Malachi #3
His eyes trace over my lips, hooded with desire, his voice husky when he says, “No, I don’t think that’s what you wanna do, but we do need to talk. Should I put a shirt on so you can focus?”
“No! Don’t do that,” I say quickly as he moves to stand. I roll my eyes at the cocky smile that crosses his face. “What’s up?” I ask, stealing a piece of corn bread off his plate, taking a bite and putting it on my plate.
He steals it back, with a look, “Hey, you had your own, keep your hands off mine,” he says, jokingly with a smile. “Anyway, I got my acceptance letter today. It’s official, I’m goin’ to West Point.”
Grabbing his hand, I pull him close, “Kitten, that’s awesome! I’m proud of you.”
He looks down at the ground shyly and looks back up at me, a sadness in his eyes, “At least someone is.”
‘Sometimes his family pisses me off,’ I think, rubbing the back of his hand, “I know, Darlin’, I know,” I say. To distract him I ask, “So, what does that mean for us?”
He smiles at me, “Well, Mel will be at New Platz, about 45 minutes away from me. The first year she’ll have to live on campus, but after that Mel’s planning to get a place in Plattekill.
That’s about 25 minutes from West Point,” Kai explains, “I have to live on campus all four years, but will be there on weekends and for holidays.”
I nod and continue eating, listening to him ramble out all the plans. I’m pretty sure I know what he’s getting at but he’s just so cute when he rambles. Swallowing, I ask, “So what are we getting at here?”
Kai fiddles with his fork, looking down at his plate, clearly nervous as he says, “I want you to come out to New York as soon as you're off probation. There are a lot of jobs, cheap apartments and such around West Point. We can get away from all of this,” he finishes, waving his hand around.
Licking my lips, I set my fork down and look at him. “I’ll think about it. The money to do this? Where’s that comin’ from?” I ask.
Kai sucked in a breath before saying, “I was gonna go a little early and work in a nearby factory and put the money away. Mel’s lookin’ at some live-in Nanny positions to help pay some of the bills too.
She’ll probably leave when I do,” he says, watching me closely, light green eyes assessing my reaction to all these plans.
I look at Kai nervously playing with his napkin.
‘Could this work? I mean we would be out and free from all of this. I would be free of Mack and all his bullshit. We could be free,’ I think, placing my elbows on the table, rubbing my temples.
‘This is a lot to take in, but he’s so excited about this, I have to make sure I understand what he’s asking. ’
Licking my lips, I make sure I have everything right, “Okay, so based on what you said, I’ll have about three months of probation left when you guys leave, maybe a little more depending on when exactly you leave. I’ll save everything I can while workin’ here.”
Kai looks up at me, lips parted and hope in his eyes. “I’ll join you after Christmas break because you know you’ll probably be home for Christmas anyway.”
Kai jumps up, shoving his chair back, moving so fast that I barely had time to push back from the table before he was straddling my lap.“You mean it?” falls from his mouth as he settles in his newly claimed seat.
Sliding my hands from his hips, around to grab his ass to help support him, “Yes. We’ll start fresh out there in the new year.”
He leans down and kisses me softly, pulling back to rest his forehead against mine. “Now that we’ve got the talking outta the way, should we move this outside?”
Nipping at his neck, I squeeze his peach ass, smirking as I answer, “Yeah, Kitten. Grab my bag. I’ll do the dishes and then we can definitely take this outside.”
Kai
I stood outside the van, waiting for Dax to join me. Checking my watch, not knowing how much time I had left, but hoping it was enough for what I had in mind tonight. Glancing at the back door I hope that Dax is almost done as I light a cigarette.
He didn’t leave me waiting long and I traced his body with my eyes as he walked toward me with his trademark swagger. The sway of his hips was a sight to behold as he got closer.
I reach for him once he’s close enough, opening the door of the van so we can climb in. Once inside, Dax reaches for his backpack, pulling out a couple of the beers and handing me one. Cracking them open, we take a sip.
Watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, I lick my lips, motioning with my head and tapping my thighs where I wanted him. “C’mere,” I say.
Watching confusion turn to realization on Dax’s face, I felt excitement bubbling inside. We had talked about it a bit and tonight I was gonna give him what he wants. He wanted to be man-handled and I was gonna deliver.
Watching as Dax climbs into my lap, my eyes flutter shut.
His lips brush against mine lightly and I gasp softly at the tingles that erupt where our mouths meet.
Sliding my hand into his hair, I grip the back of his head and pull him back to meet my gaze.
His eyes track my hand as my knuckles graze over his shirt, down his torso, stopping at the hem.
His eyes trail across my abs, he licks his lips, taking in all the changes up close before drifting over my chest and back to my face.
I sit still, toying with the hem of his shirt, letting him look.
My knuckles skim the bare skin of his hip and he leans in for a kiss.
I pull my head back, chuckling, and in a gravely whisper, say, “Nope, not yet. I wanna watch you undress for me.”
He breaks eye contact at that, his eyes drifting to the side.
Releasing my grip on his hair, I watch as he looks around the van, looking everywhere but me.
Our history surrounds us, pieces of his artwork are hung here and there, a few pictures scattered in between.
Pictures of us, some of me with the girls, some of him and Mel.
Old blankets are spread across the worn out seat turned bed underneath us, others are tossed haphazardly in places easy to grab when needed.
Grabbing his chin, I bring his gaze back to mine and ask, “You good, Baby?”
Reaching behind him to pull his shirt off, “Never better,” he says, darkened blue eyes locked on mine. The hooded look in his eyes tells me that he’s ready for whatever is going to happen.
This time when he leans in for a kiss, I let him, my hands slipping to his hips. The soft, silky smooth feel of skin on skin makes me tighten my grip on him. He grinds his hips down drawing a low moan from deep in my chest.
‘God this man drives me crazy. He knows all my buttons,’ I think, reaching for his belt. I fumble with it and he smiles into the kiss knocking my hand away to take over. With a flick of his wrist he pulls the belt from his pants and with practiced ease he pops the button.
Needing to feel more of him, I tap his hip and he moves from my lap, shifting backwards to slide his jeans off.
Eyeing his movements, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my sweats, lifting my hips to slip them off.
Once settled, I crook my finger, beckoning him to me.
Arms wrap around each other and like magnets, our lips meet in a searing kiss as hands roaming over bare skin.
As I trail kisses over his jaw to his ear our cocks brush together and he whimpers as I whisper, “All fours, Baby. I have plans to own you tonight.”
Dax’s deep chuckle vibrates through me as he shifts, surprising me when he grabs my chin, resting his forehead against mine, he brushes his nose against mine before saying, “You only own me, because you’re mine, Kitten.”
The low growl on the word Kitten makes me shudder as I think, ‘Yup, he owns me, body and soul.’
Maddox
Feeling the shudder run through Kai, I think, ‘Yeah I got my message across.’
Smirking, I lean in, placing a quick peck on his lips before moving off his lap and shifting to all fours. Peering at him over my shoulder, I see his gaze stuck to my ass. “See somethin’ you want Darlin’?” I ask.
As soon as the words leave my mouth his eyes snap to mine and he slowly moves closer. His eyes are dark, locked on me as he moves. Like a predator hunting his prey.
‘Thank God we installed tap lights in the van so I can watch him move.’ I think, noticing his hand moving towards our stash of lube in the van.
“Oh yeah, I see somethin’ I want. I see somethin’ I’m gonna have,” he says, leaning forward he whispers in my ear, “I’m gonna taste you.
” I shiver at the thought as I feel his hands push at the center of my back, adjusting me into the position he wants me.
My ass is high as I rest my elbows on a pillow.
‘Why is there a pillow down here?’ I wonder, before I realize, ‘Fucker planned this shit! Oh, I’ma hafta get him back for…’ all thoughts disappear when I feel his tongue trail along my empty hole, followed by soft kisses and nibbles as he settles in to worship my ass.
I’m lost to the sensations, when I realize what he’s planning.
Tensing up, I try to shift away from his curious mouth, squirming in his hold when I feel his elbow press into the small of my back as he sinks his teeth into my ass cheek.
I yelp, mouth opening to ask him what the fuck his problem is when I hear him speak.
“Tonight I’m gonna eat cake and you’re gonna be still while I do,” he says, commanding tone halting my struggle to move away.
Feeling his tongue drag across my clenched hole, I relax, “Ahh…m’kay.” I murmur, sinking into the feeling of his hands massaging my cheeks.
My eyes widen as he buries his face between my cheeks. His moans vibrate my whole body as he settles in for his dessert. ‘I may not be a fan, but my boy over here? Fuck! He’s into it,’ I think as the feelings sink in and I let go, ‘For him, I could get used to this.’