Page 36 of Royally Drawn (Resplendent Royals #3)

Into the Woods

KEIR

I knew there was a place on a tiny little slice of heaven in Oslofjord we could escape to. I’d thought about it all morning and decided to say fuck it. I told Isak my plans in hopes he and Cici did not have the same thing in mind. Thankfully, he didn’t know what I was talking about, and no one else who knew the place had a chance of getting laid on this day.

So, after we landed on the little island, I took Ingrid for a hike in search of a little hideaway. She trusted me. I didn’t know if we’d do much of anything in the little time we had to escape, but I figured we could at least catch up without the madness of Royal Wedding Fever swirling around us like a cyclone.

“Where are we going?” Ingrid asked, following me into the grove of trees near the shore.

“There is a hytta out here—a tiny cabin—and it’s all ours if I can get to it,” I explained.

A hytta was a small, primitive cabin that often lacked simple amenities beyond an outhouse and wood stove.

“How do you know that?”

“We often sailed here with Dad and Peder when we were babies. Then, as teens, we’d come out here on our own. Mormor owned it. It’s very barebones, but it’s there. We’d sometimes stay the night telling ghost stories. It’s been in the family for a few generations.”

“Cute,” Ingrid said, still sounding slightly concerned.

I held her hand as we marched another five minutes up a hill to a clearing where the sun peeked through. The little wooden house with bright red shutters was a welcome sight.

“It is adorable. How do we get in? Do you have a key?”

“One sec.”

I rounded the far side of the house, digging under a set of stones the twins had painted when they were toddlers, and pulled out the key.

“Look at you. You trust people this much out here?”

“Meh. There’s nothing to steal,” I said. “It’s not a big deal. And you know Norwegians mind their own business. If they broke in, they’d leave it better than they found it.”

She snickered. I jiggled the door handle and pushed into it. The humidity sometimes made it stick, but it popped open. We entered the tiny living room with one couch and an old chair. The place had no electricity or gas—just a stone hearth and a portable stove you could toss out back. There was a toilet, but that was it.

“It’s sparse,” I said. “But it’s private, and I don’t know how much I will see of you.”

“It’s sweet,” Ingrid said.

I pulled her in, kissing her irresistible lips like it had been ages. Every time I kissed her, I needed more of her. She was utterly addictive. Ingrid wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning her hips into mine. She bit my lip playfully. Kissing too deeply did draw some pain, but it was well worth it for the pleasure she’d give. She’d scream my name, and it would fade into the ether.

“You’re going to fuck me here—while everyone is just down the hill?” Ingrid asked.

“If you want to—only if you do, baby.”

“I could be bad and do it. Why not? We’re in the middle of nowhere, right?”

“No one is coming to get us. We can’t stay too long, though.”

“Well, then, why are you wasting time talking? ”

I picked her up and carried her to the couch. I tugged on her leggings, desperate to have her. But there was a problem.

“Bugger! I don’t have a condom,” I said. “Fuck!”

“That’s okay,” Ingrid said. “I have a better idea.”

“Yes?”

Ingrid sat up. “For the multitude of orgasms you gave me last weekend, I’d like to repay some of it with interest.”

“Oh?” I was intrigued.

She climbed off the couch, descending onto her knees, now staring at me. This was an unexpected treat. I hoped she was about to do what I anticipated she was hinting at.

“Can I?” Ingrid asked, playing with my belt buckle.

“Uh… be my guest,” I said.

She unbuckled my trousers and unzipped them. The angle wasn’t good, so I decided to stand.

“It will be easier like this. Trust me,” I said.

“Okay.”

Ingrid wasn’t bothered by that. She freed my hard and ready cock from my boxers, taking it oh-so-gently in her hand. She kissed the tip before running her fingers over the head. She played with the precum a moment, rolling her fingers through it as if amused, before again gently pumping her fingers up and down the shaft. I wanted to tell her to be rougher. Instead, I took her hand and showed her what I wanted.

She pumped the shaft as directed before licking up and down the underside of my cock. Then, with my full attention, she slipped the head inside her pretty little lips, swirling her tongue and slowly taking all of me in. I grabbed her ponytail for stability as she slowly bobbed up and down. I gave into the delicious feeling of her tongue and full lips on my cock.

Ingrid pulled back, hand pumping and lubricated by her spit and my precum.

“Good? Am I doing well?”

“You’re fabulous,” I said, overwhelmed by her looking so obedient.

She licked the tip of my cock, still looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I moaned, unable to control myself and stay quiet. Slowly, I brushed her cheek .

“You’re a good girl, Ingrid. Do you like that?”

“It’s so good,” Ingrid said. “Having you like this. You taste so good. I want to take you in as much as I can and swallow everything you give me.”

She was devilishly good at dirty talk.

“Good girl. You want to take my load?”

She nodded, sliding my cock back into her mouth. She kept one hand at the base of the shaft, pumping synced in rhythm with her mouth. It was like heaven. The sound of her lips slipping sloppily up and down my shaft delighted me. I reached down and played with her nipple through her think tank top. She moaned, my cock still in her mouth. I did it again, and she moaned louder. This time, the vibrations flooded the delicate, swollen head of my cock.

“What? Are you gonna cum?” I asked her, voice breathy as she pulled me closer and closer to inevitability.

Then, she did something that sent me over the edge. She brought her right hand from where it rested on my bare thigh over to my balls. She cupped them gently. On its own, that was almost enough to send me over the edge. When she traced her finger up and down them, torturing me, I flew into overdrive. I pulled her ponytail harder and held her head down while I came deep into her mouth. Pulsing with her full lips tight around me overwhelmed me.

Ingrid pulled back, wiping her lips clean and stared up at me.

I pulled on her chin. “You are so good, Ingrid. You’re a very well-behaved girl.”

“Well, would it be naughty if I asked you to get me off?”

“Not at all,” I replied. “I think it’s only fair.”

She could have asked me to climb a mountain right now, and I would have. It had been a while since I’d gotten head that good and years since I’d gotten that level of satisfaction from any sex act. Things with Ingrid only got better and better with time. But now, all I wanted to do was bring her to the same beautiful place she’d left me moments before.