41. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
If my social graces were more questionably hazy, I would have probably let Kai take me right there on the table of the VIP booth.
Feigning the desire to wait hasn’t steadily built the tension, either. It’s blown it to smithereens. My primitive lizard brain has been solely focused on the narrow track that leads straight to my bedroom for the past two hours.
The second the time ticked to one minute past midnight, I grabbed Kai’s hand and I haven’t let go.
It’s below zero, but the cold isn’t even registering. I’m running purely on the fumes of anticipation and the walk back to our dorms has never been so long.
Needing to keep my body moving, I can’t risk waiting for the lift.
On the second floor landing, Kai tugs at my hand. “What are you in such a rush for?”
That was cheeky, testing, and bratty as fuck.
My hand is around his throat and I’m forcing him backwards before I can catch myself.
As Kai’s head bangs back against the exit door, his eyes glint with the exchange of our power. He gets far more out of these dynamics than I do, but keeping him happy is the reason I breathe.
“You don’t get to make fun of me when this is your fault.”
Kai raises his chin further, arching his neck to push deeper against my palm.
I dig my nails in. “Who’s the one in control here?”
He scoffs at me—hazel eyes leering down his nose. He wants me mad, and I want to give it to him, but this is not the occasion.
Next time, maybe. Or in a few weeks when I’m more used to things.
But not tonight.
“I’m not gonna stand for that behavior.”
“What are you gonna do about it?”
“I’m not doing anything. But you’re going to change your attitude.”
“Don’t wanna.”
“Kai.” The deepness of my voice affects us both and—
Don’t do it.
He lowers his chin.
You prick.
The slightest smile curls. It’s only millimeters, but I know what he’s doing.
I swear to god if I see your—
The tip of his tongue pokes at the corner of his lips.
Fuck you!
With a forceful shove, I push his head back against the door, but release him a second later. “When you’re the one getting fucked, you can decide how it happens.”
The expression on Kai’s face doesn’t change, but his proximity to me does. “But I will be getting fucked, Baby. You’ll pull me in, push back on me, and beg me to go deeper.”
I gulp and fight the compulsion to force him to his knees here and now. “I thought I was your Daddy?”
“We’re not in the sheets yet.”
My fingernails dig into my palms and I step back. His path clear, I gesture for him to move. “Get the fuck upstairs, Kai.”
Hands straight into his pockets, he saunters past me.
Kai’s halfway up before I follow.
He’s too much for my hungry eyes.
His ass and thighs were already too much to bear in the light gray slacks he’s wearing, but putting his hands in his pockets…
Fuck him to the moon.
Arriving at my room first, Kai spins around and slumps his shoulder against the wall. “Enjoy the view?”
“I can still say no.” Key in the lock, I glance at him sideways.
Pushing back off the wall, Kai moves behind me. The heat of his body makes my chest feel cold for the first time.
My eyes close when his strong, inked fingers grip my hips.
I lose the ability to stand up straight when he forces himself against me.
My hands brace against my door, and I push against his pressure. I rock back—my dick aching as he grinds. Then, when I’m about to lose my mind completely, he pulls away and pounds back against me.
I jolt forward and my hands slip, my weight falling to my elbows.
Those deadly fingers release my hips and make their way to tickle over my ribs and scrape my shoulders until his lips are at my ear. “Open the door, Jesse.”
Christ almighty.
I miss the handle on my first attempt.
The same bratty snicker Kai gave me in the stairwell follows me into the bathroom. “You left the key in the door.”
He doesn’t get an answer. I don’t have one.
I don’t even know why I just turned the shower on and my shirt is already off.
The only thing I do know is I need to keep as calm as I can, but that’s a virtual impossibility around Kai at the most mundane of times.
I scuff off my shoes and kick them into the corner.
I rip at my belt and peel off my pants.
I’m under the stream of too-hot water—slicking my hair back off my face—before I catch Kai in the bathroom doorway.
Slowly, one by one, he undoes the buttons of his shirt, replacing the blue that was covering his chest with black ink on milky skin.
The shirt’s hem is tugged from beneath his belt and his upper body is bare.
He steps forward. “Am I allowed in?”
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“I didn’t do anything wrong.” His belt’s undone and he’s another step closer.
“Other than forgetting who’s in charge.”
Kai’s head lowers, but it only draws my attention to how he runs his thumbs back and forth around the band of his pants and underwear to get a grip on them before removing them both in one go.
He’s so hard.
So big.
So mine.
“I know you’re in charge.” With his head still lowered, he looks at me through his lashes. “Can I come in and say I’m sorry?”
The problem is, I don’t think he’ll be saying anything.
But… is that actually a problem?
“You’ve got five seconds before I change my mind.”
I turn my back to him as he opens the shower door.
Compelled to do something, I pump body wash into my hands and lather it over my chest.
I want Kai against me so badly, but there’s some crazy part of me that thinks if I come across too eager, he won’t like it. And our relationship has been so drawn out. So goddamn slow. So wrought with anticipation that I’m terrified I might suck at it. I mean, what if I hate it? What if it hurts so much I don’t ever want to try it again? Where does that leave us?
“Why are you teasing me?”
I look over my shoulder. “Why the fuck are you all the way back there?”
His hands are the first to make contact. They slide around my sides and up my soapy torso.
His chest skims against my back, then he pushes between my thighs.
The head of his dick knocks against my balls. Then again. And again.
Teeth sink into my shoulder before his lips press against the indents, and he sucks.
Groans vibrate against my skin, far stronger than all the water raining down on me.
I want to move against him, but my body is dead weight, and it takes all my focus to reach my hand over my shoulder to give Kai what I know he wants.
There’s no pain apparent until he releases my flesh and the blood is freed from beneath my skin’s surface. The sting is so fucking good, but I’m even more turned on by the satisfaction of knowing how big the bruise will be in the morning.
Now it’s my fingers’ turn, and the second they press down on Kai’s tongue, I feel his entire body relax.
His hands are still strong.
His dick is still using me however it wants.
But knowing all it would take to have him crumble at this very moment is to tear my fingers away, gives me back the assertiveness I’d momentarily lost.
I go to move, but am met with resistance.
I start pulling out my fingers, but Kai bites down—his teeth scraping over my knuckles.
Pausing, I try to move again. But he’s stubborn and drives his cock harder between my thighs.
Fuck the pain.
I tear my hand free.
Kai’s voice is whiny like a starved man’s and I take the opportunity to spin, slap my hand against his throat, and slam him back against the shower screen—the glass panel shaking.
“No more.”
Lines form between Kai’s eyebrows as he pushes them together. “No more, what?”
Taking possibly his favorite things in the world, I make a show of sucking on my fingers. “Mmm,” I hum. “That is good. It’d be a shame if you never got to feel that again.”
Kai’s eyes twitch with lust and panic.
I’ve become like air for him.
“You,” he huffs, all breathy and pure sex. “You’re it.”
His eyes close, and the focus of mine is snatched by his fingernails scratching up his outer thighs. It’s so hard the red lines are instant, and the most visible as he scraps them up his sternum before gripping the hand already around him and forcing it so hard against his neck his voice can only come out in a raspy pant.
“You’re it for me… That… That pretty face. Those gorgeous freckles…”
He draws in a shaky breath, and his eyes almost roll back in his head.
“Fuck,” he shudders. “You fucking own me, Jesse...”
I try to remove my hand, but he only tightens around my wrist.
“Tell me I’m a good boy.”
“You’re the best.”
I want to kiss him. I want my lips against his so I can catch all his anticipation.
His head rocks as much as it can. “You’re the best… But… But I’m good… I’m good, just for you.”
“You’re more than good.”
I use my free hand to pry his grip away.
His chest heaves in rapid succession, but I’m his oxygen.
I’m the only thing he needs. Now and forever.
No one else can keep him safe like I do.
No one else can tame him, please him, love him like me.
Kai sucks so hard on my mouth that my shoulder won’t be the only thing purple come morning.
His tongue chases mine, but like always, he coaxes me back to his side.
My forearms flatten against the glass behind him.
He grabs my ass—his nails scratching at me like he’d done to himself.
He’s like a fucking animal. Marking me again and again in every way he can think of.
I’m like his property and I’m obsessed with it. I can have anything in the world. I have stupid levels of power. But Kai Tremblay is what brings me crashing down, and he has no idea I’d throw it all away for him.
“What do you think a good boy should do next?”
His eyes blink once, then lock with mine as he slides down between me and the shower screen.
Water cascades down the front of my body as I hunch over to watch him.
Those broken bone tattoos that caught my eye on my first night here wrap around my length and Kai slackens his jaw, sticks out his tongue, and grins up at me with dutiful deviance.
He wants to push my buttons so badly.
He wants me to hit him—I can see it in his smirk.
“Get to it, Kai.”
He runs his tongue across his top row of teeth. “Yes, Daddy.”
I still don’t like it, but if it makes him happy…
Kissing the tip of my cock, he coats his lips in my pre-cum then licks me clean. But that’s as long as he can hold out. It’s already been too many minutes since I was in his mouth.
Hand holding me firmly, he smacks my underside against his tongue and closes his lips around me.
His hazel irises are stolen from me as they lose focus—all his pleasure senses heightened by the weight and size of me in his mouth.
Resting my head against my forearm, I use my other hand to grab onto the longer parts of Kai’s hair. Some have been washed over his face—the dark brown, to blond, to faded blue painting it almost as beautifully as I can.
The next time Kai draws back, I hold him still and rut forward.
His eyes widen, then fade.
He’s in the zone.
He fucking loves it there.
My cock driving into his throat so hard. Forcing its way in.
His tongue tickling my shaft.
His teeth sometimes giving the perfect amount of added tension.
And his gag reflex has come such a long way.
Leaving my forehead to rest against the glass, I cup his throat—just below his chin.
“Wider,” I tell him. “Let me feel.”
He tilts back.
The skin of his neck stretches against my fingertips as I force my way down his esophagus.
“Good boy.”
He grips the back of my thighs and digs in his nails.
His eyes try to focus on me, but I’ve already skull-fucked him dumb.
There’s so much spit leaking from his mouth my hand slips and I thrust deeper.
This time he gags around me—coughing, choking.
I pull back and slouch further because being so deep inside the warmth of his throat, strangled and worked, is too much too soon.
Kai’s hair tugs in my hand as he tries to latch onto me again.
Mouth gaping, tongue ready to lap up his own spit.
He’s a perfect fucking picture.
I yank him back. “No more… Time to get out.”
Leaving Kai still squatting on the shower floor, I turn off the water and step out.
I haphazardly dry myself, and by the time I’ve discarded my towel, Kai is standing and tugging his down from over the shower door.
Watching him in the reflection of the vanity, all he does is run his hand through his hair, push it all to one side, and wrap the towel around his waist. His lips are so red, and their swollen plumpness weakens me.
My head drops.
He steps behind me.
I brace myself on the sink.
Kai’s hands land on either side of mine, and he runs his thumbs along my pinkies. I can feel drops of water hitting my shoulders and back from his hair as he kisses my neck.
Shifting to one side, I feel the towel wrapped around him against my ass and wish it wasn’t there.
Settling on my left side, his chin digs into my shoulder as he stares at me in the reflection. “Do you still need me to be a good boy for you?”
His middle finger traces from the nape of my neck the whole way down my spine before stopping.
For a man who was dumb-fucked not three minutes ago, he sure is cocky.
I reach up and clench his cheeks.
His tongue runs over the indents inside his mouth.
“I need you to take care of me, Kai. And you better do a fucking good job at it.”
He sighs into my hand. “You have no idea how good I’m gonna make it… Daddy.”
That word. That fucking word. I hate it…
“Please, just call me Jesse.”
“I’m gonna take such good care of you, Jess”
His fingers trace back up my spine.
“You’re gonna beg me for it every fucking day...”
He sticks his middle finger in his mouth.
Every movement is a show—part of the play. Our play. Each drag of his hands and every word from his perverted lips.
“Lean forward, Pretty Boy.”
How the hell does he do it?
How does he so effortlessly switch back and forth between names without turning the whole thing into a giant mindfuck?
Rounding my shoulders, I lean into Kai as his hand hits my ass—groping, then kneading, before his middle finger seeks out my hole. Gently brushing against it before returning with firmer swipes.
It’s not much, but my whole body strains.
His touch circles—hard and soft—until my tension subsides.
Then he pushes in.
It’s only shallow. Overwhelming. But fading fast.
I rock my hips back and his finger sinks another knuckle deeper.
“Fuck, Jess,” his words shake out.
I moan as he twitches his finger.
I need more already.
He drags his finger out slowly and pushes back in further.
Then again, and again until even that isn’t enough.
I catch his gaze in the mirror. “More.”
Kai quirks a brow and flashes me another dastardly grin. And I’d hate how he can make my stomach flip so easily if I didn’t love it so goddamn much.
Pulling out, Kai leans behind me and within seconds I feel something cold and wet, and know it’s his spit that’s dripping between my cheeks.
Collecting it, he coats my rim, then presses two fingers all the way in.
I exhale like all the oxygen inside me is being punched out, but it’s so good.
It’s too good.
It shouldn’t be allowed to feel this good.
My hands ball into fists.
Kai’s fingers curl inside me. Rubbing. Pumping. Searching.
“Holy shit!” I gasp, almost collapsing against him.
“Found it,” he smirks and presses harder.
My knees buckle as I grip the sink and grunt profanities.
“Am I making you happy?” He grabs my cock with his free hand.
You’re about to make come if you don’t stop.
But…
Ah…
Please don’t stop.
His fingers circle and flick.
His hand pumps.
My toes curl and my feet feel numb and oversensitive all at once until a strange, swelling pleasure starts building—working its way up my legs.
My vision starts to blur, and I can feel my dick leaking.
Then it’s gone.
Kai’s fingers are withdrawn and I’m left feeling weirdly empty and alone, even with Kai beside me.
The disappointment on my face is clear, and he dares to chuckle.
I tear the towel from his waist and he stumbles.
The look in his eyes is diabolical.
I bring my hand down so hard against his cheek I won’t be the only one bruised come morning.
“Don’t ever do that again.”
His top lip rises. “Didn’t you like it?”
“Maybe I wasn’t specific enough.” I step to him, take a fist full of his hair, and yank his head to the side. “When I’m that close to coming, don’t you ever stop me. Or you’ll never get to fuck me again.”
His face scrunches from the strain on his neck. “Are you saying I’m a naughty boy?”
I slide my hand from his hair to his jaw, and kiss him.
I surrender my tongue immediately, and without meaning to, I seek out his cock. But my grip is all it takes to have him quivering,
“Don’t.” His voice almost trembles.
I take a step back and point out into my bedroom. “Be a good boy and get the fuck out there.”
His devilish smirk is back, and he saunters to the door. “Yes, Jesse.” Pausing at my side, he adds, “And when you get out there, I want you on your hands and knees.”
I need to steal several moments to myself when he leaves.
Words have never made me almost spontaneously come before.
I’m not sure exactly what he has planned, but when I step out into my room, Kai is leaning back against my desk with his cock in his hand.
And it looks bigger than it usually does.
And it’s usually huge.
Approaching the bed, I kneel on the edge and lean forward on my hands.
Doggy has forever been my favorite position.
Knowing how I looked at all those women as they bent over in front of me—their asses and thighs slapping back against my hips. And remembering the way they’d look at me over their shoulder as I wrecked their pussies has me feeling more sexy than I’ve ever felt in my life.
I’ve never felt like such an object before.
Ready and willing.
Open and on display.
Waiting to be fucked.
Needing to be destroyed because I can see in the eyes of the man standing behind me that nothing in the entire world matters more to him at this exact moment than how good I’m going to feel.
“Jesus Christ… You look better in that position than I thought you would.”
I bite my lip. “Get to it, then.”
“God.” Kai’s voice comes out in a breathy pant.
His hands run from my ass to grip my waist.
“I wanna fuck you like this so bad.”
He rubs his cock against my hole, then up between my cheeks as he pulls me back against him.
“Do it then. Make me happy.”
His hands meet in the small of my back and trace a line down my thighs.
Then I hear the top drawer of my nightstand open.
“You’re not ready for that.”
There’s the pop of a cap being opened, a bottle shaken and closed again, then slick fingers are exploring my rim before slipping inside me.
Two at first, then three when I’m ready.
My elbows drop to the mattress and my face hits the duvet.
I moan into it as he toys with me.
Kai leans over, his free hand grasping then working my cock.
It’s nearing again.
That sensory overload so deep inside me I fear I’ll explode.
My back bends and I push back on Kai’s hand.
“So fucking eager.”
I hum and try to look back at him.
He pulls out of me.
I breathe in, ready for a tirade.
“Roll over,” he orders. Strong. Claiming.
I obey but scowl up at him—one leg bent and the other hanging off the bed.
“Open.” He jerks his chin, and I bring my other knee up and spread my legs.
“So fucking sexy.” He licks his lips and crawls onto the bed.
Between my legs, he tears open a condom wrapper and spits the ripped piece to the side.
Laying back fully, I drink him in.
Droplets of water are still running down his chest from his hair, leaving streaks for the light to catch.
His biceps tense as he rolls the condom down his thick length.
He looks like a fucking monster, but every cell in my body is craving everything he can give me.
I watch him reach for the lube again.
One hand coats his dick, and the other brings a knee to my chest.
“Can you hold them here for me?”
I bring up the other and grip the back of my thighs.
Completely open, I’ve never felt so vulnerable but exactly where I need to be. So apprehensive, but so willing. So goddamn hungry for everything that is about to happen.
Kai lowers himself.
With one of his arms over my shoulder, I stare at him as he rubs the head of his cock against me.
The pressure builds.
“You ready?”
“So ready.”
He leans in to kiss me.
His teeth bite my bottom lip and he pushes in.
My lip slips from between his teeth and my head writhes backwards as he stills just inside me.
“How’s that?” His voice is strained, and I can see the tension in his neck.
“G-good,” I stutter. “More.”
Slowly he pushes further. “Fuck, Baby. You’re so tight.”
He slides a few more inches inside until I’m used to the stretch.
“More… Please…” I beg like a bitch.
With a guttural moan, Kai’s back curves, and our hips connect.
My legs wrap around him.
His elbows link beneath my shoulders.
He pulls back and glides back in.
Each new thrust is harder, stronger, and deeper than the last.
Our chests rub with every jerk of his hips.
I’m high on an overload of emotions.
With Kai, there’s a new plane of existence that only we share. Our trust in each other is so vast nothing will be able to come between us. And nothing will ever hurt him again as long as I’m still living.
“Are you okay?” Kai pants in my ear.
“Yeah… You feel so good.”
“You too.” His forehead presses against mine, and he huffs into my mouth. “You’ve taken me so well.”
His praise is met by a staggering thrust.
I jolt beneath him, my head grazing the wall.
“More,” I plead, desperate to be used and not coddled.
He draws out almost completely and rams back into me with full force.
“Fuck!”
“You like that?”
“Again,” I growl, digging my fingers into his back.
Over and over, Kai drives into me to the hilt as I grip onto him for dear life—one hand stretched above me to stop my head from banging against the plasterboard.
He’s an animal in every sense of the word. Totally consumed by how good I feel.
I reach for my dick.
Kai’s eyes bore through me.
He kneels up and tosses my hand aside with such primality I’d be scared if I didn’t want it so much.
“I’m meant to be taking care of you,” he barks and grabs beneath one of my knees for leverage as the other hand wraps around my shaft. “Only I get to make you come.” He leers down at me, pumping my cock and forcing himself deeper.
Both my hands brace against the wall as Kai’s fist works me just right. Like only he knows how.
“I… I’m…”
“Yes! Come!... Come while I’m fucking you!”
Never will those words ever sound more appealing coming from another human.
“Fuck,” I strain—my nails scraping along the plaster. “Don’t stop.”
“No… Chance…”
Kai’s voice is hoarse. The deepest, animalistic grunts are ringing out from his chest and straight into mine.
His hand is like a vice as he twists and pulls.
“Yes! Oh, god,” I bay, pushing my back off the bed as it curves.
My insides explode like every firework in a show going off at once.
From my head to my toes, ecstasy like I’ve never felt before shoots in every direction until time and place no longer exist and Kai and I are floating in our bubble of euphoria.
My dick feels hot and cold at the same time as Kai stills in me but keeps pumping my length.
I exhale into a dry mouth, then gulp air down like it’s my first breath.
My chest puffs out.
My eyes squeeze shut.
My feet tense around Kai’s back.
Hot cum sprays against my chest and Kai doesn’t stop until he’s milked me dry.
He lays his chest flat against mine and wraps his arms around my back.
The continued pressure on my cock is just enough to prolong my bliss as he hammers down against my new favorite spot.
Never has an orgasm lasted so long, or been so intense.
With my legs still locked around him, Kai’s hips pound against my ass.
His ferocity is exhilarating.
His pace and longevity are mind-bending.
“I never wanna stop fucking you,” he barks in my ear—his teeth sinking into the crook of my neck. “You’re mine, and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it.”
“Yes.” My voice is meek. It’s taking every ounce of my energy just to keep holding on.
“You like being mine?”
“Jesus. Kai… Fuck! I fucking love being yours.”
“Tell me… Tell me the same.”
“You’re mine—ah—and nobody else’s.”
“Fuck… More, Jess.”
“No one treats me like you do… And no one will ever be able to fuck me like you do.”
He growls.
His thrusts become ragged.
“I wish you didn’t have to waste your cum in that condom.”
“Shit!”
“I want us to get tested so I can feel you spill everything you have inside me.”
“Fuck, Babe… I… I…”
“Kai… I lov—”
The carnality of Kai’s moan shakes me to my core.
His hips pump once.
Twice.
My hands slip and my head crashes into the wall.
I’m too high to care.
Too all consumed with Kai’s pulsing cock inside me as what should be mine empties into the condom.
His panting becomes rhythmic in my ear and I notice for the first time the weight of him against my ribs. How it feels to have his arms tucked securely around me as his chest presses into mine with each labored breath.
This is my happy place. Rendered useless by the man I almost professed to.
Kai heaves up and pulls out, leaving me devastatingly empty.
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?” I ask, puzzled and still in a daze.
Kai lays down beside me and tugs me closer.
His still rapid heartbeat thuds against the side of my head like my favorite song.
“I got a little carried away there at the end.”
My eyes blink slowly and my words float out like I’m asleep and not entirely sure of what I’m saying. “It’s okay. I liked telling you those things.”
Kai smirks with a sharp exhale through his nose. “It was nice hearing them, but that’s not what I meant… Tomorrow’s probably gonna be pretty uncomfortable.”
I’m such a dumbass.
But I’m his dumbass.
“Isn’t it worth it to see me at my prettiest? All fucked out and ruined by you?”
“I wanna end every day with you looking like this.”