26. Twenty-six
Twenty-six
Max
S howered and changed, I grabbed the coffee Arne had brewed while we’d taken our naughty shower. He whipped up a plate overflowing with all my favourite foods, and then we curled up under the same blanket on the couch.
“Did you tell your parents what to buy?” I asked, spearing a piece of creamy sheep milk cheese on my fork. I rarely indulged in it, keeping to my diet, but it was one of the best things in the world.
“I might have given them a list of your safe foods.” He scrunched up his nose in an uncharacteristically embarrassed smile. “There should be a few bags of sour worms in the cupboards.” My stomach fluttered like a soaring raven.
“You know them?” I doubted even my mother could have given such an accurate list of my safe foods.
He shrugged, popping half a fresh fig into his mouth. “They’re important for you, so I figured it made sense if I learned them, too.”
I waited until he’d swallowed his fig, then put the plate on the coffee table and slid to the floor between his feet.
“Holy shit, Raven. What are you doing?” he groaned, stroking my temple as if he couldn’t help touching me.
Me neither, Princess.
I didn’t reply, but dragged his joggers and tight white boxers down his legs. It took his body a few moments to catch on, and his cock hardened in my mouth.
“God, Raven. That feels so good.”
I wanted Arne to lose control for me. Raising my eyes to his, I gripped his cock and pulled off.
“Oh fuuuck.” His heavily hooded gaze roamed over my face, my hand, and clung to my irises before he fixated on my mouth. I tongued his head, hungrily lapping up the first drops of precum.
“I love how you taste, Viking,” I groaned, my voice throaty. “Give me more!”
With a whimper, he stroked my curls back. His thick, furry thighs trembled around me. More drops leaked out of him. I licked them away and dipped my tongue into the slit at his cockhead.
“Raven!” It was barely a whimper, lewd and needy.
Yep, hard again.
“Come in my mouth,” I commanded. “And then I will bend you over the table.” I inched my head back at the dining space behind us.
“Oh fuck, baby.” Strong hands gripped my face, and he bucked his hips, sliding his dick between my lips. A handful of shallow thrusts—and my hand fondling his nuts—was all he needed. His warm cum flooded my mouth.
I didn’t swallow, but rose to my feet. I dragged him into my arms and slammed my lips on his.
Arne’s tongue thrust into my mouth, greedily lapping at his own release.
With a groan, I took hold of his sculpted ass, kneading the hard globes of muscle and grinding my dick to his body.
“Get your ass over there,” I told him in my deep, slightly distorted voice, which signalled the Night Raven had come out to play. He’d been lurking under the surface all morning.
My gorgeous viking shivered, and I surveyed him, knowing full well that darkness swirled in my eyes. He looked out of it already. His face was slack, a dribble of his own cum clung at the corner of his mouth, and his pupils were blown wide.
My mouth curled up in a half smile, and I took a step back. “Be a good boy and do what I tell you.” Arne moaned under his breath as his dick twitched visibly.
My heart.
My bulky, capable captain, always in control of everything, loved being told what to do.
“Go,” I growled, giving him a wolfish grin. He gasped, turning on his heel, whipping off his shirt as he went.
Maybe this was why it worked so well between us. He held the reins on the ice, and I took them in bed.
I sauntered into the bedroom to grab the lube, taking my time. He would be even more of a mess if I kept him waiting, bent over a table. He always got so needy when I did—begging for my dick.
The Nachtkrapp urged me on. If only my sweet viking knew I was at least as desperate as him.
Good Lord.
The sight of Arne stopped me in my tracks.
His upper body was draped over the tabletop, hands gripping the edges so tightly his knuckles turned white.
I marvelled at his ass, fuzzed with dark hair, nuts nestled deep into the apex of his thick legs.
I strolled over to him, loving how he watched me like a hawk, the breath rasping in and out of him.
I plopped the bottle down on the table beside his arm, his muscles straining as if he feared dropping off the face of the earth.
“Sweet Princess,” I muttered, trailing my fingertips down his spine and raising goosebumps in my wake. “You look so gorgeous bent over like that. With that pretty pink hole on display for me.”
He whimpered softly, the tip of his tongue coming out to wet his lips.
“I love it when you are so hungry for me. So desperate.” My voice broke, dropping down a couple of octaves when my other form forced himself to the front of my consciousness.
“Tell me how desperate you are, Viking.”
The shadows reached out for him, solidifying as they met his legs, denting his skin. They curled around his thighs, trailing over his hole and diving between his legs to reach his balls.
“Oh my God, Raven,” he whimpered, eyes squeezed shut but shuffling his stance to make room for me.
“Let me hear you,” the Nachtkrapp hummed, tugging on his balls. My lips curled up in an indulgent smile at his shuddering breath. He knew the drill. I wouldn’t touch him any further until he told me.
“I want you to take me, Raven.” His voice shook. “Wreck my hole and fucking use me. Please,” Arne added, ending on a sobbing moan.
With a snarl, I grabbed the lube and wrenched the lid open. I didn’t even bother to warm it up for him, but squeezed it out on his clenching ass.
I went straight to two fingers. He tensed for a moment when I pulled my fingers out and notched my slick cock at his entrance.
“Let me in, Princess. I promise I’ll make you feel great.”
“I know you will.” He exhaled, urging his ass against my groin, bearing down on my dick. “You always do, my love.”
Wrapping my hand around his throat, I pulled his back to my chest.
“Max!” His eyes flew open at the change of angle, his mouth coming around in search of my lips.
I upped the speed, my thighs slapping against his ass, fingers curled in his hair. Arne moaned and sobbed on my cock, his hole fluttering around me.
“No!” I snapped, swatting his hand away from taking hold of his hard length.
“Please, baby, I need to come.”
“I’m not stopping you. But you are not touching yourself. Be a good slut and get yourself off on my dick.”
Tilting my hips, I bumped my head against his prostate.
“Right there, baby. Please, oh God.”
I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood so I wouldn’t come from the way he sobbed.
That I was the reason this tall, successful man made these noises was mind blowing.
“Harder, baby. Please. Wreck me!”
Oh shiiit!
I squeezed his throat the way he loved and dragged his hot mouth to mine as I pushed him over the edge with hard thrusts.
“Be. A. Good. Slut. And. Come. Now.” I grunted with the effort of holding back until he climaxed.
And he did. Fucking finally. Crying out my name, he came all over the floor, his hole squeezing my dick like a vise.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I snarled, sinking my teeth into his hard shoulder muscle, my release slamming into me. I flooded his ass with my cum, grunting with pleasure.
“Fuck, baby!” Arne gasped, tears spilling out from under his thick lashes. “Only you. I’m all yours,” he added, ending with a soft sigh. He collapsed on the table with me on top of him, and I released his flesh.
“My sweet little Princess.” Stroking his hair and caressing his cheek, he sighed again, a blissful expression on his face. “You own me. I hope you know that.”
Raising myself up, I pulled out of his ass, enjoying the view for a few moments: the bite mark on his shoulder, the expanse of his sweaty back, the skin dotted with a few lonely freckles, and his stretched hole with my cum leaking out of him.
“Come on. Let’s clean you up and get you back to bed.”
A shudder travelled down his spine. “Not like that,” I chuckled, brushing my lips on his skin. “But if you need me to fuck you again, I gladly will.” Kissing up his back, I nuzzled my face into his neck. “God, I love you so much, Arne.”
A soft gasp escaped him, causing me to draw back. Our eyes met.
“I love you,” he replied, giving me a gooey grin. Like a fly in a sticky trap, I got stuck on it. This man owned me. Forever was a fucking long time when you were twenty-five, but I knew there would be nobody else for me.