35. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“STOP! No! Don’t touch him!”
Shit!
I jump out of bed so fast that my feet catch on the covers and I fall flat on my face. But I don’t care. There’s no time to.
Feeling around in the pile of clothes I fell into, I grab a pair of sweatpants and pull them on.
Then I’m up again, fumbling blindly over my desk until my fingers fall on the cold metal of Kai’s key.
“I’ll fucking kill you!”
Goddamnit. Why did I go to sleep?
I grab my phone and head for the door.
The corridor is freezing against my bare chest, but epinephrine is heating me from the inside out.
I slide the key into the lock. Turn. Open.
My first time in Kai’s room.
The bathroom light is on casting a medium haze.
His quilt is on the floor.
*Bang*Bang*Bang*
I dash to his bedside.
With eyes wide open, Kai is standing on his bed—back against the wall—his head banging against it.
“Stop it, Josh. You son of a bitch!”
Josh?
Kai’s body straightens like a board. He looks straight at me, but I know he doesn’t see me standing there floundering in the depths of his pain.
I reach out my hand, but quickly retract it.
I know I can’t wake him.
“I told you, fucker. It’s not Jesse’s fault!”
Holy shit!
With nothing supporting him on the uneven mattress, I step closer. Ready to catch him if he falls.
“He didn’t make me this way, Dad!”
Kai spins to face the wall. His palms press against the plasterboard, and his nails scratch against it before flattening again as he draws his head back.
Then I’m on the bed, but I don’t make it in time, and Kai’s forehead cracks against the wall so hard he splits it.
He stumbles.
His shoulder blades hit my chest and my arms link under his.
What the fuck do I do?
I can’t wake him, but his head…
“Jesse? Are you okay?”
His words are softer, almost like he knows I’m here.
“I’m fine, Babe,” I whisper back. Half self-indulgence, half hoping it’ll make the nightmare end.
“I stopped them. I made sure they didn’t do it to you, too.”
“Thank you, Kai.” I kiss the top of his head and make sure he’s settled before I move.
Inching towards the edge of the mattress, I step off—still supporting Kai under his arms. Moving to the head of the bed, I drag his body and rest him on the pillow. “Why don’t you have a rest?”
“Mmm,” he hums. Gentle and sweet like a kitten.
Sitting beside him, I run my fingertips over the reddened mark above his right brow bone. The same side where I gave him a black eye.
I kiss it, and wish I could take even just ten percent of his pain away.
Retrieving his duvet, I lay it over him.
Sitting on the floor, I lean against the desk and check the time. With only two hours until I’m due to be awake anyway, I know I can stay up.
He needs me to.
My eyes flicker open.
Fuck, I fell asleep!
Sunlight is creeping in from the side of the faded curtains, bringing an appearance of warmth to the room in contrast to the harsh coldness of the bathroom’s fluorescent bulbs.
Stirring, I move my head against one of Kai’s hoodies that I used as a pillow.
It’s my own fault. I should never have laid down in the first place.
Rolling onto my back, I squeeze my eyes shut and stretch out my limbs. My bare back cracks against the fuzzy carpet tiles as the tension of sleep releases from my muscles.
A small grin pushes my lips to one side as soft touch circles my belly button.
Blinking, my eyes focus on Kai. He’s on his stomach, his other hand resting beneath his cheek. Under the hair strewn across his forehead, I can see his eyebrow is swollen, but it does little to detract from how fucking gorgeous he is.
“Thanks.” He smiles down at me.
“Don’t… I’m sorry I fell asleep.”
“It’s fine.” His hand rises to lightly ghost over his wound. “It’s not the first time… Guess you’ll be working with Esther again today.”
“I might have to get you to punch me so I can have a day off.”
“I’d never do anything to ruin that pretty face.” Kai’s drags his fingernails over my jaw. “You’re a nice view to wake up to.”
“Something you could get used to?”
“Maybe.”
“I was going to tell Romeo about you last night, but—”
“Don’t stress over it,” Kai dismisses as he slinks off the bed—naked.
Kneeling between my legs, in all of his damaged and tattooed perfection, he pushes down to rub his nose into the small hollow at the base of my chest.
I run my hand through brown and faded blue. “Don’t even think about kissing me until you’ve brushed your teeth.”
His eyes raise to meet mine. “That wasn’t the direction I was planning on going,” he tells me, kissing south over my abs as they flex beneath his lips.
Not stopping at my sweatpants, he kisses lower over my thickening cock. Then, his lips part, and he nips at me through the fabric before dipping his hand inside.
“Fuck. This thing looks even better close up,” he says with me in hand—pulling back my foreskin. “God, you’re already dripping for me.” His deep breath puffs against the head of my cock and beats all the way to my chest as he laps at the beads of pre-come.
I shudder, “Y-you know you don’t have to do that.”
Kai presses a lazy kiss against the top of my dick and leaves his lips there as he says. “I thought it’s what you wanted.”
“I do, but—” I stutter, my mind swimming with the pleasure of his hand as he twists his wrist up and down.
“I guess it’s my way of asking you to be my boyfriend.”
I don’t have a chance to respond, because the second the words leave his lips, Kai licks from between my balls, all the way up my shaft, and takes me into his warm mouth.
Chin pressed to my chest, I watch his juicy lips stretch around the head of my cock as he draws back. His expert tongue circles my crown before taking me in further, and repeating. Each time welcoming me deeper until his throat is fighting back. Squeezing with every punch.
My eyes slam shut—my head writhing back into his balled-up hoodie when he doesn’t pull back. Holding still, Kai lowers his grip to the base of my shaft, and then forces me deeper. Like a vice, the muscles of his throat constrict around me, and he bobs, just enough for the crown to slip back and forth across his tonsils.
“Fuck,” I grunt, and my hand finds the back of his neck. Not to force him, but he pushes further anyway. And this time it’s too much. “Shit,” I curse as his muscles strangle me before forcing my dick out of his mouth with a phlegmy cough.
Saliva drips from his chin as I watch his eyes glaze over with lust, just like they always do when he allows himself to be completely free with me.
Leaning back in, Kai tilts my dick up towards my stomach and spits on my balls. Slowly, he pumps me, watching my expression as I feel his spit drip from my sack and onto my ass. With a heady pant, one of my eyes twitches, and Kai’s free hand disappears between my legs.
My whole body tenses as I feel him slide a finger between my cheeks and circle. Faintly. Just enough to have me wishing for more without thinking it through.
“Yes.”
The word falls from my mouth like I’m possessed. And I suppose I am. I have been since landing in this bloody country, and now I’m suffering the most blissful corruption. One I swore against. Denied wanting…
Taking a firmer grip, Kai winds his way up and down my length—effortlessly gliding as my foreskin stretches and retracts. All the while, deepening the pressure on my asshole as the circles become tighter.
My hands squirm, grabbing fistfuls of my hair before pulling at the hoodie.
Kai leans in and starts lapping at my cock like an ice cream, and I can’t keep up with all that’s happening. The only thing I know is I don’t want him to stop.
“More?”
My answer would have been the same no matter what he asked.
“Yes,” I sigh beneath him.
His lips press together, and he blows against the glans on the underside of my shaft.
As I writhe from the change of sensation, Kai pushes his finger inside me and my back arches fully from the floor.
My cock back in his mouth, he releases the hand he had around it to press against my stomach, guiding me to flatten my back. With the slant of my hips, his finger moves deeper. My knees bend and my feet curl as my heels ground into the carpet until it feels like I’m sucking him in.
This should feel wrong. I should hate it. I should want him to stop. But with every shallow thrust, he draws me closer to begging for another finger. Maybe two. Maybe something much, much bigger.
With a slurp, Kai pulls back and swirls his finger. “Does that feel good?”
“Fuck you, you know it does,” I pant, just coherent enough to understand.
“You want more. Or you wanna come?”
I want both.
Why can’t I have both?
“I will come if you keep doing that.”
Gripping my hip tight, Kai seeks my cock with his tongue before swallowing me as deep as he can.
Up and down his head bobs, his hair in his face and his lips swollen red.
My hand makes its way back to his neck. “Fuck! You’re so good at that, Babe.”
Kai moans at my praises, and the vibrations jerk my hips. But he holds me firm.
With an ideal mix of shallow swipes and long drawn out passes that connect with the tightness of his throat, he hooks his finger inside me, and rubs.
All I see is pure white light and total darkness in an orgasmic confusion of pleasure and taboo.
If I thought my world was changed before, I’m not even sure which planet I’m on now.
My body is completely limp before I realize Kai isn’t inside me anymore, and it’s just his lips dragging lazily up and down my oversensitive cock. His nails scratch through the hairs on my upper thighs. And when he eventually pulls back, he licks his lips with an almost hellish satisfaction.
“You didn’t have to swallow it.”
“You didn’t have to let me finger fuck you,” he says deeply. His eyes stare right through me for at least two long breaths before he breaks, shifts to my side, and nestles against my chest.
It felt alien at first, and so far from what I envisioned our dynamics to be. But Kai’s submission to me, and only me, has become second nature. And I never want to live without it.
“So, is that a yes?” he asks, speaking into my chest.
“It’s a fuck, yes,” I tell him. And as I kiss the top of his head, I can feel his lips smile against my skin before he braces his hand against me, and pushes up.
Kai’s dick is rock hard as he steps over me, thick and bobbing with each new movement.
Fuck me if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You coming?” he calls to me from the bathroom door.
“What?” I sit up straight and crane my neck. “Are you serious?”
“I need you to sort me out.” His brows raise and retract suggestively. “Unless you don’t wanna join me.”
Scampering upright, I use my feet to drag off my sweatpants and tail Kai like it’s the best offer I’ve ever been made.
In the bathroom, I find him leaning into the shower to turn on the water. Pressing my body against his naked back, I wrap my arms around him before he changes his mind.
“I’ll call Alma and Esther and let them know what happened.”
I nod my chin against his shoulder. “Do you need me to bring you any ice?”
“Nah, I got it.” He turns his head and kisses my cheek.
“Okay. But text me if you need anything and I’ll come back on my break.”
“I’ll be fine.” Kai unclasps my arms from around his waist, and steps into the shower. Turning, he offers his hand for me to take.
Following him in, I let the almost too-hot water envelop me. And when my hair is fully drenched, I smooth it off my face and lean against the wall. Taking Kai by the shoulders, I bring him back to rest against my chest. Pumping some conditioner from the dispenser into my hand, I reach around and lather it over his cock—the veins pounding against my palm and fingers.
It’s only shallow at first, but his hips start rocking until he’s thrusting against my grip. Neck limp, his head against my shoulder, he releases a groan so deep I feel it in my toes. And it’s a good thing the tiles are freezing against my skin, because with the way he’s grinding his ass against me, I’m almost at half-mast again.