Chapter Twenty
It wasn’t a tense meal, or an uncomfortable one, not particularly.
More just whatever the best description was for when a relationship - even a casual one - is coming to an end, with no acrimony or barely-simmering fury.
I tried to remember entertaining anecdotes from the day’s presentations, a tricky task had I even been paying full attention, while Kai told me about his people-watching.
It was... nice. Too nice, maybe. Every so often I’d find myself slipping back into thinking of him as something more, allowing myself to entertain the possibility that he was looking beyond a summer fling.
And, like picking at a scab, every time I then told myself to stop being so damn naive, only to find myself doing the exact same thing five minutes later.
Kai was good company, that was the problem.
Sure, I’d been drawn to him physically to begin with, but I couldn’t lie to myself that he was hot-but-dumb, or an asshole who happened to be a great fuck.
By the time we both said no to dessert, I was cursing my brain and wondering why I couldn’t have just been a hermit like was sensible.
I wished, so much, that I could’ve seen it all as a sex thing.
Just like that guy in the bathroom had assumed: that I’d found some fit young jock for maximum fun with minimal strings.
It would’ve made life so much easier, I decided, as I fought the urge to take his hand as we walked back down the corridor to our room.
I’d only just closed the door when he grabbed my shoulders, turning me forcefully and pushing my back against the wall. His grip on me unrelenting, as he leaned in and kissed me.
It was hard, and urgent, and hungry. Kai’s mouth against mine with a fierceness I couldn’t remember from him before. Hardly letting up, as his tongue pushed between my lips.
I reached up, around his back. Felt the muscles clenching as he held me, my fingers kneading into their tight knots. Our hips were jammed together, wedging me in place against the wall; I could feel his cock, thick and hard, a ridge trapped in place by his briefs.
He pulled his mouth away from mine just far enough to speak. Voice husky and thick with lust. “I’m gonna let you go, but only so you can get on the bed.”
I nodded my compliance, then felt the pressure ease as he leaned back. Less than a half-step, enough only for me to squeeze out and take the few paces to the edge of the mattress.
He followed, stalking across the room and shedding clothes as he came. Shirt first, a few buttons unfastened and then the whole thing pulled over his head. Jeans next, button and zip tugged down as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of the denim.
I bit my lip, mesmerized by the sight of him - intense, focused, with pupils wide as saucers - until he reached me. Hands flat on my chest, pushing me back until I toppled onto the bedspread.
“I said on the bed,” he told me, not pausing as he crawled on his knees on top of me. Straddling my thighs as he reached down with urgent fingers to pull open my shirt, then swatting away my hands at my fumbling attempts to help.
My chest bared, he bent down. The softness first, of his tongue across my pectorals, and then the sudden sharpness as his teeth found my nipple. My back arched, Kai’s hands continuing their deft work down as they ran out of shirt buttons and found the fastenings of my jeans.
I pushed my fingers through his unruly hair, gripped hard enough I knew it would have to hurt him, but he didn’t stop. Just dragged his lips across my torso, teeth finding my other nipple and biting down. Another surge of pain, excruciating and exquisite.
When he sat up I could only gasp for breath, my chest feeling like it was on fire.
Slipping back off the bed, Kai reached down to yank the jeans off my legs, taking shoes and socks with them.
I’d been hard since he kissed me, almost since the surprise of his touch when we’d walked in the door, and I felt his eyes on me as I bulged in my boxer-briefs.
“Roll over,” he instructed, and with a hungry, pleading glance at his cock I complied. Felt, then, his fingers at the waistband of my underwear, pulling down until it was bunched just beneath my ass.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, as he wasted no time in holding my cheeks apart with his thumbs and latching his mouth onto my hole.
Squirming as his tongue lapped around me, my hands clawing at the sheets as he worked me over relentlessly.
One minute making long, flat strokes down the crack of my ass; the next short, fast licks right across my entrance as I hissed through clenched teeth and tried to grind my cock into the mattress.
Kai was calling the shots, though, holding me in place as I bucked and twisted.
I reared back, body acting on raw instinct, when he slid the full length of his finger inside; heard him chuckle as I fucked myself on first one, then two of his digits.
His other hand pulling, stretching at my hole, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.
When he tugged his fingers out, I mewled at the loss.
“Stay still,” he demanded, and for a moment I felt his hands leave my flesh. Heard the brief rustle of foil, and then the cool slickness of lube rain down across me.
A hand then, palm flat on my hip. Pinning me in place like a butterfly on a board, as sly fingers pulled at my cheeks and I felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against me.
No words, no warning. Just the sudden pressure and then Kai was inside me, hardly waiting or pausing, the fireworks roiling in me as he sank as deep as he could go.
It fucked the air out of my lungs, my legs twitching as he held there for a moment.
The sense of being stretched, filled, and waiting for what I knew was coming next.
That slow, torturous drag as he pulled back from me, just the head left trapped in my tightness, and then another unflinching thrust. His rhythm building and the slap of our flesh.
When he lay down on top of me, pelvis still pistoning, the heat was like a blanket against my back. Overwhelming my sense of self, of where I stopped and he began; the edges between us blurred as Kai slipped his arm around my neck from behind and locked us together.
I was trapped now, crushed and euphoric underneath his weight.
His forearm tight against my throat and the hot rush of his breath on my ear.
Like I was nothing but a hole, a gripping sleeve designed to give his dick pleasure; realized a moment later that I was grunting, a steady “fuck, fuck, fuck” in time with his pounding.
He bit me again, teeth sinking into the meat of my shoulder, and I groaned and writhed beneath him. Nothing but that pain and the growing itch in my ass as he mauled my nerve-endings.
Relentless with it too, steady as a metronome, ignoring my ragged demands for him to go faster. Each stroke filling me, and only the jerk of his hips to tell me he was nearing his end.
An echo of me now, his own “fuck, fuck, fuck” as he hissed against my ear. Pressed his forehead to my shoulder-blade, our bodies sweaty and raw.
Those last, few moments, his body hitting mine like a hammer. The urge to howl as I felt him swell inside me, before he shuddered and came. Gasping with it, and my own cock so hard, so sensitive, it felt as though just the slightest touch would tip me over the edge.
Frozen, there, for a beat, for two. And then Kai was pulling out of me, turning me; his hand yanking my boxer-briefs down. Precum spattering my stomach as my cock jerked free, so viciously sensitive that I almost smacked him away when he sucked me into his mouth.
Hips flailing now, as Kai’s fingers gouged into my hole again and his tongue swarmed across my prick. It was that final, extra sensation I’d wanted, needed, but simultaneously too much, too extreme. Driving the climax out of me like an exorcism.
“Oh, fuck,” I yelped, thighs closing on his head as I levered myself into his throat. Felt him gulp, swallowing as the orgasm wracked me. A climax strong enough to leave bruises.
“Shit, no,” I grunted, voice hoarse, as I grabbed his wrist to stop him. My body overloaded, like I’d been turned inside-out.
Kai rolled to the side, breath rasping in his chest. I tried to lift my head to look at him, but my neck was a limp noodle.
“Holy fuck,” I managed, eventually. Silence, bar his heavy breathing. “That was... fuck.”
“It wasn’t...” he started, then a pause. “I mean, I hope...”
I shook my head; then, realizing he couldn’t see me, gave an exhausted chuckle. “It was good. So good. Just... unexpected.”
I forced myself up, onto my shoulder, so that I could look down at him. Traced across his cheekbones, his heat stark against my fingertips. Across his full lips, his mouth opening to suck in my fingers; slowly massaging them with his tongue. I guessed he could still taste me, sharp and strong.
“Do you think the neighbors heard me?” I asked, laughing. Pulled my fingers free of Kai’s mouth.
“They probably heard you all the way down in reception,” he teased.
I shoved him in the shoulder in reproach, then had to laugh along with him.
It’d been the sort of orgasm which sweeps through you like a power-washer: blasts every thought, other than being right there in the moment, clean out of your head.
I knew it wouldn’t last, that it couldn’t last, but I didn’t care.
Just gave in to the present, laying in a strange bedroom with a great guy and coasting on the endorphins.
“I’ve had fun,” Kai said, eventually. After the laughter had petered out, and we’d laid there for a while in the unexpected comfort of each other’s silence. I wasn’t sure whether he meant right now, the sex, or our trip, or the whole of the summer. Somehow it didn’t seem right to ask.
“Me too,” I said, instead. Because, really, it didn’t matter what he meant. My answer was the same regardless.