“I do.”
Kyle grasps my hand and leads me out of the club, through the alleyway to the main road.
We get a taxi. I don’t pay attention to where we’re going or how long it takes because I’m too busy kissing Kyle.
“We’re here.” He tosses some money at the taxi driver and pulls me out of the car.
Somehow we kiss as we go into the block of flats and go upstairs in the lift. I have no clue which floor we end up on or how many doors we stumble past to get to Kyle’s flat. I won’t be able to find my way back here, assuming there’s a next time. For all I know, this is going to be a one and done. If it is, I’m going to enjoy every damn second of it.
I don’t register the colour of the walls or whether or not the curtains are closed as Kyle takes me to his bedroom. He shuts the door and, still kissing me, pulls my top over my head. I lift my arms, making it easy for him, and then relieve him of his polo shirt. We fumble with each other’s buttons and flies and wriggle out of our trousers and underwear. He wraps his arms around me and pitches us onto the bed, his big, strong body rutting against mine.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says.
I gasp and tremble. His praise makes me melt inside. If I weren’t aching for him already, those words would have done me in. He pulls away from me long enough to grab lube and a condom. His lips find mine again, his tongue hot and searching as it explores my mouth. I caress his back and run my fingers through his short, dark hair.
I whimper. “Fuck me. I want your cock buried so deep you rearrange my insides.”
He chuckles, deep and throaty. “Sexy.”
“Needy.”
“That too.”
I press my hand against his chest. “Kyle.”
He breathes hard. His heart patters against my palm. “Yes?”
I swallow and brace myself for laughter or rejection. “Could you maybe praise me while you fuck me? Please?”
He raises his eyebrows. “I’m sorry, what?”
Heat flushes my face and chest. “Praise me. Please. Tell me I’m pretty or sexy or that I’m being good. Anything. It doesn’t have to be true. Just praise me. Please. It-it turns me on.”
Kyle stares at me.
Say something. Oh fuck, please say something.
He hitches in a breath and stares into my eyes. “You want me to praise you during sex?”
“Yes. Please. Will you?”
CHAPTER6
KYLE
Haru stares at me, dark eyes wide and holding a vulnerability that makes my chest ache. His chin quivers. “It’s fine. Forget I asked. Let’s stick with fucking.”
“I don’t want to forget it. It’s not something I’ve been asked to do before. Most guys I’ve slept with preferred grunting over talking during sex.”
Haru chuckles. “Same. If that’s what you want, I’m cool with that.”
I lean down and kiss him. His mouth tastes of the cheap beer from Blayd’s and mint toothpaste. He’s so damned receptive whenever I slip my tongue into my mouth, but he never does it in return. He’s let me take the lead on everything. Sure, he undressed me, but only after I started to take his clothes off. Is that something he likes too? Now isn’t the time to unpick all of Haru’s preferences. I’m aching to get inside him. He looks fucking gorgeous lying on my bed, naked, propped on his elbows. He wants me to praise him. Okay. How hard can that be?
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Easy enough.
He sucks in a breath. His lashes flutter.
What else do I say? I recall the suggestions he made: tell him he’s pretty or sexy or good. I can do that. All of it. “You look so pretty, waiting for me to warm up your arse.”
