Chapter 13 #2
“Melody,” he whispers huskily, sliding an arm around my waist. “I’m so sorry.
So fucking sorry. About school, about leaving, about being a dumb idiot.
I…” I can’t see him, but I can feel his ache.
His hand around my waist shakes slightly, and I feel his forehead drop to my shoulder.
“I was so scared that you didn’t truly believe in us, couldn’t love me, that I just took your words at face value.
I didn’t know how bad it was for you, and that shit is on me.
I should’ve paid more attention. Not just to you, but also what was happening around you.
People didn’t mess with us, didn’t try to associate, so we thought–no, I thought, I can only speak for myself right now–that was the same for you.
” He takes a deep breath. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know, and I’m sorry.”
“Kai, it was a long time ago,” I whisper. Wrapping my arms around him, I return his embrace.
Hearing a full apology from him heals something that was broken inside me. Something that high school Melody needed.
“That doesn’t matter. I should’ve heard what you said, and immediately asked you about it.
Fuck what Reis thought. Fuck what I thought.
We’ve missed out on so much time with you, so much time we could’ve been together…
” He trails off, regret lacing his tone.
He lifts his head, putting his lips to my ear and whispers even darker, “If you had known how I felt about you back then, would you have been okay with it?”
Would I have been okay with it?
That’s all I ever wanted.
Silently, I nod against him so he can feel the yes. My breath comes out in soft pants, little gasps as I try to control myself.
“You told me at the bodega, while you were flambéing me from the inside-out, that you cared about all of us. That you wanted all of us. Do you still?” His hand slides down my side until his fingers reach my bare thigh.
His hand on my waist makes small circles where there’s the exposed skin of my midriff before his fingertips slip under my shirt.
Between his body crowding me, his scent, the darkness, the growling whispers in my ear, and him touching my skin like I’m gold, I’m about to lose my mind.
What a loaded question. I can answer it honestly, that I never stopped wanting them, or I could be cool and play it off. But something tells me that my body will betray me.
“Tell me now, baby, because I’m losing control, and I want to taste those sweet lips again,” he growls against my lips.
“Yes,” I whisper, and his lips crash against mine. In the dark, he’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I can’t tell where he’s going to touch or kiss me next. I just know what I’m feeling in that moment with the added anticipation of what’s to come sizzling in the air.
It’s fucking amazing.
A hand snakes around to the front of my skirt and pulls the hem up as his other hand trails up my inner thigh, all while he continues to kiss me breathless. Fuck, fuck, I don’t know how much more I can take.
He’s so sure, so dominant, so present, that my body is singing with feral want. I need him, I need more. I pull back from the kiss and a gasp of pleasure fills the dark space.
Kai doesn’t stop. His fingers tug my skirt up higher, and his lips kiss down my neck in open, hot kisses that make me shiver all the way to my toes. I can feel my wetness seep down my leg. My G-string is nowhere to be found. Not that it would help me right now anyway.
“Kai,” I whisper. My hands move up to his head, intent on finally sliding my fingers through his silky strands to hold him against me, but that stupid hat is in the way. I pull it off, whipping it across it in the room to be found later. I do the same with the sunglasses at his collar.
He chuckles. “Hey, those were expensive.”
“I could not give a shit less,” I say hoarsely and pull his mouth to mine again roughly.
He’s such a good kisser, fuck, he’s such a good kisser.
I jump up, spreading my legs to wrap around his waist, hoping he gets the hint.
His hands catch me, wrapping strongly around the back of my thighs, and he uses his body to pin me against the door.
Kai’s hips slot against mine perfectly, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders for leverage.
“Tell me now how far you want this to go, Sync,” Kai murmurs against my lips, his hands moving possessively to my ass to hold me against him.
“What?” I ask breathlessly, too focused on how close his fingertips are to my needy cunt. His hands are big and his fingers are long and thin, perfect for playing the bass as well as he does.
“Tell me how far you want me to take this. Just physical, or something… more?” He kisses the shell of my ear and nips the lobe.
“I’ll do whatever you want, baby. Just tell me.
” He punctuates his words by cupping my cheek, kissing me sweetly and grinding against me so I can feel his hard cock trapped under the denim of his jeans against my exposed slit.
How far do I want this to go?
He’s giving me a choice, but I can feel the underlying question.
It’s not about sex, although I know he’ll deliver on that front either way.
I’m sure I could say that I want him to only kiss me and he’d make me come just from that alone.
Kai’s asking if this is the only thing I want, if I don’t want him anymore but just his body.
Kai waits, but he keeps grinding what feels like a monster cock against me.
“Fuck me, Kai. Show me how sorry you are, and don’t ever do that shit again,” I whisper into the darkness. My choice has been made.
His lips find mine quickly, dominating me with rough, hot kisses that make my toes curl and my thighs clench around him. I knew Kai wouldn’t be gentle. And I don’t want him to be.
I want him.
All of him.
His fingers bite into my skin almost painfully where he holds me up. I’m sure I’ll have marks, but I want them.
I want physical proof that Kai wants me, that he had me first. I want to be able to look at my legs tomorrow, see those marks, and know. Know that it happened, that he wanted me–even just for a moment, that it wasn’t just a figment of my imagination.
His kisses are hard and messy. With each passing moment, they grow more desperate. Our mouths open, and he plunges his tongue into my mouth, licking and fighting me for dominance, growling when I don’t give in. But when have I ever made it easy for him?
Kai presses me harder against the door so I’m pinned by his hips and the door, freeing his hands. One of his hands wraps around my neck, putting pressure on either side of my neck so he can control me a little better.
And to my surprise, I let him. In fact, I lean into his hold.
Kai turns my head to the side, and starts kissing down my neck. Nipping and sucking the soft skin there, dipping toward my collarbone. Then he finds it, the spot.
There’s a little spot right at the base of my neck, right where my collarbone starts that makes me gasp and writhe every time.
Kai found it in record speed.
His lips ravage that spot as I moan, loudly, grinding my body against his to find the friction my clit needs .
“Oh, you like that spot, do you, baby girl?” He whispers against my skin darkly. “I’ll make sure I find all those little spots on you. I want to hear you break apart for me.”
The way he says that isn’t sweet. It's deep and dark, a challenge. Or a threat. I’m not sure. But I’ll meet him there either way.
My chest heaves with my quickened breath, anticipation twisting in my belly along with heavy need. I’m so wet, I’m sure there’s evidence of my arousal darkening his jeans.
Kai’s hand leaves my throat and before I can ask why, he slips two fingers inside me.
“Ah!” I cry out, gasping at his very welcome intrusion. At my moan, Kai covers my mouth with his hand and doesn’t wait anymore. He starts finger fucking me like he wants to feel me come, now .
My head falls back against the door with a muted thud as he curls his finger against the front of my pussy and I clench around him in pleasure.
“There you go, baby. That’s it,” he whispers as a soft cry is involuntarily pulled from my lips only to be muffled by his hand. The darkness adds a whole other level of sensory overload. I can’t see him, only feel him. Only hear him. Only smell him. Only taste him.
It’s so fucking erotic.
“You’re so tight.” His breathing in my ear is going to send me over the edge.
“So tight, baby. I have to stretch you out a little more before you’re going to be able to take my cock.
I don’t want to hurt you. Think you can take another?
” He asks darkly before pulling his fingers from my cunt with a very audible wet sound.
He moans, pushing back inside me with another finger.
“That’s three,” he marvels with a hoarse whisper. He drops the hand covering my mouth. “Shhh, baby.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I feel so full. I feel so full and so stuffed. The room fills with my breathy moans as I try to keep my volume under control in a situation where I’m very quickly losing complete control over.
I’m going to combust and shatter.
In the best fucking way.
“Kai,” I groan. He twists his fingers in a corkscrew motion and I lose my shit. I’ve always been loud in the bedroom so it doesn’t surprise me when I start to cry out as my orgasm rips through me. But what does surprise me is how loud I am when I’m desperately trying to keep quiet.
My thighs shake around Kai’s hips, and I lose all power to help hold myself up. His hand comes back up to cover my mouth, muffling my groans, faster than I thought possible.