Judging from his grin, Kai had already figured out I was nearing the limits of my restraint.
“Next time you start to doubt yourself, to doubt us,” he said, still stroking me, “just remember this moment.How close to screaming I was, with your tongue inside me, and how desperate I am to ride your dick right now.I’m so fucking into you, Tate, and if it takes us screwing until my eyes roll back in my head to demonstrate that, then I’m gonna need you to clear your schedule for the next year.”
I managed, despite everything, a smile.“Just a year?”
Kai laughed.It was a joy-filled, playful, beguiling sound; the sort that, once you’d heard it, you couldn’t help but want to be the cause of again, and again, and again.
“A decade, then,” he corrected, lifting himself.His hand between our bodies, guiding me until I felt my tip kiss his skin.“Or two, just to be sure.”
“So thorough,” I teased, then lost the ability to speak as he sank into my lap.
“Fuck, yes.”His words coming out in a gasp, as his thighs squeezed around me.
The heat of him, the tightness around my cock, all sublime, but it was more than that.Kai’s weight, and his familiar scent, and the expression of glazed pleasure on his face.All stitched through with the heady knowledge that I was responsible for that look, as his fingers stroked up my arms until they could lace with my own.
He leaned forward, pushing our hands above my head, until our chests were almost kissing.His musk was stronger, now; I grit my teeth, my cock throbbing as my lust surged.
“You feel,” Kai murmured, “really, really good in me.”
I managed a nod.
“So remember this part, too, okay?”He brushed his nose against mine, smiling at my laggardly attempt to catch his lips with my own.“Always remember how well we fit together.”
He flexed his thighs, lifting slightly.Only an inch or so, but enough to have me gasping at the flood of sensations from his clinging, squeezing hole.Suddenly, all I wanted was to grab him around the waist and rut, only his strong arms kept mine pinned above me.
Torture, then, of the most perfect sort.Kai riding me, just like he’d promised to; small movements becoming larger ones, more aggressive.Until his erection was slapping against me with each stroke, splashing my chest with precum as I watched the muscles in his face soften into slack-jawed pleasure.
My brain never wanted it to end, but my body was merely human.
Gasping, as he clenched around me, as the friction inside him tilted and twisted with each shift of Kai’s hips.His face buried in the crook of my neck, breath hot against my sweaty skin, as my hips did their best to push me deeper.
“C-close,” I grunted.Felt the curl of his smile against me.“Kai!”
A twisting, wringing, shuddering climax: tunnel vision and the breath catching in my chest.Wanting to stop his motions, knowing that at any moment this exquisite rush was going to invert and topple me into monstrous hyper-sensitivity.
Frantic, I dragged myself from his grip.Seized his narrow waist; ignored Kai’s grunt of frustration as I toppled us sideways.His cock was sandwiched between us, hard and unmistakable.
Arms flung out, cheeks flushed, he looked like some fallen angel.Glorious and dangerous.
I pushed myself back, panting as though I’d run some marathon.Fingers quickly wrapping his shaft and easing it upright, as I slipped to my knees at the couch’s edge.Kai’s thighs spread around me; his hiss, as I pushed his drooling tip between my lips, made me wonder how I could ever tire of giving this man pleasure.
He bucked, as I dragged the flat of my tongue across and around him.Fighting the grip of my fist around the base of his cock, his hisses becoming groans, becoming whimpers as I feasted upon him.Knowing, as his legs wrapped around my shoulders and hugged me in tight, that he was close, so close, so very close.
And then the taste of him filling my mouth, as I sucked, and swallowed, and lapped at him until he was batting at my head in desperation.Shoving at me with his feet, practically pedaling them to free his tender flesh from my hungry attentions, until I relented and let myself fall back onto the cool tiled floor.
I watched him, through the splay of my legs, as the heart I’d all but given up on hammered in my chest.
