Chapter Six #2
I turned my head from the splash, then felt the sudden touch of hands traveling up my body. Starting at my thighs, but then quickly progressing, past my waist and my stomach, until Kai’s face was level with my own and his arms were around my neck.
“You’re right,” he purred, “this is much better.”
Close enough that I could see the pores in his skin, the tiny creases in his lips. Close enough that the heat of his body radiated against my own, cool water be damned. I had the briefest glimpse of his face, smiling and knowing, before he was kissing me.
It was a soft kiss, a kiss that promised something more. Kai’s teeth gently tugging at my lips, the shared quirk of our smiles so close to derailing the moment as we grinned our way through the intimacy.
“I like kissing you,” he told me, when we pulled apart again. There was something so plain, so straightforwardly earnest in his tone, that even my natural cynicism was momentarily defused.
“I like it, too.”
I let my hands go wandering across his torso as he leaned in again. Firm muscle and smooth skin beneath my fingertips. The waistband of the low-cut suit a crisp ridge around his hips.
“You know what I think we should do,” Kai whispered.
I shook my head. “What?”
His lips brushed, teasingly, up along the curve of my ear. “We should swim lengths.”
I groaned, then felt him chuckle in my arms.
Kai pulled back, treading water as I pouted at him.
“Stop sulking,” he told me, laughing. “You agreed, story and then swimming.”
“Actually,” I pointed out, “we said swimming and then story. But I already got the story, so why should I bother with the swimming?”
Kai tutted, shaking his head in disapproval. “What sort of businessman reneges on a deal?”
I smirked at him. “A successful one, who pays attention to the fine-print?”
He looked thoughtful for a moment. “So,” he said, eventually, “how about we make a new deal, then?”
It felt like I was about to get tricked, somehow. “What sort of thing did you have in mind?”
Kai spread his arms in the water. “Well, first you let me give you a swimming lesson,” he explained, then paused.
“Okay, and...?” I prompted.
“And afterwards you get to bend me over, oh, I don’t know...” He glanced to the side. “Over that lounger maybe, and pound me like I know you’ve been imagining for weeks.”
A beat. I swallowed.
“Breast stroke or front crawl?” I asked him.
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Ten minutes later, I’d started to reconsider how quickly I’d acquiesced.
Ten minutes after that - the muscles in my arms and legs screaming, yet Kai showing little sign of slowing down the pace - I was about ready to call it quits and sacrifice any further physical intimacy between us.
What good, I asked myself while gasping for breath, was open-season on his body when I suspected I wouldn’t be able to stand under my own power for at least a week?
He was a relentless teacher but, I had to grudgingly admit, a good one. Motivational when it was most effective; coaxing when I was flagging; demanding at the times in-between. Any further admiration, though, was put on the back-burner, since I had extreme physical discomfort to focus on instead.
By the time he’d decided we were done, I was about ready to sink to the bottom of the pool like an exhausted stone.
“That’s it,” I gasped, “that’s all the exercise I ever have to do for the rest of my life, right?”
Kai chuckled. “More like I was letting you have an easy first time, so as not to put you off.”
I may have been tired, but evidently my face was still capable of expressing the sense of outraged horror I was feeling inside.
“What?” he asked, grinning.
“I hate you,” I told him, deadpan.
He shrugged. “A hate-fuck can be just as fun, I always say.”
And just like that, at least one part of my body was feeling re-energized.
Paddling, weakly, to the edge of the pool, I watched as he pulled himself out of the water. Thigh flexing like a sculptor’s model as he levered his body up onto the wooden deck.
I opted for the ladder instead, and didn’t really care if I looked pathetic for it. Not like pride would’ve contributed sufficient strength to do anything different.
Taking the towel that he held out to me, I awkwardly rubbed myself down. I could feel the heat of his gaze, as it raked my flesh. Tried to suppress the shudder of discomfort as my self-consciousness spiraled.
“I still don’t...” I started to tell him, then stopped.
Not sure what the words were that I was looking for, only knowing that they would encapsulate this sense of confusion I couldn’t drag myself out from.
Questioning why a hot guy like Kai would be interested in someone eminently-average at best, like me.
“Are you going to be self-deprecating again?” he asked me, not pausing from his own brusque toweling.
Somehow I managed to create a whole new, even more awkward gesture, as I both winced and shrugged at the same time.
He rolled his eyes. “Look, did you cum last night? After I had to leave, did you jerk off?” A grin, as I shook my head. “Neither did I. And oh fuck, did I want to. I was in bed, my dick like a flagpole in my fist, just desperate to cum. But y’know all that I could think about?”
“What?” I couldn’t help but ask, the curiosity cutting through my anxiety.
Kai took a step closer to me, the volume of his voice dipping in tandem.
“I couldn’t stop thinking that it would be a fraction of the orgasm I would have with you.
Couldn’t stop thinking about the way you knotted your fingers in my hair and reamed my throat out, and the taste of you.
I wanted to cum so badly, Tate, but I knew it wouldn’t be anywhere close to satisfying compared to doing it with you. ”
I think my mouth had fallen open at some point. Even so, no words came out of it.
Kai filled the silence himself.
“So I really, really need you to quit it with the self-doubt stuff, okay? Because if there’s one thing I’m looking forward to right now, it’s us getting off together, and anything that takes you away from being in that moment with me is gonna risk it being a wasted opportunity.”
I chewed my lip. What he was asking of me felt like overturning decades of routine: years where my go-to was reticence and paranoia, and taking the safe route lest I put myself out there and get rejected.
It had started from a place of self-preservation, I knew, of the sense that if I began by rejecting myself, it would hurt less when someone else inevitably did it.
Along the way, though, it had stopped being caution and simply become the status quo.
I had a choice, then. Accept Kai’s words at face value, or second-guess them and miss out on something that - although maybe ill-advised - I’d kick myself later for turning away.
Even I could see that that was no sort of choice at all.
“I...” I paused, searching his expression and finding nothing but hunger there. “I want you to suck me again.”
Only a moment in which I could take in the way the smile spread across his face like quicksilver, before Kai was dropping to his knees in front of me.
One hand tugging the towel out of my grip and to the floor, the other reaching eagerly past the waistband of my swimsuit.
I gasped when I felt him touch me, fingers squirming against the pull of the elastic and into where my cock was pressed, rigid, against my hip.
Two sharp tugs down, the suit a tangle around my upper thighs but granting access enough for what Kai had in mind. A hand hooking around the base of my shaft to pull it almost horizontal, the glistening tip pointed at his lips.
When he glanced up at me, his eyes were glazed with anticipation. The breath caught in my chest when he dove, hungrily, to spear his mouth on me.
It was better than I remembered, better than even the fantasy of that memory could’ve been.
That mixture of the sensation of his mouth and tongue and lips, all churning around my cock, blended with the heady buzz of knowing he wanted this just as much as I did.
That he was no reluctant, time-weary partner going through the motions, but as urgent in his arousal as I was feeling too.
His throat hummed around my swollen head, my legs threatening for a moment to buckle. Hands desperately grabbing the wet mess of his hair to steady myself, only to be rewarded by a rumbling, needy groan from deep in his chest.
I tightened my grip, felt Kai shudder in response. Remembered the way he’d reacted the previous day, the way he’d goaded me into using him like a hot, slick sleeve for my own pleasure, and seemed as equally turned on by it.
Making a fist in his hair, I pulled my hips back until only the first inch or so of me was lodged between his lips. Stared down at the need in his expression.
“Even if your phone rings this time, I’m not stopping,” I told him, feeling my way through the unfamiliar sensation of such aggressive words. The way his eyes flared in response made me think I’d got it right.
When I pulled him back onto me, when I used my grip to move his mouth along my shaft, I wasn’t sure how much of it was me and how much was Kai.
The need in both of us manifesting in a blow job that felt by turn my using him, and then again him using me.
The only consistency being the waves of pleasure radiating through my body.
As I staggered back the few short steps to sit on the edge of the lounger, Kai followed with me.
My hands never leaving his head, and my cock never slipping from his mouth.
Steadying myself with one arm braced behind me, I left the other at his crown to guide him as he sucked and lapped.
A warm, wet stream of his drool across my balls as they nudged his chin, his hands clawing my bunched swimsuit down and finally off my legs before his fingertips dug insistently into my waist.