Kai is making soft noises. Not quite a moan, barely a whimper.
My hand slips behind my underwear. I have to bite back a whimper of my own when I touch my tingling clit.
Oh, fuck, that feels good.
I slide my hand lower, dipping a finger inside myself, using that wetness to lube up my clit. Ever so fucking slowly, I roll onto my back so I can spread my legs and get a better angle.
All the while keeping an eye on Kai, wishing he’d take his cock out of his boxers so I can actually see what he’s doing.
My eyes flicker. This is usually when I’ll close my eyes and lose myself to some or other fantasy. But I keep them open to watch Kai as he slowly strokes himself.
Breath trapped in my lungs, surviving on little gasps of air as I get closer to coming, I gradually realize Kai’s murmuring something.
At first I think it’s “Fuck, yeah,” over and over again, like he’s enjoying getting off as much as I am.
But as my chest closes up, it’s sounding more like, “Fuckyou.”
Fuckme?
If not me…then fuckwho?
I almost lose it as my hand stutters to a stop, but then Kai pulls his dick out of his boxers. I barely stop a moan shuddering out of me before my hand speeds up.
“Fuck you.”
Yeah, fuck me, Kai. Fuck me hard like you did in the cabin. Fuck me rough and good and?—
Oh, God.
I’m going to hell in a fucking hand basket.
My body trembles, muscles locking up as I come. It takes every morsel of self-control I have not to jerk around like I’m having a fit as a deliciously slow, deep orgasm rolls through me.
“Fuck you.”
I smile, eyes blissfully closed as I hear Kai fapping away next to me.
Damn, that was good.
My eyes flicker open when I hear him groan, but instead of seeing him come, I watch him shove his dick back into his boxers, roll away from me, and slowly sit up on the edge of the bed.
I prop myself on my elbow and I tug my hair out of its ponytail, slipping the hairband over my wrist so I don’t lose it.
Smiling, I reach for his shoulder.
I wonder how high he’s going to jump when I touch him?
I hope he squeals like a girl, then I can lord it over him every time he?—
Kai’s shoulders jolt once, almost like he’s coughing. Then a raw, broken sob rips out of him.
I pull my hand back, fingers curling into a tight fist against my breastbone.
What the fuck?
Another sob, this one more harrowing than the first.
Jesus, it sounds like he’s dying.
