Chapter 50
CHAPTER FIFTY
Holli’s kisses are like ICEEs. She’s so cold and angry, and yet the second our lips touch, I feel her softening. The sweetness is there, melting around the edges, and I can just taste it behind her frozen exterior. Smoothing the ice that made her snap at me.
My skin heats at the memory. I don’t like being snapped at. Also, what the hell is Kyan doing?
“I said kiss him again.” Ky’s voice is cooing.
His voice is that same seductive tone that he used on me when we first met, and I’m ashamed to say a dark thrill raced through me at it.
But I’m still confused. Is Ky one personality?
Wyatt is another? What the hell does that even mean?
If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s clowning us both because this seems crazy.
But then Holli is leaning in again, looking up at me, and a roll of annoyance hits me. She listens to whatever he says, but she cuts me off? And isn’t he jealous watching me kiss someone else?
I clench my hands as best I can with them bound, thoughts bouncing around in my head.
Ky isn’t jealous. He shook me off him in the rain after he got me right where he wanted me. He left me. He left me and then acted like someone else.
A dangerous thought enters my head. What if he were someone else? What if Ky didn’t shake me off? What if it was Wyatt?
That thought takes hold. As I think it through, a tendril of hope washes through me. If Wyatt shook me off, then Ky didn’t reject me at all.
Then Holli is back, leaning over and kissing me again while looking at me with those pale blue eyes fixed on mine, that shock of white hair framing her face, looking like my fox. I keep my mouth pressed together till I realize her eyes are open.
She’s kissing me with her eyes open.
My mouth parts a little in shock, and Holli’s pupils widen. And for a second, I'm caught up in it, dick growing stiff in my pants. Holli looks at me with a mixture of lust and fear and something that scares me. Something that demands I follow her lead.
And as much as it pisses me off, I fucking like it.
Ky makes a sound, and I look over. He’s adjusting himself in his pants, not taking his eyes off us.
So, definitely not jealous. A thrill of victory fills me.
Not jealous. Kyan didn’t reject me. The relief I feel is instantaneous.
“Take his dick out.”
There’s a moment of silence after Ky’s muttered demand. And a demand it was, full of growl and heated intention. I meet Holli’s gaze as my dick hardens further.
Fuck, I’m getting hard, and he’s making her do this?
Shame twists my gut. I shouldn’t be hard, but Holli is one of the most beautiful women I’ve seen.
She’s strong, brave, and ten times the person I was when I came to this island.
I’m ashamed that the idea of those slender, capable hands all over my cock makes it throb in my pants.
I realize that she’s looking at me. Looking deep into my soul, like all my insecurities are laid bare.
I clear my throat, shuffling and looking away.
She faces Ky. “My hands are tied.”
“You can stroke cock with your hands tied in front of you.”
“You don’t have to,” I whisper, and the words come out like gravel. I don’t want her to touch me if she doesn’t want to.
I feel her stiffen. Then, I feel her weight shift away from Ky, and she’s back here with me, her bound hands dropping to the place where my hands are blocking my lap. And my hard on.
“Take them off,” she says.
“You don’t have to,” I say again, suddenly terrified as she tries to move my hands. She’s going to see that I’m hard as fuck and think I’m a sicko.
“Pants,” she says, gaze flicking to mine, and I can’t decode what’s in her eyes. It’s definitely not revulsion, but I’m not sure what it is. And she keeps trying to reach for the buttons on my pants, inadvertently brushing my cock, which shoots a jolt of pleasure through me.
So, as best as I can, I unbutton my pants. Holli tries to pull them down, but she can’t, and I get a sudden fear. This is it, she’s going to see what’s happening, and there’s no coming back from that.
Is she just obeying Ky? Is she doing this because he wants it and not because she wants me?
That makes me pause, and my dick deflates a bit. I don’t fucking want a pity fuck.
I can feel Ky's smouldering gaze on my cheek, and that makes my heart race even more. He confuses me and scares me sometimes, but that almost makes things better. You don’t have to make sense to be hot.
Then Holli’s gaze is back on mine, and her pupils are so big the color is almost gone around the rim. She leans in close and says so quietly that I can barely hear her. “Can you give us a show, mousey?”
My cheeks burn as she uses Ky’s nickname, and I pull back just enough to see a slightly mocking look on her face. And that is enough to piss me off. A show? I can give a motherfucking show.
“Okay, foxy.” I pull my pants down enough that my dick springs free. With Ky and Holli’s gaze on it, I have a moment of panic that they’ll be disappointed. Then I pull in a breath and force my racing thoughts to calm. Ky saw it, and he’s back. In fact, it’s been down his throat.
My face is on fire now, but then Holli’s hands are touching me, her skin warm against mine, and a flash of pleasure rolls down my spine. Her touch isn’t hesitant or fragile; she strokes me firmly as best as she can, and immediately, I’m hard as stone again.
Holli cups her hands together, then pulls me into her grip, and a groan of shock escapes me. She leans over and spits, the hot liquid dripping down my skin. I can’t escape how good she feels, stroking me up and down and over my sensitive head.
“You’re such good dolls for me.” I look over, and Ky is stroking his dick, which just makes my cock pulse. I’ve been watched before, but Ky is watching us like his life depends on it. Like we’re his last breath of air. Like we’re the ones making his dick hard in his hands.
Holli continues to jack me off, pulling all kinds of tension into my muscles till I’m shivering, trying to hold back an orgasm.
And then for a brief second, I look up, and she’s looking at me.
Our eyes connect, and I see that hooded, angry, confident look I’ve come to associate with her.
It screams that she might hate me, but at least she’s looking at me.
She can’t stop looking at me, like she sees into my very soul. And she’s still here.
I come, exploding all over her hands.
Holli doesn’t stop until the pulsing has stopped, and I fall back, breathing heavily.
She made that good for me. She was firm and steady with her strokes, making sure not to brush me with the bottom of the zip ties and not jerking me so hard it hurt.
Maybe she was trying to get it over with, but that sneaky, obsessive part of me says she was doing it to be nice.
Now I have two people who’ve seen my dick, and neither of them has run yet.
Fuck. Two people means double the risk.
My chest gets tight, but less because I’m worried and more because I’m going down that stupid and idiotic path.
The one where I want to hook my fingers under Holli’s skin and never let her go.
Where I want to eat Holli out until she screams. Until she can’t remember her own name and won’t ever forget mine.
Until the only time she can come is when she’s looking me in the eye.