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Story: Beak Performance

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.

Twenty-one

Arne

Max spent more and more evenings at my place. It was easier to keep my cool at the rink because I got all of him when we arrived home.

Before Max, I’d been okay with being abstinent for months between hookups. With him around, I was a desperate mess.

We both loved it when I was on top. It made me train like a berserk in the gym, improving my stamina and strength even more. If Jerke knew why I suddenly skated better than before, he’d probably have a minor breakdown.

“Want to hang out at my place?” I asked him as we left the rink. “I have a new game I want to try. How about it? We couldorder something?” Hopefully none of the others heard it and wanted in on the fun.

There’s no way they’re playing that kind of game with us.

“Sounds good, Viking. Can I just tag along now? I don’t want to go halfway across town twice if I don’t have to.”