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Story: Beak Performance

I hummed, gripping his chin and bringing his lips back on mine.

“Best dream ever.”

“Want to come back to my place for a bit?” Arne blurted out.

I let my guard down for a moment so he would see the shadows swirling in my eyes.

“You sure?”

“Oh yeah, Raven. Never been more certain of anything in my life.”

Fifteen

Arne

This time I braced myself for the uncomfortable moments of travelling the shadow realm. I suppose time passed differently there. I blinked and was on the orchardside of the high fence; I blinked again and found myself back outside of the orchard.

Breaking rules wasn’t my style—not even on the ice. I loved to break them for my gorgeous raven. The feeling of his shadowy limb stroking me was addictive.

That twenty-minute walk felt like forever, but we finally got to my car. Walking with a hard-on that wouldn’t budge because my raven said he wanted to blow me wasn’t fun.

I wanted to be back behind that tree, brave enough to get head from my teammate. My dick loved the idea.

What if he changes his mind by the time we get to my place?

I’d understand, of course. Always. Max’s safety and wellbeing were my top concern.

Yet cheating myself out of a blowjob when I’d been dreaming about this for weeks didn’t sound like a good time.

“Still want to come back to my place?” I asked when we’d settled into the seats.

Max’s hand sneaked over the middle console and gripped my thigh.Way too high up.

A fresh surge of blood rushed into my cock when he held my eyes and squeezed my bulge next.

“Oh yeah.” With one last kneading stroke, he let go and busied himself with the sound system.

I had no idea how I got us back to Veitsreuth and my parking spot, or how we made it up to my apartment. I let us in the door, and we took our coats and boots off. When I turned, Max was all up in my space. He gripped my chin and brought his mouth close. Only a tiny peck landed on my lips.

“Take me to your bedroom.”

I led him into the bright, airy space.My beautiful Raven.It looked like I had invited a piece of the night into my life.

I returned to his side once I’d closed the curtains.

“Your trousers are dirty. Better take them off before you lie down.”

I checked and sure enough, mud splattered my trouser legs.

“Yes.” I hurried to obey, feeling only a little awkward to strip for him.

You should be used to this! You do that almost every day.

But being in a dressing room full of other guys felt different. His eyes took me in hungrily, roaming my body from head to toe. With a little emphasis on my hard dick.

“God, Viking. I’ve seen you a hundred times, but it never gets old.” Max gave me a bashful grin. “Lie on the bed for me.”

It was the encouragement I needed.