26. Kai
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
KAI
After the Condors make a quick road trip, Oskar sleeps over.
In the morning, the first thing I feel is warmth, the radiating heat of his body pressed against my back.
An arm is heavy over my waist, a leg tangled with mine.
When I shift to take pressure off my hip, my ass brushes against the firm length of him. Talk about morning wood.
A low hum vibrates close to my ear as he tightens his hold, pulling me flush against him. His lips find the sensitive skin below my ear and send a shiver through me.
“Kai.” His voice, a sleepy scrape, sends a jolt straight to my balls.
I turn in his arms, and our mouths crash together.
It isn’t gentle. It’s five days of missed calls, empty beds, and heavy longing.
It’s a frantic, hungry kiss tasting of pure need.
When his tongue sweeps into my mouth, I meet him with mine.
I’m wrapping his hair around my hands, pulling him closer as my body arches against his.
He pulls back enough to speak, and his lips brush mine with every word. “No practice for me this morning. You?”
My brain struggles to process the question through the haze of lust. “Optional. Not going.” I gasp as his hand slides down my back and grips my ass.
“Good.”
He rolls me onto my back and settles on top, kissing me again. His hands are everywhere, thumbing my nipples, skimming my sides, squeezing my cock. I’m already writhing beneath him, out of control.
He breaks the kiss and moves down my body while the morning light catches the golden hair on his arms. As he takes me into his mouth, the wet heat is a shock that makes my back bow off the bed. Fisting my hands in the sheets, I cry out.
Oskar gives the best blow jobs I’ve ever had. He’s relentless. Keeps his eyes on me the entire time. The darkening of his eyes gives away his lust as he drives me wild.
Fuck, I’m getting close.
My hips buck, pushing my cock into his throat. “Make me come, Ozzy.”
But he pulls off and crawls back up to kiss me. I taste myself on his tongue.
“Ozzy?” he whispers as he pulls away. “I like that, baby.”
Leaning off the edge of the bed, he grabs the lube from the floor and reclaims his place between my legs.
Cool lube, the slick press of his fingers, a brief, sharp stretch that makes me gasp. I’ve arched my back, but as soon as he finds the spot inside me, I fall back against the pillow.
Then I moan. Beg. Plead. Almost lose my mind.
It’s too good. I close my eyes, unable to deal with the light and pleasure at the same time. I’m lost in the sensation, certain I’m going to come before he ever gets inside me, when he withdraws his fingers.
“You are too close, baby. No coming yet.”
“I need to come. Please.”
“Ready to have me inside you?”
I make a pitiful sound.
Before I can think, the blunt head of his cock is pressing against my hole. He braces a forearm beside my head as his eyes search mine.
“Kai?”
I answer by wrapping my legs around his waist. He pushes, and I use my legs to pull him in. As he sinks inside, his rough groan makes my balls ache. The slow stretch is exquisite. God, how I’ve needed this—the pinch, the invasion, being pinned so I can’t move.
He starts slowly but quickly builds to a steady, powerful rhythm. Too much, too soon.
“Easy,” I say.
But he knows I don’t want that. “Quiet, baby. I’m fucking you the way you like.”
“Yeah but—”
“No coming until I say you can.”
There’s already a fire raging in my gut. He kisses me, using his weight to hold me still.
It’s overwhelming. I can hardly move while he sets the pace, decides the angle. All I have to do is feel. This is what I need every single day, Ozzy in control. I grip his shoulders and try to meet his thrusts with my own.
I cry out, clawing at his back and begging for more.
He slams into me harder. Sweat, already beaded on his forehead, drips onto me. The sheets are damp around us. It’s hard work getting fucked by Ozzy.
Tension coils at the base of my spine, and the pressure builds until I think I’m about to explode.
“Look at me,” he commands, his voice tight. The words come out staccato, keeping rhythm with the fucking. “Do. Not. Come. Yet.”
Fuck. Holding off is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but the intensity of his gaze is thrilling. He’s right here with me, lost in the same storm.
He reaches between us and wraps his hand around my cock. I moan louder as he strokes me in time with his thrusts.
“Shit, Ozzy. Close.”
“That’s it,” he rasps. “Come hard, baby. I know you need to.”
The world whites out as a hoarse cry tears from my throat. Cum shoots out, covering his fist and striping my stomach.
“Fan ocks?!” He drives into me as deep as he can and freezes, letting out a deep, harsh groan as he buries his face in my neck. I feel him pulsing inside me, filling the condom.
Afterward, we’re quiet for a long time, tangled and sweaty and panting. The musk of sex surrounds us.
“You are so special, Kai.” He gently bites the top of my shoulder, then licks it.
Slowly, he pulls out and rolls off me, then takes care of the condom. When he slips back into bed, he pulls me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. Its steady rhythm connects us.
I trace a pattern on his belly and whisper, “I hate condoms.”
“Me too.”
I lift my head enough to look at him. “Let’s get tested. Then we can forget them.”
He nods, and his lips curve into a smile. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard all year.”
I settle onto his shoulder. “That may have been the best yet.”
He lets out a chuff of laughter and strokes my hair. “I agree.”
“I love this, Ozzy.”
“Come here,” he says, and we roll onto our sides facing each other.
He kisses me. This one is soft and lingering, full of words neither of us knows how to say.
Or is that me projecting?
Maybe he just wanted a kiss.
But I don’t think so.
This seems like things I’ve dreamed about, feelings I’ve pushed away for years.
That is more terrifying and more wonderful than I have the mental power to process right now. I close my eyes and fall back asleep.