Chapter Ten #3
I was remembering why I loved getting reamed, reminded of how it had once been between my ex and I.
Long before passion gave way to familiarity and then, if not contempt, then apathy at best. Pulled Kai’s chest down to me, my legs hooking up around his waist on some eager autopilot, my calves urging him on.
It was rutting. Hard, unrelenting sex. My hands locked at the nape of his neck, fingers laced through wet hair as he pounded into me.
He was big, the ridges of his cock grinding into that bud of shuddering sensations that left me twitching and squirming.
His arms under mine, fingers dimpling the meat of my shoulders.
It felt as though I was folded up inside him, his strong body wrapping around me and through me.
Kai’s musk and sweat strong as I pushed my face into the side of his neck.
I whined when he pulled back, a fierce and animal sound. Fought against the strength in his arms as he pushed my shoulders down, pinning me to the rug.
“Turn over,” he ordered, voice thick with lust. Reluctantly I unlocked my legs from around his waist, then felt the hollowness of him pulling out of me. Hurried to turn myself, onto my hands and knees. My ass jutting out, desperate for his return.
Kai ran two fingers down the exposed flesh, fingertips circling my hole and then roughly pushing inside. I grunted as he worked on me, pushing my face deeper into the rug as I hiked my butt up hungrily.
“Such a tight fucking hole,” he grunted.
I craned my head back as best I could; could see him slowly fisting his cock as he stared down at me.
“Yeah, lift your ass up for me, show me you want it.”
My body obedient, hips raising as I reached back and pulled at my cheeks. Heard Kai chuckle, and then the sudden emptiness again as his fingers left me.
“Please,” I heard myself, hoarse and greedy.
The kiss, first, of his flesh against mine. And then the long, slow, unflinching shove as he sank into me. One hand on the small of my back, a steady pressure as he skewered me in place.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Kai hissed. “You look so fucking hot on my dick.”
I reached underneath myself, between my legs where my cock was drooling precum onto the floor, to feel around where our bodies had joined.
The thickness of his cock where it stretched me open.
He shifted his hips, just enough to pull back and then settle in against me, as I gripped his balls in my slick hand.
When we moved again it was my rocking that started it, my body lurching forward onto my shoulders and then pushing back into him. Feeling the throb as he dragged against my tender, over-stimulated flesh.
“You feel...” I gasped, “so good...” Heard his chuckle in reply, then flinched as he slapped my cheek playfully.
It was slower then, less frantic and desperate than it had been only moments before, but no less urgent. Kai bottoming out in me each time, deep and relentless.
The prickle of sweat was like pins felt him throb in me as he held me close. The two of us frozen there, locked together as our bodies gave in to the glorious inevitable.
A minute, maybe more. Kai the first to move again, fingertips tracing tiny circles across skin that had begun to goosebump.
Gradually, I loosened my fists; felt the blood rush back into my white knuckles as my breathing began to steady.
“That was...” he started, paused.
I bit down on a laugh, catching the inside of my cheek between my teeth, before the giggling started uncontrollably. A sensation like five years of stress soaking out of me like an overloaded sponge.
Gingerly Kai pulled back, that strange sensation as I felt each inch of him drag out. Our skin sticking together wetly.
My hips sagged, and I let myself roll gently to the side, onto my back.
Kai looked down at me, on his knees. His grin was unselfconscious; goofy even, enough to make me giggle again.
“You okay?” he asked, but that only made me laugh more. Covering my eyes with my forearm as my aching stomach muscles protested at each chuckle. “I was gonna ask if you came, but...”
I glanced to the rug next to me, long streaks of cum splashed across it. There was more on my legs, and on my stomach.
“I didn’t really have a chance to aim,” I deadpanned.
Kai shook his head, smirking. “Clearly,” he agreed. “We should shower.” He pushed himself to his feet, then reached down to offer me his hand.
I grunted. “No, I’m just gonna stay here.” Imagined trying to take myself on legs that felt like jelly to the bathroom, and decided it was a bad idea. “I think I live here now, on the floor.”
He tsk’ed at me, as if I was some stubborn hound. “You’re gonna dry, and it’s going to get all crusty and stick to you, and then we’ll have to take you to the cleaners and have you professionally separated from the rug. Is that what you want?”
I grunted again. Shook my head.
“Tate, don’t be a baby,” he said, laughing. Crouched down on his haunches by my shoulder. “I’ll wash your back in the shower...”
I pulled my arm away and glared at him. “After what you just did to me, you need to do more than just wash my back.”
Kai rolled his eyes. “Fine. I am at your mercy. Happy, now?”
I considered it for a moment. The feeling had started to return to my legs while we were talking, and I had a little more confidence that I might be able to support my own weight.
“Ugh, okay, whatever.” I pushed myself up, half-turned to find Kai standing close to me. When he leaned in, I automatically mirrored it, until our lips met.
It was a soft kiss, a gentle one. Not short, though. Enough that I had to take a deep breath when we finally separated.
“That was amazing,” he said, quietly. “I’m really glad we finally did it.”
There was no way I couldn’t smile back at him. “Me too.”