18. Eighteen
Eighteen
Max
I had the worst fucking game of my career.
Maybe they’ll send you straight back home.
I somehow managed to hit my own teammate with my stick—twice!—and had hit him so hard Bo blacked out for a second. Jerke immediately pulled him off the ice.
And that fucking arsehole of a Fox man, Jarno Lipponen, kept taunting and mocking me. Until he snapped. I had never seen Arne lose his composure before.
One minute Lipponen called me a fucking loser, and the next my Viking had him up against the boards, stick caging him by the neck.
It took Nikolai and me to pry him off the Polar Fox hybrid. Arne breathed like an angry Dragon, and I wouldn’t have been surprised to see smoke curling from his nostrils.
“Game misconduct,” the confused, but angry, referee snapped, daring Arne to argue. He didn’t.
All the fight had gone out of him. He glanced at me, then down, and skated towards the Pumas’ bench. His substitute, one of our rookies, entered the penalty box.
We lost spectacularly without our two main defencemen. They gave their best, but Nik wasn’t in his usual form. Luis tried, too, but it was his first game with the team.
The poor thing.
Arne had showered and changed, and a tired Jerke led him away for a talk in his office when we approached the locker room.
Nobody spoke much.
“Sorry, kid. Your first game with us should have been a better one.” Our blond defenceman clapped a hand on the rookie’s shoulder.
Luis gave him a wide smile, clearly high on postgame dopamine. “It’s okay. I got an assist. Not a bad turnout for my first game with you guys.”
Nik huffed a laugh. “True dat, kiddo.”
We all showered and changed, and because it would have looked weird to hang around and wait for Arne, I left the rink.
I had barely entered my flat when my phone chimed with a message.
Arne: Can I drop by?
Arne: I want to see you
Shit.
Arne was never one to use excessive emojis, but this level of neutrality was unusual even for him. Maybe he had confided in Jerke…
Is he going to end this between us?
Max: Sure.
He arrived in under fifteen minutes, coming straight to my place from the rink. He was still in his functional gear, his dark hair soft and gleaming in the overhead lights and an unreadable expression in his startling blue eyes.
Damn, why is he so beautiful?
“Hey, can I come in?” No smile, no wink, just careful neutrality.
We’re over.
“Yes, of course.” I stepped aside to let him pass, trying to brace myself for the inevitable.
Arne pushed the door shut and hugged me so hard my feet lifted off the ground. His lips slammed on my mouth, his slick tongue thrusting inside. With a groan, he pressed me against the wall and urged his thigh between mine. I was sure if he could have crawled under my skin, he would have.
“Oh my God, Raven, I’m so sorry. Tell me you don’t hate me. Do you hate me?” He moaned into my mouth, his broad hands roaming my body. My sweet princess redoubled his efforts, clearly having a moment and sweeping me right along with him.
“Why do you say that, Princess? Why would I hate you?”
“Because I fucking messed up. I suck, and we lost.”
“Arne, look at me.” With both hands on his broad chest I pushed him back to give me some breathing room. “We’ve lost before. I can’t count the times Bo or Nik got penalties. I’ve been worrying about you. I thought you might…”
“What?” he asked softly, stroking my cheek. His inquisitive eyes pierced me. It felt like he could see to the bottom of my soul.
Whatever you will find there, it’s all yours.
“I wondered if you had enough.”
“Enough of what exactly, Max?”
Oh no, not stern Arne. Please.
“I don’t know,” I hedged, but maybe coming clean would help. This level of anxiety isn’t healthy. “That you told Jerke why you lost your temper and decided you didn’t want to see me anymore. I thought that when you took me apple picking, too. And it drives me crazy.”
Arne’s jaw dropped. “What the actual fuck, Max?”
He pushed back from me, grappling with my hands.
“Let me fucking kiss you, baby,” I snapped. He stopped struggling and surrendered to my mouth.
His needy little whines will be my downfall. “I still don’t know what someone as handsome as you would want with me, Arne.” I turned us around, bringing his back to my front door. Kissing down his chin and his throat, I inhaled his cologne. “God, Viking, you make me so hard.”
“Max!” His head thudded back into the wood, his hands finding my shoulders as if to hold me in place. “I’m not handsome,” he added as an afterthought.
“No,” I agreed with him, “you’re not handsome. I nuzzled my face into the thick pecs. “You are the prettiest little princess I’ve ever seen. Let’s go somewhere more comfortable. I don’t want to blow you against my front door.”
“Okay.” He followed me into my bedroom. It was smaller and darker than his, with navy blue walls and dark grey sheets. I gave him a little push that made him topple back onto my bed.
Arne giggled that boyish laugh I loved so much, but he moaned when I dragged his slim dark sweatpants and the usual white athletic boxers he preferred down his legs. I trailed soft kisses up his thighs, breathing into his warm skin and inhaling his scent.
“So pretty,” I crooned, then fisted his dick and brought my mouth down on him.
“Oh my God, Raven. Your mouth feels so fucking good.” Tangling his hands in my hair, he tilted my face up. “Let me see you, please,” he whispered, brushing the tears off my cheeks. When I hollowed them under his touch, his length twitched. I thought for a moment he would lose control and come way before I was ready to give up this thick, veiny cock in my mouth.
It turned me on like crazy that I was more experienced than him. At least in this territory. And seeing Arne gaze down at me with lust. Fuck! It did my head in.
Pulling off his cock for a moment, I ran my hands up his thighs.
“Anything you want to try, Captain? Nothing is off limits.” I deep-throated him again, loving to hear him hiss when his cockhead bumped into my throat.
“I’ll tell you if something doesn’t work for me. But—” He cursed, his hips bucking up. “I doubt we’ll have to worry about that today.”
My breath was ragged with the fucking pleasure of my lips working his leaking dick.
“Today or ever,” he groaned. “If anything, I worry about how long I can hold back.” I grinned around his cock before sucking him down once more. My hands wandered, brushing his tight nuts and delving further.
“Oh my God! Are you sure you want to do this?” My precious big viking palmed my cheeks, uncertainty etched in his face.
I pulled off his cock, tears blurring my vision. I wouldn’t let him do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.
“I want to explore every inch of your body, Princess. If you want me to…” It was his own insecurity showing here, not mine.
He pulled me up for a kiss. “I want nothing more than you.”
Keeping my eyes on his, I pushed two fingers into his mouth. He got the memo and slicked them so obscenely he gave me a full-body flush. Then I brought them between his spread thighs, heading straight for his hole.
I had no idea if I was trembling or him, only that I made sure there was no discomfort. My pretty little princess needed to be handled with the greatest care and attention. He gripped my biceps, holding on tight as I brushed his saliva over his sensitive skin, teasing his ass open for me.
He let me in, breathing through his mouth to get his muscles to relax.
“This isn’t your first time, is it, Princess?”
He blinked as if he found it difficult to keep his eyes open to meet mine. Then the hottest fucking smirk ever appeared on his face and my viking leaned in, bringing his mouth to my ear. “You got me, Raven. I admit I practised a little. I’m quite flexible, you know.”
Oh. Fuck. Me.
I groaned when I imagined Arne finger fucking himself, and even more so when he softened and my index slipped into him.
“Let me get the lube.” I breathed, keeping my hand unmoving.
“Okay.”
I pulled out, stroking my other hand over his chest to get him to relax, and slid the drawer open.
I’d barely returned to his side when he gripped a fistful of my hair and brought our lips together, his scruffy beard scraping my skin as he devoured me.
When my brain came back online, I opened the bottle and squelched the lube out.
He groaned when my cool, slick fingers were back between his ass cheeks. I softened him up with gentle pressure before I entered him again.
“Max, you need to, oh fucking hell, what are you doing to me?” he whined, desperate like an animal.
His voice cracked and I…lost it. The shadows rising around us hid us in a cocoon of darkness. The safety in which he could let go for me.
“There?” I pressed my fingers against his prostate again, his heart pounding under my ear as I stroked deeper.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Exactly there.” I focused on the spot like I focused on the puck in the game, with fluidity and adaptability, ever changing to match the energy of my opponents.
“Does that feel good for you?” I rasped.
“Yes,” he whimpered into the void as I pushed him to the brink of madness.
“Shh, just feel me, Princess. Breathe for me and trust me, okay? I wouldn’t ever hurt you.”
“It doesn’t hurt, baby. It’s…fuck! There’s no practice for what you do to me.”
Arne moved his hips, fucking himself on my hand. He was clearly desperate to come.
“Max, please!” he whined.
“Please what?” I asked, making my voice stay soft and unperturbed. I was so fucking close; I couldn’t hold out much longer. He was too tight, too hot around me.
“Make me come already,” Arne snapped.
I chuckled darkly, pulling my hand out an inch.
“No, Raven! Please, oh fuck fuck fuck.” He was close to tears. He was close to falling. He teetered on the edge of the platform, ready for a deep dive. Sweet little princess. My fingers plunged back into his body.
“Fall for me, my Viking,” I whispered in his ear. He fell and so did I, forgetting that I had never learned how to fall. I could fly.
Air rushed past me as the ground came too close, way too fast, until I soared. My cum painted the prettiest picture on his skin, adding to the mess he made of himself. But I didn’t let up. I milked him dry and jerked my cock with my other hand until we slumped back on the bed, struggling for breath and our hearts hammering against our rib cages.
“Wow,” I gasped when I found my head again. He caught my eye, and we both broke down in laughter. Pulling out, I snuggled up to him. I had to kiss this beautiful man.
“Thank you,” I muttered, my forehead resting on his, hand curled around his nape.
“Thank you? Damn, Raven. This was the hottest thing ever. You are…” A grin stretched across his face, and he turned his head to find my lips in a kiss. “You are the hottest thing ever.”
“So, Princess.” I snuggled my face into his neck, kissing his sweaty skin. “Now that we’ve explored this…”
“Yes?”
“What do you say? Are you okay with bottoming? We haven’t talked about it yet. We should before we go on.”
“I thought about it at length, and I don’t think I want to top. Correction: I am sure I don’t want to top after what you just did to me.”
His grin fucking floored me.
“Good, because I don’t want to bottom.” I winked. “Damn, I can’t wait to fuck you, but I want you to feel safe.”
“I always feel safe with you, Max.”
He groaned desperately when I turned us around, gripped his glutes and spread them.
“What are you waiting for, Raven?”