Page 94 of Prince of the Northwest Forest
I taste the hot salt of his precome and swirl my tongue around the tip of his dick, gripping his ass to pull him even deeper. At some point, I’ll gag, but I oddly love that feeling. Like that’s how I know I’m giving a really good blow job.
Kalle holds on to the carved wooden headboard and starts to thrust into my mouth, careful not to go too hard or too fast. But I want him to go hard. I urge him on by pulling him toward me, and he finally starts to use my mouth for real.
Fuck. Yes.
I can’t talk, but Kalle can, and he’s murmuring how fucking sexy I am, how well I take his cock, what a gorgeous man I am.
I reach down and stroke my own cock a few times, but that takes too much concentration, and right now, his pleasure is what I want most.
Too soon, though, he pulls out. He looks wrecked, his hair disheveled and his cheeks pink. “I was about to come,” he whispers. “I don’t want to yet.”
I don’t have time to respond before he’s kissing his way down my torso to my own cock. He swallows it down, and I arch up off the bed, groaning. “Damnnnn. Oh, fuck yes, that’s right. Do that again.”
Kalle is sucking me off at a brutal pace, one that I wouldn’t think a newbie could manage. I can see why he traded places with me. This is threatening to be over way too quickly.
I push at his shoulders. “Kalle, babe, you’re too good at that. But I want to hold on, too.”
With a soft sound of regret, he lets me slide out of his mouth and moves up to kiss me, our bodies pressed together, our legs entwined. Our cocks rub against each other, and we both moan. We’re both as hard as the tree trunk a few feet away, and he reaches down to stroke my dick.
“Do you have any lube?” I ask.
Kalle shakes his head. “No, but I have some oil we can use. Hang on.”
I admire his ass as he walks into the bathroom. He returns with a stoppered glass bottle and joins me on the bed again.
“It’s almond oil,” he says quietly, uncorking the bottle and pouring a little bit into his hand. “We use it as a lotion and for healing cuts, but I think it should do the trick.” When he wraps his slicked fingers around my cock, I just about buckle in half.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good. All warm and lubed up, with a bite from your calluses.”
“Sorry,” he says, loosening his grip, but I tsk at him.
“I love your hands.” I take a few drops of the oil, too, and we leisurely start jacking each other off. Once the oil is spread evenly over our sensitive skin, we both start moving faster and faster, centering our attention on the underside of the head, mirroring each other. Kissing and kissing.
“I’m going to come,” I grit out, and Kalle says, “Yes, now.”
I tip over into release, and he follows, spurting warm come over my hand. Disregarding the mess we’ve just made, I push him onto his back and kiss him even harder.
Our kisses evolve into long sips as we come down from our respective highs. “Firecats, I needed that,” Kalle whispers.
“Yeah, me, too.”
He reaches over and grabs his shirt and uses it to wipe us off. Then he runs a finger along my bare arm, stopping to trace my hammer tattoo. “You know this is part of my last name, right? Hammarskjöld means hammer shield.”
I grin. “And I have the shield, too.” I point to my heart.
“Is this one finished?” Kalle asks, now touching the shield tattoo.
“Nope. Not yet. I knew I wanted a shield to protect my heart, but when it came time to decide on the details, for some reason, I had a block about it. So I just had the artist ink the outline, and I figured I could come up with something—maybe a pixel design—to put in there later.”
But I’d noticed the coat of arms on the doors to this castle. And now I’m wondering if that would be the perfect thing to ink on myself.
Too soon, Justice. You just officially started calling each other boyfriends. You haven’t solved anything with his parents and their need to marry off their offspring to other realms. Don’t do anything permanent that you’re going to regret.
Part of me wants to anyway. Instead, I say, “I’m going to miss you when you go off with Mats on another quest.”
He wraps big arms around me and holds me to him. “I’d offer to take you along, but I want to keep you safe, and besides, you just got back.”
I shrug. “I know I’ll always be safe with you. But I don’t have the PTO hours I need for another quest. I talked with Layla, and she said I could take a leave of absence if I needed one, since wehave some extra staff right now, but I’m not sure I should take her up on that.”
