Chapter 21 #2
My door opens, and Arek steps inside. He pauses when he sees me, and our eyes meet. Arek smiles, and my heart flips. I drop my eyes to his shirt and grin widely. It simply says, ‘It’s big’. Cheeks flushing, I turn around as he crosses the room, stopping to kiss my cheek.
“It is,” I agree, remembering that I’m talking to my brother.
I’m distracted from what Lathan says as Arek coaxes me to my feet and presses my thighs against the edge of the desk. His hand slides up along my spine and gently presses my face toward the surface of my desk as his other hand pushes my pants and underwear down, exposing my ass.
My body burns, and I release an embarrassed little squeak. “Lathan, I have to go.”
“You okay?”
“Yes, yes. I just—” My words cut off as Arek’s fingers press into my hole, and I gasp. “I have t-to go.”
My brother laughs. “Okay. Call me when you find some free time, huh?”
“Y-y-yes,” I stammer, legs shaking as Arek presses firmly to my prostate.
“Love you, Ky. Bye.”
“Love you.”
Arek takes my phone from my hand and ends the call.
I hear it thunk to the ground or in my bag or something.
Then his arm is wrapped around my chest as he pulls me upright.
The world seems to tilt and sway as he continues my momentum until I’m sitting on his lap with his hand between us, shifting his dick until I feel his cockhead at my hole.
He’s so fucking hard. Like a concrete pillar wrapped in flesh. I gasp as he slides in, my body spasming the deeper he gets. There’s no slow progression right now. No gentle rocking and gradually coaxing my body open for him.
Gravity pulls me down onto him quickly, and I gasp as his dick forces my body to make room for him. Arek’s arms wrap around me, tugging my back firmly to his chest as I reflexively jerk and twitch while my body settles around him. The more I stop moving, the deeper I bring him.
We don’t move for a minute. I feel like a live wire. Like his cock is plugged into a vibrator and it’s pressed against all kinds of sensitive areas.
But he doesn’t move. He doesn’t thrust or rock his hips. In fact, when I move at all, his arms around me tighten to encourage me to be still. My heart hammers so loudly that it’s all I hear for a while.
“Arek?”
He sighs, and it’s only at the sound that I think maybe something’s wrong.
“Are you okay?” I ask, voice breathless.
“Yeah, little kit. Just need to be in your body right now. Is that okay?”
A smile touches my lips, and I try to ignore all the hot arousal storming inside me and cuddle into his hold. His lips press to my neck. “Yes. Is there anything I can do?”
Arek smiles. “Just this, Kylen. Being inside you brings me peace.” His hand drops to my cock, and I jump, immediately tensing.
But he does nothing but cup me and slide me backward a couple inches, lodging his dick inside me deeper still.
His hand doesn’t move. At all. No rubbing.
No jerking. Nothing at all except to cup my junk.
I don’t hate his hand there, actually. In fact, his hold around me like this feels secure and warm, and besides the throbbing need throughout my body, I could probably stay like this for days.
“I’m sorry you’re struggling,” I say quietly and rest my hand over his. The one around my cock and balls.
“Do you want me to move my hand?” Arek asks.
His question makes me relax a little more, and I shake my head. I might have wanted him to, but because he knows even without knowing, because he asked, the tension inside me from his touch there releases. “I’m okay.”
“Tell me if that changes.”
I smile and turn my face into his. “I will.”
Arek kisses my jaw softly. “Someone made my sister upset,” he says quietly. That’s when I feel the tremor in his hold. The slight shake. There’s something very different about the way he’s trying to keep his shaking contained, and when I shake.
For me, it’s nerves. Embarrassment. Maybe fear.
But I can feel the difference in Arek’s quaking muscles. This is anger.
I think about Harold and how he turned up to class after our date. I remember the way Arek watched him. But I’m not afraid of Arek. I know without a doubt that he’d never hurt me.
“Do you want to tell me about it?” I ask quietly.
He shakes his head. “No. I just need this, if that’s okay, Kylen. I need to be in your body and feel your heartbeat and keep you as close as I can possibly get you while I calm down.”
“Okay.”
“This is okay?” he asks again, his hand around my cock and balls flexing just slightly.
“I don’t… I don’t want you to, you know, stimulate me or anything, but I don’t mind this at all.” Of course, I feel my skin heat at my words because why wouldn’t it?
Arek nods. “I won’t. I just want to touch you. To feel your body and remind myself of what I have right here and that I need to stay right here. With you.”
I’m sure there’s a lot he’s saying in those words that I don’t understand.
I nod and settle into his hold. I hope he fucks me hard and long later because I’m going to need it after sitting still with his dick inside me.
But honestly, as I settle further and further into his hold, my cock softens.
The arousal fades into a simmer. I close my eyes and concentrate on his touch.
His breathing. His hold. His heartbeat. The way his body shakes with anger, and how, instead of violence, he’s choosing me.