Another giggle leaves my mouth. It’s intoxicating making this man react like this, almost more than the alcohol was.
Finally, we’re at my room, and he loosens his grip just enough that I can wriggle around to get my access key out of my back pocket. It’s his turn to distract me now, his arms around my body and his mouth on my neck as I fumble with the card. “Kai,” I whine playfully. “If you don't stop, I won't be able to open the door.” He pulls away reluctantly, and I manage to swipe the card and push the door open.
The room is exactly how I left it this morning. There are no housekeeping staff working at the moment, so the bed is unmade and the toys I used last night are on the bedside table. A moment of embarrassment hits me, but I quickly shake it away. I don't care if they know I was taking care of myself last night. It’s not like we aren’t about to take care of each other right now.
The door slamming closed behind me has me whirling around, watching with wide eyes and excitement thrumming through my veins as Kai stalks toward me. I back up until my legs hit the bed, falling back with an oomph escaping my mouth, but the sight in front of me has me captivated. Kai pulls his shirt over his head to expose all those golden rippling muscles that I need my hands on right now. His chest is a sculpted masterpiece, and now I can check out the tribal tattoos that I hadn't paid close attention to last time he’d gotten semi-naked with me. Maybe the shadowed lighting around the spa had hidden them, but now they stand out in contrast. Over one shoulder and across the chest, the tribal swirls and dips scroll beautifully across his defined body.
“Careful, babe, you got a little drool.” He smirks and points to the corner of his mouth.
“And I’m not even slightly ashamed,” I tell him, though I do wipe at where he pointed.Just in case.
Watching as he toes off his shoes, his jeans are the next thing to go, exposing more rippling muscles and that delicious as fuck v that points like an arrow to the treasure. His skin-tight boxer briefs do nothing to hide hisveryprominent erection.Thank god I warmed myself up last night.
Palming himself, he stalks closer, stopping at the foot of the bed. “Now one of us is wearing a few too many clothes,” he says as he unbuttons my jeans and peels them down my legs and over my feet. My hands fist the sheets as he alternates between each leg, placing kisses all the way back up. When he gets to my panties, he runs his nose over the front of them, inhaling deeply. “God, you smell amazing, and I bet you taste the same.” He pushes them to the side before swiping his tongue through my folds. My thighs just about crush his head in reflex to the delicious sensation, but they slowly relax, giving him plenty of room to move.
Sitting back, he peels the panties down my legs, tossing them away to the side before going back to his task. Licking and sucking, I’m slightly embarrassed by all the noise he’s making, but then he groans again, and I just let the sensations wash over me. I thought I would be more nervous, but this feels right. His genuine acceptance of me from the start and his continued support, not to mention getting to know him better over the last few days just makes this whole experience… more. More than any one night stand or friend with benefits arrangements could give me. There’s a deeper level of connection, not just physical but a real emotional connection that I hadn't realised until this moment had been missing.
His tongue flicks across my clit, and I swear it’s like he lit the detonator for dynamite. As he does it again, the pleasure builds at a rapid pace that has my noises joining his. Plunging two fingers into my wet channel, he curves his fingers until he hits the right spot inside of me, then that rapid pace grows even faster. I’m a panting, writhing mess when he seals his lips over my clit and sucks hard. My vision is filled with stars, and my whole body spasms as my orgasm ignites. A scream I can't control leaves my mouth, and a distant part of me is praising Jaxon for his forethought in having these rooms soundproofed. I have the feeling that any other time I wouldn’t mind Jaxon watching or even joining in, but I’m enjoying this chance to have a moment with just Kai. His fingers continue to pound into me through it all, my pussy walls doing their best to trap them in place as my back bows off the bed in pleasure.
Breathing heavy, the pleasure starts to ebb as Kai’s mouth relaxes its attention on my clit. Placing kisses on my stomach, he crawls his way up the bed, removing his fingers from my channel with a slurping sound that normally would have made me cringe, but I’m too far gone to complain and he just looks too damn pleased with himself. I won’t ruin this moment by getting self-conscious over things that he seems quite happy about. He sticks his fingers into his mouth, licking all the juices off them and turning me on all over again. A huge smile crosses his lips. “Fuck, Harlow, that was hot.” He travels further up my body to fuse his mouth to mine, and I can taste myself on his tongue as he kisses me furiously, like he never wants our mouths to be apart. A warmth that’s not from my orgasm starts to flow through my body. This guy is slowly worming his way into my heart with his honest affection and the light in his eyes that says he sees me as something special.
Breaking away from my mouth, he peppers my chest with kisses, laving attention on both nipples until I’m writhing on the bed once more, the sheets twisting up underneath my feverish body. So far I've done nothing but lay here and take it, so I push him away and rasp out, “I want a taste of you.” But he silences me with another kiss.
“Baby, I promise that I will let you next time, but if I don't get inside you soon, things are going to get embarrassing for me.” His eyes crinkle with his smile, but his good humor can’t mask the desire that’s threatening to end our evening a little too early.
He settles himself between my thighs, reaching down to line himself up. Before he thrusts, I put a hand on his arm. “It’s been a while, go slow.” I can’t quite meet his eyes, a little embarrassed to admit that, but a finger lifts my chin, making it impossible to avoid looking into his gorgeous brown eyes.
Giving me a soft smile, he leans in and gently kisses me again. “I’ll take care of you, Harlow.” With my nod, he notches himself at my entrance and slowly pushes in. It’s a tight squeeze, but as he works his hips back and forth, I feel myself open up to him. He’s rolling his hips in a way that feels fucking amazing, and before I know it, his hips are flush with mine. I’m panting with the feeling of fullness, and he groans out loud. “Harlow, god, fuck me. Your pussy is so hot and tight, and it squeezes mesogood.”
My core throbs with his dirty talk, and he groans again. His forehead against mine, those beautiful eyes on me, he starts this smooth thrust that has my eyes just about rolling back into my head. Pulling away, he leans down and grabs one of my nipples in his mouth, alternating between sucking and nibbling.
My arms come up and my nails dig into his back as his pace increases, and he hitches one of my legs over his hip, giving him a better angle that hits exactly where I need him. Before I know it, that tingling feeling is back and my toes curl in anticipation. His pacing speeds up again, our sweat-flecked bodies sliding desperately against one another.
“Kai, I’m close.” The gasp leaves my mouth between moans that only grow louder when his hand slips between us to tease me.
“Give it to me, Harlow,” he demands, rubbing circles around my clit, and my orgasm explodes out of me, this one even harder than the first. My core clamps down on him as he thrusts a couple more times before stilling, his orgasm riding his body. I shout what must be nonsense because Kai starts to chuckle in between his groans of pleasure.
“Oh, Harlow, if I’m some kind of mutant sex god, then I’m pretty sure that makes you a goddess.” He continues to chuckle as he leans in and kisses me while I ride the rest of my orgasm, the spasm slowly easing, though it’s still sending small pulses through my entire being.
I tangle my hands in his hair and kiss him back with enthusiasm, but as he rolls off of me, he stills. “Fuck! I forgot to use a condom. Fuck, I am so sorry.” I’ve never seen a man go from post-orgasm bliss to full blown panic so quickly. It might be the tiniest bit funny if he didn't seriously look like he was about to have a heart attack. “I promise I’m clean. I’ve never had sex without one, and we can go and get the Plan B pill first thing tomorrow.” He runs his hands through his damp hair in agitation, and I reach out to still them.
“Kai, it’s okay. I’m okay.We’reokay. I’m on the pill, and I’m clean too, but I can get tested if you need me to. Look, whatever happened tonight, for better or worse, was thanks to choices that we mutually made. I’m a big girl who can speak up for herself, and I would have told you if there was a problem.” Yes, we both got a little carried away in the moment, but I would have never let myself get that close to him if I hadn’t been protected.
He grabs hold of both hands and brings them up to his lips. “No, it’s okay. I trust you.” Sighing with relief, he collapses back to the bed, and I snuggle against his chest, his hands running up and down my naked back as we finish catching our breath. Suddenly, the absurdity of the situation hits me, and I start to giggle uncontrollably.
“What?” he asks me, his hands stilling as his curiosity wins out. Sitting up so I can look at him, I wave my hand around.
“Just think it’s funny that in a hotel designed specifically for sex, with a whole drawer full of condoms in every room, we both completely forgot about them. Now,that’ssome god-level mad sex skills.”
A smile curls his lips before he grabs me and pulls me back down onto his chest. His body relaxes under me, and he starts to chuckle and tickle me. Wriggling, I gasp as he flips me over. “I’ll show you some mad sex skills.” His mouth descends, and that's the last chance I get to say anything for a long while. The man has someseriousstamina.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Harlow
Aknock on the door the following morning has me waking suddenly and stumbling out of bed, pulling the sheet with me as my only covering. Kai rolls over and grumbles but doesn't move apart from that. The knock sounds again, and I rub a hand over my face to wake myself up before gingerly making my way to the door. My legs and other bits are aching after all of Kai’s attention last night. It can’t be anyone other than Jaxon, so I brace myself for his reaction.
When I open it and peer out, he’s wearing his trademark smirk and snorts after his eyes rake over me. ‘Well, I was just coming to ask if you had seen Kai this morning, but I can tell by your well-fucked hairstyle that you may have done more than see him.” He sounds a little bit envious, but it’s nothing that strikes me as nasty. After my wave, he smugly saunters in, kissing me on the cheek on the way past, but when I close the door behind him and turn to follow, I smack directly into his back.
