Beak Performance (Fangs on Ice #3)

19. Nineteen

Nineteen

Arne

“ W hat do you mean?” Max stared at me.

I gulped. “I want to sleep with you.”

“Now?”

“What’s stopping you? I’ve done enough waiting and holding out and exploring. I’m sure I want you. Only you, Raven.” With gentle pressure, I tilted up his chin so I could kiss him again. “Unless you don’t want to—that’s fine, too.”

“God, Princess, you don’t know how much I want you.”

I nudged him to lie on his back and slid a leg over his hips, raising myself up to straddle him. Then I remembered that he’d just come about five minutes ago.

“Do you need a bit more time to recuperate? We can wait.”

“Oh no.” Max gave me a sheepish grin. “I’m perfect.”

“Yes, you are,” I agreed, loving the gentle blush spreading across his sharp cheekbones.

Bending down, I kissed his neck.

“We’re both tested, right?”

“We are,” he agreed. “Are you suggesting we…”

“Forgo the condoms, yes.”

Max cursed, his hand coming up to cup my nape.

“It’s okay for me, but only if you’re sure. I have no…fuck, Princess!” I ground my hips against his, sliding our dicks together, already so riled up I was scared I would come the minute he was in me.

“I need you, Raven.” He didn’t argue after that but kept his eyes on mine as he reached for the lube.

“I know, baby.” His gaze dropped to my lips, and he nudged my head forward, bringing them to his mouth. “If anything changes for you, you tell me straight away, yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” My voice was whiny and desperate—exactly how I felt.

Max hummed, bringing my face even closer so he could nip my bottom lip.

“Any discomfort you feel I need to know about, but I promise I’ll be careful with you, Princess.” I heard him squeeze some lube out of the bottle, only briefly wondering how he could with one hand still palming my nape. Then his cool fingertips trailed softly over my hole.

Everything was new and exciting, as if this was the first time we played.

“My precious princess.” His lips brushed against mine with every word he spoke. “I can’t wait to see how pretty you’ll look all needy and sobbing on my cock.”

“Fuck, Max,” I moaned and closed my eyes to focus on the pleasure he sparked in me.

“Let’s get you nice and open for me first.” He slipped a finger inside me. “God, Princess. You’re so tight. Being in you’s going to end me. Try to relax for me. That’s it,” he praised when I exhaled and my ass softened around his fingers.