28. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Tossing everything I have with me on the desk, I kick off my boots, flop onto my bed, bury my face in my pillow, and yell out my frustrations as loudly as I can.
Esther did nothing but talk complete and utter bullshit for the past two and a half hours. And all I wanted to do was grab her by the arms, shake her, and tell her to kindly shut the fuck up unless she had something useful to say. Which, of course, she didn’t, because I didn’t ask. I couldn’t ask. And even if she does know about Kai, it’ll never be my place to talk about it behind his back.
Hell, will it ever be my place to talk about it to his face?
Fuck me dead. It’s hard trying to figure shit out on my own.
When I found out about Saxon’s trust fund, I had Romeo to help ease the burden, but… God, I’m selfish. I don’t think Kai has ever had anyone, and here I am complaining that it’s too hard on me.
“Jesse?” a timid voice seeks from the door.
I slide off my bed into a crumpled pile on the floor. Because for what other reason than to tell me he’s leaving, would Kai come and see me?
“I heard you come back.”
Crawling to the door, I use the knob as leverage to pull myself up. On the other side, Kai is standing barefoot in a pair of the baggiest track pants I’ve ever seen, and an equally large long-sleeved t-shirt with the sleeves pulled down over his hands and bunched into his fists.
“Can I come in?” he asks softly.
“Oh, shit. Yeah, sorry.” I shake my head and back up, reaching out with my foot to kick some of the clothes on my floor to the side so he has a clear path to walk.
Shutting the door gently, I turn to where he’s standing by the desk. “Is your eye okay?”
“Did you really mean what you said today?” Kai asks, ignoring my question and staring at the floor between us. His balled hands are still clenching the excess fabric of his shirt, except now they’re pressed together just below his chin as he nervously chews on the cotton.
“Of course.” I tiptoe closer.
“All of it?”
“Every single word.”
“You don’t care that I’m… filthy?”
I half sigh, half smirk. “The only thing filthy about you is your mouth.”
Kai bites his bottom lip, his gaze now at my feet, watching as I creep closer. “I didn’t want them to do it. You know that, right?”
“Don’t be a daft prick!” I scold, now standing directly in front of him. My right hand rises to rest at the side of his face, and my thumb ghosts over the mark I left him with. “I got ya pretty good.”
“Sure did,” he exhales, tilting his head into my touch as I move so close my feet are now on either side of his.
“You’re in my room.”
He finally raises his eyes to look at me, and in them, I see an honest intention. A silent, yet genuine promise that he’ll allow me the chance to prove my words. “No sleepovers.”
“No sleepovers,” I repeat.
I feel Kai moving towards me, and my hand creeps from his jaw into his hair.
With only millimeters between us, Kai lets out a shaky breath, and I suck it down.
I slide my hand down from his hair and onto his chest so he knows I’m not forcing him to do anything.
And I let him kiss me.
Softly, because it’s what he wants.
Then deeper when he opens his mouth and laps at my tongue—our lips pressing firmer.
Kai’s hands find my hips, and he pulls me against him.
He moans into my mouth, “Bed?”
“If that’s what you want.”
Turning us ninety degrees, Kai pushes me back until our lips part and my legs hit the side of the bed. My eyes don’t stray from the lock he has on me until he prowls forward, grabs my tie, and yanks me into another passionate kiss.
Breaking away to catch my breath, I sit down as the satin slips from between his fingers and Kai moves to stand between my legs—his body drowning in those baggy clothes.
Undoing my tie, Kai slides it from beneath my collar. Then his hands are on my shirt, freeing each of the top buttons from within their holes.
My palms press flat against the front of his thighs, and I raise them. Only stopping when my fingers slip over the waistband of his sweats and brush his hip bones.
Looking down at me, Kai gathers the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head.
I gulp and stare at him because it’s not perverse anymore. I can look all I want.
He doesn’t have hard abs bulging from beneath his tattoos, but I prefer it that way. His adonis muscles are slight, but there, and tighten as he flexes under the touch of my thumbs. And his torso is littered with sexy-as-fuck bruises that only I’ve been permitted to see.
The mattress dips below his knee as he pushes me back onto it. His other knee lands just below my crotch as he looms down at me—the loose fabric of his pants now betraying how much he wants this.
Nibbling the tip of his tongue, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and runs them back and forth. “You look a little uncomfortable down there.”
“Only you can change that,” I tell him, propping myself up on my elbows.
His body slumps forward—his weight caught by his hands as they land on either side of my shoulders.
Kai’s breath is so heavy I can feel it as he hovers over me in complete control. Exactly where I’ve wanted him to be for what feels like forever.
Leaning down, he ignites another desperate kiss and grinds his hard-on against my thigh as he rubs his hips against mine.
Shifting his weight to one side, his free hand unfastens the remaining buttons of my shirt. Separating it, he scrapes his fingernails down my chest.
Closer…
Closer…
Over my belt.
Kai studies my face as he scratches my swollen cock through my khakis—sucking on his bottom lip when I groan in frustration.
“Do you only plan on teasing me?” I hiss.
“I think it could become my favorite thing to do,” he exhales against my neck, his hand now rubbing me.
I buck up against him. “Please.”
“Please, what? Pretty boy,” he rasps in my ear—the words reverberating through my chest and shooting straight to my pulsing cock.
“Just… Please.”
“Uh-uh.” Kai removes his hand. “I want to hear what you want.”
My god, he’s intoxicating.
So commanding.
“I…”
I want you to rip my pants off and suck my dick.
I need you against me with no clothing between us.
“I…”
“You…” Kai’s teeth clip at my ear.
“I… You… Take off my pants… Touch me.”
“Mmm,” he growls and nips at my jaw. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re flustered.”
“You too, except not…” My words pant out into incoherent nothingness as Kai makes quick work of my belt, unzips my fly, forces his hand into my pants, and grabs me through my underwear. “Fuck!” I gasp. “Off… Pants…”
“Yes sir, sexy caveman,” he smirks—reversing off the bed.
Small is something I’ve never been. But I feel insignificant just lying here, so pathetically turned on that I can’t form sentences, but also not wishing to be anywhere else in the entire world.
Raising my hips, he peels the skin-tight khakis from my legs. Discarding them behind him, he crawls back over me—his eyes raking up my body as his hands slide up from my knees. His fingers slip beneath the bottom of my boxer briefs. His thumbs massage my inner thighs, and I can barely combat the compulsion to touch myself.
Kai nudges my legs apart. Kneeling between them, he grips his cock through his track pants. “Fuck. You look so hot… Take it out.”
I stare up at him.
“Show me,” he insists.
With my heart beating erratically, I tug down my briefs until my dick bounces up to hit my stomach before settling.
“Un-cut.” He quirks his brow.
“British boy,” I respond, my tongue tracing the seam of my lips as I wrap my fingers midway down my shaft. Pulling down, I expose the head, the crisp air of the room cooling my rapidly overheating body as it blows again the pre-cum dripping from my tip.
“Fuck, you look good beneath me,” Kai croons, raising his chin, his eyes brazenly glaring down through hooded lids.
“Don’t get used to it,” I taunt back, lifting my knee to rub the inside of his thigh. “Your turn.” I look towards his bulge. “Only if you want to.”
One hand reaches beneath the excess fabric and the other pushes it as far down his legs as he can reach, revealing that his hand is already running languidly up and down his length. Letting go, he brings that hand to his mouth and spits in his palm. Returning it, he runs his thumb over his darkened and slick head, mixing it with the saliva.
Holding our positions, we study each other’s movements. Our differing techniques. The faces we pull when completely consumed by a lust we still don’t know what to do with.
With an almost pained grunt, Kai’s shoulders fall, his head drops, and the top of his abs tense as his hand pumps faster.
I drive up into my fist, squeezing harder. Torn between wanting to come and forcing it to last as long as possible.
Without warning, Kai stops and pries my grip from my hungry cock.
Holding both hands above my head, he kisses up between my pecks. When he reaches my neck, his dick bounces against mine and I raise my hips. “So thirsty, pretty boy.”
Before licking along my jaw, he pushes down against me.
My head drives into the mattress. “More,” I beg.
Releasing my left arm, Kai drags his hand down it, onto my chest, and to my stomach until he has a hold of me—his hand effortlessly sliding along my length.
“It’s a lot easier to work with.”
“Guess us Brits are onto something.”
“Maybe…” He trails off. Anything more he could say on the topic would be pointless because the way he’s working me—his wrist twisting with each up-stroke—is making me see stars.
“Fuck,” I keen with my jaw squeezed tight. “So good.”
He rubs his nose against my cheek. “Nice to know I’m not the only one who thinks so.”
Turning my head, I seek out his lips and suck on his bottom one, longing to have his tongue dominate my mouth again. But he smirks, kisses me chastely, and laps the tip of his tongue against mine—teasing me forward. Taking the bait, I follow after it, my mouth crashing into his as I chase it down. A satisfied hum permeates between us as he continues to taunt me until I delve in as far as I can and scoop down on his tongue. With a low groan, he forces his lips against me harder, almost daring me to stick my tongue straight down his throat.
Pulling back, Kai lets go of my dick and just stares at me. His pupils are blown out and his eyes are glossy with a strange kind of fierce thankfulness. Pressing his fingers to his swollen lips, he drags them down until he’s gripping his neck—his jaw slack and lips parted.
Running purely on instinct, I copy his movements and drag the tips of my fingers along his bottom lip.
He inhales sharply.
His expression begs for more.
Careful of my movements but also wanting to please him, I grip his cheeks and dig my fingers in. A deep, wanton grunt falls from his lips, and his tongue slinks out of his mouth to run along the webbing between my thumb and forefinger.
“You like that?”
He nods, but I jerk his head back to look at me straight on.
He moans. Greedy.
“You want more?” I trace along his bottom lip again. “Do you want me to fuck your mouth with my fingers?”
His eyes all but roll back in his head at the sound of my words.
Desperate to see him happy, I hook my three middle fingers over his bottom lip until they are just inside his mouth.
Dropping his hand from around his neck, he dives between our bodies and starts jerking himself off.
Bobbing his head, Kai forces himself onto my fingers—licking between them before sucking back and driving them against the back of his tongue.
“Fuck,” I hiss, pumping my cock as I fuck into his mouth.
His moans tickle my palm and I push harder.
He gags. Coughs. Stops jerking off to grab my wrist when I pull out of his mouth.
“I’m sorry,” I say, worried I’ve pushed him too far.
“Don’t ever apologize to me for something I asked for.”
“I won’t,” I promise, taken back—and way too fucking turned on—by the way he just growled at me.
“Make us come.”
I look at him; excuse me?
With a dominative snicker, he licks my fingers like a lollipop then says, “Do it, Jesse. Make us come with one hand while you fuck my mouth with the other.”
Obedient to a fault, I look down between our bodies and hold my breath. This isn’t anything I don’t want to do. Even so, wanking off another guy is a giant mental hurdle.
Stilling my hand as much as I can so he doesn’t know how scared I am that I won’t do it right, I start pumping Kai but meet resistance.
Lifting my hand, I hold it beneath his chin. He spits into it, then with a satisfied grin, starts licking my other hand from the base of my palm to the tip of my middle finger.
Spreading the thick saliva around, I jerk him off until I get a feel for it, then hold my breath, look between us, and try to line myself up with him.
Kai moves into a better position, and I squeeze my eyes shut at the sensation of his balls resting against mine.
Our breaths hitch in unison as my slim—but strong—fingers wrap around us. The undersides are forced together as I drag my hand up and down, the cloud of want around us intensifying.
Kai nibbles on the tips of my fingers, and I plunge all four of them straight in as deep as they’ll go.
Completely submitting to me from his position of dominance, Kai’s hand slips from around my wrist and works as hard as it can to keep his body supported above me.
He gags on me, and I pump us faster.
He splutters again, and thick, viscous saliva seeps from the corners of his mouth.
Pulling out, I let him catch his breath and smear his spit all over his cheeks and chin.
He licks his lips and sticks out his tongue for more, but I grasp his throat. “You’re only filthy for me… You and that world only ever exist with me. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” he almost whimpers, on the verge of tears.
“Good. Now come for me.”
Burying my fingers back in his mouth, Kai bucks against me as we fuck my fist as one.
Thighs rub together.
Our groans grow louder.
I grip tighter.
“Fuck… Are you ready?”
Kai nods, and as my pumps grow savage, his shoulders round and he bites down on my knuckles.
I moan out—feeling Kai’s cock pulsing against mine as both of our cum sprays my stomach.
My hand falls from his mouth, and he collapses onto his elbows. His chest pushes against mine as we pant heavily, our cum smearing between us.