Chapter 5 #3
“Then do it,” Kai breathed. “Make me beg.”
And he forgot all about teasing as Price pushed deep and fucked him good and hard, holding him pinned to the unyielding countertop until he climaxed and collapsed over Kai’s back. Within moments he pulled free, making Kai’s breath hiss out, and walked away.
As Kai slowly straightened, he heard the sound of the shower going on and knew Price was occupied for at least a few minutes.
He leaned back against the counter and surveyed his throbbing dick.
He’d wanted to come with Price, or ask Price to jack him off, but he hadn’t.
Price was correct; this fucking wasn’t about him. It was a way to set his trainee free.
Experience had shown him that letting himself be used as a sexual object by his trainees made them less likely to kill him and more likely to feel as if they’d somehow beaten him.
No one except Rehz and Palk had ever realized that their efforts to hurt him were his secret pleasure.
Price would be disgusted if he knew what kind of sex Kai craved, that every time Kai begged he felt fulfilled . . .
He wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft and jerked hard three or four times until he came all over his hand and belly.
He’d have much preferred Price to do it for him, but that was unlikely.
A Tribute trainer wasn’t supposed to find his happy ever after with a trainee.
He might admire Price and lust after his elegant body, but the feeling obviously wasn’t mutual.
And at this point Price was far more likely to kill him than kiss him.
With a groan, he stepped out of his shorts, and headed for his own shower. Whatever happened next, he was fairly confident Price was going to survive, and that made it all worthwhile.
Aled stretched out on the couch and sipped his kvas as the last runner for his home team came in to play.
Fucking Kai had helped him mellow out a little.
He glanced over at his trainer, who was also watching the game.
Kai had just come out of the shower and wore nothing except a tight pair of white boxers that contrasted nicely with his dark, muscled torso.
His hair was still damp, and little rivulets of water ran down over his chest and abs.
The boxers did nothing to hide the thickness of his cock and balls, the fabric clinging to them as if desperate to show Aled every contour.
He returned his attention to the game. What the greez was he doing staring at Kai’s cock?
His own shaft twitched. He wanted to fuck again.
Correction: he wanted to fuck Kai Mexr again, wanted that arrogance and strength stretched out underneath him while he fucked his brains out.
Aled fingered the cold bottle and eyed Kai consideringly. Would he put up a fight? Had their previous encounter been just a sop to stop Aled from killing him? Somehow Kai had come to mean something to him. All he had to do was work out exactly what it was.
Kai looked over at him. “What?”
Aled stared at him as his own cock continued to grow. He finished his kvas and, bottle still in hand, got up and went over to Kai’s seat. Kai went still, his muscles bunching, his gaze fixed on Aled’s face.
Aled rimmed the lip of his kvas bottle with his thumb. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
“I want a mansion by the lake, but we don’t all get what we want.” Kai put down his bottle. “If you want my mouth, you’ll have to fight me for it.”
“Fine by me.” He launched himself on top of Kai and the couch flipped backward. This time Kai wasn’t so cooperative, and Aled had to fight him in earnest. But his rage carried him, his pure, unadulterated fury no match even for Kai’s practiced military efficiency. Aled simply had to win to survive.
Eventually, Aled had his knee on Kai’s throat and one of Kai’s arms locked behind his back.
He shifted his stance until his knees were astride Kai’s massive shoulders.
His towel had fallen off and his cock was dripping pre-come onto his trainer’s face.
From that vantage point he could also see down Kai’s body to the huge bulge of his cock still constrained in his boxers.
“Suck me.”
Kai growled, but his tongue came out to lick at the strands of come. Aled angled his hips until his cock pushed against Kai’s lips. “Do it.”
Kai opened his mouth and Aled took up all the space, cramming himself down Kai’s throat as hard and fast as he could, making the other man choke and swallow to keep up.
He kept pistoning in and out until he could only think about that exquisitely rough sensation and nothing else—except the oblivion he sought and needed to survive.
He came hard, almost pulling out so he could watch his come explode in Kai’s mouth and overflow onto his chin and throat.
Kai’s hand moved to cup his own cock, and Aled shoved it away.
Pushing himself as deep as he could inside Kai’s mouth, he leaned forward and put his hand between Kai’s thighs until he was able to pull down the back of his boxers and leave his cock and balls still covered. Kai groaned and spread his knees wide.
“Touch me.” Kai’s mouth moved around Aled’s rapidly regrowing cock.
“Shut up.”
Slicking his fingers through the come decorating Kai’s face, Aled pressed his middle finger against Kai’s tight hole, easing inside and widening it with a second finger. Reaching up, he found the ice-cold kvas bottle and smoothed come over that too before introducing it to Kai’s ass.
“Cold,” Kai gasped as Aled manipulated the first few inches of the bottle in and out of him. “Gods.”
Aled liked seeing Kai’s ass like that, taking the bottle, his cock so wet now that his white boxers were transparent.
“Please.”
“How much can you take, Kai? How wide can I make you? Wide enough to take a fist?” Kai’s hips bucked again and he took more of the bottle. “What if I ram it up inside you right now? Would you take it?”
Kai cursed around his cock, back arching as he came, soaking the fabric of his boxers while Aled held the bottle deep.
Part of him wanted to go down on Kai’s cock and make him hard again.
He shuddered at the thought of taking anything solid into his mouth.
Had the Ungrich spoiled his desire to be fucked forever?
Would he learn to deal with a cock up his ass or down his throat?
He pulled away from Kai and lay back on the floor, one hand wrapped around his rapidly deflating cock.
He cleared his throat. “How long did it take you?”
“To want to be penetrated?” Of course Kai knew exactly what Aled was asking him. He shrugged his shoulder, nudging Aled’s. “Not very long. I wanted a nice hard dick to make me forget about all that Ungrich slime.”
“How about with females?”
Kai shuddered. “Fucking a wet cunt was difficult. Going down on a woman took a long while . . . a long while.”
“I don’t know what I want anymore.” Aled said the words out loud and realized he meant them. “The whole idea of having sex or being fucked is problematical.”
Kai came up on one elbow and looked down at him. “You can fuck me as much as you like.”
“As long as I fight you first.”
Unbelievably, Kai’s rare smile flashed out. “We have to make it interesting. You wouldn’t want a male who simply got on his knees and took it, would you?”
Aled’s cock grew even more. “I don’t know. The thought of you on your knees does have its appeal.”
Kai rolled over, got to his feet, and stripped off his soaked boxers. “You’ll have to think of a way to get me down and keep me there first.” He stretched his spine. “I’m going to bed.”
Aled watched Kai go and couldn’t help but admire the firm curve of his ass.
He wanted that ass. Kai was right. It did help him forget.
More importantly, it made him have to admit that Kai Mexr had changed him just as much as the Ungrich had.
There was no way his former trainer would let him express that thought in words without wiping the floor with him, but perhaps there was another way.
Kai went into his bedroom and hit the shower. He was still hard, but he’d get one of his own personal toys out soon and take care of that problem. When he came back into his bedroom, Price was there, leaning against the closed door.
“I thought of a way to keep you on your knees.”
His heart rate bumped up. “Yeah?”
Price looked around the sparsely furnished bedroom. “Bring that chair into the center of the room.”
“You going to brain me with it?”
“No, I’m going to tie you to it.”
He fought down a shiver of anticipation. “With what?”
“While you were in the shower, I had a look in your closet, and I found something I remembered from the Tribute facility. Your box of tricks.”
“So?”
“That’s how I’m going to tie you up. Then I’m going to make you wish you’d never been born.”
“By fucking me?” Kai managed a disdainful shrug. “I’ve survived Palk and the Ungrich twice. You don’t scare me.”
His gaze fastened on Price’s hand as his ex-trainee opened the box and drew out several cords.
“If I don’t scare you, you won’t mind kneeling down and letting me do my worst then, will you?”
For a moment, he hesitated. He was fairly certain Price was just doing this for revenge.
In which case it wouldn’t do either of them any harm if he submitted and helped Price move on from his Ungrich experience.
He’d been used hard before. He’d survived—and Price was an amateur compared to Palk and the Ungrich , probably even to Rehz, who was as unsentimental a lover as Kai ever begged for.
But could he take that from Price? A male who had earned his respect and his unwilling desire?
Palk gave him no choice. Rehz was a friend.
How would it feel with Price, who would be gone within a few weeks, maybe less?
Assuming Price didn’t choose to stay longer.
But even thinking that was ridiculous. What would Price ever want from him other than a hard fuck? What did he even have to give?