17. Seventeen
Seventeen
Arne
M ax eating my ass was the ultimate proof I needed.
I am so bi.
He speared his tongue inside me, alternating between fucking and licking my hole. What should have felt weird was anything but. I was made to have my ass eaten by him.
Perhaps I’m not bi.
I didn’t want just any dude in me, only him.
I’m Maxsexual.
“Baby,” I groaned, fisting the sheets. He stilled and pulled his face out of my ass.
“Keep calling me that, and I’ll change my mind.”
“About what?”
“Fucking you right now,” he said and pressed his mouth back to my hole.
I shivered and trembled, putty under his lips.
“You’re making me come, Max.” He had me close to sobbing, and my dick was leaking profusely onto the bedsheet under me. The slide of the smooth fabric on the sensitive underside of my head got me even closer.
“Good,” he hummed, and then redoubled his efforts.
I wasn’t proud of how fast I came. Or of the sounds I made when I did. They were desperate and throaty as I humped the mattress, riding his face through my orgasm.
“Fuck, Princess.” Max rested his smooth cheek on my glute, sighing as if I had just presented him with a puppy. “You almost made me come, too.”
His hand skimmed over my sweaty hip, and I felt like I did on blades: invincible and on top of the world.
“I hope that made up for not visiting you in your dreams.” The words brushed over the tiny hairs at the small of my back, sending a gentle shiver up my spine.
“Mmm, yeah. As much as I like that, I prefer the real you.”
“Want to come shower with me? I’ll make you breakfast afterwards.”
His silky feathers brushed against my skin as he slid up my body to hug me. Max kissed my neck.
“This is better than breakfast.”
He huffed, but pressed his lips to my skin again and again.
“I’m hopeless,” Max murmured and moved up to my ear, his warm breath tickling me.
“Hopeless?” I gasped when he sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
“Hopelessly in love with you, Liebling.”
The ability to speak abandoned me when he pulled me back into his body, and his hard dick pressed between my cheeks. His other hand cupped my pec, raising my nipple into a tight peak with his thumb.
Shit. I hadn’t ever wondered if my nipples were sensitive—an oversight on my part. My dick throbbed and twitched as if trying to draw attention to himself with every swipe of Max’s finger.
To be fair, my entire body felt like one big erogenous zone when Max touched me. It was like I had rediscovered my sexuality all over again.
“Max, oh my God, don’t stop.” I didn’t care how whiny I sounded. It was that fucking good.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” His cocky grin was audible. “Will you blow for me again, Viking?” he asked me in his deep, grumbling Nachtkrapp voice. The hand that wasn’t driving me wild slid up to my throat and squeezed my windpipe.
“Probably,” I moaned, not giving a flying fuck anymore. I had to, and so did he. “What about you? Can you come just from what you are doing to me, baby?”
Max’s curse ended in a hoarse chuckle. He gripped my chin, dragged my head around and devoured my mouth, sending me spiralling into pure bliss.
The second orgasm wrecked me. My raven groaned, rubbing his cock up and down my crack. His warm cum hit my lower back and his tongue thrust into my mouth as he rode out his climax. Cum ran down between my arse cheeks, making it a slippery slide.
God, it’s so filthy. I love it.
“I wish I never had to shower again,” I sighed into the sloppy kiss.
Max gave a weak chuckle and rested his forehead against my shoulder.
“My little princess wants to walk around reeking of me and dripping with my cum?”
I shivered.
Fuck, yes.
“Hopeless,” he repeated and hugged me tighter to his chest.