Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The man—Kyan—is rubbing his hands down my arms, his pupils huge.
Immediately, I slide along the wall, trying to escape Kyan’s grip.
Is he…flirting with me? The smell of weed wafts off him and shoots me right back to high school.
Weed has been my escape of choice, I only cut back recently ‘cause Poppy thought weed was ‘distasteful.’
“You’d look pretty with purple hair.”
Why does this guy look vaguely familiar?
A mixture of warning bells and adrenaline crashes over me. What the hell is he doing?
Kyan steps into me again, pinning me with his entire body. His huge, muscled body. The air whooshes out of my lungs, and I tense, freezing. Did I piss him off? His intense attention makes goosebumps prickle down my arms.
I’m braced, but nothing happens. His breath just brushes down my ear and the side of my neck, where I have my face turned away, so I can’t see him. And then, I remember where I know him from. This is the guy from the bathroom in the club. Mr. Handsome, who could get any girl he wanted.
My hands ball into fists as a bunch of thoughts crash into me. What the fuck is he doing here? Why is he doing this? How the fuck can I get off this damn island?
“Why do you need the…game master?”
Kyan hasn’t moved. If anything, he’s pressed closer. I can feel every ridge of his chest, and lower down, the hard hemline of his pants. And even lower…Holy fuck. Is that his dick? Shitballs! My heart races. It’s huge. His dick is huge and hard, and I think I should be getting the fuck away.
I’m not sure if I should answer him. Not even sure who he is. He isn’t wearing a mask like everyone else, so clearly he’s not a player. And yet, he has to be. He was at the club.
“I just need to talk to him.” I shove Kyan back, but it doesn’t do much good. His thighs are thick and pressed against mine. His body is everything I wished I could have been. If I looked like him, I’m sure I wouldn’t have been such a friendless loser.
“You even talk like a mouse.” Kyan’s hand is at my throat, and I suck in a breath of air, grab his hand, and look straight into his eyes.
His dark, piercing eyes. The single-minded attention he’s giving me makes me feel like I’m getting sucked into the dark abyss of his energy.
It’s a dizzying feeling, and I fight it.
Kyan smirks. “You need to loosen up, Oakley.”
The way he says my name is low and croony, dragging out the sound like he’s trying to taste the word.
I feel myself tip deeper into his presence, and his energy curves around me like a dark, warm embrace.
And for a second, I’m stunned into stillness.
Pressed up against Kyan feels grounding.
Our chests rise and fall together. I’m pressed up against a man’s chest. This isn’t the first time, but this time it feels…
different. Electric. That realization mixes with the feeling that in this moment, I’m no longer alone.
Then Kyan rolls his hips into me, and vague warning bells ring in my head. What the hell am I doing? I need to get myself and Poppy’s therapist out of here.
“Last name?” Kyan just presses his hips into me with a moan.
His dick is pressed into my stomach, and good lord.
I suck in a horrified breath. He’s huge.
For a second, I forget that it’s wrong that he’s pressing his dick into me because how the fuck can it be that big?
I try to guess how many inches before he rolls into me again.
His other hand has dropped down to his pocket, and now it’s moving again.
He presses something to his mouth, then the hand that’s around my throat tightens.
Oh shit. He’s strangling me. I struggle, fighting his hold.
“You’re so tense.”
I can’t get away. Kyan’s hand is so big it dwarfs my neck, fingers gripping my carotid on both sides, pressing so hard I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my skull. He pulls me close, his lips brushing against mine, his scruff tickling my face.
“Let me help you.”
The words get stuck in my throat. The ‘what are you doing’? The ‘get off me’, the fucking ‘get closer’. All I can feel is the heartbeat in my ears and the overwhelming press of his body into mine. The togetherness. And suddenly, I don’t want him off of me at all.
Then Kyan’s warm lips smash into mine, and he’s kissing me.
Startled, I suck in a breath through my nose, parting my mouth. Then, Kyan’s tongue is there, licking the seam of my lips, his tongue soft and firm at the same time. A tingle of goosebumps starts down my back and runs across my arms.
I know I should do something about this, so weakly, I shove against Kyan’s hard chest. He just presses into me harder, moaning a little, the rumbles caressing my lips.
This isn’t how Poppy kisses. She makes me chase her lips and her tongue. This is passionate, insistent, and curious.
And wrong.
This time, I turn my head to the side. “I—”
Kyan’s hand leaves my throat, and then his fingers are digging sharply into my jaw.
I gasp as my face is whipped back around to meet his, then his lips are on mine again, only he’s fully kissing me now.
His kiss is brutal, claiming my mouth like he wants to explore every part of me.
His tongue darts into my parted mouth, licking, filling my mouth with a bitter taste.
Recoiling, I rake my fingers down his chest, then go for his face. Only, our faces are so close that he just turns us both to face away from my clawing fingers. Then he’s there again, plundering my mouth, biting my lips, and pressing me so firmly into the wall that all I can do is struggle weakly.
Kyan’s kisses turn gentle again, nipping in a teasing way. Another wave of bitterness and chalky fills my mouth, and I stiffen. Kyan immediately softens his touch, kissing at the corner of my mouth like a lover.
“Easy,” he moans.
“I have…to go,” I pant. My head is a swirling mix of emotions while my body is lighting up.
I’m hot and stiff, and every touch feels like a brand.
I’m so aware of his junk pressing into my stomach, and it makes my heart race even faster.
I’m nervous, my stomach all in a tight bunch.
I’ve been nervous with guys before, but it was always because I wondered if I was doing enough. How Poppy felt watching.
But Poppy isn’t here.
“Not even gonna say please?” Kyan’s lips ghost across mine, feathering there so lightly I can’t tell if it’s his lips or his hot breath.
“I have to go.” I feel like I’m talking at the end of an exhale.
A chuckle rumbles through Kyan’s chest, then his lips are gone, and for a second, the space in front of my mouth feels strangely empty. Then his hot breath is at my ear. “Are you going to beg for me to let you go, Oakley?”
That tone is back in his voice. The way he says my name sounds like a prayer and a curse all at once. I’ve never heard someone talk to me like that. And fuck…
I squeeze my eyes shut. I feel funny. It’s like my feet have lost all contact with the ground, and I’m floating in a sea of…
the man in front of me. Kyan. Sucking in a breath, I try to get my feet back under me.
Only, I’m still standing. Did I ever stop standing?
And fuck, the skin on his wrist is so goddamn soft.
I want to pet it over and rub my cheek on it, soaking in the velvet feel.
Kyan’s hand is running down the side of my body, down my chest, down, down, down. Goosebumps tingle down my arms, and I can’t stop them. Why am I shivering? I’m not cold.
“There you go.” His hand is suddenly in my waistband, his skin burning hot against mine. Wait, what is happening?
Kyan’s hand is lower, and I realize that all the blood has rushed to my groin. My face flares with heat. I’m so hard right now.
Pushing against the wall, I meet resistance from his body. Pressing me back, Kyan smiles. “Can’t run from me, little mousey.” His body feels like a cloud against mine.
What did he just say? I open my mouth to say something, and then his hot, velvet hand is closing over my cock.
Yelping, I jump as a wash of sensation shoots up my spine. Kyan wraps his fingers around me and pulls, ripping pleasure out of me in a wave of tingles.
“What the…fuck.” I can’t form a cohesive thought. Everything feels so overwhelming.
He moves, and cool air washes across my pelvis. Kyan drops, his weight and presence no longer wrapping me up.
Until his lips wrap around my cock.
It takes me a second to realize that he’s sucking my dick.
Then, warm suction grips my shaft, and I slide along Kyan’s soft tongue deeper into his mouth.
The pressure is heavenly, and my balls tighten, shooting pleasure through me.
The tip of my dick hits something, and Kyan gags.
I look down to see him looking up at me, eyes shining.
He looks…powerful and beautiful all at once, his dark hair falling around his face, dark eyes piercing my own, tracking my every movement.
He pulls me deeper. His throat constricts around my shaft, yanking a mind-altering feeling out of me, and the sensitive tip of my dick is rubbing deep in his throat.
With every pull, I fall deeper and deeper into the swirling sensations.
I feel both out of my body and so deeply connected with my body at the same time.
I don’t know how to handle the feeling. I’ve never felt like this before. What’s happening?
Something squeezes my balls.
I don’t realize I’ve closed my eyes till they pop open, and I see Kyan staring up at me with a slight warning in his gaze. As soon as I look at him, his gaze softens, and the grip on my balls starts massaging. It rolls a delicious sensation through me, and I feel myself stiffening.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good, even with Poppy.
Oh shit. I’m going to come.
Holding back, I try to close my eyes again. Try to stop the overwhelming, all-consuming need that has washed over me. My entire body feels alive. It feels…off. I don’t normally feel like this.
Slowly, pain registers, and I open my eyes.
Kyan slaps my balls, and I feel that same pain. But it mixes with pleasure, sending my stiff body right to the edge.
Kyan winks at me, right before pulling me so deep into his throat he gags hard, squeezing me just right.
And then I come, right down his throat.
I moan, pulses of pleasure coming long and hard. It grips me, locking up my body as Kyan squeezes my balls, milking me into him.
Slowly, the orgasm starts to fade. Only, my body still feels alive. More alive than I’ve ever felt, like I’ve just had the best blowjob of my life or I’m on something.
On something. Am I on something?
Sagging against the wall, I stare at Kyan in mild confusion. I can’t feel much more than that, all the warmth and connection I feel connecting me to Kyan like a live wire.
Kyan licks his lips, pupils blown. “Goddamn it, Oakley.” The way he says it sounds like he’s worshiping me. “You’re going to be such a pretty little problem.”