Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
CARTER
T he past week with Kai showed me new sides of him. He smiled more freely, laughed louder, and spoke as if we never hated each other. I’ve learned a lot about him, besides his love of knifing people and how good a cook he is.
Kai likes to read. Not like romance or fantasy books. But a lot of nonfiction. Books of war and the military, training his mind to think differently than any other mafia member I’ve ever met. He also likes dogs. It caught me by surprise that he liked animals at all.
“French bulldog,” he told me when I asked what his favorite breed was.
I wrinkled my nose as I tried to scoop some filling into the ravioli that was our project for the day. “Why?”
“They’re cute,” he said with a shrug as he helped me out.
We talked like we were a normal married couple, not two men forced together to keep our families alive. He’s nothing I expected but everything I wanted.
I always wanted what my mom and dad had, their easy love and acceptance, as well as someone that knew the game and how dangerous it was to be with someone like me.
With Kai, I have that. Not the love bit since he’s just getting past his dislike for me outside of when my dick is in him. But the other stuff. The acceptable understanding of what my life is like.
I have no illusions that we’re safe, that no danger exists for us right now. But we’re in the bubble where all is calm, and I want to relax before shit hits the fan.
My theater room is mostly unused, since I’m either at work, with Dad and Declan, or in my home office working on casino and family business. I had it built because I thought I’d have some downtime, but there’s hardly been a time that I could use it. With so many of our guys on security, walking around my house like I’m fucking Jon Gotti or something—I had more men patrol since Kai’s attack just in case the guys who put him in the hospital were affiliated—I figured I had some time to catch a movie.
I click through the channels, trying to find something that will take my mind off all the shit that’s going on around me. Something that will silence my reality and pull me into something that’s so far-fetched that I wouldn’t have a hope of it being real.
A movie adaptation from a book that was released a few years ago catches my attention. It has just enough action to keep my attention. I settle in with my feet on the table and popcorn in a bowl beside me.
A presence at my back makes my scalp prickle and my nerves dance with awareness. Only one person pulls that reaction from me.
When he makes no move to enter the room, I turn my head slightly, still watching the movie—the female lead is standing in front of a target and the male lead is throwing knives at her for fucks sake—and say, “You can join me, but don’t eat all my popcorn.”
“Mighty rich, you telling someone not to eat your food,” Kai says as he steps into the room.
I shoot him deadpan look. “I ate your food once.”
“That I know about.”
He sits at the end of the couch, mirroring my pose and throwing his feet on the table.
I figure he’d move closer, but when he settles in on his side of the couch, I shrug and focus on the television.
The movie is better than I thought it would be. The female lead has to figure out her life after leaving the family she grew up with. She falls in with the more carefree and wild faction of her society and must break free of the rigid upbringing she was raised in. I’m even feeling the romance aspect of the movie, since it’s not heavy handed.
About an hour into the movie, my head finds its way into Kai’s lap and he’s running his fingers through my hair. I’m not sure how it happened since I don’t remember moving. One minute I was leaning back on the couch, shoveling popcorn in my mouth, the next, my eyes are drooping from how good his fingers feel dragging across my scalp.
It’s been years since someone has played with my hair. The women and men I fucked never stayed long enough for my cum to dry on them to get this close to me. The last person to rub my scalp was my mother. This feels good, familiar.
Kai makes a noise in his throat that has my eyes snapping open. The female lead and her love interest are climbing a Ferris wheel for reasons I have no clue about since I was dozing off. “What is it?” I ask. “Afraid of heights?”
He shakes his head. “No. It just looks fun.”
“Climbing a Ferris wheel? Okay, daredevil.”
Kai chuckles and pulls at the strands of my hair, turning my head to face him. The sting against my scalp feels good. He sees the heat flare in my eyes when I meet his gaze, since his eyes go half lidded. “No,” he says in a semi normal voice. “The Ferris wheel. It looks like fun.”
“You’ve never been on a Ferris wheel?” I ask incredulously.
Kai looks at me as I sit up, almost like he thinks I’ll think he’s broken. “Well, no. Pop said shit like that was frivolous, that we needed to focus on business. He said…only queer kids want to do soft, pansy shit like that.”
I swear to fucking god if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll fucking kill Charlie. I mean, I get it. This business isn’t for the weak or taking fucking vacations every other month. But going on Ferris wheels makes him soft? I went on Ferris wheels to impress girls and finger fuck them on the cars while we were high in the sky. Ain’t nothing about that being for queer kids.
I keep that tidbit to myself. He might try to deny it, but Kai is just as obsessed with me as I am with him. If I told him about any girls I used to fuck, I’m sure he’d track them down and slit their throats with one of those knives he so adept at using.
“I’ve been on a Ferris wheel plenty of times,” I say, pointing to my chest, “and there’s nothing soft about me.”
Kai looks miserable for a second, then a mask drops over his face and he quirks his lips in a half smirk. “I don’t know, Carter. Your lips are kinda soft.”
I give him a dry look, but I allow him to drop the subject. It’s probably one of those things he doesn’t talk about to anyone. I’ll respect it for now. But he’ll have to tell me why he didn’t just go on his own. I saw him out and about with his weird ass friends on multiple occasions. He could have gone, and Charlie would have been none the wiser.
“Get your mind out of the gutter,” I tell him, though my lips do twitch.
“What?” he asks too innocently. “I was just saying. You said there’s nothing soft and I proved you wrong. Although,” he pulls me over until I’m stretched on top of him and his hands come down on my ass, squeezing my cheeks hard, “this is pretty soft too.”
My cock hardens as I settle between his legs. “Not here though.” I roll my hips so he can feel my rigid length.
The fact that he’s using his body to pull me away from the conversation isn’t lost on me. But he’s warm and solid and fucking scorching under me. Looking down at his gorgeous face, I can’t wipe away the way he looks at me with such wide, trusting eyes with talk of shit Charlie put him through. I won’t. We have the rest of our lives to talk about his asshole of a father. Right now, it’s me and him. Our time. Charlie isn’t welcome here.
A soft breath leaves his lips and drifts across my face. “No, not there.”
Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull him up to meet my lips, kissing away his bad memories. Kai responds enthusiastically, opening for me immediately. He sucks on my tongue, moaning as he takes my taste into him.
I reach down, sliding my hand under his shirt, touching his hard abs and firm pecs. When I get to his left nipple, I tweak the flesh until it becomes a hard bud under my fingers. Kai gasps, pushing his hips up to meet my rock-hard erection for friction. I press harder into him, giving him what he wants.
Snatching my lips away, I tip his head to the side and kiss and lick and suck at the skin of his neck. I revel in how Kai’s hands grip at my back, holding on tight as he moans in my ear.
The noises he makes. Fuck me, they’re hot as fuck. So uninhibited, so loud, so fucking needy . His panting breaths spur me on and I attack his neck with fervor, leaving all kinds of marks on him. My fingers flick at his nipple, twisting it between my thumb and forefinger.
Kai curses, dragging his hands under my shirt and clasping at my back. “Carter, please. Fuck me.”
I chuckle against his neck and he shivers. “Let me taste you first, Kai. You want me to taste you, right, pretty baby?”
“Anything you want.” His voice has dropped an octave, rolling over me like a wave. “Just please.”
God, I love the way he begs. He’s not used to giving up that control, but he relinquishes it to me readily. Since we started to be more intimate, he’s been showing me a side of him I didn’t think existed. He submits to me, trusting me with his pleasure. And I’ll give him everything he needs.
I pull his shirt over his head, then sit back on my heels to admire his body. Kai is fucking jacked. He’s wide in the shoulders and his abs are prominent. He only has a few tattoos—nothing like how I’m decorated—and I can’t wait until I put my name on him. Marking him as mine permanently.
With soft fingers, I trail them up his abs, watching them twitch under my touch. Kai’s lips part, taking greedy pulls of air as he tracks the movement of my fingers. I want to touch and taste him everywhere, but my eyes are on the prize in his pants. His cock jumps and a small wet spot appears on his pajama pants.
Not able to wait a moment longer, I drop my hand and hook my fingers into his pants, dragging them off him. I thank my lucky stars that Kai doesn’t have underwear on, so I have nothing else to pull off as I lower myself in front of him and pump him once, twice, three times. The skin of his uncut cock moves back and forth, the head of his dick peeking out with every down stroke. He looks fucking delicious.
“You just gonna stare,” he asks in a voice that already sounds fucked out, “or are you going to taste me?”
I smile up at him, then try to swallow his cock whole. Kai isn’t small. So when he bucks up into my mouth with a hiss, I gag around him. Eyes watering, I pull away to catch my breath.
The smug grin on his face makes my chest feel warm and tingly in a way it’s never has before. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“Thought about fucking my face a lot, St. Clair?” I ask, lapping at his cockhead. “Must have been living rent free in your head for years.”
“Just to shut you up. I figured you’d be a good cocksucker, with those pouty lips.” He hisses when I swallow him again, careful not to deep throat him. “Fuck, just like that. Suck me harder, babe.”
I do what he says while my mind is going million miles a minute.
Babe? Does he even realize he called me a pet name? Will it be common, like how I call him my pretty baby? God, I hope so. I love that Kai is dropping his guard for me.
Only for me.
His fingers in my hair are hard, pushing me up and down on his cock. I gag, but I don’t stop sucking on him. My spit coats his cock and balls, making a mess out of him, but neither I nor Kai minds. In fact, it helps when I drag my finger down to his asshole and push a finger inside. Kai groans, cursing loudly as I fuck him with one finger then two. I curl my fingers when I deep throat him, pushing my hips into the couch when his hole clenches around my digits.
Popping off his cock, I suck his balls into my mouth, wetting them up more. Kai’s legs tremble as I push them up to his chest.
When I pull my fingers from his hole, I lower myself further and clamp my lips around his opening. “Fucking dammit,” Kai cries out. I smile against his ass, then suck at him, swallowing down his taste.
I feast on Kai’s ass, flicking my tongue around the puckered edges. His hole spasms against my tongue when I push it inside him. Spearing my tongue, I fuck him with it, driving him wild while I tug on his cock.
“Carter,” he pants, holding my head in both hands and rotating his hips into my face. “I’m going to come. Make me come with your tongue, babe.”
With pleasure . I double my efforts, licking and sucking at him with abandon. I raise my hand and flick my fingers across his right nipple, making it as hard as I made the left.
Flattening my tongue, I drag it across his hole over and over. When next I clasp my lips around his opening, Kai starts to tremble. A strangled sound leaves his throat and his hole flutters against my tongue as he comes. I peek up at him, watching his dick kicking off hands free, making a mess of himself. I spread my hand over his belly as I lick him through his release, rubbing in the cum that’s sprayed on his abs.
His heavy pants fill the air as I pull away from his tasty pucker. I watch as he struggles to look at me through sex drunk eyes. Climbing off the couch, I strip out of my clothes and sit back down. Kai yelps when I pull him up and set him on my lap, his back to me.
“Ride me, pretty baby.”
He looks at me over his shoulder, a lazy grin across his lips. “You’re gonna make me do all the work?”
I laugh as I arrange him until his wet ass is over my cock. “I just did all the work.” I touch his belly, still stained with his release. “Here’s your proof.” Then I stuff two fingers into his mouth, feeding him his release. Kai sucks at them, swallowing down his pleasure.
With a growl, I line up to his hole and slide home, all the way to the hilt.
Kai throws his head back, groaning loudly. The soft waves of his hair tickle my face.
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I hold him close as he raises and lowers himself on my dick. With my head between his shoulder blades, I breathe in deeply, trapping his scent into my lungs. I love the way he smells, like skin, rum and a scent that only belongs to Kai. I could get high off his smell.
His thighs flex against mine as he grinds on me. I lick a strip up his back as his tight hole strangles my cock every time he lowers himself.
“You ride me so good, pretty baby,” I murmur into the skin of his back. “Make me feel so good. Work this ass on my dick.”
Kai whimpers then turns to me, taking my mouth in a hard and messy kiss. I grip his chin, keeping our lips locked as I thrust up into him. When I peg that special spot inside him, Kai moans into my mouth, deepening the kiss and working his hole over me like a man possessed.
I grab his hard cock and jerk him, enjoying how he feels in my hand, hot, slick, and stiff.
He snatches his mouth away and presses his forehead to mine. “Oh, god, Carter.”
“Yeah, pretty baby. Feels good, don’t it?”
“So fucking good. How do you know me so well?”
I grin and kiss him again, tasting the pleasure on his tongue. “Because you belong to me.”
Kai shudders and blows his load again, his moans seeping into me, lighting me up and sends my own orgasm rocketing to the surface. I hold him tight and kiss him as I shoot my load deep into his ass. My groan flows through him and Kai gives me one in return. My arms tighten around him, keeping him close as I come and come in waves.
He sighs against my lips when I stop thrusting into him. “I’m a mess.”
Laughing, I kiss him again. “Yeah, you are. I like when you’re messy.”
Kai stands, my dick slipping out of his hole. I grip his hip with one hand, spread him open with the other and watch my cum leak from him. Seeing his wrecked pink hole, shiny and stretched from my dick, has my length twitching.
Leaning forward, I swipe my tongue over his pucker, licking inside. I collect some of my release and push it back into him with my tongue, wanting it to stay there.
Spinning him around, I pull him back to my lap and kiss him hard, trading my release with him. Kai grips my shoulders, eagerly sucking on my tongue.
He sighs into the kiss, gripping the back of my head so he can get all of my taste.
“You’re trouble,” I tell him, nipping at his bottom lip.
No one has ever left me so sexually fulfilled before. Everything I want, everything I crave, Kai possesses. His hot body, his tight ass, his easy submission, his big dick. He has it all.
“I could say the same about you,” he replies breathily. “Let’s get in the shower. Cum is drying on me and it’s uncomfortable.”
He stands again and I slap his ass. “You go ahead. I have to make a call, then I’ll join you.” I see the distrust in his eyes, and I try not to let it sting. We’ve spent more time not trusting each other than we did trying to work at our relationship. “I won’t be long.”
Kai folds his lips in but doesn’t voice any concerns. He puts his clothes on and walks out of the room. I watch him leave, then pull out my phone and call my dad’s right-hand man. I don’t know how, but since I was a kid, he’s been able to get his hands on just about anything, no matter how outlandish. Maybe he’ll be able to help me with my…project.