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Story: Beak Performance

“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 fuckedhimself 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 onhislips. “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.

Twenty-six

Max

Showered 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 embarrassedsmile. “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.