Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
MALIK
Everything is fast and frenzied. Clothes hit the floor next to Kobe’s front door and continue to be flung until we’re naked and stumbling toward his bed. My heart pounds in my chest, my dick achingly hard, and he hasn’t touched anything beyond my face and neck. His hands cradle me like I’m something precious, but his lips? His lips have barely left mine—even as we trip and scramble to get here.
We crash against the edge of his bed, the kiss breaking with a gasp as I steady myself against his shoulders. The sight of him takes my breath away. Kobe, completely naked in front of me. His inked skin glows under the soft light filtering from the bedside lamp, the intricate patterns on his chest and arms shifting as he breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling with the same urgency I feel.
I’ve caught glimpses of his tattoos before, but now? Now I can take it all in. And I want to. I want to map every curve of his muscles, every line of ink, with my tongue. Want to find out if the swirling lines will lead a perfect pathway to his cock. There’s only one way to know.
I push him gently back. His breath hitches, and there’s a frustrated sound at the back of his throat. “Malik,” he growls, his voice low, desperate.
“Patience,” I murmur, brushing my lips against his jaw before letting them trail lower. His head tilts, giving me access, and I take full advantage, my lips finding the first line of ink on his neck. I kiss it softly at first, but as his skin trembles under my touch, I can’t resist teasing him. I nip the tender flesh, earning me a sharp gasp that makes my dick twitch in response.
I smile against his skin, moving lower, my tongue tracing the swirling patterns that wrap around his collarbone. Kobe, the hottest, most beautiful man I’ve ever seen—who’s as kind as he is smart and considerate—trembles under my mouth. He clutches at my shoulders, his fingers tightening as I move lower, mapping his chest with my mouth.
When I reach his nipples, I pause, taking one of the barbells into my mouth. I flick it with my tongue before worrying it lightly between my teeth. His groan is feral, his grip on my hair tightening as he pulls me closer.
“Fuck, Malik,” he pants, his voice strained, his hips jerking forward.
I grin, my lips brushing against his skin as I whisper, “You like that?”
His response is another sharp tug on my hair and a guttural moan that shoots straight to my cock. But I’m not done yet. I pull out of his hold, letting my tongue trace a tattoo just under his ribs. It’s an intricate design, a mix of geometric shapes and bold, dark shading that draws my attention to the cut of his abs.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, my breath ghosting over the ink before I follow the path lower, my tongue darting out to tease along the lines that lead to his navel. I drop to my knees, my mouth hovering just above his skin as my hands steady him by his hips.
Kobe’s breath hitches, and I look up to find his gaze locked on mine. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his lips parted, and his whole body trembles as he waits, his anticipation palpable.
“Been dying to taste you,” I whisper, and with a low groan, he drops his head back.
I finally take him into my mouth, and fuck, he’s perfect. Heavy, thick, and hot against my tongue, he tastes clean and salty, and I can’t get enough. I groan around him, the vibrations earning me a sharp tug on my hair.
Kobe’s control starts to slip, his hips rocking forward as I take him deeper, my tongue swirling around the head before I slide back down his length. I set a steady rhythm, hollowing my cheeks as I bob up and down, savoring every inch of him.
His sounds drive me wild. Breathless gasps. Low groans. My name falling from his lips like a prayer.
His grip on my hair tightens, and his thrusts become erratic. I know he’s close. I hum in encouragement, letting him take what he needs, and with a strangled cry, he unravels. His release hits the back of my throat, warm and salty, and I swallow every drop, pulling back slowly to savor him.
I expect him to collapse, to need a minute to recover, but Kobe surprises me. He hauls me off my knees with impressive strength, pulling me up to crash our mouths together. He kisses me with a desperation that steals my breath, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he groans, tasting himself on my lips.
“Fuck, Malik,” he whispers against my lips, his hands roaming over my back before sliding down to grip my ass.
I chuckle breathlessly, but the sound turns into a moan as he maneuvers me onto the bed, his body pinning mine. His hands are everywhere, his lips relentless as they trail down my neck and chest.
When he reaches my cock, hard and aching between us, he wraps his hand around the base, his eyes meeting mine as he licks his lips. “My turn.”
I shiver under his touch, my head falling back against the pillows as his mouth envelops me. Intense heat wraps around my cock. “Fucckkk!” I yell, close to bucking off the bed. Only his strong forearm on my stomach stops me. “Not gonna….” He takes me deep, and my eyes roll back, my cum bursting out of me in fast pulses.
They don’t stop, seeming to last forever as Kobe sucks me more gently, tugging every ounce of cum from my oversensitive dick.
Three sucks. Three goddamn fucking sucks, and I came so hard, I’m not sure my brain cells will ever function again. Or my dick.
Shit. Heat floods my chest, and I press my forearm over my closed eyes, breaths ragged. Kobe eases off me and presses a soft kiss to the crown of my cock. As a shudder racks through me, humiliation bites at my ankles and starts to weave its unwelcome?—
“Fuck, you taste incredible.” Kobe’s weight appears on top of me. I shift my arm quickly, careful not to smack him in the face. I open my eyes as Kobe settles fully on top of me. Peering back at me is Kobe with a killer smile. Satisfaction is easy to read in his expression as he dots a kiss to my lips and angles up so we can see each other clearly.
His gaze drinks me in, his smile dimming. “You okay?” Concern dips his voice low.
I huff out a breath, the humiliation trying to take root in my chest easing a little from his blissed-out state and his worry. I part my lips to speak. The fuck should I say? The man has been the star of my fantasies for years, and sure, it’s fast, how rapidly my heart beats for him—but I like him a whole fucking lot.
When I don’t answer, Kobe’s muscles bunch, his body shifting, as though making to move.
My body reacts before my brain can process, and I wrap my limbs around him, stopping him from moving. Kobe stills, a question filling his features, eyebrow arching high.
Ignoring my burning cheeks, I admit, “You had my cock in your mouth for what, five seconds, and I blew like?—”
“—like you’re the hottest fucking man I’ve ever swallowed.” While a large grin is shot my way, there’s a softening in his eyes. Understanding. “Yeah… and whenever you’re ready to go again, I’ll happily keep drinking you dry.”
Sweet Jesus. Words escape me. Not a surprise since my cock chubs and my mind goes fuzzy. There’s only one thing for it. I haul him back to my chest and press my lips to his, kissing him tenderly until he groans. Then, all bets are off.
We’re all tongue and teeth as we rut against each other. Our dicks slide, both so damn hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if my dick was purple and bruised by tomorrow.
But it’ll be so worth it.
“Fuck. Let me get lube,” Kobe manages with short, raspy pants, pulling away not even an inch.
Urgh. I know he’s right, and being slicked up will feel so incredible…. “Only if you can reach without getting off me.” I can just about focus on his handsome face, my lust-addled brain finding it a real struggle.
Kobe’s lips quirk. “I think I can manage that.”
“Thank Christ,” I mumble, groaning slightly when he angles away to reach for the bedside drawer. I use the opportunity to latch onto his nipple. I lick and lave the flat of my tongue over it, enjoying his heady grunt and the tightening of his muscles. What I don’t do is loosen my legs that grip him tightly.
“Malik, nngh ….” His face once again appears above me. Wide-eyed and looking almost crazed, Kobe launches himself at me. He captures my lips, driving his tongue into my mouth, and proceeds to make me forget how to do anything but be here with him. In this moment.
Beyond his scent, the tastes of our combined cum, and the soft snick of Kobe opening the lube, nothing else exists. That is until his palm slicks over my rigid length.
“Holy… fuck yes.” The words tear out of me.
Shifting slightly, Kobe positions his dick against mine, his hand slippery and silky as he grips our cocks.
I can’t look away. Don’t want to.
The sounds of our heavy pants, the wet squelches and slaps—the combination threatens to unravel me. Again. He’s just so incredibly hot. His grip perfect.
I can’t hold…. “Fuck, Kobe, I’m gonna fucking come….” I dart my eyes up, capturing his gaze. Big mistake. Fucking huge.
The intensity staring back at me has found new highs.
The world narrows to Kobe’s face. His half-lidded eyes are molten, every ounce of his focus trained on me like I’m the only thing in his universe. My chest tightens, my stomach flips, and my cock twitches violently in his firm, slick grip.
“Then come for me, Malik,” he rasps, his voice a gravelly promise that slides through me like scorching heat. His hand speeds up, and I can’t decide what’s more overwhelming: the friction, the wet glide of our lengths sliding together, or the primal sound of our combined moans filling the room.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders, desperate for an anchor as my body coils tighter, my release inevitable. My thighs tremble, my breaths shorten, and a deep, guttural groan tears from my throat as I finally lose myself. My orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave, leaving me wrecked and weightless, spilling hot and thick between us. The world whites out for a heartbeat, then another, before I float back to the present on shaky exhales.
Kobe doesn’t stop. His grip stays steady, guiding his own release as he thrusts against me. “So fucking perfect,” he mutters, his voice breaking into a growl as his head tips back. His entire body stiffens, a shudder rocking through him as he follows me over the edge.
The sound he makes—half a groan, half a roar—sends aftershocks through me, and I watch, transfixed, as his cock pulses against mine, hot ribbons painting both of our stomachs. My name spills from his lips like honey, sweet and unhurried, and something inside me clenches hard, my heart twisting in my chest.
We’re both heaving, trying to catch our breath, our bodies spent and sticky, but neither of us care one bit. Kobe collapses onto me, his weight grounding and welcome as I thread my fingers into his damp hair.
He presses his face into the crook of my neck, and his lips find my skin in a languid, unhurried kiss. “You’re fucking unreal,” he murmurs, his voice soft but laced with awe.
I laugh, breathless and a little delirious. “I’m unreal? Have you seen yourself?”
His answering chuckle is low and warm, his body rumbling against mine. He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes softer now but still blazing with an intensity that makes my pulse race. “I wasn’t kidding before,” he says, his thumb tracing lazy patterns on my side. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll gladly drink you dry again.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks, but I can’t fight the grin that splits my face. “Give me five minutes, and I might take you up on that.”
Kobe smirks, brushing his lips over mine in a teasing kiss. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
For now, though, we stay exactly as we are, tangled up in each other, our heartbeats gradually syncing. The outside world can wait.