25. Twenty-five
Twenty-five
Arne
I t had still been dark when we arrived the night before. Seeing Max take the house in for the first time once my parents had left, awe on his ethereal face, was a highlight of my year.
Before they retired, my mother had worked as the CEO of Dwarfoods, one of Denmark’s largest food suppliers. My dad still volunteered for the rescue team he had led for most of his working life. They had bought this house decades ago and had it restored a few years back. It was gorgeous. I had very vague plans to move here eventually, or at least spend a chunk of my time here.
I got lost in my daydreams of Max and me having coffee here, both with greying hair and still as gone for the other as we were now.
“Oh my God, it’s so beautiful. Can I check it out?” Max’s body vibrated with excitement.
“Go ahead.” With a small peck on the lips, I sent him exploring and opened the cupboard above the sink. My heart squeezed in my chest again. My mum and dad had stocked the fridge and cupboards for us.
They are the freaking best.
“I can’t believe we get to stay here for the next ten days.”
Max strolled over to me and pulled me into a hug.
“Let’s have a shower and then grab a bite, okay? My parents left us enough food that we could survive the ten days without ever setting foot outside.”
“Yes, Captain,” he hummed, kissing my cheek. “And don’t threaten me with a good time. Thank you for bringing me here. I love it,” he added, his voice low, serious.
I love you.
“You’re welcome, Raven. I’m so glad we’re here together.” We walked hand in hand to the bathroom in the back with the massive shower that I adored even more now.
In silence, we undressed. His gaze locked on mine. Suddenly desperate. We found ourselves under the blissfully warm spray, getting lost in a hungry kiss.
I loved the feel of his body against mine, his roaming hands, the gasp when I brushed his hole, the whimper when I shoved him face-first against the shower wall. I sank to my knees. The water hadn’t yet washed the lingering scent of his musk away. His hole clenched when I ran my tongue over it, probing him. I needed to see him lose control.
“Oh God,” he groaned as I speared my tongue inside him. Palms clapping against the tile. Ass pressing back. He fucked himself on my mouth. His thick cock jerked when I grabbed him. A hand slid into my hair, holding on for dear life as he drove his dick through my fist, my tongue in his ass.
Max came so beautifully for me. Ropes of cum pulsed out over my fingers and were washed away by the water almost immediately.
He always topped, but he loved it when I ate him. And so did I.
“Arne.” Nobody I had been with before him had ever driven me to the edge with just my name. My name on his lips. “Get up.” His voice was calm, and I rose, as he sank down.
He swallowed my cock, choking around my head in his throat.
Don’t be the depraved asshole who comes from hearing their partner choke but… Fuck. Me. That sound. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
Forehead pressing to the tiles, I watched him blow me.
“So gorgeous. You…are…so…pretty, Raven.” I panted and huffed the words into the steamy air.