Kai #2
“What d’ya say to doin’ take out and make out? Or is your heart set on going out, Darlin’?” I ask, rolling my hips, dragging my cock between firm ass cheeks.
Kai
I shudder feeling Dax teasing and playing. ‘I don’t wanna go anywhere. I wanna stay right here, in this bubble we have created,’ I think as I roll over to look at him.
“I could go for take out and make out. We can do dinner out another day. It’s been a long two weeks. Besides, I finally have you in our bed, I don’t wanna let you out of it yet,” I say as he leans in, nuzzling our noses together. ‘He keeps this shit up and no one is eatin’ anything anytime soon.’
“Okay. Raincheck on our dinner date it is. Where do you wanna order from?” he asks, rolling off me to grab his phone.
Growl at him, “Really, just like that?” I ask, so hard that I give zero fucks about food right now.
His shoulders shake as he chuckles through his response, “Yup, just like that. Food first and then we can go back to bed.”
I slam my head back into the pillow with a huff, “Fine. Feed me. You choose, I don’t care,” I say, laying there, trying to think about anything but fucking him into the mattress as I watch him roll out of bed and pull on a pair of my sweats.
“I’m gonna have to get some clothes soon,” he says, walking towards the bathroom. I follow him, like a puppy, snagging another pair of sweats along the way, stumbling as I try to keep up and pull them on at the same time.
Leaning against the door frame as he finishes up and we switch places, I ask, “Why? I like it when you wear mine.” I finish washing my hands as he moves to stand in front of me, reaching up and wrapping his arms around my neck.
Leaning up, kissing the tip of my nose, “Yeah, but I’m gonna need work clothes and I don’t think ya want me goin’ to work in your grey sweats,” he says, batting his eyelashes, laughter glinting in his eyes.
I kiss his forehead, chuckling, “Hell no! No grey sweats outta the house. Target run tomorrow. Got it,” I say, playfully.
He grins and we finally settle on where to order from as we snuggle on the couch to wait for the food. He turns on the TV, picking an old action movie that we’ve both seen more than a dozen times.
When the door buzzes, I watch as Dax gets up to answer the door, swagger firmly in place as he grabs our order. Setting the food on the coffee table, we eat in semi-silence with just the movie playing in the background.
When we finish eating, I get up to throw away our garbage feeling a twinge in my knee. Settling back onto the couch, I throw my leg up against the back of the couch as Dax reaches out to rub my knee.
“Knee botherin’ ya, Darlin’?” he asks.
I shrug, “A little. Just need to stretch it out for a bit.”
Dax moves to kneel between my legs, pressing a kiss to my lips. He goes to pull back and I catch him, pulling him into me, deepening the kiss. ‘There’s something about him being over me that sounds better and better the more I think of it,’ I think, sucking on his bottom lip.
Groaning as he pulls away, leaning down and leaving a trail of sucking kisses across my neck.
He’s staking his claim, marking me up and I don’t give a fuck.
I’m his, so he can leave marks on every inch of skin if he wants.
He kisses up to my ear, nibbling my earlobe before whispering something about going back to bed and a better way for me to elevate my leg.
I nod and he moves to help me off the couch and pulling me down the hallway.
Leading me to the bed, he urges me to lay back before heading back to the living room.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I look at the door, confused about what he has in mind until he comes back with throw pillows from the couch.
Scrunching my face in question, I drop back down as he tugs at my sweats and places the pillows under my knee before joining me on the bed.
Smirking, he tosses a leg over me and straddles my waist, placing his hands on my chest for balance.
Reaching around I scratch my nails lightly down his back, loving the feel of his hands on me.
Making eye contact, he folds his hands over my chest, propping his chin on them. He looks at me, eyes assessing. Cocking his head to the side he asks, “Were you serious when you said you wanted me to fuck you?”
I smile, running my fingers through his hair, “I mean, yeah. If you want,” I say. With a shy smile, I continue, “I may have bought a few toys, thought it could be fun to switch it up every once in a while. Only if you want.”
He pauses to take in my answer, then reaches for the lube on the nightstand. “How about now?” he asks.
I gasp, “Um, y-yeah. I could be down for that,” trying to play it cool. Ever since I tried the first toy, I knew I wanted to try this at least once. Dax’s cock wasn’t long, but it was wide and there’s no one I’d trust more to try this with.
Dax moved to kneel between my legs, reaching out to stroke my cock to hardness, pausing to add lube to one hand. Testing the waters, he grazed his thumb over my hole and I shuddered as the contact, whispering, “Again. That felt good.”
Smirking slightly at my reaction, he bit his lip as he swiped the pad of his thumb in a circle over my opening, pulling soft mewls from my lips. His tongue swept across his bottom lip, he watched me closely as he slowly presses one finger inside, swirling it around to stretch me open for him.
Feeling the slight burn from the stretch, my eyes slide closed.
He pumps in and out slowly, allowing me to get used to the feeling.
A sweet moan falls from his lips as one finger turns into two and I shift my hips at the intrusion, sucking air between my teeth as I feel his free hand stroking my cock.
I relax into the sensations, letting Dax take the lead, when I suddenly feel cool air hit my cock instead of his warm hand wrapped around me.
My eyes pop open at the shock and I glance down, finding his hand wrapped around his thick member, eyeing where his fingers pump into me, his mouth dropped open at the sight before him.
Seeing the look of sheer want written on his face, my length twitches.
He slowly pulls his fingers out and watches my hole pulse around nothing, before pushing back in with three fingers and I groan at the feeling. My head tossed side to side as I beg him to give me everything. “Khayos! More. Please. More. I need you,” I say through a moan.
Shushing me, he reaches out grabbing a pillow from beside me and positioning it under me to lift my ass to the perfect angle.
Pulling his fingers from my tight hole he quickly adds lube to his cock, the tip an angry purple with how hard he is.
Feeling him notch the head against my hole, I bare down as he slowly pushes his way in.
It felt like he was trying to kill me as he filled me inch by inch. “Baby, I ain’t gonna break. Now, fuck me, dammit!” I grit out as I grip the sheets.
Grinning as I demand more, Dax grits out, “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and god damned ready to fuck you,” before softly adding, “let me have my fun.”
I let out a shaky breath when he’s finally fully seated, hips resting against me. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Dax leans over, drawing me into a soft, sweet kiss as he gives me time to adjust. The burn and stretch is more than I realized, but not painful.
I feel myself relax around him as we slowly make out. The burn subsides, but the need for more races down my spine and I give a sharp bite to his plush lower lip, growling through gritted teeth. “Fuck! Move! Fuck me Maddox. NOW!”
“Mmmm. My Kitten is feelin’ pretty bossy tonight,” he responds through a smile as he starts moving. He pumps his hips slowly at first before he finds his rhythm. Picking up speed, he shifts his hips until the head of his cock brushes against my prostate.
“Fuck yes. Ohhh, right there. Right there!” I moan, as a bolt of pleasure shoots down my spine and pools in my groin.
“Fuck! Kai! You’re so tight and hot,” Dax says through gritted teeth. “I don’t know how long I can last,” he groans out.
“I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep this up,” I say through a long moan. “Give it to me, Khayos! Fuck me like you own me!” I urge, trying to taunt him into completely letting go.
“Like I own you?” Dax asks, a feral glint showing in his eyes. Staring me down, he pauses his thrusts, shifting to move my legs. Resting my bad leg on his shoulder, he presses the knee of my good leg into my chest before jackhammering into me, relentless in his now vicious thrusts.
“There is no like about it,” he says through gritted teeth.
Shifting his hips to nail my prostate dead on, he punctuates the words I needed to hear with each thrust. “I. Own. You. Kitten. You. Are. Mine.” Growling on the word ‘mine’, he slams into me, pushing his hips flush against me and holding them in place as I cum untouched.
Following me over, he collapses on top of me, breathing heavily, cum covering heaving chests as sweat slicked skin sticks together.
We lay there for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, taking the moment in before he carefully pulls out and stumbles on shaky legs to the bathroom to wet a wash cloth.
My entire body tingles from pleasure and I breathe deeply as I wait for him to come back, grimacing as I feel his cum leaking out of me.
Dax lets out a soft groan at the sight when he walks back in.
Sucking his teeth, he licks his lips and swipes the wet rag over my puckered hole.
I shiver at the cool air as he finishes cleaning our mingled mess.
Tossing the wash cloth in the direction of the hamper, Dax crawls into bed next to me and I pull him into my arms. As we cuddle up together, with me settling in as the big spoon, he looks over his shoulder and asks, “So? How was it?”
I kiss the back of his neck and bury my nose into him there, inhaling the scent of sweat-slicked skin before answering quietly, “It was perfect for my first time.”
Turning over in my arms, he slides a hand to cup my cheek, looking at me head on as he asks, “First time? You’ve never?”
Shaking my head, I reply, “No, that was the first time. In my head, it had to be you. Only you. I never trusted anyone before you. Not enough to let them…”
Dax presses a soft, sweet kiss to my mouth, cutting me off, “Shhh, Darlin’ you don’t hafta say anything else. Thank you for trusting me with it. Now, sleep. We can talk more tomorrow,” he says, turning back over and snuggling back into my chest.
Kissing the back of his neck, I mumble, “Okay. I love you.”
Dax pulls the hand wrapped around his waist up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to my fingers as he says, “Love you too.”
We lay there in silence, wrapped around each other in our favorite place to be.
His breathing slowed and I knew he was asleep.
Sighing in content, my eyes slip closed as I savor the moment.
This was only the first of many nights together, but it was the first where there weren’t kids screaming or bars on the windows.
Smiling, I leaned in, inhaling his scent once more as I drifted to sleep.