Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
JAX
We stumble into the house, barely able to get the door open in time, our mouths tangling with one another. I’m pretty sure the entire walk here, I just waddled. I know for a damn fact that there is a wet spot at the front of my jeans from my cock leaking.
Being pulled into an alley all for me to drop to my knees and suck his cock? Well worth it. It was really fucking hot, and fuck, he tasted so good. The soft skin gliding against my tongue mixed with his musky aroma and the smell of his soap? Yeah, I’m surprised I didn’t bust in my pants.
Now, we’re a mess of limbs and tongues, and honestly, I’m not sure we can make it to the bedrooms. He said he needed me in that moment, but I need him in me. The plug that has been sitting snug has been a constant reminder of where I want him, how I prepared to take him.
Kai backs me into the kitchen, my back hitting the island as he rips my shirt off and fumbles with my button, giving me the relief I’ve been seeking since I put this damn thing in my ass.
Kai is hot, always has been, and it’s nothing but amplifying the ache in my balls as my mouth waters, begging for another taste.
Having his dick in my mouth is more than just bringing him pleasure, though, because it was more to me. It was almost a comfort, knowing he was watching out for me while I was in a vulnerable position.
Maybe it’s weird, but those are thoughts to process later, not when I’m finally getting some relief as he unzips my pants, and holy fuck.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan out, my hips bucking as I eagerly try to take more of his touch.
His hands find my hips and spin me, my own hands finding purchase on the edge as he pulls my pants off.
I step out of them and pause. His hands are no longer touching me, and when I look over my shoulder, he’s staring.
I try to see what he’s looking at before I look down and remember the lingerie I put on earlier.
I try to stand, but his hand stops me, pushing down slightly so I bend back over.
“Jax, what is this?”
“Well, it’s uh— lingerie.”
“Did you do this for me?”
“Yeah, well, I guess you could say I had high hopes.” I don’t dare say I caught him moaning my name earlier, especially not right now.
His hands leaves the middle of my back; a finger drifts down my spine, drawing a path along my skin. The flame that was being extinguished reignites, and I shudder at his touch.
I almost go to move again when his words stop me.
“No. Please, don’t move. Let me admire you. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
My body reacts naturally, a leg popping out to accentuate my ass and my back curving more, pushing my chest into the cold stone. I want to peacock for him, his eyes on me. I’m learning it’s the best feeling. How did things go so wrong all those years earlier?
All thoughts leave me as I feel him squat behind me, his hands finding the curves of my hips. Gently, he starts pulling down the fabric of my underwear.
My cock is finally free, and it feels so fucking good, the length bobbing against my body as I step out of the material, keeping my same bent over form as he stays below me.
His hands brushes down the globe of my ass before a hand finds each cheek. It’s a hard grip, but it feels so good. There’s no shame as he spreads me wide, bearing my plugged ass to him in all its glory.
“Oh, naughty boy. You plugged your hole too? Wanted to take cock tonight?”
“Mmmmm.” I can only groan when I feel him press on the plug, causing extra pressure around the rim, before he grabs the base and pulls some of it out before letting it slip back into me.
“Fuck, look at that needy hole.”
I whimper; I’m physically unable to compute words in this moment, and my head is reeling.
Is this really happening?
There’s no fucking way, right?
When he pulls the plug this time and lets it fall from my body, it just makes me want his attention so much more. If my brain would work, I’m sure I’d be begging for him right now.
His fingers trace my rim, gently probing inside me as I try to back into him, which lands me a smack to my ass before he repeats the motion. My hands are trying to grip the counter, trying to find myself something to hold on to, when Kai gives me what I’m looking for.
“Hold yourself open for me. I suddenly have a sweet tooth of my own.”
I do as he says, and I feel him brush against my backside before I hear the refrigerator door open. There’s some rustling and a distinct metal sound before the click of a lid, the woosh of pressurized air, and then there’s something cold between my cheeks.
“What—what is that?”
“Well, I like a little bit of whipped cream on my cake,” he says before his tongue finds my hole. “God, this is the best flavor yet.”
My moans fill the room as he devours me. I’m not even sure how he’s breathing, but I don’t care. His hands cover mine, helping keep me displayed and spread as his tongue probes my opening, the muscle spearing me as my cock continues to leak.
“I—” My words are choked, barely able to come out, and still sound oh-so desperate. “Kai, I need you to fuck me. Fuck, please, I’m so fucking desperate for your dick right now.”
He keeps eating me, and I’m afraid he can’t hear me when I feel him move back—just before the sound of him spitting rings out.
“Let me get one last taste.” His tongue tracks a long path from my balls all the way back to the small of my back before moving back down and spearing me again.
“Kai, please.”
“Oh, don’t you worry. I promise, I’ll give you my cock. How about you get me nice and wet?”