Chapter 33
KYLEN
I wake up alone. When I roll over, the bed is empty, but the spot is warm. It feels like a lot of effort to push myself up and look around the dim room. It’s still early as the sun fights to push through the clouds. Is the light on under the bathroom door?
The light shuts off as I’m watching, and the door opens.
Arek is naked, and he’s glorious. Watching him walk toward me, I can’t help but wonder how in the world someone who looks like that finds me attractive.
We’re so unbalanced. Everything about him is just strong, confident, and beautiful. I’m none of those things on a good day.
Arek’s lips curl into an amused smile as he climbs back into bed with me. “Like what you see?”
Oh my god, I was staring! My face flushes, and I roll into his chest to hide my embarrassment. “Yes,” I admit. If I’m already blushing, I might as well tell the truth.
He chuckles. “You can look all you want, little kit.” His arms wrap around me, his leg draping over my hip. I feel him everywhere.
In a rare burst of confidence, I push him gently and follow him when he rolls onto his back. Now I’m lying sprawled on top of him, and I wriggle to adjust so my cock is alongside his hard one.
Arek hums. “Want to ride me awake this morning, beautiful?”
My skin still burns, but I nod into his chest. Arek grips under my thigh and slides me up his body so he can play with my hole.
I press my face further into his neck while he fingers me.
I’m not sure if he found the lube in the bedding or maybe he reached for it, but it’s not long before he’s satisfied that I’m slick and loose enough.
With his hands on my hips, Arek slides me back down his body until he can bring his cockhead to my hole.
As he always does, Arek talks to me as he stretches me the rest of the way on his dick.
I’ve come to love these first moments almost more than any other time.
The way he holds me tightly, as if I’ll slip away.
The feel of his body connecting with mine.
Maybe more than anything, the way he talks me through it.
Encouraging me to relax and let him in. Telling me how good I feel.
How I belong to him and only him. He’s going to make me feel so good, and I’m going to come on his cock.
He dreams about me. He’s going to spend every single day like this forever.
I can’t tell whether I moan loudly or melt entirely at his words. For several minutes, Arek moves inside me. Urging my body to remember how good it feels. Reminding my body how hungry I am for him.
Then he stills. “Now you can ride me, Kylen,” he murmurs, lips at my ear. “Sit up, little kit. Sit up and ride me.”
My arms are already shaking as I push myself up. Gravity does its job, and I sink down so he’s deep. Poking my diaphragm until I’m gasping for breath. His hands trail down my sides until they rest on my thighs.
“That’s it,” Arek says, and I realize I’m already bouncing minutely on his cock. Little jolts of pleasure skitter through me like a rock skipping across the surface of water. I gasp, eyes stinging as pleasure overtakes me.
I stare at Arek as I slowly move on him. There’s no rhythm. No finesse. I bounce with force until the pleasure is too strong and I have to slow again. All the while, I watch Arek watch me.
When I look away, my eyes trail down his body.
He’s mine. I get to touch him whenever I want.
Those pretty pecs with the scary mask tattoo.
Look at his nipples. They’re so pretty. Look at his abs.
Especially like this when he’s flexing to meet my thrusts with gentle ones of his, I can look at the valleys and divots between his muscles and dip my fingers into them.
His hands look so big against my thighs. I put one of mine over one of his, just to see the difference. His skin is a little darker than mine, too. I hadn’t noticed that before. It’s not tanned darker. It’s just naturally darker by a few shades.
I grip his hand and bring it to my dick. He makes no move to do anything at all, so I curl his fingers around my length. Tighter. Tighter.
My gasp is loud when I suddenly jerk forward into his hand. For a split second, a memory tries to take root. Not Arek’s hand but my teacher’s. I shove it away and focus on Arek’s face, his dark eyes watching me.
Using my grip on his wrist, I anchor myself and try to find some rhythm. I’m barely bouncing right now. Instead, my hips grind on him, rocking back and forth to rub his dick against my prostate continuously and move my cock in his hand.
Holy fuck. It’s quickly becoming overwhelming. My orgasm spikes harshly, making my entire body tremble with the need to get off.
“That’s it,” Arek says. “Follow the pleasure. Come on my cock, little kit. Paint me with your cum. I want to see it all over me like lotion. That feel good? You like that?”
His hand tightens just a little. His hips buck up just slightly, just enough to make all the difference in the world.
I can’t answer his question as heat and desire and cum sear through me, and I come apart with a too-loud moan.
But I can’t stop now. I can’t slow down, or it’ll interrupt.
There was already no cadence to my movement, but it feels wild now.
Some movements make the pleasure sing. Others just barely encourage it.
I’m not present enough to know what I’m doing, though.
My sight is dark and blurry as the world slowly comes back into focus. I’m staring down at Arek again, body shivering every few seconds. His hand is covered in my release. So is his stomach. It’s… sexy.
He smiles and brings his hand to his mouth to lick my cum off.
I shiver and grimace, which is the wrong thing to do since he brings two cum-covered fingers to my mouth.
Oh my god. I close my eyes and open my mouth to receive his fingers and taste my own release.
I want it to be gross. I expect to feel my stomach roll.
Instead, I moan.
Arek pulls me down to his chest and wraps his arms around me, trapping my gooey release between us.
He fucks me for a long time. Long enough that my dick considers getting hard again.
It feels so good at this angle. Even though I’m sore and sensitive, I never stop moaning loudly into his neck and clinging to him for more as he brings himself pleasure.
He doesn’t fill me like this. Instead, we roll until I’m on my back and he reaches for something.
I don’t see it. I don’t see it until after he fills me with his release, and he shifts on his haunches to keep his cock lodged in my ass.
That’s when I see the butt plug. It’s not small.
It’s thick in the middle and has a stretched handle.
Arek lubes it and carefully pulls himself out, quickly replacing his cock with the butt plug. I gasp as it settles into place.
He looks gleeful. “Today, you’re going to walk around with my cum inside you.”
Horror fills me. “I can’t,” I whine.
“Yes, you can. Come on. It’s already past nine, and I’m sure your family is waiting for us.”
Arek pulls me from the bed. No cuddling.
No discussion about this. He drags me to my feet, and it’s a combination of trying to clench my ass so it doesn’t shoot out and move in such a way that I’m not immediately feeling the way it rubs.
“Arek,” I gasp, hand moving to where I can feel it.
The stretched handle sits along my crack and against my taint. “I can’t.”
He pinches my chin and brings my lips to his, keeping our mouths a breath apart. “I want my cum inside you all day, Kylen. I want you to know that you’re mine, inside and out. Can you do that for me?”
“But I already know.” My voice sounds high and whiny. I can’t stop the tone, though.
“I want you to feel it. Even when I’m not beside you, holding your hand or having you wrapped in my arms. When you’re across the room talking to your family, I want you to feel the echo of my cock inside you and remember that my cum is still there.
You need to remember all day that I bred you this morning and I’m going to again the first chance I have tonight. Can you do that?”
I want to tell him I can’t. I’m not sure there’s any possible way I could pull this off and not somehow announce to the entire family that I have a butt plug as thick as Arek’s dick in one spot that’s constantly pressed and rubbing against my prostate.
It’s going to feel… wet and uncomfortable all day.
I want to tell him all that, but as I stare into his eyes, I nod. Yes, I can do that. I’ll do anything for him.
His smile is sexy and seductive. “I’m going to be hard for you all day, Kylen. You have a physical reminder of me trapped in this tight ass, but my dick is going to know that it belongs there.”
Arek brings me to the shower, and that short walk and little movement are enough to tell me that today is going to be torture. Back in my room, Arek pulls a shirt over his head that reads ‘What if the theme is cock?’
“You’re going to wear that today?” I ask. “It’s Christmas Eve!”
He tosses the half a dozen shirts he has with him onto the bed, along with the two hoodies. They range from ‘To be honest, I’m just looking for some,’ and then there’s an emoji of an eggplant, to ‘What do I like most in men? My dick,’ to ‘Let’s hook up in the bathroom.’
“This is what my siblings left me. Want me to try on one of your shirts?”
I groan and toss him the hoodie that says, ‘Support his goals and suck his dick.’ The other one has a phone, and it says, ‘Send me nudes.’ I’m not sure I want that suggestion out in the world, so the first one is better.
As much as I love to wear his hoodies, I stick with a plain long-sleeved shirt from my drawer this morning, and then we join my family in the kitchen. Everyone except my twin dads is already there. Dad Sage sets a plate of pancakes in front of each of us and kisses the top of my head.
“Merry Christmas Eve,” he says, beaming at us.
I smile and repeat the sentiment.
Kole is sitting at the table, chin in her palm, absently poking at her pancake. Dad Zarek adds more strawberries to her plate, and she smiles, stabbing one with her fork and bringing it to her mouth.
“You not sleeping well, baby girl?” Dad Zarek asks.
“I was up late but slept like a rock after,” Kole says, shrugging. “Still tired, I guess.”
Before more conversation can be had, my twin dads come into the kitchen. “You need to see this,” Dad Declan says and uncovers the TV hidden behind a painting. The painting swings to the side, and he flips the television on to the news.
We all groan, but Dad Damon shushes us. It picks up in the middle of a report. I almost don’t hear it because my fifth-grade teacher’s face is taking up half the screen. Chills race along my skin, and I break out in gooseflesh.
It isn’t until I hear the news reporter say “dead” that I blink several times to brush off the sick trepidation building in my gut.
“…tuning in, Glensdale Central Elementary’s beloved third-grade teacher was found brutally murdered this morning in her home.
Detectives say there was no sign of forced entry, and there’s nothing missing.
Someone sick did this to a wonderful woman on the eve of Christmas, and the authorities are asking neighbors to report anything suspicious in the area. ”
I turn from the TV and stare at my plate. Arek’s hand rests on my thigh, and I take a deep breath. Does it make me a bad person that I’m relieved she’s dead?
“How horrible,” Dad Sage says, and my shoulders rise a little with tension. “She was so good to you kids.”
“All the extra help she offered you, Ky,” Dad Simon says, pressing his lips to the top of my head.
“Can we turn that off?” Kole asks, voice terse. “Let’s not think about her today.”
Silence meets her request, but I hear the television click off. Our dads abide by her request for the rest of the morning, and at some point, the tension in the air thins. It’s Christmas Eve after all. We always celebrate and have a good day.
By noon, it feels like a regular Christmas Eve, but better because Arek is here with me. There’s laughter and teasing. The sharing of memories. I remain flushed the entire time because it seems that’s my default state at this point.
Just after one, Lathan is suddenly there. “You have to see this,” he says in greeting and grabs the remote to the television.
“We’ve already seen,” Kole snaps.
Lathan brushes her off, holding her back when she tries to grab the remote from him. “Just listen.”
“… she kept me in during recess for extra work, and that’s where she abused me.’ The statement goes on to describe in horrible detail what accusations are being placed on the late Delores Rowling,” the reporter says.
“This isn’t the only accusation,” the second reporter says. “There are more than a dozen just like this. The same pretense—failing grades and needing extra help—and all those children were abused.”
“That explains the leaked images from the crime scene where Rowling is barely recognizable. But the words carved into her skin are clear—child rapist…”
Their words trail off as the room turns cold and dark. Tears sting my eyes, and I feel my entire family turn to stare at me. I feel sick. My body tenses. I’m going to pass out.
Instinctively, I press myself into Arek’s side, trying to hide.
“Kylen…” Dad Sage says, tears in his big eyes as he looks at me. Dad Simon’s face crumples in grief.
I tug on Arek’s hoodie. “Can I have this?” I whisper, voice shaking.
He leans forward and pulls his hoodie over his head, and in the same motion, tugs it over me.
I push my hands through the arms and keep the hood over my head.
I tug the strings tight, closing my face off from my family.
I don’t struggle so hard to keep my tears in now.
They fall, soaking into the hood that hides me from all their grief-stricken expressions pointed in my direction.
I struggle to crawl into Arek’s lap, and he helps me the rest of the way. I’d nearly forgotten about the plug until it tries to jump out. I wince as I sit on Arek’s leg, and it’s shoved back inside. I gasp but bury my face into Arek’s neck.
In words that barely carry, I say, “She was going to hold me back. She was going to fail me. She was going to expel Kole because Kole was chaotic.”
I hear Kole’s choked sound. The television is off now, so the room is entirely silent. I try to curl into Arek further so I can disappear entirely.
“She told me that the principal approved the extra attention. It was the usual payment for her time. She said that you already knew, and she had permission to hold me in during recess.”
“If she weren’t already dead, I’d kill her,” Dad Damon hisses.
“It took me a few years to realize that it was all a lie. You didn’t know. I doubted that the principal knew. But I was in high school by then, and it didn’t matter anymore. It was over, and now I’m fine.”
Arek’s arms tighten around me. That might be the biggest, loudest lie I’ve ever told.