20. Twenty
Twenty
Max
“ M ax, please. Give me more,” Arne groaned into our half kiss. I added another finger, watching his face like a hawk. Nothing but pleasure showed on it.
Lips open a bit, his breath rasping in and out of him, cheeks flushed, and hips timidly moving with my careful thrusts. I scissored my fingers, stretching him open. The need to be in him drove me out of my mind, but there was no way I’d forget myself and risk him being hurt.
Arne searched around for the lube.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to lube you up, for fuck’s sake. I can’t wait a minute longer.”
“Oh yes, you will.” I took the bottle before he could.
“Maaax,” he drawled, lips in a pout.
“I didn’t know my big, strong viking was such a brat,” I tutted. I squeezed lube straight on my dick, slathering it all over the aching length.
“Careful,” I warned him when he took hold of me, brought me to his hole and bore down. He whined again, struggling against my hold.
“Princess!”
Arne’s eyes snapped open, hazy with lust, making me suddenly aware of how fucking tight a grip he had on my cock.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I murmured, pulling him in for a slow kiss and letting him sink down an inch. His dick twitched against my abs.
“God, Raven, you feel so fucking good.”
“You, too, Princess.” I stroked his tongue with mine, drinking down his moans. He moved on me, raising his ass up a bit and sinking down until his ass was flush with my groin.
He ground it against my hips, trying to find a rhythm that worked for him. I’d never had sex with another hockey player before. This beautiful man’s pure strength and stamina completely fucking blew my mind. Taking hold of my pecs, he rode me like a stubborn bull, inhuman snarls escaping both of us when my cock bumped into his spot and his ass clenched around me.
“God, I’m so bi, baby,” he moaned, throwing his head back and changing the angle.
Holy. Fucking. Shiiit.
“And I’m so close. Princess,” I hissed, my head digging into the pillow, trying to hold on somehow. “You look so pretty. Fuck!”
“Yes, Raven, breed my hole!” His own dirty talk took him over the edge. His body clenched around me, and he came all over my abs in long spurts. Shit! It was so much, as if he’d been holding out for weeks.
I plummeted for a moment before I followed him. Grinding his ass down, I filled him up.
Letting go of his hips, I held my arms open.
“Get down here, Princess. I need to hold you.”
“Wow,” he sighed and nuzzled his nose into my neck. “So bi.”
I huffed, making us both hiss when my limp dick slipped out of his ass.
“Thank you.” Arne said softly.
I turned my head and kissed his brow.
“For letting you ride me? …That was sarcasm,” I clarified.
“I know, baby.” Arne’s lips pressed to the side of my throat. “For how good it felt. I was a bit nervous.” He added the last words in a whisper.
“You were?” I tilted his face up so I could see his eyes. “Why?” I stroked his scruffy cheek.
God, Viking. You are glorious.
“I love the way you look at me, Max,” Arne confessed, biting his lip.
“How do I look at you, Princess?”
“Like,” he began, but broke off, the skin over his cheeks flushing pink.
Say it.
“Like you…” My viking broke off again.
I hummed. Maybe I don’t need to hear it now. “Why were you nervous?”
“I was a bit scared it might hurt, or that I wouldn’t like it.”
“Oh, Princess. I would never have hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.” He added a little nod to drive the point home and pressed his lips to mine. It was a sensual kiss, close-mouthed, and almost chaste. I moaned when he licked the seam of my lips, nudging me open for him.
“Baby,” he whimpered, broad hands digging into my curls. Arne slicked his tongue over mine, deepening our connection.
They say ravens mated for life. I never thought that would be something I wanted but when he kissed me like that I wasn’t so sure anymore.