Euronymous

Chapter Thirty One

T/W - sexual themes, drug/alcohol, mature themes

The ride was quiet, but he let me lean on him. The cab pulled over and he paid before he climbed out. I stumbled after him and he closed the door behind me. We weren't at Helvete - we were outside of an apartment building. He saw my confusion and took my hand gently.
"I got the keys this afternoon - I was gonna surprise you." He squeezed my hand and I followed him to the elevator. It was dingy and small. The light was obnoxiously bright, but I imagined that was due to my current state.
I heard the keys jingle as he pushed open his door. The apartment was practically empty beside a couple bags - but the bed was somewhat made. It was cosy with warm lighting, and I looked around. Øystein appeared beside me with a bottle of water. I hadn't realised he had even left the room. He guided me over to the bed and sat me down, handing me the water.
We took turns sipping at it quietly.
"Why were you with him?" His voice was a little shaky - like he was nervous to ask. I shrugged a little.
"Alcohol wasn't cutting it. I knew he'd have weed. He apologised to me. I told him I still hated him." He chuckled slightly.
"Do you want a shower?" He offered suddenly. I looked at him.
"Do I smell?" He laughed, a little harder this time and I smiled.
"I didn't mean it like that. I just thought it would be nice after a long night." His thoughtfulness always caught me by surprise. I nodded, wrapping my arms around me. "Thanks."

He disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the water running. I bit the inside of my cheek as I stood in the doorway, watching him check the water's temperature with his hand.
"There's just one towel," he muttered, turning around as I removed my jacket. I lifted my shirt over my head, revealing the black laced bra I'd picked out especially for him. His eyes watched me carefully as I slipped out of my leather skirt and stepped out of my boots.
I approached him as he stared, lips apart.
"We could share it." I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside before sliding his jacket off his shoulders. It hit the floor and he helped me remove his shirt. I watched his face as he removed his bullet belt and pants.
Taking his hand, we stepped into the shower tub together and he pulled the curtain across, casting a shadow over us. The water was warm and I let it cascade over my hair, eyes closed as I tilted my head back. I felt his hands resting softly on my hips as his lips pressed just as softly along my collar bone. I rested my hands on his bare shoulders. He trailed kisses up my neck, along my jaw to my lips where they only grazed slightly.
Water ran over our heads and I pulled away reluctantly, needing to wipe my eyes. Giggling and blind from the watery makeup in my eyes, it made him chuckle and he handed me the towel. I pressed it lightly to my eyes, wiping them before looking at him.
"Is the makeup gone?" He smirked, gently rubbing his thumbs over spots on my cheeks and under my eyes.
"There, perfect." I wiped a smudge of my mascara off his face and he held my hand there for a moment, gazing at me with a small smile resting on his lips.

I climbed into Øystein's new bed wearing one of his T-shirts and I realised the mattress was different - comfier than the one at Helvete had been. He turned the heater on before he followed me, wearing just a pair of boxers.
The room was dimly lit from the kitchen light as we laid beside each other. I could just make out his features, tracing them lightly with my finger tip as he smiled.
"You are so fucking perfect." He whispered in awe. I smiled, sure he could see the flush of red on my cheeks.
"I bet you tell all your groupies that." I joked and he smirked.
"Only the cute redheads that put up with my shit." I bit the inside of my lip as his hands pulled my body closer.
His eyes were soft, mesmerising, and I felt myself drowning in them as his thumb lightly traced my lips. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. I could feel a different kind of warmth in my chest as I realised how desperately I wanted to tell him I loved him. It was like the words were on the tip of my tongue, but I was terrified of breaking the silence of the perfect moment between us.
As if he sensed the slight shift in my energy, he leaned in.
The kiss was soft, but the pressure of his mouth on mine was intense, burning as if his lips were fire, spreading flames across my skin. I melted into him, oblivious that my hands had wandered up his chest and neck to his hair until I was pressing him closer to me. I didn't want to breathe unless it was inhaling him.
His hands roamed my back, spreading the fire further. He laid, guiding my body on top of his without breaking our kiss. My lungs craved air, but I couldn't seem to tear away from his lips long enough to take a proper breath. Finally and reluctantly, we broke apart, breathing heavily as my long hair hung over my face. I placed my hands on his chest, pushing on him slightly as I sat back, slowly grinding my hips.
His cock was hard under me - the thin fabric of our underwear causing sensitive friction against my clit as I felt wetness begin to dampen my panties. He lifted his shirt above my head, exposing me as the cool air sent shivers across my skin. His hands touched my stomach and chest tenderly, caressing me softly as a small moan escaped my lips, appreciative of the warmth's his hands offered. He sat up suddenly, hooking his arm around my waist as he laid me on my back. He towered over me, hair hanging over his face as he removed my panties. He moved, his lips grazing down my neck and chest, electricity shooting through me every time he planted a kiss on my skin. His tongue swirled over my nipple slowly, his fingers massaging the other one before his teeth gently nipped at me, making me gasp. He looked up at me as he suckled, a sensual hunger in his wide blue eyes as I whimpered. He enjoyed himself as I stroked him over boxers, moaning lightly against my breast in his mouth as soon as I ventured beneath them and touched him. Carefully, I slid his boxers off and he pulled away, stroking himself in place of my hand. I ached for him inside of me, to feel his skin on mine. I just needed him close.

I must've been begging him with my eyes, because he leant down and pushed my knees back gently, exposing my wet cunt to him completely.
"I want to taste you first." His husky voice was soft and sultry. Pushing his hair back and licking his lips, he positioned himself at my core. I felt his warm breath before I felt his lips, gently teasing my clit as his tongue danced and swirled around my pussy. He met my gaze and held it as his fingers dug into the flesh of my soft thighs firmly. I couldn't contain the moans when his tongue lapped at me and he pushed a finger inside, curling it at just the right angle as he pumped slowly. I could feel the familiar heat of climax brewing inside my stomach.
"Øystein... please." It barely came out as a breath, but he understood. I couldn't take the teasing anymore - I had to have all of him. He kissed up along my stomach until he reached my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips, mixed with the taste of his smokes from earlier - it was strangely intoxicating.
He rubbed the tip of his cock against me, coating himself in the wet juices that he'd created before he pushed himself entirely inside. His moan was shaky and I whimpered in relief as he began to move. He eased himself in and out slowly, relishing in the way my pussy massaged his cock. I held his gaze as his eyes bored into mine, our breathing perfectly out of time. I didn't even have time to warn him as an intense wave of ecstasy washed over me. I felt him shudder and moan as he felt my cunt convulse around him, throbbing as I came.
It was like I blacked out - my vision was spotty and I was out of breath as peacefulness enveloped me after the release of so much tension. He smiled at me softly, leaning down and meeting my lips with his. I moaned at the sensitiveness of my cunt as he kept moving, pumping in and out at a relaxed but steady pace.
"Good, baby?" He murmured against my ear and I felt the spark reignite inside of me.
"Mhmm," I pushed on his chest lightly and he obliged, lying back and pulling me on top of him. "Let me taste you now." I whispered in his ear and planted a soft kiss just below it, grazing my tongue against his skin slightly. He inhaled sharply as I let my tongue leave a wet trail down his toned body. His cock looked so tasty, covered in my juices, his precum glistening at the tip. He watched as I took him in both hands, gliding my hands along his length as I licked and swirled my tongue around the tip, enjoying the salty taste. He groaned and I watched him clench the bed sheets as I bobbed my head, taking more of him down my throat each time. I enjoyed watching him squirm, bucking his hips just slightly as his fingers wrapped in my hair. I worked him over, taking as much of him as I could, licking every inch.
"S-stop," he begged. "I want you." He whimpered sweetly, making me blush. I hovered over him, guiding him inside of me gently. His hands rested on my waist as I rode him slowly, relishing in the feeling of having him inside me again. His face was serious, but his eyes were soft as we stared at each other. He lit my soul on fire and I felt helpless under his spell.
One of his hands travelled up my body to my face, where his thumb grazed my cheek gently. I'd never felt so adored or worshipped. He licked his lips as his thumb traced over mine. I bit this thumb lightly, continuing to grind my hips as I took his cock as deep as I could take it. I saw his eyes begin the flutter and I could tell he grew closer to climaxing. I leant down, kissing him intensely as his hand tangled in my hair, the other now actively showing my hips the pace he wanted me to ride him. I moaned into his mouth gently, feeling myself getting close again.
"F-fuck," He murmured against my lips, slamming my hips down and letting me sit on his cock. I tried to move my hips but he held me still as we both whimpered helplessly. I felt his cock pulsing inside of me, filling me with cum. The feeling sent me over the edge and felt my pussy clench around him, making him shudder. I collapsed into him, feeling the juices drip out of me, down his cock.

We laid silently, his arms cradling me as I buried my face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Our breathing eventually slowed and I felt his thumb tracing small circles on my arm. It was that moment I realised just how crazy about him I was. I never wanted to be without him. A sudden fear arose at the thought of losing him. Would he reject me if I told him how I felt? Would he feel the same? I wanted to believe he would - but there was no way of knowing for sure.
"What're you thinking about?" His husky voice was soft as it broke the silence. I sat up just slightly to look down at his face. His beautiful, icy blue eyes would be the last thing I would ever look at, if I could choose.
"I-" my lips trembled as I hesitated. He waited, patiently as I swallowed the small lump in my throat. "Be mine." I almost didn't recognise my own voice, it was barely a whisper.
His eyes widened just slightly as they searched mine. I held my breath, waiting for him to respond - to reject me.
Suddenly, he nodded.
"Y-you'll be mine?" He seemed uncertain, as if he were surprised. I nodded as his hand rested on my cheek and I leant into his palm. "I've always been yours." It was as if relief washed over him, and I let myself breathe again as my stomach swirled with emotion. He pulled my face down, kissing me softly and slowly as if savouring this perfect moment. I pulled away slightly and rested my forehead on his, unable to hide the huge smile on my face, my cheeks warm with colour.
"I love you, Peach."