Chapter Seven #2
I move backward under the assault until my back is pressing against the window with our swords crossed in front of my chest. His face is slowly getting closer. His gaze is filled with outrage and threats.
“You’ve fucked other men?” he snarls, leaning toward me over the swords.
He doesn’t care about getting cut by the blades as he reaches my face and bites my chin.
I let out a startled grunt at the quick stab of pain, from both his teeth and the coldness of the metal brushing my chest. But it’s quickly followed by a groan at the pleasure Aki’s thigh grinding into my dick gives me.
I look at him. His eyes are electric, filled with determination, his teeth gritted, his cheeks flushed. Damn, he’s playing dirty.
“You thought they were hotter than me?” His hissed words are followed by a harder thrust of his thigh that brings my dick to half-mast. Then he grabs a handful of my balls and squeezes.
“Ugh! No, I didn’t. Fuck,” I growl, fisting his hair hard and pulling his head back until he whimpers before shoving him off me.
“No underwear, bunny?” he spits out. “Didn’t know you like freeballing when you are alone. That’s just another thing you kept from me to add to the list.”
Is he still upset because of that? I dodge a first kick—I guess we are mixing things up now—and then deflect the second one.
His blade comes down, nicking my forearm as I keep blocking his knee.
I’m slower than him, but when Aki isn’t a hundred percent focused on the fight, he tends to favor his left, overcompensating for his natural right-handedness.
And right now he’s venting on me out of childish jealousy.
Still, the fire in every movement his lean body makes, when he bends and stretches or gracefully spins and twists, leaves me in awe and makes my cock swell.
“Not answering?” His eyes shine as our blades lock once again. “Did your thought train derail? You were so happy with your brother. Now you are back to your ornery self. Have I always been the cause of such a dark mood?”
He has a wounded look on his face as sweat rolls slowly down his neck. It hits me right in the chest, but I can’t keep indulging him. All of my suppressed feelings are surging up, and I’ve had enough.
“How can you say that?” I twist my wrist and neatly catch his blade with mine, flicking it out of his hand and sending it spinning away across the floor where it lands with a clatter. My execution was swift and precise, and for a moment, Aki gazes at me with admiration.
That doesn’t stop me from flinging my sword after his as I bark, “Before meeting you, I was fucking lost, miserable, reckless. I had nothing to lose, nothing to live for. I was merely existing in a bleak reality where I wished it would keep raining until my tears turned into water, filled my lungs and I drowned. Is this the shit that you want to hear?” I grab the torn collar of his shirt and yank him against me, forcing him to place his hands over my chest to keep balance.
Those long, thin fingers feel like a brand on my damp skin.
“I want to hear everything, River. Every-fucking-thing. I want the good, the grim, and the gory. I want it all.” His eyes have gone wild, his hair messy, and that damn shirt dangles on one side, revealing the smooth skin of his shoulder.
His teeth continue digging into his lower lip mercilessly.
Nothing has ever set my heart hammering like this, nor left me almost shaking with the need to touch, knead, own.
Why him? A man who could never be mine. Nevertheless, he’s the center of my world.
It feels like I’m trying to hold on to that old misery.
Isn’t that the reason why I chose this life?
I’m good at what I do, and I enjoy it. But I can’t keep sabotaging it.
I need to draw a line. I let go of his collar and take a step back.
“We can’t always have what we want, Aki,” I state with as much resolution as I can.
“Oh, but I fucking can! I cheat, I scheme, I even use force if I have to. But I always win. And you should know that.”
“The fuck do you want from me, Akira?” I hit my chest with a fisted hand, sick and tired of his self-centered, confusing attitude. Why is he even here if he loathes this attraction between us? To play with me until I reach my limit?
“Didn’t you hear me? Everything!” he shouts.
“You already have it!” I snarl back. “What else can I possibly give you? My damn soul?”
He chuckles like a crossroads trickster demon. “The real question is what you want from me,” he whispers softly, brushing a finger over his collarbone. What’s with the seductive act now?
“You now get to order me around for an hour,” he reminds me. Because I disarmed him. “Tempted yet? You can make me do whatever you want, River.”
I am tempted to make him submit to me once again, too fucking much.
“What are you doing? You don’t want this.”
“What are you talking about? I do,” he quickly replies.
“You told me so,” I counter.
“No, I didn’t.” He huffs, sounding annoyed. “Look, resisting is futile. You know you want this.” Does he want it too? Aki never does something against his will, unless his aunt is the one imposing it. So what was all that hating talk near the taxi?
He starts walking backward. “You need to catch me first, though.”
The predator inside me urges me to catch him and cage him to do despicably pleasurable things to him, while the more rational side just wants to put him on my knees and give him a hard spanking.
My dick twitches at both images and swells to its impressive size as Aki lifts his hand and crooks a finger at me.
Provoking me. Daring me to go after him.
I can’t resist the challenge. I fucking enjoy the chase, the adrenaline rushing through my veins, the taste of sweet suspense building on the tip of my tongue, the sense of triumph overtaking me after succeeding.
Lust rolls through me, anticipation burns my chest, and the domineering impulse running through my veins pushes me to catch him.
As soon as I surrender to my urges, he spins and sprints toward the machines.
Bad move. I easily trap him between the treadmill and the bench press.
A weight plate suddenly rolls on the floor in front of me with a loud thud, sent there by him to block my path.
Aki peeks out from behind his disheveled locks to gauge my reaction.
I don’t see any remorse, only his sly scheming there, which makes me bite back a smile.
It won’t stop my advance. Another weight plate drops, and then another, slowing my steps without halting them.
I’m almost close enough to grab him when I see him glancing at the bench press just before he makes a fake left and then spins and goes right, letting his body fall back on the bench and sliding away. I don’t let him though.
I catch him by the leg and drag him back across the black leather.
When he tries to scoot back and kick me in the chest, I dodge the other leg and trap it against his side, both of them.
His fist comes at me next; I evade it and shift his weight.
He oomphs as I turn him over to his stomach—still twisting and fighting like crazy—until I have him pinned flat.
His shirt has risen up, and what I see makes me snarl like a wild animal.
My cock goes from half-mast to rock hard in an instant.
Fuck. Me.
His plump ass is barely covered by a scrap of purple lace with a slit in the middle that shows the crack between the cheeks and little bows on the sides.
All the blood rushes to my cock, turning it into granite.
My hand moves without me realizing it, sliding up his long spine, enjoying the feel of the soft, porcelain skin.
Aki shivers, and goose bumps spring up in the wake of my touch.
When I get to his nape, I grab the edge of the Henley and tear it right down the middle.
Before he has a chance to do anything, I use the fabric to bind his arms behind his back.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he grumbles, as I keep a hold on the shirt around his wrists.
I turn his face to the side so I can see it and wrap a hand around his slender neck, pushing away those thick locks. I tighten my grip just enough for him to know exactly who’s in charge. Me.
“You lost,” I remind him darkly, looming over him. “Don’t move.” Fucking hell, but in this position, he looks ready to be devoured. My thumb traces a vein on his throat, and I marvel at how it flutters and pulses.
I lift his ass up and pull it to the edge of the bench.
His pucker is pink and smooth, and when I spit on it, it drips, slicking his balls.
Then I crouch down and shove my face in his ass.
He lets out a loud cry as I slurp up his darkest essence.
The ring of muscle gives in under my assault, and my tongue delves deep inside him.
He opens up so well for me, letting me push right into his tight heat.
I let go of his wrists and wrap my hand around his cock, jerking it. The low moans escaping his lips, his taste in my mouth, and the warmth of his shaft traveling through my fingertips make all the blood rush to my head.
I’m tongue-fucking the shit out of his lush ass, relentlessly, going deeper and deeper inside him while his tight hole clenches repeatedly. But I need to loosen it more.
I move two fingers from his neck inside his mouth. “Get them good and wet, Aki,” I say while giving his ass crack a long, hot, wet lick. “Unless you want only the tip again.”
He groans, sucking my digits all the way inside his mouth, twisting his tongue to drench them in saliva.
When they are wet enough, I pull them out and rub the index finger around his entrance.
Slowly, teasingly, until he squirms, moans, and glares at me.
I stop my hand on his dick and give it a hard squeeze while I roughly push the spit-slick finger all the way in to my knuckle.