Chaos at Westbrook High (The Kingston Brothers #3)
Chapter 24
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I can’t sleep.Partly because I can’t stop thinking about Kai, but also because I hate being alone in this apartment.
Derek was gone again by the time I got home from work today. I don’t know where he is or who he’s with. He’s avoiding me. We haven’t spoken a single word to each other since the other night. I don’t like it. I’m worried about him, and I miss him even though I can’t stand being in the same room as him right now.
I miss Valerie. She worked a lot at the coffee shop, but she was always home at night. Always. She never went out on dates, never had any real friends to go out with, never did anything but work her ass off to give me the best life she possibly could.
My heart clenches, and I bury my face into the pillow. It kills me that I’ll never see her again.
My phone goes off on the nightstand, and I reach out to pick it up.
Unknown
Are you awake?
My heart skips a beat. I pretend the strange feeling in my stomach is nausea.
Hailey
No.
Unknown
You’re funny.
Hailey
Why are you texting me so late?
Unknown
I can’t sleep.
Hailey
And that’s my problem?
He doesn’t reply right away, and now I feel like shit. I’m being mean. Probably because I’m still pissed at him for trying to make me jealous. I might have made him think I wasn’t paying attention to him, but I knew what he was doing. I could feel his eyes on me while he was letting her touch him, rubbing it in my face like I care or some shit.
I don’t care.
Except that I do care, and that’s the part that pisses me off the most.
Unknown
Why are you such a bitch to me?
Hailey
Were you with Madison tonight?
As soon as I hit send, I curse under my breath and cover my eyes with my forearm.
Oh my God, you idiot.
I can just imagine the smirk on his face.
Unknown
No.
You were paying attention.
Hailey
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Unknown
Liar.
You were jealous.
Hailey
I wasn’t jealous.
Unknown
Liar.
I grit my teeth.
Hailey
Stop calling me a liar.
Unknown
I get jealous too, you know? I want to break Wyatt’s nose every time he looks at you. The fucker wants you and I hate him for it.
Hailey
What is wrong with you?
Unknown
What?
Hailey
You know normal people don’t just come out and admit things like that, right?
Unknown
I’m not normal.
I snort. He’s not wrong about that.
Unknown
Do you think about me?
I almost tell him no, but he’d just call me a liar again.
Hailey
I think about a lot of things.
Unknown
Wyatt better not be one of them.
Hailey
You’re crazy.
Unknown
Does he text you?
Hailey
No.
What do you think about?
Unknown
You sure you wanna know?
I hesitate, but only for a moment.
Hailey
Tell me.
He starts typing again, and I chew my lower lip as I wait.
Unknown
I think about you. Constantly. I think about laying you down on my bed and touching every inch of you. Fucking your mouth with my tongue and your pussy with my fingers. I think about kissing my way down your body, slowly, driving you crazy. I think about eating your pussy until you’re begging me to put my dick inside you. It makes me come so fucking hard.
Jesus.
I read it again, then three more times, kicking the blanket off one of my legs. It’s too damn hot in here.
As I’m sinking down into my sheets, imagining him doing those things to me for real, my phone starts ringing in my hand. I jump at the sound cutting through the silence, staring at the screen in horror when I realize he’s calling me.
Shit.
How long has it been since he sent that text?
It finally stops ringing, and he texts me again.
Unknown
Chickenshit.
My jaw ticks, and I let out a disbelieving laugh.
Okay, fucker.
Hailey
Do it again.
He calls me again, and I make a point to answer on the first ring. “I’m not a chickenshit.”
“Oh, yeah? Where’s your hand right now?”
My bravado fades at his question, and I swallow as I look down at my hand between my legs, my fingertips brushing the edge of my thong.
“Don’t move it,” he says tauntingly. “Just tell me where it is.”
“No.”
“Show me then. Send me a picture.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
He’s quiet for a moment. I can’t help picturing what he’s doing when I hear him moving around. Is he in bed too?
“What are you doing?”
“Sending you a picture,” he says. “Look at it.”
I pull the phone away from my ear to look. His face isn’t in the picture, just his lower half. I can see the shape of his dick through his gray sweatpants, his long, tattooed fingers wrapped around the thick base of it. There’s a small wet spot where the head touches the fabric, and I almost moan when I realize he’s probably not wearing underwear.
“Jesus.”
“Your turn. Put me on speaker so I can hear you.”
I don’t know what possesses me to do as he says, but I do it all the same. Kicking the blanket out of the way, I pull up the camera app on my phone, angling it down toward my spread legs. Sliding my hand beneath my thong, I roll my hips up and rub my clit. I know it’s a bad idea, but I can’t resist the chance to fuck with him like he fucks with me.
I take the picture, scan it once, and quickly send it before I lose my nerve.
“Fuck.” His voice is different now, breathy and strained. “Are you wet for me?”
For me.
“Yes.”
He groans, and I’m thankful he can’t see the grin on my face as I keep rubbing.
“God, baby, the things I wanna do to you.”
“Tell me again,” I demand, then freeze.
The sudden silence stretching between us is deafening. I shouldn’t have said that.It’s too late to take it back now though.
“Put your phone next to your head so you can use both hands,” he says, and I do it. “Is Derek home?”
“No,” I answer, cringing at the mention of my brother. “Can you not?—”
“Keep your legs spread and push your knees up to your ribs,” he orders, distracting me.
Again, I obey, getting myself into position exactly like he told me to.
“I’d pin you just like that so I can see every inch of your pussy and ass.”
I stifle a moan. “My ass?”
“I’d play with that too,” he tells me. “You’d love it.”
“I don’t think so,” I mutter, making him laugh.
“We’ll see. Rub your clit with your middle finger and pretend it’s my tongue. Do it slowly.”
“God, Kai.”
He chokes out a curse when I say his name, and it makes me braver, knowing he’s as worked up as I am.
Doing what he wants, I close my eyes and picture him between my legs, looking up at me as he runs his hands over my hips and thighs.
“Pull that little thong to the side with your other hand,” he says, and I hook my fingers beneath the fabric, moving it out of the way. “Did you do it?”
“Yeah.”
“Good girl,” he breathes out, and I bite down on my bottom lip, imagining him closing his eyes and tipping his head back as he jerks himself off. “Put your fingers in your mouth. Get them wet and slowly push one inside you. Don’t move it in and out yet. Just hold it there while I eat your pussy.”
Fuck. Fuck.
When he talks like that, it”s so easy to pretend it’s his finger inside me and his tongue on my clit, making my toes curl into the sheets. “Kai.”
He curses, moaning deep in his throat, and it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. “I love hearing you say my name.”
“Keep telling me what to do.”
“Slide another finger inside your pussy,” he rasps. “That’s it. Now move, baby. Roll your hips up and down and fuck yourself on my hand.”
I whimper. “Shit, Kai…I’m gonna come.”
“Don’t,” he growls, and I stop. He must shock himself as well as me, because he’s quiet for a few moments before he mutters, “Fuck it.”
I hear him moving again, and I wish I could see him.
“What are you doing?”
“Are you a virgin?” he asks randomly.
“What? Why?”
“Baby, I need you to tell me. Are you?”
“No. Why are you asking me th?—”
“How many guys have you fucked?”
I grit my teeth, angry at the way he’s avoiding my questions. “One.”
“Who was it?” He sounds angry too, which pleases me more than it should. “Don’t tell me it was Wyatt. I’ll kill him.”
“Will you shut up about Wyatt?” I complain, rolling my eyes as I continue rubbing my clit. “It was one of Derek’s friends. I met him at a college party a few months ago.”
“He’s in fucking college?” he bites out, followed by the sound of a door slamming in the background.
“Where are you?” I ask.
He ignores me again. “How old is he?”
“Relax. He’s a freshman.”
“Does Derek know about this fucker?”
I almost lie about that, worried he might tell Derek just to fuck with me.
“No,” I say honestly, trusting him to keep my secret. “I don’t want him to know.”
“Did you like it?”
“What?”
“Being fucked, Hails. Did you like it?”
“It was…fine,” I admit. “He was sweet to me, but the first time hurt, and the second time?—”
“The second time?” He sounds furious, and I stifle a laugh. “Tell me his fucking name.”
I don’t. “The second time was…I don’t know. It wasn’t bad or anything, but I can get myself off better. I don’t know what all these girls are telling you, but I think they’re lying. Sex doesn’t feel that good for us.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“What?” I ask, increasing the pressure on my clit, wanting him to keep talking.
I don’t even need the fantasy anymore. Just the sound of his voice in my ear is going to set me off.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” he warns, and a desperate noise leaves my throat.
Just as I’m about to defy him, the sound of a loud knock makes me scramble up to a sitting position. I snatch my phone off my pillow, turning the speaker off before I press it to my ear, whispering, “Please tell me that’s you.”
“It’s me.”
My eyes widen, and I leap out of bed, all but running through my dark apartment to the front door. Pushing up onto my tiptoes, I quickly check the peephole just in case.
I’m shaking. And half naked. Shit.
Ignoring my nerves, I get the door unlocked and yank it open. I don’t get the chance to look at him properly before he’s coming for me. He wraps his arms around me, and I wrap mine around his neck, holding on as he spins us around and pushes me back against the closed door. I thread my hand through his hair, keeping him close while he grabs the back of my knee, lifting my bare thigh over his hip and pressing himself against me.
“Lock it,” he demands in my ear, shoving our phones into the pocket of his hoodie.
Still shaking, I fumble with the lock behind me. “How did you get here so fast?”
“I was in my car outside.”
“What were you doing out there?”
“Same thing you were.” He mouths at my jaw as he grinds against me, letting me feel how hard he is. “Fucking my own hand while I listened to you play with this needy little pussy.”
I whine. “Kai.”
He groans. “Tell me yes.”
“Yes,” I rush out, and he moves his mouth down to my neck, tightening his grip on my thigh while he pulls his dick out of his sweats.
“You want this?”
I nod, arching my back in an attempt to get closer to him, desperate for him to be inside me.
“So fucking needy,” he whispers, pulling my thong to the side. “You think you deserve it? I should edge you all night for making me wait this long.”
“Don’t.”
“It’s been months, you know?” he goes on, sounding just as unhinged and as desperate as I am. “Fucking months, Hailey.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Liar,” he taunts, picking me up and wrapping both legs around his waist.
He’s right. I’m not sorry at all. I don’t even know why I said that. I feel like I’m in a dream, unsure what the hell I’m doing or saying, but it feels too good to stop.
“Tell me again.”
“Yes.”
Dropping his forehead to mine, he looks into my eyes while he pushes his dick inside me. We both moan, clinging to each other, our heavy breaths mingling together. He squeezes my ass, and a hot shiver rolls through me at the way his pelvis rubs against my clit with every roll of his hips.
“You feel that?” he asks, his nose bumping mine.
I nod.
“Still think it’s not that good?”
Making a sound I’ve never made before, I shake my head.
This feels better than good. Better than anything I’ve ever felt before. I can feel all of him. Every inch of his body against mine. Every inch of his dick sliding in and out of my pussy.
It feels like he’s lit a match inside me and I’m about to explode.
It feels like everything.
“God, baby, you’re dripping all over me.”
Breathing heavily against his face, I drop my eyes to his parted mouth. I want to kiss him. I want him to kiss me. But I don’t make the move. It feels too important. Too much.
He’s staring at my mouth too. “Say it again.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you to want this. I need you to want this, Hailey.”
Swallowing, I whisper, “Yes.”
I barely get the word out before his mouth is on mine. He pulls my jaw down with his thumb, opening me up for him, then grabs the back of my neck, controlling the angle of my head. His lips are soft, but his kiss is rough. Demanding and claiming.
Too much.
Too much and not enough all at once.
When he rolls his tongue against mine, I tighten my grip on his hair and squeeze my legs around his waist. He seems to know what I want, and even though I can tell he wants to play with me some more, to tease me and prolong this for as long as possible, he doesn’t deny me. He can’t deny me. I like that.
“Take it,” he rasps, slowing his pace to grind on me. “Anything you want. It’s yours.”
I come, crying out into his mouth while my pussy convulses around him. He bites down on my lip, his blunt nails digging into my ass while he keeps fucking me, riding me through it.
“Fuck.” He sounds delirious. “Fuck…me.”
I sag and hook my arms around his neck, laying my head on his shoulder. The collar of the black hoodie he’s wearing is soft against my cheek. He smells good. Really good. I have the strangest urge to ask him which cologne he uses so I can smother myself in it.
I think he broke me.
He hasn’t come yet, but he’s not fucking me anymore. He’s just holding me, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, his head against mine, his dick still hard and full inside m?—
“Oh my God.” I jerk my head back to look at him, finding him staring right back at me with a matching look of shock on his face.
“Don’t be mad at me.”
“Oh my God,” I repeat, jumping down from his arms and shoving away from him.
“You’re mad at me.”
“I’m not mad at you, you idiot,” I hiss, raking my hands through my tangled hair.
We didn’t use a condom. I didn’t even think about it.
What is wrong with me?
When I catch him grinning at me like a fool, I hit him with the nastiest look I can muster. “What?”
“You look so fucking hot right now.” He eyes my messy hair, moving his gaze all the way down my body to the hem of the light gray shirt at my thighs.
“You’re not funny.”
“I’m not joking.” He closes the distance between us and catches me by the waist. Pulling me back into his arms, he gently kisses my closed mouth, the tip of my nose, my cheek. “Are you on birth control?” he asks, moving down to the crook of my neck.
“Yeah, but that’s not the point.”
“What’s the point?”
I glare at the ceiling, but I don’t push him away or stop him from making out with my throat.
“I hate you.”
“You keep telling yourself that,” he teases, pulling his phone out from pocket to unlock it.
“What are you doing?”
“My dad makes us get tested once a month. Well, just me now ‘cause my brothers are married and happy and shit. My last one came back three weeks ago. I’m negative.”
“What are you doing?” I repeat.
“Calling Wren to ask him to send me a photo?—”
“Do not call Wren!” I snatch the phone out of his hand in a panic. “Jesus.”
“Hailey?”
I look down when I hear Wren saying my name, realizing the call is already connected. Hitting Kai with a warning look that says, I’ll castrate you, I hand it back to him.
“Hey,” he says, pressing it to his ear.
We’re so close, I hear it when Wren speaks again. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Wren pauses, then asks, “What’s wrong with you?”
Kai’s looking right at me, and the grin on his face is as big as I’ve ever seen it. “Nothin’.”
“Okay… Are you sure?”
I expect Kai to make something up, to tell him he called him by accident or something, but I’m starting to learn that Kai doesn’t lie.
“Yeah. I gotta go. Bye.”
“Kai, wait?—”
“I’m good, brother. I promise. I’ll be home soon.”
Wren sounds relieved. “Okay. See you later.”
“Later.”
“Don’t fuck it up.”
Kai stifles a laugh and hangs up on him, putting the phone back into his pocket.
Standing in my entryway with his arms wrapped around my waist, I clear my throat and say, “I’m negative too.”
He stares at me. I stare back.
“Three weeks?” I ask, chewing the inside of my cheek. “How am I supposed to know you haven’t?—”
“I haven’t,” he insists, and although it surprises me, I believe him.
Unsure what happens next, I shift on my feet, looking down when I feel how hard he still is against me. I want to do something about it, but I have no idea how I’m supposed to go about it. Why isn’t he doing anything?
Just as I’m considering my next move, he says, “I didn’t want it to happen like that.”
I blink up at him. “What?”
“I wanted to take my time with you.” He brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and I struggle not to melt. “I wanted to do everything with you.”
“Why?”
“Because this might be my only shot.”
Again with the honesty.
“You should tell me to leave,” he says quietly.
“I should,” I agree. “Derek might be home soon.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
I don’t tell him to leave.
Still, he doesn’t do anything. It’s infuriating.
“Should I leave, Hails?”
Damn him.
Heart racing, I say nothing, backing up toward my bedroom when I catch the look in his eyes. It’s heat, but it’s something else as well. Something predatory.
He moves with me step for step, and I can’t deny the thrill rushing through me. Maybe Callie has a point. I shouldn’t, but I like it when he chases me. I like it even better when he catches me.
“Little runner,” he murmurs.
I freeze at that, squinting at him. “How do you know I was thinking about running?”
“I know you better than you think I do.”
“I doubt that.”
He cocks his head. “Come here.”
“What?”
“Make the first move.”
I narrow my eyes at him. He smirks like he knows all my secrets, and I huff. “You’re an asshole.”
Laughing, he puts me out of my misery and takes three steps toward me, picking me up and hauling me over his shoulder. “Which one’s your room?”
I point to the door, and he carries me through it, closing it behind us and locking us inside. He lays me down on my tangled sheets on my back, looming over me with his arms caging my head in on both sides. Studying me closely, he places my phone down on the pillow next to my head as if he wants to see what I looked like while we were on the phone before. I’m laying in the exact same position, but instead of my hand, it’s him between my legs, kneeling before me while he devours my body with his eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, rubbing his palm over his dick through his sweats.
“Do what you said you’d do to me before,” I rasp. “What you said on the phone.”
“All of it?”
“All of it.”
I’ve pleased him. I can tell by the way his eyes flash with pride and hunger as he leans over me again, his hand traveling over my hip and up to my ribs. “Whose is this?” he asks, fingering the oversized shirt I’m wearing. “Is it Derek’s?”
“No, it’s mine.”
“And the clothes you were wearing the last time I was here,” he goes on. “The baggy sweats and the hoodie. Those are yours, too?”
“Yeah…”
“You like boys’ clothes, baby?”
“They’re comfy.”
He pushes the shirt up to my collarbone, his eyes on my bare breasts as he drags a finger down through the valley between them. “I want to see you in my clothes. I want to fuck you while you’re wearing them.”
“Well, you know what they say about what you want and what you get…”
His eyes flick up to mine. “I always get what I want.”
“Not this time.”
He smirks and lowers his head. “Always, baby girl.”
And then he kisses me, the dick.
I kiss him back, lifting my arms when he pulls the shirt over my head and throws it on the floor. He removes my thong next, his knuckles grazing my outer thighs before he throws that too. When I’m naked, my arms above my head, he hovers over me fully clothed, watching my face while he slowly moves his hand down to my pussy. He rubs my clit with his fingertips, teasing me, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from telling him to forget the game and fuck me right now.
“Open your pretty mouth for me.”
I lick my lips and do as I’m told, eagerly waiting for whatever he’s about to do. I cry out when he slides a finger into my pussy, his mouth coming down on mine at the same time, his tongue sliding in. He fucks me with it just like he said he would, matching the pace of his finger inside me. My toes curl as I rub myself on his palm, my hands fisting the pillow.
“Do that to me,” he says into my mouth. “With your hands. Put them on me.”
“Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
I slide my fingers into his dark hair, pulling the strands when he crooks his finger inside me. He groans, grinding against my inner thigh.
He likes that.
Eager to get one up on him, I pull harder. His hard body jerks against mine, and he crooks his finger again, rubbing my clit with his thumb to get me back.
“You’re good at that,” I rasp.
He can reach places I can’t, the tip of his long finger pressing against a spot inside me that has my thighs shaking. He adds another one, repeating the motion, and I jolt, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Wait until I eat it.” He sucks on my bottom lip, popping off before moving his mouth down to my neck.
I dig my nails into the top of his head, encouraging him to get there faster. He slows down, taking his sweet time while he kisses his way down my body. He licks my nipple and bites it gently, doing the same with the other before he moves on to my stomach. He nips at my hips, circles my navel with his tongue, and licks a line down toward my pussy.
“Kai,” I warn, lifting my ass off the bed to chase his mouth.
“Almost there, baby girl,” he says soothingly, snatching my wrist when I grab the sheet next to me. He puts my hand back on his head. “Don’t take your hands off me.”
“Okay.”
With his middle fingers still inside me, he rewards me with his tongue on my clit. I pull his hair again, harder than I did before, but he’s not complaining. He’s loving every second of it, eating my pussy like it’s the best thing he”s ever tasted.
With his free hand on the back of my knee, he pushes one of my legs out and up to my ribs. Before he asks, I do the same with the other one, allowing him to see all of me.
“Good fucking girl,” he breathes against me.
Sucking my clit into his mouth, he pushes his fingers in deeper. He finds that spot again and doesn’t let up, driving me wild.
When I hear and feel him spit on my pussy, I drop my head back and writhe beneath him.
God.That shouldn’t be so hot.
“As sexy as you look right now, don’t tip your head back like that,” he says, reaching up to shove another pillow under my head. “Look at me. Look at what I’m doing to you.”
I look at him, my body coiling tight as he pulls me closer and closer to the edge.
“Kai, don’t make me come like this.”
“Why not?”
“I want you to make me come on your dick again.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I want to snatch them right back, my cheeks flaming as I groan and throw my head back.
He slaps my inner thigh, and I squeal, my head lifting back up. He’s staring at me with so much desire in his eyes that it makes me forget my embarrassment.
“I can make you do both,” he says.
Our eyes lock, and he spits on my pussy again. I moan, fisting his hair while I ride his fingers and tongue unashamed. I come a moment later, my thighs clamping around his head as he devours me, licking up every drop until I finally stop shaking.
I sink back into the pillows and look down at him while I stroke my thumb over his cheek. He flicks my clit with his tongue, and I jolt at the oversensitivity, shoving his face away. He hits me with a slow, cocky smirk while he crawls back up my body, pushing his sweats down beneath his balls. I lean up on my elbows to look, my eyes rounding at how big and hard he is.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” I say dumbly.
“Neither were you the last time I came here.”
“That’s because I was in a towel when you knocked,” I say defensively. “I had to get dressed quickly. I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“All these lies you tell me,” he taunts. “You can stop, you know? You can say whatever you want to me. I’ll never judge you.”
“Maybe not, but you’ll be a cocky motherfucker about it.”
“I’ll do that, yeah.”
I huff through my nose and grab the hem of his hoodie, pushing it up his body. I’m not as smooth as he was while he was undressing me, and it gets stuck, making him laugh as I try to yank it off his head. I do a better job with his shirt, tossing it down onto the pile on the floor. I get my first proper look at his body and?—
Holy fuck.
“You want these gone?” He’s waiting with his thumbs hooked beneath his waistband at his hips, but I’m too busy gawking at him to give him an answer. “Hailey?”
I snap my lips shut and sit up in front of him, flattening my palms on his abs as my eyes travel over the several tattoos decorating his skin. They start at his knuckles and weave up both arms, over his shoulders, his chest, and up to his throat. Mesmerized, I move my hands a little higher, tracing the eye inside the triangle on his chest with my finger.
“Turn around.”
Wordlessly, he turns around and sits down on the bed in front of me. I study the ink on his back, rising on my knees to slide my hands over his shoulders. I wrap my arms around him, lower my head, and trail my lips over the angel wing on the side of his neck, enjoying the way he moans deep in his throat and grabs the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I flick my tongue out, feeling his pulse fluttering wildly against it.
“God, baby.”
Moving around to his front, I kneel on the bed between his legs and push him down on his back. I want to hear him moan again. I want to drive him as wild as he drives me.
He curses at the look in my eyes.
Lowering myself down, I wrap my fingers around his dick and take him into my mouth.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck.”
I pull back, licking his precum from the tip. “Have you thought about this too?”
“More times than I can fucking count,” he confesses, his grip tightening in my hair.
“I’ve never done this before,” I say, smiling to myself when he groans and curses some more. “Tell me what to do.”
“Cover your teeth with your lips. Use your tongue.”
I nod and take him into my mouth again, my hand moving up and down in time with my lips. When his hips buck, I push myself down as far as I can go, making myself gag.
“Easy, baby. Work yourself up to it.”
I do as he says, starting off slow and taking him a little deeper each time, my spit and his precum dripping down my chin and onto my hand. When I finally get him down to the back of my throat without choking, he moans loudly and pulls me up by my hair. I grin triumphantly as he wraps my legs around his waist and sits me down on his lap, his dick resting against my pussy. That predatory look is back in his eyes as he wipes my chin with his thumb and sucks it into his mouth, tasting us both. He tries to kiss me again, but I pull back, my hand around his throat as I look down at his body once again.
You can say whatever you want to me. I’ll never judge you.
“I want another picture,” I say.
“Grab your phone.”
Getting off his lap, I lay back on the bed and grab it off the pillow. He crawls toward me and squeezes the tip of his dick. Sitting back on his heels, he yanks me closer to him, and I almost drop the phone. Fumbling with it, I open the camera app and take a picture of his tattooed body between my legs.
“You gonna send that one to me?” he asks, sliding the head of his dick over my clit.
“No. It’s mine.”
He pushes inside me with one hard thrust, and I drop the phone.
He’s bare again, but neither one of us says anything about it.
“Pick it up.” He rolls his hips back and forth, pushing his dick in and out of me. “Take a picture of me fucking you.”
I pick up the phone and snap another one. When he grabs my throat and starts fucking me for real, I say, “One more.” Turning the camera around, I hold the phone above me and take one of his inked hand around my neck. I glance at it, toss the phone aside, and grab his face to pull him down on me. He groans his approval when I kiss him first, my teeth nipping his bottom lip before I slide my tongue against his.
“You want these gone?” he asks again, reminding me he’s still wearing his sweatpants.
I nod and push his waistband down his thighs with my toes, helping him get them off so he doesn’t have to pull out. After he kicks them away, he gives me his full attention and slides his tongue back into my mouth. I open up for him, running my hands over his back and lightly dragging my nails over his skin, secretly loving the way it makes him shiver.
“Goddamn, baby.” He flexes his fingers around my throat, forcing me to look up at him. “You gonna let me in deeper?”
I nod, regretting it ten seconds later. I’m trying, but I can’t stay quiet, not when he’s fucking me like this. Our skin is slapping together and my headboard is banging against the wall, and he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care enough to slow down.
“Kai, I have neighbors.”
“I know,” he says, his lips on my cheek. “They’re gonna know my fucking name by the time I’m done with you.”
Reaching behind me, I awkwardly shove a pillow up between the wall and the headboard. “If Derek comes back and hears us?—”
“He won’t,” he interrupts me. “He won’t dare come up here when he sees my car outside.”
Arrogant bastard.
“You don”t know that.”
He slows and pulls back to look at me. “Are you afraid of what he’ll do to you?”
“No,” I say honestly. “Maybe I’m afraid of what he’ll do to you, baby Kingston.”
He splutters at the nickname my brother gave him and gapes at me, speechless.
I smirk. “Do you hate me?”
“A little bit, yeah.”
I bark out a laugh, smiling up at him with his head in my hands, my fingers brushing his messy hair back from his forehead.
He’s not laughing. He looks stunned. His face falls, and he stares into my eyes with a look I can’t even begin to read.
“Kai?”
“Fuck.” He sounds like he’s in pain. His hand falls away from my throat as he drops his face to the crook of my neck. “Fuck. I’m an idiot.”
“What? Why?”
“You smiled at me,” he mumbles against my skin.
Grabbing his jaw, I push his face back and stare at him like he’s lost his mind. “What?”
Instead of explaining himself, he takes my hand on his jaw and moves it around to the back of his head. Knowing what he wants, I run my other hand over his shoulder and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling his warm body against mine.
“Good girl,” he whispers, moving inside me again. “So fucking good, baby.”
My pussy clenches around his dick at the praise, and he curses, grinding and fucking into me so deep that it makes me shout, “Fuck!”
He stops immediately. “Did that hurt?”
“No,” I gasp. “Do it again.”
He does, again and again, digging his fingers into my ass cheek while he covers my mouth with his and swallows the sounds leaving my throat.
He slips a finger between our lips, and I suck on it without instruction, grinning with his finger between my teeth when he raises a brow at me. Just when I think he’s about to use it to rub my clit, he slips his hand down beneath my ass and touches my asshole.
I squeak. “Kai.”
“Relax, baby.” He holds the back of my head, pulling my lips back to his. “I won’t put it in yet, I promise. Just let yourself feel it, okay?”
“What the fuck do you mean yet? I—” I jerk when I feel him circling my hole with his finger. “Jesus.”
Still moving inside me, he rubs it again, and I whimper, relaxing my muscles to feel it like he told me to.
“Oh my God, that—that’s gonna make me come.”
”Mhm.” He nods, feeling it. “Let it happen, baby. Make my dick wet.”
Something inside me snaps and shatters as pleasure overwhelms me. I pull his neck down to my mouth to muffle my screams. He grunts and tightens his grip on my head, pulling me into his flesh as if he wants me to suck on it. I sink my teeth into his pulse point and dig my nails into his ass. He slips the tip of his finger into my hole as he fills my pussy with his cum, prolonging my release and making me cry his name.
When it ends, my limbs stop working and I sink back into the sheets, physically and emotionally spent. He just fucked all the life out of me.
Breathing deeply with his forehead resting on mine, he brushes my hair out of my face, simply watching me be.
After a while, he pulls out and lays his head down on the pillow next to me, turning me toward him and pulling my chest into his, dragging my thigh up over his hip.
I need to get up, shower, and change my sheets, but I don’t move yet. I close my eyes instead, resting my head on his arm and allowing him to guide my hand to the side of his face. He kisses the inside of my wrist. I feel his knuckles brushing my ribs, up and down and back up again. The motion almost lulls me to sleep, but something’s keeping me awake, a stupid thought in the back of my mind that’s refusing to be ignored.
He won’t be here when I wake up.
My heart sinks, the traitorous thing.
That’s what you get for letting the fuck boy fuck you.
I don’t open my eyes. “Kai?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you…” I hesitate, unsure how to say this without sounding ridiculous and pathetic. “Can you not sneak out on me if I fall asleep? I mean, you can leave. I know you won’t stay here. I just…I can’t be in here all night with the front door unlocked.”
He takes a slow breath, his lips touching my temple. “Go to sleep, baby girl,” he says softly. “I’ll wake you up before I go so you can lock up behind me.”
“You could just go now,” I mutter.
“I like my way better.”
A lazy smile touches my lips before I fall asleep in his arms.