Wow. I shouldn’t have been holding out for so long.
My thoughts fade away as I find a rhythm. One that feels good. One that elicits sexy sounds and responses from Laiken. It’s watching him alone that dictates how I move and when I wrap my hand around his big dick to jerk him.
He writhes on my cock. His body tenses. Hole squeezing me, making me grunt and shove in harder. With more intent. Laiken’s hands come around to my ass, urging me on until I’m mindlessly rushing toward the end goal of coming inside my boyfriend.
My boyfriend. My boyfriend.
The words run like a chant inside my head as I fuck into him, head spinning. Hand working madly. I’m desperate to feel him get off first.
Finally,finally, I’m rewarded when he does. His dick erupts, sending sexy strands of cum shooting out of him. His ass rhythmically clenches around my dick as his pleasure-filled cries take up all the room in my head.
I’m shaking by the time I allow my own orgasm. It’s almost too much. My eyes cross, and I fill the condom, losing my rhythm as I buck against him, skin slapping, no rhyme or reason to how my hips move.
Eventually, I lie beside him. Laiken rolls, pulling me to his chest.
“Why didn’t you tell me we should have done that sooner?” I ask between pants. Was that even a proper sentence? I don’t even care.
Laiken chuckles. “Sorry. I’ll be sure to hint a little more clearly next time.”
I grunt in agreement. We’re totally doing that again before I fall asleep.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
LAIKEN
July
Every Thursday,from July through September, there are fireworks. You can see them from most places on Kala as long as you’re on the correct side of Mount Pepper. Sometimes Mount Pepper wants in on the action and sputters its own fiery fireworks, though they’re nothing to be too concerned about.
Probably.
Today is the first Thursday in July, and I have plans for us. But first, I need to practice patience since he needs to wait until Miranda leaves the house.
It’s an extra precaution. Probably unnecessary, since it’s really not all that uncommon for Lie and me to hang out. This is something I try to keep reminding myself of. The only thing that will make it suspicious is if we act suspicious.
Hiding a secret like this isn’t as easy as it appears to be. We’re literally hiding what we’re doing in plain sight. It’s as exhausting as it is thrilling. I love our stolen moments. But, honestly, I’malso looking forward to the day when we no longer have to hide and have stolen moments.
I hear the kitchen slider open and smile. I’m no longer concerned about Lie finding out about LIHW, since he already knows. I’ve been careful for so damn long with my notebooks and laptop that I have to think on some level I wanted him to figure it out.
Lie smiles as soon as he sees me and pounces into my lap, his mouth immediately on mine. “I can’t wait to fuck in this position,” he says into my mouth. “Why haven’t we done this yet?”
“You like to become a limp noodle as soon as my cock is inside you,” I answer.
He grins, sloppily kissing me. “You fry my nerves as soon as that beast is fully sheathed. I swear, you can control me like a marionette, with your dick inside me, Laiken.”
“Ridiculous,” I murmur, kissing him all over his face. Part of me would love to stay right here and mess around all day. Cuddle. Talk nonsense like this. Fuck. Laugh.
That’s not an option, though. The locks on my doors won’t stop Nason or Miranda. Just slow them down since they have keys. However, we can totally do that if we rent a room or a private bungalow on one of the islands. It’s not off the table.
But for today, we have plans.
“Ready?” I ask.
He sighs. “I suppose, though, there’s nothing wrong with just doing this today. And let me ride you right here.”
“I think you need to work up to riding,” I say, pushing Lie to his feet by his narrow hips. “We just discussed your limp noodle syndrome.”
