Chapter 23
MAX
“Oof,” Lorde grunted when I pushed him into the wall next to my bedroom door, pressing my body against his, our mouths fused together.
In the past, it was all about release; tonight, it was about the journey, discovery, and everything in between. I couldn’t get enough of this man.
I didn’t know who opened the door, but one minute we were standing by the door, and the next, I was falling on my bed with Lorde crawling on top of me.
Our clothes were strewn all over the living room, and neither one of us had anything left.
When he lowered himself down on top of me, our cocks rubbed together, making me moan with pleasure. Shit, that felt good.
Something occurred to me right then, something we’d never discussed before: top or bottom.
I’d never been the catcher, so to speak, not that I didn’t want to try it, I did.
I just never trusted any of my previous partners, and the one time I did attempt it, he was drunk and hadn’t prepared me enough.
It hurt worse than the time I pulled a groin muscle and broke my leg doing stupid stunts when I was twelve and was trying to get people to notice me.
They took notice when I was screaming bloody murder.
I wanted to feel Lorde inside me, to experience that with him, but there was a larger, more primal urge in me to take him this first time, to make him mine.
Lorde grabbed both of our dicks and began stroking them together in his large hand.
If he kept it up, I wouldn’t last long. I was already on edge and tried not to thrust upward into his fist, but it didn’t work, and he didn’t stop.
His grip got tighter, his pumping faster.
My balls pulled up tight, my body gyrated against his, and I screamed his name as I came hard and fast, and he followed immediately after, calling my name before kissing me, our tongues dancing.
We were both out of breath, laughing, and smiling as our bodies continued to move against each other.
The jerk-off session did a lot to remove the urgent need, but it did nothing to completely quell it. I didn’t know if I would ever get enough of him, and I was going to be honest, that scared the shit out of me. His next words brought me back to the here and now, “I want you to fuck me.”
My eyes flew open to meet his. “Have you ever?” I wasn’t sure why I asked, but I was curious. Plus, if he’d never had something up his ass, it could take a little longer.
He shook his head. “No, only dildos or my fingers.” You would think I would have thought of using dildos on myself, and I had, but after what happened, I was hesitant to stick anything in my ass bigger than my finger.
Nodding, I stretched up to kiss him again. It was only then that I realized something. This cabin was my sanctuary, my escape. The last thing I ever thought of doing was bringing a date here. Hell, my parents didn’t even know about this place. I had lube, but no condoms. “Fuck!”
“What?” Lorde scrambled off of me, almost falling on the floor, and barely landed with his ass on the edge of the bed.
His head moved in every direction, scanning the room, searching for something.
He was on alert and tense, his hands were palms up, fingers spread, and I could see a small spark flickering.
I moved toward him, getting a closer look, but he closed his hands into fists and snapped, “Max!”
“What?”
“You tell me.” He was ready for anything, and that both terrified me and excited me.
“No dragons to slay today, Saint George, but we don’t have condoms, and the closest store is about thirty minutes away.” Fuck, I was hard again and ready to sink into his heat, to claim him as mine.
His smile had my heart skittering to a stop. “I am far from a saint, in fact, quite the opposite, but I do have condoms in my bag…bloody hell!”
“What?”
“In my car,” he groused and fell back on the bed dramatically.
I tried not to laugh when I said, “Can’t you wave a magic wand or mutter a spell, and they’ll appear in your hand? It’s the way it happens in books and movies.”
He narrowed his eyes. “This isn’t a book or movie.”
“Then, hop to it.” When he didn’t move, I leaned forward, licking the precum off of the tip of his cock. He moaned, and then I fell backward and stroked myself. “Fuck.” I threw my head back, the muscles and veins in my neck standing out.
“I’ll be right back,” Lorde grumbled as he got up, the bed shifting with his movements. I lifted my head and watched him go, his taut ass shaking. I fully intended to bite it when he got back.
Now that we’d both committed to this, we didn’t want to stop, and that meant getting the condoms from the car.
Damn, being with him was nothing like anyone I’d been with in the past. It was so much more…
like flying. It was a rush to feel the wind in my face, to soar high in the sky, free from anything and everything.
Nothing could hold me down as a swan. Maybe, it wasn’t as bad as I’d thought. It brought me Lorde.
“Bloody freezing out there. I think I froze my bloody ball sack off!” he yelled when I heard the door slam.
His curses got more colorful the closer to the bedroom he got.
When he appeared, he threw me a box. I mistakenly thought he was going to pick up where we’d hit pause, but he didn’t.
He pushed me toward the end of the bed and dove between the covers.
“My knob is going to break off,” he announced.
I laughed. “Knob? I got a good look at that thing, and it’s a lot bigger than a knob.”
He glared, and I laughed harder. “Wanker. I think my knob went and hid in my body.”
Frowning, I really looked at him and could only see a set of eyes peering at me over the blanket. He hadn’t removed any clothes when he came in the room, and between the time the door closed to when he appeared, only a few seconds had passed. “Did you go out there without any clothes on?”
“I’m only parked out front. It’s a few meters at most.”
My jaw dropped open. It was supposed to get into the twenties tonight.
When I’d gotten out of the pond and shifted, I had to fight off the chill.
I tended to be warmer than most because of the swan, remaining even warmer for a few minutes after a shift.
That said, even I wouldn’t have been so stupid as to go out there without a stitch of clothing on. “Regret it now?”
The blanket dropped a little more, showing me his smile. “No. Come and warm me up with your body heat. They say body heat is the best way to stave off a chill.”
Snorting, I crawled toward him. “Who is they?”
“Scientists, smart people…who the bloody hell knows or cares.” He grabbed me when I was close enough and rolled on top of me, pressing his cold lips to mine. Thankfully, the blanket protected me from his freezing body.
A shiver ran through him, and I pushed him away. “Get under the covers.” I tossed the box on the opposite side of the bed and grabbed the lube out of the drawer, putting it with Lorde’s contribution.
“Only if you come, too.”
“I wouldn’t wish to be anywhere else.” It was the truth. Regardless of what brought us together or the whys of it, I didn’t want anyone except him. I didn’t want to be anywhere except by his side. Then again, when our bodies were pressed together again, me on top of him, I grimaced. “Shit!”
“I told you I was freezing. Come and warm me up.” His hand grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him. Our lips met, and the fire ignited once again. He was still cold, but I couldn’t get enough of him and found myself rubbing my body against his—to generate heat, of course.
We were both warming up quickly. His hands roamed down my back to cup my ass, jerking my body closer to grind our dicks together, precum slicking us up.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as I thrust against him.
I needed to be closer. It was becoming a moral imperative, and this time, I didn’t want to come from frotting or a jerk session.
Dragging my lips away from him, I grabbed the lube and grinned at him. “Spread your legs and lie still.”
His smile made him appear younger, and I noticed the prominent lines he’d had on his forehead while at the pond were gone, adding to his youthful appearance. If I thought about it, those lines had been there since I’d met him, and now I understood why, or I thought I did.
“I love you,” I confessed, my eyes growing. I scrambled back in shock, my heart thundering. That had been the last thing I’d meant to admit or blurt out loud.
Lorde followed me, cupping my face with his strong hands.
They weren’t calloused like some. I could tell he didn’t work with his hands in the traditional sense, but they still held a strength not everyone had.
“I love you, too.” He kissed me again, banishing, temporarily, my worries and doubts.
Yes, he had confessed earlier, but I hadn’t been ready.
Maybe, I had been more ready than I believed.
He fell back on the bed a few minutes later with an expression of utter contentment on his face.
His hands slid behind his knees, and he lifted them, spreading himself wide for me, his puckered hole staring back at me.
Fuck, I desired this man with a fierceness that surprised me.
I never knew I could ever crave someone the way I did him.
I didn’t think I could go slow, but I needed to for him, for me, for us.