Chapter 9 #2
“Fuck, Gwenna.” I clench my jaw, try not to rip out her hair as I restrain my hips from jerking. Where’d she learn to do that?
“I like,” she murmurs, glancing up at me again. “Didn’t it hurt?”
Taking a needle to the dick seven times in a row? “It didn’t feel great,” I pant as she sucks lightly at the tip. “But, you know.” Now the edge of her thumb is brushing lightly over the bars, and I have to lean my head back against the wall, eyes closed, so I don’t black out. “I lived.”
“Glad to hear it.”
She takes me in her mouth again—everything. Deep.
I shudder, gasping. Everything south of my ribs is molten liquid, pure electric pleasure, to the point I’m shocked I’m still upright. This is not going to be an all-time Kai Pendragon endurance record. And honestly—
I make a strangled, keening sound as Gwenna hums around my dick.
—honestlyI’mokaywiththat. Fuck. I grab around for balance, finding nothing until I finally clutch the edge of the weapon rack to my right.
No, it’s good, I think. I’m pistoning into her now, grabbing the back of her head with my left hand to shove myself deeper, my balls tight and my dick hard as iron.
Because the sooner I come, the sooner we’re not at risk of someone strolling into the salle and catching me all but face-fucking this beautiful…
My fingers loosen in her hair.
Jesus. I have to stop.
“Gwenna,” I rasp. I slow down, way down, stroke the edge of her face to get her attention. “Gwenna?”
I look down. She doesn’t hear me. She doesn’t stop.
Oh, fuck.
“Gwenna,” I say urgently, the pressure building right back up again. “Gwen—nnh.”
I flex my abs, exhale hard with the effort of stopping myself.
Because I don’t want to—I don’t want to surprise her.
Or worse, make her think I expect that. That I’m that kind of asshole.
But I am also so fucking hard. And she is so…
She tightens her lips.
…fucking…
She rolls her tongue.
good at this.
She moans around my cock.
Fuck. Fuck. That was too much, the first light little throb is teasing right at the edge, and—and—
She grabs my right hip, pins me to the fucking wall, and I come, helplessly and hard and deep into her throat.
I slide to the ground. A heap. Gwenna sidles up to me as I sit there, panting, and nestles her head into the crook of my shoulder.
For a minute, we just sit like that, her breath feathering over my collarbones and my heart rate slowly dropping back towards normal.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I whisper into her hair, once I can muster the words. “You didn’t have to—”
“I know.” I can hear the smirk in her voice. “Not sure there was much stopping you, though.”
My face glows hot. “Yeah, well. Um. Sorry. I’m…not exactly known for my self-control, right? So you can’t just let me—”
“I can too,” Gwenna interrupts.
Okay, I think. Sure. “I guess so,” I mutter. “Don’t get why, but…”
She just tips her head up an inch or two, presses a kiss into the corner of my jaw. “Because it was hot, is why.” She licks her lips. “And because, I don’t know. I trust you not to go too far with me.”
Fuck. No. That is not what I needed to hear. I scrub my free hand over my face. “God. Don’t say that.”
“Which part?” Gwenna frowns. “Actually, no. I’ll say whatever I want. It’s the truth.” She brings her lips close to my ear. “I trust you, Kai.”
I trust you. The words are slow to settle in my brain, but she keeps going.
“I mean, you did stab someone for me, Kai. You think I’m not going to let you come in my—”
“Kai?”
Shit. Footsteps, the stairs—Kingston. Shit. I fly to my feet, yank Gwenna up with me, zip my pants in half a second and barely have my belt redone when my foster brother steps into the salle.
“Over here,” Gwenna calls, waving. I bug my eyes out at her—what the fuck are you thinking—but snap to attention as King arrives.
“Hey.” He nods at me, then at Gwenna, smiling slightly. “Hi. Fancy seeing you here.”
Does he notice? No. Maybe? No. He’s just surprised she’s here, but normal surprised, not suspicious surprised, I’m 90% sure. I try not to stare too hard at his face for clues, and also try to blink myself back to full consciousness. Shit, I’m probably dehydrated now.
“Hi yourself,” Gwenna says back. “Kai was just showing me all the new weapons,” she adds. Cool and casual as all get-out. “You’ve got a nice little armory going.”
Shit. Suddenly she’s good at lying and giving head? Feels like a dangerous combo. But working in my favor, I guess. I take the opportunity to suck down a few more lungfuls of air.
“Nice.” Kingston nods, looks at me. “You said the grip came in for my foil?”
“Oh. Yeah. Yeah, it did.” I blink, then snap to life and motion him over. “Check it out.”
“I’ll leave you guys to it,” Gwenna says smoothly. “Thanks for the show-and-tell, Kai.”
Goddamn it. She thinks she’s so clever, giving me that little wave over Kingston’s shoulder and disappearing up the steps like that.
She is, of course. She is that clever, and cute, and sexy, and talented, and…
“This one?” Kingston taps one of the foils in the rack, frowning.
“No, no.” I step to his side, indicating. “Over here.”
And…and I don’t know what else. I don’t know what kind of girl she is.
Besides ours.