Chapter Twenty-Five
Twenty minutes later, we were sitting side by side at the pool’s edge. Our legs dangling in the cool water. I was feeling more than a little sheepish.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted out.
Kai laughed. “That’s the eighth time you’ve said it, so I kinda got the message by now.”
I took a deep breath. Let it out, slowly. Things didn’t quite seem real, and I found myself retreading over old ground in an attempt to catch up.
“But you have to go back,” I said, eventually.
There was a lot loaded in those few words, I knew.
Knew that Kai understood, too. That it was distrust that he really wanted to be something more with me than a vacation fuck.
Concern that distance would make things exponentially harder; that the pressures of his classes would make whatever our relationship might be too troublesome to continue.
All laced through with an undercurrent of general self-doubt.
“I do,” he agreed. “But that just means it’ll take a little bit more effort than, y’know, my walking over from next door. And maybe that’s worth it.”
Nodding, not quite trusting my voice, I reached down between us to find his hand. Laced my fingers through his.
“I feel like an idiot,” I admitted.
Kai turned to me, smirking. “You are an idiot,” he agreed. Then, before my face could register outrage, added, “but I can live with that.”
“Generous of you,” I grumbled, trying not to pout. “What about the people who think you’re dating an old man? Are you sure you can live with that, too?”
“First off, you’re older, not old. Sorry if that little detail gets in the way of you fishing for compliments.
” He squeezed my hand, pointedly. “But more importantly, I told myself - after I ended up facing a lifetime’s medical school debt because of what one person insisted I should be - that I was going to stop caring about what other people thought of my life. Certainly not strangers.”
“And your friends?” It was a scab I couldn’t help but keep picking at.
“Maybe they’ll joke about it, some of them.
Because that’s what friends do, right?” He gave me a searching look, as if suddenly concerned that my self-imposed isolation had chased away some fundamental understanding there.
“They make jokes, they tease you, and you give them shit back. And that’s okay, the jokes only work because you know that underneath it all they just want you to have what makes you happy. ”
I swallowed. “And that’s me, is it.”
He squeezed my fingers again, then tugged my hand to pull me in against his shoulder. “You are a very silly man.”
“Probably,” I agreed.
“Is it okay if I kiss you, silly man?”
I nodded, holding my breath as he slowly leaned in until our lips were touching.
We held there for a minute, maybe two. The kiss deepening, my own lingering uncertainties fading as my hunger for him took control. His torso was as thrilling to my touch as I remembered, the muscles taut and smooth as I pushed my fingertips under his shirt.
“Are we going to have make-up sex?”
I wasn’t sure whether it was a question or a suggestion; either way, I liked how him saying it sounded. Enough that I was already smiling, as I stood and pulled him up after me.
“The bedroom is in a worse state than here,” I warned, as I led him through the lounge.
Kai laughed, shaking his head. “Your assessment of my priorities is all wrong,” he pointed out, his touch roaming down my arms, squeezing gently. “We could fuck right here on the floor and I’d be happy.”
The sudden mental image of his body wrapped around me, our frenzied rutting on the floor. I wasn’t sure whether he was inside me or vice-versa in this particular fantasy, but it didn’t really matter. Only the intimacy and the contact of skin.
I reached down, wrapped my fingers around the heft of his crotch. Felt him hardening in my grip, his erection swelling as I kneaded him.
Kai grunted, low under his breath.
“Get on the couch,” he growled, turning us so that I was backing away to the seat, my groping uninterrupted.
I was pulling at the fastening of his jeans by that point, dragging the clinging denim over the bubble of his ass.
Cursing his swimmer’s build out loud, as he laughed at me and made vague attempts to help.
Smirking when he saw my eyes widen at the sight of his thickness trapped in indigo blue briefs.
I sat automatically when my calves hit the edge of the couch.
Wasted no time in tugging his jeans down properly, the tight fabric bunching around his muscular legs.
Leaning in, then, to press my face against his crotch, feeling the jerks and twitches of his cock on my cheek through the thin layer of cotton.
The smell of him, the heat from his body, was mesmerizing. My hands reaching up to hold his cheeks, one filling each palm, meaty as I squeezed him.
“Do you want it?” he asked, voice thick and urgent.
I looked up to meet his gaze, knowing my hunger must be clear in my expression.
“Say it,” Kai insisted.
“I want it,” I told him, and in that moment I wanted nothing more. “I want your cock in me.”
He ran his thumb across my bottom lip, pulling at the tender flesh there. Chuckled as I moved to follow, trying to capture his finger.
“Show me what you can do with your mouth, then,” he suggested.
It sounded like a dumb line from a porn video, but I didn’t care. Only that it was permission.
Fingers pulling at his briefs, jerking them down just enough to let his dick slap free. Heavy and thick against my face, hot as I pulled back just enough to guide the swollen head between my lips.
He hissed as I suckled on him, gently at first, but quickly growing more eager, more demanding. Feeling him swell even more as my tongue made forceful circles around his sensitive tip, rewarded for my efforts by his sweetness.
His ass in my hands, I pulled his hips closer. Impaling myself on his prick, my lips stretched taut around his meat. Kai content, it seemed, to allow me to control the pace, the sloppy sounds of my hungry mouth punctuated only by his grunts.
I felt greedy, liberated somehow by his willingness to let me maul his body and my subservient position. Focus centered on the way he tasted, the way his erection nudged into my throat.
“Play with my ass while you suck me,” Kai ordered, and I of course obeyed.
Eased his briefs down over the twin globes of his buttocks, so that my fingers could toy along the tight crease between them.
His hole was hot against my fingertips, muscle resisting as I pulled at him.
I could tell how much he wanted it by the way his cock throbbed in my throat.
“You should eat my ass, too,” he suggested, and I felt both gleeful at the thought of it and frustrated at the possibility of losing his erection on my tongue.
Kai wasn’t waiting for my acquiescence, though, already pulling back from me - pushing my forehead with one hand, to stop me from following his crotch with my mouth - and then turning in front of me.
His cheeks were high, firm mounds of muscle; perfect, I knew, wrapped in the clinging confines of a swimsuit, but just as appealing naked before me now.
Spreading them, I raked my tongue along the exposed skin.
Felt him shudder as I crossed his hole, then again as I returned to that spot, focusing my efforts on his entrance.
He leaned forward: ass jutting back at me, my access easier now. My tongue a sharp point, needling into him. Refusing to give up, until I felt him beginning to yield.
Kai backed up as I worked him, pushing me until I was slumped against the cushions. Straddling my legs, sitting back so that he could grind against my face. My head trapped between his ass and the couch, feeling him tilt and angle himself in search of the greatest pleasure from my digging tongue.
I reached between his thighs, finding his cock thick and wagging.
Still wet with my spit and his precum; more of that drooling down my forearm as I stroked him.
Aware, too, of my own dick, rigid and trapped almost painfully in my jeans.
Kai chuckled, the sound of it thick and distracted, as I fumbled one-handed to release myself.
“Such a horny boy, Tate.”
I grunted at his teasing tone, not that I could respond properly with his ass pressed against my lips. Gratified, anyway, by Kai’s groan from the vibrations of my annoyed noise, and the way he throbbed in my fist.
He reached back, fingers digging through my hair to grip my head and pin me in place. As if, by some happy accident, I’d stumbled upon the perfect spot for the lavished attentions of my tongue, and now he refused to give up on that.
“You’re gonna fuck me,” Kai gasped out, as his fingertips squeezed my scalp. “Tell me there’s a condom somewhere in this fucking room, Tate.”
Something delicious, dizzying, in his urgency. Even if I still struggled to comprehend his need for me.
I gestured at the end table, then whined in annoyance - my face a wet mess, spit and sweat across my cheeks and chin - as he pulled away.
Wanting to reach out, to grab his arm, or his waist, or a muscled thigh, and drag Kai back.
Forced myself, instead, to watch him peel the last of his clothes off, and then go digging through the drawer.
He winked as he tore open the foil, then tilted his head. “Strip, then.”
Nothing graceful about my movements to comply.
Lifting my ass to shove down jeans and briefs, then tugging off my shirt.
Ignoring as best I could the self-conscious shiver that ran through me as he stared at my nakedness; this time, at least, I had the memory of his words with which to fight my doubts.
Satisfied by my compliance, Kai straddled my thighs. Reached down, between the splay of his legs, to roll the condom onto me.
I worried my bottom lip between my teeth, and clenched my fists to stop from pumping myself through his fist like a horny teenager.
Judging from his grin, Kai had already figured out I was nearing the limits of my restraint.
“Next time you start to doubt yourself, to doubt us,” he said, still stroking me, “just remember this moment. How close to screaming I was, with your tongue inside me, and how desperate I am to ride your dick right now. I’m so fucking into you, Tate, and if it takes us screwing until my eyes roll back in my head to demonstrate that, then I’m gonna need you to clear your schedule for the next year. ”
I managed, despite everything, a smile. “Just a year?”
Kai laughed. It was a joy-filled, playful, beguiling sound; the sort that, once you’d heard it, you couldn’t help but want to be the cause of again, and again, and again.
“A decade, then,” he corrected, lifting himself. His hand between our bodies, guiding me until I felt my tip kiss his skin. “Or two, just to be sure.”
“So thorough,” I teased, then lost the ability to speak as he sank into my lap.
“Fuck, yes.” His words coming out in a gasp, as his thighs squeezed around me.
The heat of him, the tightness around my cock, all sublime, but it was more than that.
Kai’s weight, and his familiar scent, and the expression of glazed pleasure on his face.
All stitched through with the heady knowledge that I was responsible for that look, as his fingers stroked up my arms until they could lace with my own.
He leaned forward, pushing our hands above my head, until our chests were almost kissing. His musk was stronger, now; I grit my teeth, my cock throbbing as my lust surged.
“You feel,” Kai murmured, “really, really good in me.”
I managed a nod.
“So remember this part, too, okay?” He brushed his nose against mine, smiling at my laggardly attempt to catch his lips with my own. “Always remember how well we fit together.”
He flexed his thighs, lifting slightly. Only an inch or so, but enough to have me gasping at the flood of sensations from his clinging, squeezing hole. Suddenly, all I wanted was to grab him around the waist and rut, only his strong arms kept mine pinned above me.
Torture, then, of the most perfect sort.
Kai riding me, just like he’d promised to; small movements becoming larger ones, more aggressive.
Until his erection was slapping against me with each stroke, splashing my chest with precum as I watched the muscles in his face soften into slack-jawed pleasure.
My brain never wanted it to end, but my body was merely human.
Gasping, as he clenched around me, as the friction inside him tilted and twisted with each shift of Kai’s hips. His face buried in the crook of my neck, breath hot against my sweaty skin, as my hips did their best to push me deeper.
“C-close,” I grunted. Felt the curl of his smile against me. “Kai!”
A twisting, wringing, shuddering climax: tunnel vision and the breath catching in my chest. Wanting to stop his motions, knowing that at any moment this exquisite rush was going to invert and topple me into monstrous hyper-sensitivity.
Frantic, I dragged myself from his grip. Seized his narrow waist; ignored Kai’s grunt of frustration as I toppled us sideways. His cock was sandwiched between us, hard and unmistakable.
Arms flung out, cheeks flushed, he looked like some fallen angel. Glorious and dangerous.
I pushed myself back, panting as though I’d run some marathon.
Fingers quickly wrapping his shaft and easing it upright, as I slipped to my knees at the couch’s edge.
Kai’s thighs spread around me; his hiss, as I pushed his drooling tip between my lips, made me wonder how I could ever tire of giving this man pleasure.
He bucked, as I dragged the flat of my tongue across and around him.
Fighting the grip of my fist around the base of his cock, his hisses becoming groans, becoming whimpers as I feasted upon him.
Knowing, as his legs wrapped around my shoulders and hugged me in tight, that he was close, so close, so very close.
And then the taste of him filling my mouth, as I sucked, and swallowed, and lapped at him until he was batting at my head in desperation.
Shoving at me with his feet, practically pedaling them to free his tender flesh from my hungry attentions, until I relented and let myself fall back onto the cool tiled floor.
I watched him, through the splay of my legs, as the heart I’d all but given up on hammered in my chest.