Kai #2
I tilt her chin up so she’s forced to meet my eyes in the dark. She looks wrecked—mascara smudged, lips parted, sweat-damp hair sticking to her face. Beautiful.
“You don’t get to cum until I decide,” I whisper, cruel and soft at the same time. I drag my soaked fingers out just enough to smear her slick up her thigh, then shove them back in, hard. “And I’m not deciding tonight.”
Her cry was muffled in my shirt, sounding desperate and raw. She keeps moving anyway, grinding, dancing, humiliating herself in my lap, because I own her need.
She’s soaked all over my hand, grinding on me like she’s trying to fuse herself to my cock through denim, every muscle in her body tight and trembling.
She’s so close I can feel it—the flutter around my fingers, the way her breath stutters into broken gasps, her face buried in my neck like she’s praying I’ll let her come.
“Go on, Scar,” I whisper in her ear, cruel, coaxing. “Cum for me in front of everyone. Let them see who fucking owns you.”
Her thighs quiver, her body jerks, her teeth scrape my skin—she’s seconds away, begging with the way she moves.
And then—
“Funny spot for a dance, don’t you think?”
The voice slices through the music like glass.
Tyler.
Her whole body goes rigid on my lap, panic flashing across her eyes before she even dares look. I feel her go cold, the orgasm ripped from her like it never existed.
I don’t move my fingers. I curl them harder inside her. My jaw locks so tight it hurts as I lift my head slowly, meeting him over her shoulder.
Scar’s whisper cracks against my ear, broken, pleading: “Kai…”
And Tyler smirks like he knows exactly what I’m doing under the table.
Her nails dig crescents into my shoulders, but I don’t move. My fingers stay buried in her, pressing, curling, making her twitch even as she’s frozen stiff. The music pounds, the lights flash, but all I see is him.
Tyler leans an elbow against the booth, casual, smug, like he isn’t standing three seconds from his own funeral. “Didn’t know you two liked to… share.” His eyes flick to Scar’s face—her wide, guilty stare—then drop to her body on my lap. “Guess big brother’s not so protective after all.”
Scar shakes her head, whispering, “Please, Kai,” like she thinks I’ll pull away. Like I could.
I push deeper instead, slow and deliberate, and watch her gasp. “Smile for him, Scar,” I murmur against her ear, cruel and soft. “Don’t let him see how fucking wrecked you are on my hand.”
Her lip trembles. She can’t look at me.
Tyler chuckles, low and mean. “She doesn’t look like she’s enjoying herself, man. Maybe let her up before she embarrasses you.”
I stroke harder, just once, making her whimper into my neck. My other arm locks tighter around her waist, pinning her there, keeping her trembling on my lap where she belongs.
I meet his gaze, calm, deadly calm. “You should walk away, Tyler.”
Scar stifles a sob against my skin, but I don’t loosen my grip. Not yet.
Scar’s thighs clamp around my hand like she can trap the shame inside her, but my fingers don’t stop. They work her slow and cruel, sliding against the heat she’s trying so hard to hide. I keep her pinned, keep her trembling, her pulse hammering against my chest.
Tyler smirks as if he owns the room. Like he isn’t already dead.
“Funny,” he says, sipping his drink like he’s got all the time in the world, “she told me once she wanted something real. Not some dirty secret. Guess she lied to me too, huh?”
Scar stiffens, her breath hitching, and I feel her nails bite through my shirt. She’s trying not to break in front of him, trying not to whimper, but my fingers curl deeper and she can’t hold it—her body jerks, a muffled sob swallowed against my neck.
He leans in a little closer, voice dripping poison.
“What’s it like, Kai? Having her look at you like that? Like she’s disgusted but still lets you touch her. Pathetic.”
Scar shakes her head, whispering, “Please stop,” but it’s not to him. It’s to me.
I drag my fingers out slowly, slick, and shove them back inside her, hard enough she gasps against my ear. My lips brush her hairline.
“Don’t give him the fucking satisfaction,” I whisper. “Stay quiet for me, Scar.”
Her whole body trembles, but she obeys.
Tyler chuckles, eyes narrowing. “Yeah, keep hiding behind him. That’s what sluts do. Bet you begged for it, didn’t you?”
My jaw cracks. I keep my hand working inside her, steady, merciless, like every thrust is a vow. My voice is a razor when I finally answer him.
“One more word out of your mouth, Tyler, and I swear you’ll choke on it.”
She’s trembling like she might shatter, thighs clamping tight around my hand, but I don’t stop. I curl my fingers deeper, knuckles brushing against the heat of her, slow and deliberate, grinding the heel of my palm into her clit until she’s choking on a moan.
Tyler’s grin spreads wider as he leans down, voice low enough to slice. “Look at you, Scar. Thought you were a good girl. But here you are, dripping in his lap. Bet he makes you say please, doesn’t he?”
Scar shakes her head, frantic, burying her face in my neck. She’s seconds from coming undone and terrified he’ll see. Perfect.
I drive my fingers harder, cruel, holding her pinned so she can’t escape the proof. Her body jerks, nails scraping down my chest. She’s whispering, broken: “Kai… please…”
Tyler laughs, shaking his head like it’s a joke. “Guess I hit a nerve. Careful, Scar, one of these days the entire world’s gonna know exactly what you two are doing.”
I look him dead in the eye while I fuck her harder with my hand, savouring the way her breath hitches against my throat. “Then I’ll let them watch,” I murmur, just for her, not him.
Her whole body spasms around my fingers—right there, right on the edge—when Tyler finally scoffs, turns, and walks away, muttering, “Fucked up, man. Real fucked up.”
The second he’s gone, I slam my palm over Scar’s mouth to muffle the scream tearing out of her as I push her straight over.
She’s thrashing in my lap, muffled cries spilling into my palm as I grind my hand harder against her, dragging her through it slow and merciless. I don’t let her come clean, not once—not when she claws at me, not when she bites down on my throat like she’s trying to leave proof of us.
I keep her pinned to me, fingers working deeper, curling so cruelly she can’t stop the spasms ripping through her body. Every wave hits harder, her thighs jerking, her breath breaking, her moans drowned against my hand.
“Yeah, take it,” I rasp into her ear, sweat dripping down my temple, my teeth grazing her skin. “Let him laugh. Let him think he knows anything. Only I get to feel you break like this. Only me.”
Her hips won’t stop grinding, desperate, messy, soaking my hand like she’s trying to prove me right with every pulse. I drag her through it longer than she can handle, forcing her to stay right there on the edge of bliss and ruin, whispering filth into her hair while she sobs into my palm.
“Good girl,” I murmur, low and dangerous. “Cry for me, Scar. Cry while you cum. I want every tear, every sound. I want you wrecked so bad you’ll never forget whose lap you were sitting on when he ran his mouth.”
She collapses into me, shaking, ruined, my fingers still buried inside her, dragging out every last tremor until she’s choking on my name.
Her whole body is still trembling, thighs clamped tight around my hand like she’s trying to hold me there forever.
I don’t give her that mercy. I drag my fingers out slowly, knuckle by knuckle, watching her wince and whimper against my chest. She’s soaked—my hand glistens in the low light, every inch of me dripping with her mess.
I catch her chin in my free hand, tilting her face up until those glassy, tear-wet eyes meet mine. She’s wrecked, hair clinging to her cheeks, lips parted like she can’t even breathe without me.
“Open,” I whisper, filthy soft, brushing my slick fingers over her mouth.
She shakes her head, shame in the tiny movement, but I press harder, smearing her own wetness over her lips until her mouth parts on a sob. I slide two fingers in slowly, curling them against her tongue, holding her gaze the whole time.
“Yeah,” I growl, voice low enough only she hears over the music. “Taste it. Taste what you did sitting on my lap while he ran his mouth. You think he owns anything? He doesn’t. This—” I push my soaked fingers deeper, feel her throat flutter around them, “—this is mine. You’re mine.”
Her eyes squeeze shut, tears spilling fresh as she sucks me clean, broken little sounds vibrating against my hand. I lean close, lips brushing her ear while she chokes and swallows.
“Good girl. Take it all. Don’t waste a drop.”
When I finally pull my hand free, I smear the shine across her bottom lip, marking her with it, leaving her trembling and humiliated and still straddling me in that booth.