Euronymous

Chapter Thirty Four

T/W - sexual themes, swearing

Øystein wiped the palms of his hands on his jeans anxiously as he sat across from both of our Dads. I bit the inside of my cheek and glanced between them. They were oblivious to the tension Øystein and I were feeling. I'd told him if I was going to move in with him, we would have to tell my Dad together. Typically, when I suggested Øystein come over for dinner again, my Dad had already been invited to the Aarseth's house for dinner the same night.
Mr. Aarseth and my Dad were chatting about cars - no surprise there. I looked at Øystein and he chuckled.
"Who knew this would be so nerve wrecking?"
I smiled and squeezed his sweaty hand lightly.
"It'll be fine. You know they will be happy for us." I reassured him, trying to also remind myself.

Øystein's mother joined us and we all sat in the living room.
"What's new with you two?" She asked expectantly, smiling at us warmly.
I turned to Øystein and he shuffled slightly.
"I uh, asked Elsie to move in with me." He admitted sheepishly. Immediately, both our fathers tuned into the conversation as his mother smiled.
"That is wonderful! Although, I do feel sorry for you, Elsie. Are you sure you know what you're signing up for?" She laughed lightly and Øystein rolled his eyes.
"Sadly, yes. He's lucky he's very sweet to make up for it." I giggled.
"Well, that's..." my Dad started but trailed off and I swear I saw sadness flash across his face. I instantly felt a pang of guilt in my stomach.
"Great news." He finished - but I could tell he was processing what he had just heard. Mr. Aarseth patted his shoulder in excitement and comfort.
"It's not easy letting a little bird fly the nest. But Øystein will take care of her." He eyed his son who nodded.
"Absolutely." He reached over and gave my hand a squeeze with a smile - clearly relieved that the worst part was over.
I glanced at my Dad and smiled. He returned one, seeming to relax a little. The oven bell rang and Mrs. Aarseth jumped up to get it. We all stood to make our way to the dining room but I hung back with my Dad. He pulled me in for a one armed hug and kissed my head.
"I'm happy for you. You know you can always come home though." He sipped his beer and I smiled.

I hurled the duffle bag of clothing over my shoulder and Øystein laughed, immediately taking the heavy bag from my grip and heading inside the apartment building. We got upstairs and he tossed the bag aside as if it weighed nothing.
He had cleared out a couple of drawers for my clothes and honestly, I didn't have a ton of stuff other than clothes and make up to bring with me beside my record collection.
I stripped completely, collapsing on the bed and sighed. As enjoyable as it was, it had been a long night.
"Are you tired?" Øystein asked, climbing on top of me and tilting my head to the side. He leaned down and began attacking my neck with small kisses.
"I'm wide awake." I hummed sleepily and he chuckled against my skin, sending chills down my neck and spine.
I let his hand glide up my thigh as his teeth grazed my neck. His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass and I groaned as he pulled away and stroked my face. Our eyes met and I could see nothing but lust in his as his hand found my throat. He gently squeezed as I moaned and he pried my legs apart. He leaned in and pecked my lips.
"You look so pretty with my hand around your throat." I whimpered at the praise as his fingers rubbed small circles on my clit. I knew he enjoyed feeling me get wetter, because he grinned as he slid a single finger inside my pussy, teasing me. He slid his finger out of me and brought it to his lips, sucking the wet juices from his finger before he positioned his head between my thighs, kneeling on the floor beside the bed. He began kissing the inside of my thighs lightly, pressing harder and gently tracing his tongue over my skin as he got closer to my pussy. His eyes met my gaze as he stuck out his tongue and began lapping at my wet core. I shuddered in delight when his nose rubbed my clit as he ate, tongue swirling and flicking like he had done this a thousand times.
I arched my back as he began fucking me with his tongue, gripping my hips and holding me against his mouth. I could bear to sit still, and I gripped his hair, grinding my pussy on his perfect face as I chased my own pleasure. Suddenly, he pulled away and sat so his head was resting on the bed.
"Ride me." He instructed. I got on my knees and lowered my sensitive cunt to his face. He pulled me down onto him and for a moment I worried he wouldn't be able to breathe. He moaned into my pussy as I grinded against his mouth and nose.
"Mmhmm, right there..." I gasped as his tongue fucked my hole and his hands groped my ass. He shook his head and I yelped at the sensation.
"Øystein... I'm close." I cried out, silently begging him not to stop. He moaned and continued assaulting my pussy with his expert technique. I cried out as my pussy convulsed and pulsated through an intense orgasm. My juices drenched his gorgeous face and he lapped at my sensitive clit, relishing in the taste.

I fell forward on the bed and he stood up. Before I could even turn around, the tip of his hard cock was rubbed against my pussy.
"You taste so fucking good." He grunted, shoving his full length inside of me and holding himself there. I groaned, throwing my head back, allowing him to wrap his fist around a handful on my hair and tug as he began to thrust deeper inside of me.
"Good whores get to cum again." He reminded me and I whimpered as his free hand came down hard, smacking my ass.
"Y-yes, sir." He spanked me again, and again until I was squirming away from his touch.
"What's the matter, Princess? Can't handle it?" He taunted, releasing his grip on my hair and both hands spread my ass apart. He moaned, watching himself slide in and out of my pussy slowly as I whimpered.
"S-slower..." I begged, barely able to think of a single word.
"Okay, baby..." his voice was low and I relished in the two or three gentle and slow thrusts he gave before he began fucking me relentlessly. I was practically screaming as he held my arm behind my back and pummelled my wet cunt. He reached over and shoved two fingers in my mouth from behind and I gagged as he forced them as deep into my throat as he could get.
I groaned, feeling another orgasm building up quickly.
"I've got a big load for your tight little cunt. You want it?" He asked, his thrusts becoming hastier and sloppier. I moaned eagerly, begging for him to fill me with his cum.
His fingers left my mouth and gripped my shoulder as he pounded me from behind with intensity. Suddenly, he let out a shaky moan and whimpered as I felt him shoot a hot load of his seed inside of me. Gasping for air, we both collapsed against the bed, exhausted and dazed.
I'd almost passed out when I felt his thumb stroking my cheek gently. I opened my eyes and he was staring at me - this time, with love and adoration.
"Welcome home, Peach." He muttered sleepily, making me smile.
"I love you." I whispered.