Chapter Fourteen #2
“Holy crap,” he said, eventually. Voice a little hoarse. Coughed, and then chuckled. “Who the fuck was that, and what did he do with Tate?”
I grimaced, instantly apologetic. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get... carried away.”
Kai shook his head, still grinning. “Fuck no, that was so fucking hot I almost creamed without touching myself,” he told me. The thick ridge of his cock was pushing against the gray sweats, obscenely visible. A dark spot marked the place where he’d been leaking precum.
“Even so...” I started, my voice trailing off.
He ran his hand across his bulge, almost absent-mindedly. Face still dripping. “I told you, I like it when you take control.”
It wasn’t like I was even really into sub/dom stuff.
It had never really registered on my list of kinks before, anyway.
But seeing Kai sat on the edge of the bed, slowly kneading his erection through his sweats with my load smeared across his face, was opening valves in me I didn’t know were there to begin with.
“Do you want to cum?” I asked him.
He looked up at me with eager eyes, nodded.
I frowned. “I need to hear you say it.”
His lips parted, and for a moment I thought he was going to laugh. Felt like I could be on the precipice of that myself, the situation bordering on the absurd and threatening to topple headlong into it. But he didn’t laugh.
“I really want to cum... please,” he murmured. Kai’s hand was frozen now, fingers still wrapped around his length through the fabric, but no longer stroking.
Waiting, I realized, for me to give him permission.
“Get undressed,” I told him.
T-shirt and hoodie first, pushed off in short order.
His chest, the long smooth expanse of his muscled stomach, always enough to get me chewing my lip.
Then lifting his hips so that he could shove off his sweatpants, taking his briefs down with them.
Thirty seconds at most, and then he was leaning back on his elbows in front of me, cock throbbing in his lap, completely bare to my gaze.
“Fuck,” I muttered, mesmerized. “Jerk off for me.”
Kai reached down to grab his cock, then paused halfway.
Raised his hand to his face and rubbed it across his cheek, down over his mouth; smearing the messy mixture of cum and spit across his palm.
As I stared, holding my breath, he wrapped his fingers around his erection and started smoothly stroking.
“Spread your legs wider,” I told him, and he obeyed.
Thighs gaping, a living breathing slab of X-rated art come to life on the bed in front of me.
Never breaking eye-contact, the corner of one lip caught between his teeth as he fisted his shaft.
The sight of it enough to get my dick twitching again.
He licked his lips, and I could imagine the taste of me strong across his tongue.
“Shit, you look so good with my load on your face,” I told him, seeing his arm speed up in response. “Show me that hole.”
Kai raised his legs, leaning back on the bed so that I could see his ass splayed open.
Tight entrance between muscled cheeks. Part of me wanted to reach over and touch him, to slip my fingers inside, or maybe even my tongue.
Only that feeling that it could all suddenly shatter, like some precarious illusion, stopped me.
“Finger your ass while you jerk off for me.” Then watched, unable to look away and never wanting to anyway, as he licked his fingers and brought them down between his legs.
Gently circling the tips of them, his flesh dimpling with the pressure, before - a soft hiss from between clenched teeth - he pushed inside.
He paused, then, chewing on his lip.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” I told him, my voice hard.
He pushed, hips lifting as the full length of his finger slid home. Then just the briefest of moments before he dragged it out, only the very tip still caught by the ring of muscle, before grinding it back inside again. Settling into a shaky rhythm matched by his fist on his cock.
“Two fingers,” I demanded.
With a grimace - jaw clenched - he obeyed. Dick rigid and visibly throbbing between his thighs, one hand stroking it while the other pulled at his hole.
“Harder,” I insisted.
Kai was making little moaning noises now, quiet groans as he pounded his ass with two fingers.
Balls tight against the root of his thick cock, bouncing as he strummed the swollen head urgently.
I’d just cum - barely minutes before, my dick still hanging out of my jeans - but I could feel myself already stiffening again.
“Getting... close...” he grunted, a note of quiet desperation in his voice.
I could smell his sweat now, sweet and musky, as he worked on himself. The urge to swat his hand away and slam my cock into him was fierce, but I forced myself to hold back.
“How close?” I asked him.
Kai screwed up his face, a look close to pained crossing it.
“So close... really, really close,” he whimpered. “Please, can I cum?”
I watched him for a moment more. His eyes were open now, expression pleading as he silently begged me for permission.
I imagined how he must feel, that growing desperation.
Some cruel part of me, one I wasn’t much familiar with, was saying I should make him wait, until his body was like a shivering bow-string.
But another part needed to see him explode as much as he needed to feel it.
“Show me how you cum,” I told him.
Instantly his hand sped up on his dick, fist a blur as he ground his fingers into his ass. Not even an attempt at matching those strokes now, just a frantic flailing as the sensations overcame him.
“Fuck, oh fuck, it’s happening...” he groaned, whether for my benefit or his own I couldn’t tell, and then his hips were lifting off the bed, forcing his erection through the tight ring of his fingers.
Cum a thick, wet arc over him, lashing his face and his chest. The tendons in his thighs like steel cables as he pumped.
He was whimpering now, little gasps of “oh shit, oh shit” as his body jerked and twitched in the final throes of the orgasm. Chest heaving as he sucked in great lungfuls of air.
Finally, cock slumped across his thigh, he threw his forearm across his face. Chuckled, and then instantly removed it.
“Oh shit, I’m so wet,” Kai laughed, showing me the long smear that reached up to his elbow.
“It was worth it,” I observed, smirking at him.
He grimaced, fingers gently wiping at the cum dripping down his cheek. “Easy for you to say,” he countered, “you’re not the one who nearly drowned.”
I tugged my shirt over my head, and pushed my jeans down. Stepped out of them, and the boxer-briefs. “How about I make up for it by washing your back in the shower, then?” I offered. “That is, if you think you can avoid drowning in there, too?”
Kai may have glared at me, but he still got up and followed me into the bathroom.