Chapter Six #3
Last time I’d wanted to wait, wanted to prolong it as much as I could. Even forced myself to pull away, only to have the delayed gratification I’d had in mind made all the more interminable. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.
“Fuck,” I muttered, through nearly clenched teeth, “you fucking slut, you’re gonna make me cum.
” The unfamiliar words only possible with the knowledge that Kai liked to hear them, wanted to be debased as he massaged my length with his throat and tongue.
I knew I probably sounded like some cut-rate porn flick, but I was too far gone to listen to myself.
Focused, instead, on the fact that I was so close to erupting in him.
So close to flooding his throat, to something so very intimate and uncontrolled, that I couldn’t recall the last time it had happened.
Certainly not in more recent memory with my ex, and not in the long months since our separation.
Kai wanted it too. That need, the hunger for it, was clear in the way he bobbed and swallowed around me, his tongue seemingly desperate to cover as much of me as it could. One of his hands cradling my balls now, slippery and firm in his grip as he kneaded them.
When the orgasm finally overtook me, it was like my body was electrified. Muscles painfully taut; heart hammering in my chest. My fist a death-grip in his hair, clutching his face against my groin as though I could somehow force an extra fraction of an inch into him.
Eventually I released him, released us both as my body eased from its rictus. Kai toppled back onto his ass, and for a moment I was struck by the awareness that, even as I’d plugged his throat and stifled his breathing, he’d still waited for me to free him rather than push at me.
His face was a mess, lips swollen and red, and a sheen of greasy drool from his nose down. Pupils so wide, his irises were close to black. Watching as his chest heaved, it was as though the sounds of my own rough gasps were coming from him.
“Fuck.” My voice was little more than a whisper. “That was... fuck.”
His puffy lips spread into a grin. “That was worth waiting for.”
I smiled back at him, still trying to catch my breath. “You didn’t have to wait that long.”
Kai rubbed his forearm across his mouth. “Plenty of chasing, though.”
I chuckled. “Even if I didn’t realize I was being chased.”
He settled back, arms outstretched behind him. The silence more comfortable than anything I could remember in my life recently.
“Y’know,” Kai said, after a couple of minutes, “this is the first time I’ve seen you not self-conscious. Just... being there.”
Any other time, something like that would probably have made me flinch.
But he was right; I could feel it too. Despite the fact that I was slumped on a deck lounger, naked, and my still-almost-fully-hard cock lolling out from my crotch, I had found myself settling into an unfamiliar reverie.
Even the knowledge that Kai was looking at me, at me in my entirety, wasn’t enough to derail it.
I shrugged, not really understanding it any more myself. “I guess we blew through my reserves of awkwardness.”
Kai licked his lips, pointedly. “I certainly blew something.”
My turn to roll my eyes. I kicked up my foot, sending the crumpled grey tangle of my discarded swimsuit at his face.
He grabbed at it before it could fall again, used it to wipe the mess off his mouth and chin. As I watched, he pushed his nose into the glistening fabric and inhaled deeply. Suddenly, I was very aware of the thick ridge of his erection, still trapped in his own Speedo.
“You didn’t cum,” I pointed out.
Kai reached down and, with the hand still holding my suit, squeezed his cock through the layers of material. “It’s nice to get caught up in what you’re doing.”
I was thinking the same thing about watching him carelessly play with himself, and the way my dick was twitching suggested my body was in agreement with my brain.
“Show me how you jerk off.”
He smirked at me. “Voyeurism is on the list, is it?”
I shrugged again. “You told me I wasn’t very good at hiding when I was looking, so I may as well make requests.”
He chuckled at that, but it didn’t stop him from lifting his hips and easing his suit down.
Just enough to pull taut between his thighs, the heft of his erection eagerly springing free.
My eyes were fixed on it: even though I’d seen him yesterday, my brain had been so overwrought that all I had was the sense of it, the way it more than filled his fist.
“Tell me how you like to do it,” I murmured, mesmerized.
Slowly, his hand made long, unhurried strokes from bottom to top and back down again. “I like to see how long I can make it last,” Kai explained, voice husky and low. “And I’m really sensitive at the tip, around the edge... so I like to sort of swivel my palm around it.”
Actions following words, he began to corkscrew his palm in a half-circle around the head of his cock, whenever he reached the end of his stroke.
“If I do that enough,” Kai continued, “the precum usually starts flowing. Soon there’s enough of it to get things really wet and sloppy.”
It was like watching a jerk-off video online, only right in front of me. Kai’s fist mere feet away, his body raw and open to my gaze. Somehow the swimsuit trapped across his legs made him seem even more exposed than if he’d been completely naked.
“Do you ever taste it? The precum, I mean,” I asked him.
He smirked, then brought his palm to his lips. I could see his tongue, red and wet, lash across the skin.
“It’s kinda sweet and musky,” he explained, watching me watching him. “I mean, I love the taste of cum, don’t get me wrong, but I think I might love precum even more.”
I could feel my jaw clenching. I knew I’d asked him to do this, to show me a most intimate of acts, but the urge to be there - involved rather than just watching - was growing uncontrollable.
“Do you ever play with your ass when you jerk off?” There was no mistaking the fact that I was fully hard again now.
Kai poked out his tongue. “Sometimes,” he shared. “Why don’t you come show me how I should do it.”
In a moment I was there with him, kneeling in the broad V between his legs. The heat of his body a tangible thing against my skin now. Tentatively I reached out to him, only to have Kai grab my wrist.
For a second it felt like I’d done something wrong, but then he was pulling my hand up, my fingers outstretched, to his mouth. Lips closing around my fingertips, his tongue circling them slyly.
When he released me, those same lips spread wide in a knowing grin. “There,” he explained, “all ready.”
Eyes still locked on his, I dropped my hand to the join of his legs. Underneath the scant cover of the suit and into the cleft of his ass, his cheeks spread wide and his hole exposed. Gently, I ran a slick fingertip across it, feeling it clench rhythmically.
“Please...” The hunger and need were clear in just one word.
Gradually I increased the pressure, feeling him dimple and then yield to me. His body almost pulling me in, until my finger was buried as deep as it could go. He hissed through clenched teeth.
Slowly, forcing patience upon myself, I pulled my hand back until it was almost free of him.
Then ground it back into his body, feeling him buck and jolt at the sensations.
Settled into a teasing rhythm as I watched him almost gingerly fist his cock, as though he was worried that too firm, too determined a stroke might push him past the point of no return too soon.
He hissed when I pushed a second finger in alongside the first, a vice around me.
For a moment I almost thought to relent, to pull my hand back; even paused for a second as he wriggled.
Then felt Kai’s grip around my wrist again, refusing to release me and instead setting up a new, more aggressive pace.
Only freeing me when he seemed certain enough that I knew what his ass wanted.
“You promised,” he murmured between groans, “to fuck me.”
I gnawed at my bottom lip, the combination of his splayed body and blunt invitation an aphrodisiac like no other.
Imagined the tightness that had currently ensnared my fingers wrapped around my shaft instead.
Suddenly, the fact that I’d just cum only minutes before didn’t seem like the hurdle I would ordinarily assume it to be.
“Are you sure...” I started, some part of my lizard brain still convinced this was all a trap, even if it couldn’t figure out what, exactly, the noose might be. I didn’t have a chance to finish, though.
“No second-guessing, Tate,” Kai told me, lifting his head to fix me with hooded eyes. There was a rich flush across each cheekbone.
I blinked at him. It had been so long - and even then, so perfunctory at the end - that my body lacked that old autopilot it once had. “I don’t have...” I began to point out, but he shook his head; nodded, to where his shorts lay forgotten on the deck.
“In the pocket,” he explained.
I reached for them, stretching so that I could snag the fabric with my fingertips without my other hand letting up on its pistoning rhythm. He’d come prepared, it seemed; I fumbled one-handed with the foil, tearing it with my teeth.
“I need to stop, to... y’know...”
His grunt suggested he did know, but wasn’t happy about it. Then, reluctantly releasing his erection, he reached down past his thighs.
I passed him the condom; stared down as his hands deftly skinned it onto me. Then, as I tore open the second packet and squeezed lube down onto my dick, watched as he slicked it along.
“Come on,” he instructed, part command and part beg. A huff of air from deep in his lungs as I eased my fingers out from him, and then - a little more lube applied - pushed them back in. What scant patience Kai had was quickly running out, though.