Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
JAX
I feel like we’ve kept it pretty civil, but every time I see him, I turn into a feral animal ready to leap. Because, being this close to him, feeling this free and open, does things for me. And even now, sitting on the couch, I can’t help the bulge tenting the front of my shorts.
This whole fucking place smells like him, and it does nothing to help the desire that’s building inside, so I need to get out, at least for a little bit.
Fuck, the best place to go right now is the beach, let the salty air take away all my problems. Thankfully, this house has come stocked with towels in the hall closets for this exact reason.
I could go all the way to the other side of the house to get my own, but it’s so far in comparison to Kai’s, and I’m sure he won’t mind.
I swing my legs dramatically off the couch to make my way down the hall in search of what I need.
It doesn’t take me long, and, as I open the door, the sound of running water has me pausing.
Well, it’s more than the running water: it’s the grunting while the water is running.
My skin erupts in goosebumps, and even more arousal floods me as I stand there, motionless, listening in like this is something I’ve paid for.
Holy shit. He’s fucking jacking off, and so fucking close to me. This is now the second time that I’ve caught him in the act.
I’m totally invading his privacy, this is so wrong on so many levels, but I can’t get my feet to move again. I’ve been sucked in, just wanting to be a fly on the wall.
I’m so hard, I can’t take it one second longer.
I hope for the best as I undo the button on my shorts, unzip the zipper, and pull my erection from its confines.
I grab a towel and balance it with one knee so it’s ready to catch my release as I stroke myself.
There’s not even any lube, but I’m so turned on, it physically hurts.
I spit in my hand and use the precum leaking from the tip to coat my shaft to ease the discomfort as my hand strokes in time to his sounds.
I’m not going to last long, my balls drawing up as my hips thrust into my fist, chasing my release.
I bite my lip, chewing to keep myself quiet as I try to not rush this, and continue to work my length in slow, consistent strokes, squeezing as I reach the tip before working back down to the base.
My breath stutters, and I let my eyes flutter closed as thick ropes of cum erupt from me, landing all over the towel. As I’m coming, I swear I hear Kai moan my name. I’m so certain, I hold my breath and stop my movements as the rest of my orgasm fades, hoping to hear it again, but I don’t.
I clean myself off before zipping up and grabbing another towel. I throw the used one into the hamper in the bedroom before grabbing my shit and heading to the beach, newly refreshed.
Kai said he wants to go out tonight, which is fine.
We've been going out almost every day since we got here, but now, it feels like there’s this renewed energy.
He doesn’t even know we jacked off together, because I was kind of spying on him, but I’m just more and more convinced he truly said my name.
And if he did? Maybe he wants me the same way I want him?
And then, obviously, when we get back to work, we’ll just act like this never happened.
This is the best way to play this, right?
I stare at the inside of my luggage, at the lingerie sitting right in front of me, as well as some of the different toys I brought.
I figured if I was going to be here, I might as well have some fun—I just didn’t expect the possibility of it being with Kai.
Before I can second guess anything, I head to the attached restroom with a bottle of lube and a plug. If I don’t end up needing it, then obviously that’s fine. I can always wash the lingerie and wear it on a different night, but I’d rather be well prepared for the just in case.
I generously coat my fingers in the lubricant, spreading my legs and reaching between them to spread the liquid all over my hole. It’s cold, but I keep breathing as I probe at myself, coaxing one finger in and then another, making sure I’m well enough ready to accept the plug.
Then, I coat the plug in the lubricant and guide that to myself. I ease the tip in, getting used to the stretch before withdrawing it, adding more lube, and repeating the process until it is fully seated within me.
I’m no stranger to walking around with a plug in my ass, even if I’m not expecting anything. I genuinely enjoy the feeling of something so secretive. It feels so dirty, and it’s honestly a turn on for me.
This one in particular is even more special, because there’s a ball in its core that moves as I do, little bits of excitement zipping through me every time I feel it.
Talk about a case of blue balls.
I put on my underwear next. This pair just so happens to be one of my favorites, an emerald green color with lace panels on either side of my hip before turning into a string and disappearing down the back.
It hugs my junk just right, keeping everything tight while also giving me more of a bulge than normal.
I admire myself in the mirror, appreciating the color against my skin, and, from afar, it looks like it matches my eyes.
The dark patch of hair from my naval downward makes the fabric appear just a shade lighter, but damn, I look good.
Popping one of my new candies into my mouth, I let the flavor coat my tongue before I walk out of the room.
Sadly, we do have to go out. I can’t just assume he wants to sleep with me, but I will be taking it back to where it all started.
My blue jeans cover the material, sitting low on my hips, and the cropped black tee shows off my abs.
I should be embarrassed, wearing something like this at thirty-five; instead, I can’t help but bite my lip and admire just how fucking good I look, how young I look.
The last time I wore something like this was, what? Thirteen years ago?
I do everything else needed to get ready before meeting Kai, and I’m stopped in my tracks.
He has on a white button up with some sort of pattern weaved into the fabric, a few buttons undone, showing off the patch of chest hair right between two muscular pecs.
It hangs loosely around him, not tucked into the plain blue jeans he’s wearing. God, he’s a wet dream.
I clear my throat to make sure I don’t croak. “So, you ready to go?”