Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
KAI
Time stands still. As a matter of fact, I’m not sure time is a thing at all.
What is time? Where are we? These are the things that filter through my brain as my lungs seize and I lose my goddamn mind.
The tension in the room is palpable. He’s touching me.
Is this real life? The guy I’ve been pining over all this time, who happened to stroll into my family’s company and is now on a work vacation with me, is touching me.
I feel like I’m about to blow all over the front of my jeans like some kid with no fucking experience, but holy shit, I’m hard as a fucking rock.
I finally rip my gaze away from our simple touch and meet his face. Those green eyes have darkened, but they hold the same fire I’m sure mine do right now.
“Do you want to go back to the house?” I’m hardly able to get louder than a whisper, using all my energy to keep myself from falling down the hill.
“Yes.”
I stand so fast, the bar stool I was sitting on scrapes across the hard flooring, drawing attention from around the bar, but my mind isn’t on them right now. All I can think about is getting Jax back to the rental and between the sheets.
It’s so bad, I feel like I’m waddling out of here, the strain of my erection so fucking painful, I can barely take it.
“You gonna make it?”
“No, no, I really don’t think I’m going to.” I need him now.
My head quickly whips from side to side, trying to find a place where I can relieve some of this pressure before we get home. Then, my eyes catch on a dark alley.
Am I really going to propose that this hot-as-sin man gets on his knees for me right there? Am I that desperate?
Fuck it.
I turn and face him, cupping his cheek in a natural reaction, and he immediately melts into the touch.
With his hand in mine, I turn in the direction where I want to go and high tail it over there, pulling him and his laughter along behind me.
I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my face, couldn’t even if I wanted to, and, with a glance over my shoulder, I can tell he can’t either.
It feels like we’re just two young, dumb kids desperate to get their hands on the other person without a care for the repercussions. That adrenaline inducing euphoria that makes all rational decisions go out the window.
The thing, though? I really don’t care. Not now.
As soon as the darkness envelopes us from the surrounding buildings, I have him pressed against the wall, and our mouths collide. He tastes fruity, like the drink he was sipping all night, exactly the same way he smells, the sweet coconut that has my mouth watering.
My lips find the column of his throat, leaving wet marks down it and back up to his jaw before finding his mouth again.
Our tongues collide, his hand finds my erection, and I buck into it, needing more, never wanting his touch to disappear.
There’s no capacity to take in oxygen, my lungs barely function. I pull away to try to catch my breath, making eye contact long enough for me to breath out, “I need you now,” before he’s switching positions with me and my back is against the brick.
He falls to his knees, his hands making quick work of my button and zipper before he’s pulling down my pants just enough to release me. He swallows my entire length, gagging as I hit the back of his throat.
I hiss, my hand automatically finding the back of his head, my hips thrusting as his warm mouth suctions around me.
His mouth on me has me fucking delirious, unable to form any sort of words as I get my bearings.
As soon as I’m able to, though, I’m sure to fucking use it.
“There you go. God, you’re a perfect little cock sucker, aren’t you?”
His head bobs faster, his hand coming up to knead my balls, pulling lightly and letting them rest in his hand as he takes more.
“Yes, fuck. You’re so fucking good, Jax. I’m just going to call you cock sucker now, doing so fucking good.”
He moans, I moan, and I’m surprised we haven’t been caught already as my hand continues to guide him up and down my length.
He pops off me, a line of spit connecting my head to his lip. My cock rests just on the tip of his nose before he reaches up and strokes me.
I pull back just enough for the tip to rest on his lips again, and he maintains eye contact as those perfect pink pillows envelop me, sucking on just my head.
“Fuck,” I groan, wanting to thrust forward but allowing him to keep the pace he wants.
“I’m not going to last much longer. Are you going to swallow my cum?”
He nods, maintaining eye contact as he takes me as deep as he can. I can feel his throat constricting and trying to push me out, his nose resting on my pubic bone before he pulls all the way back and gasps from the lack of oxygen.
More spit dribbles down his chin as he sucks me down again, bobbing quicker than he had before, sucking harder, like he wants every last drop.
“Fuck, yes, such a good boy, sucking my cock. Fuck, this is all yours. Fucking drink me down, cock sucker.”
My hips go choppy with my breath as I erupt, Jax continuing to bob as I go sensitive and twitch.
“Jax, dammit, fuck.”
He continues anyway, literally giving it his all, forcing me to give him my all as well. He licks the tip before licking my shaft to clean me up.
I don’t even bother putting myself away before I fall to my knees and kiss Jax again. The taste of myself and whatever candy Jax has been eating is fresh on his tongue, and I groan as I suck the muscle into my mouth.
“We need to get back to the house. Now.”