugh that tickled the feathers at my chest. “Sorry, I have to make use of the fact that I can touch you.”
“Viking?”
“Yeah?” Those startlingly blue eyes met mine from between my pecs.
“You can always touch me.”
With a soft gasp, he pushed up to his fists, looking down at me. Then my huge, strong Viking urged me back to the bed. As soon as I laid down, he straddled my hips. Uttering a little whimpering sob, Arne kissed me hard.
“That’s it. Take what you need from me. You can have anything you want.”
“Don’t say that.” His beard scratched the soft skin on my jaw as he sucked and licked me there. “I might just take you up on it.”
“God, please do.” Gripping his ass, I ground him down on my aching dick. I needed him.
“I’ve never been with a guy before, though.”
“So? Just do what feels right. Experiment. I volunteer as your guinea pig.”
“The hottest guinea pig in existence, but shit, Raven. You smell so good, I just want to crawl inside you.”
With a snort, I turned us around, pushing his thighs wide and pressing my dick between his legs.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Viking.” I let my guard down, loving how he shivered when my voice dropped dangerously low. Kissing along his collarbone, I searched for the right spot to mark him and found it near his shoulder. “I said guinea pig, not bottom, Liebling. If you want me to, I’ll gladly be under your skin,“ I murmured into his muscle. “I’ll get so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for days.” He moaned, throwing his head around when I sucked his skin into my mouth. I didn’t stop until a deep purple bruise bloomed on his otherwise unblemished body.
“Oh, you look pretty wearing my mark, Viking.” My fingertips whispered over the hickey. “So pretty and debauched. So perfect.”
“I want to feel your mouth on me, Raven.” He ended on a soft gasp, his hips bucking up against mine.
“Mmm, you do?” My voice was still a low rasp. “Where?”
“I want you to suck me again.” His throaty voice got me so goddamn close to coming in my boxers.
Humming, I kissed down his naked chest, rubbing my face over his hair.
“Needy little princess,” I tutted, pulling the waistband of his boxers away from his body and letting it snap back.
“Yes, Raven. You do this to me. I want you so much, baby.”
“Call me that again, and you can have anything from me, Arne.”
“Suck my dick, baby, please,” he begged.
Two of my tentacles slid up his legs, hitching in the waistband and dragging his boxers over his hard cock. I let them curl around his thighs, opening them up for me.
“So pretty, Princess. So fucking pretty how you’re leaking for me already.”
One tip brushed over his exposed hole.
“So gorgeous.”
The shadow tendril stroked up his taint, winding around his nuts to squeeze them carefully.
“Holy shit, Raven!” My big, composed Viking sobbed under my touches.
“Yes,” I snarled. “Whimper for me, Princess.”
He blew the moment I took him into my mouth, thighs quivering and grunting as if in pain.
“Max, baby.” My eyes shot up when I heard the breath hitching in his throat. Tears glistened on his cheeks.
“Arne?” I pulled off and cocooned him in my arms, peppering his brow with kisses. “Did I push you too much? I’m so sorry.”
He snuggled into my embrace, pressing his face into my chest.
“You are so sweet and beautiful,” I cooed. “The most precious little princess ever.”
“It was so good,” he murmured. “A bit overwhelming, though.”
“Forgive me. I should have paid more attention to what you needed from me.”
“I’d forgive you for everything, Max. And it’s all good. My emotions just got the better of me for a moment. It’s all so new, and…”
“And?”
“I’m sad because sex was never this good before, and it’s taken me thirty-two years to get here.” His voice sounded wistful. “But every time I get sad I remember that it’s this good because it’s you.”
I love you, Arne.
He nudged me to turn on my side.
“Sleep well, Raven,” he murmured into my nape. “And sweet dreams.”
“You too, Princess.” With one last kiss on the bicep under my cheek, I closed my eyes and was out.
“Good morning,” I whispered into the Viking’s ear, pressing a gentle kiss on the pulse point behind it. We had switched positions in the night, and I had woken up with my body spooning his.
And my morning wood wedged between his ass cheeks.
Oops.
I stood by my decision not to sleep with him on our first night, but that didn’t mean I liked it.
God, I was desperate to tease him open, to make him come on my cock, and to hear those soft whimpers coming from this burly man. A perfect juxtaposition.
“Did you sleep well?” I rasped, so fucking horny for my viking I was losing my mind.
“No naughty dreams.” He heaved a deep sigh. “But I loved falling asleep with you in my arms.”
“Me, too, Princess.”
“That’s here to stay, huh?”
“The name? Oh, yeah.” Pushing him to lie on his stomach, I kissed his nape, and shoulders. “I love calling you ‘my Princess.’ Because you are,” I muttered, licking a hot strip down his spine. “You are sweet and precious, and so hot.” I nuzzled the small of his back, then moved to his ass, biting the hard curve of his glute.
“Oh God, Raven.” Arne’s leg pulled up, spreading his ass.
How am I supposed to keep my head on when you flash your tight hole at me?
It was clear enough what he wanted. Without further ado, I pressed my mouth into his crack.