Kai groans against your skin. “Very hot,” he agrees. “If you want me to, I won’t complain.”
You shake your head, just knowing it’s going to mess up the back of your hair. “Captain’s choice. I’m not the birthday boy.”
In the blink of an eye, Kai has bodied you again. One big hand under your hips is apparently all he needs to flip you both over. Then he’s on his back on the bed with you astride him. It’s dizzying, honestly.
“Well, the birthday boy is all yours, rookie,” he says. “Better show me those moves.”
It takes you a second to get your bearings, but it’s a quick second. Nimbly, you kick off the cleats and socks. You can’t help taking a moment to run your hands over Kai’s gorgeous, broad chest. It’s built like a brick wall. He’s not a hairy guy, but you love the tight curls of sparse black hair over his pectorals, the same way that you love the denuded smoothness of your own skin. The contrast is absolutely delicious… there’s no other word for it.
Under your ass, he’s already hard for you. The feeling of his big cock stiff against the seat of your pants is distracting, but you are on a mission.Kai wants to be topped. It’s Kai’s birthday. Gotta blow his mind.Just for a quick second, you let yourself fall against his chest. The stupid pads get in the way of the friction you want between his skin and yours, but his mouth is still betterthan even the sweetest wine when you steal two, three more kisses from his eager lips.
Then you’re fidgeting atop him, trying not to unseat yourself as you stretch over towards the bedside drawer for the items you stashed in there when you both were unpacking.
“I don’t think we need a Gideon’s Bible right now,” Kai mutters, grabbing your thighs to keep you from falling off the mass of his body.
You can’t remember the last time you’ve seen a Gideon’s Bible, especially not at a place like the Four Seasons, but that’s beside the point. You come up with the three items you were looking for, and set them next to you and Kai on the bed.
“What’re you planning on doing with that?” Kai asks, tilting his chin at the wand vibrator and bulbous attachment on the bed alongside the half-used bottle of lube.
“Driving you crazy, hopefully,” you tell him.
Kai gets a firm hold on your hips, and rocks you shamelessly atop his hard-on. There’s such power in his grip that it’s a turn on all by itself, never mind the hard ridge of his cock beneath you. The man could do anything he wanted with you. You’re so hot for him that it’s making you stupid.
“Won’t need to work too hard to do that,” he rasps.
Somehow, you manage to escape from his grip and grabbing hands. It should be impossible to pin him down, but he lets you when you hissbehavein his ear and follow it up with a swoop of your tongue. You know all Kai’s spots by now. You know how to kiss him in the places that make him shudder, and just how to touch him to whip him into a frenzy. Setting about to do justthat, you crawl down his body, letting your lips and teeth lead the way. As you go, you scoot down to kneel on the bed between his legs
Your mouth is inches from the straining head of his dick when you sit up and smile at him.
“Goddamn tease,” he swears.
Ignoring him, you pick up the vibrator and study it. You only took it out of the package before the trip, and you didn’t bother to pack the instructions. It’s molded black silicone, about nine inches long, with two triangular buttons, one pointing up and one pointing down. Heavier than you’d expect. You experiment and discover that holding the “up” button makes it turn on in your hand, the rounded top buzzing at a low frequency. Testing it, you hold the top to your palm to feel the degree of vibration. It’s easy and gentle. You nod thoughtfully, and trace it down the column of Kai’s neck.
He hums pleasantly at the kiss of the wand. “They use the Theraguns on us in PT,” he says, craning his head to allow you better access. “Those things are like jackhammers. This little bitty is barely a tickle.”
“You’re probably right,” you agree. But you don’t turn up the vibrations. You push the head just slightly against the long muscle of his neck, and then trace it over his collarbones. Against his skin, the wand makes a distinct, buzzy thumping noise.
Kai’s eyes drift closed when you ghost the vibrator over his nipples. His aren’t as sensitive as yours, you know from experience, but he seems to like it just fine when you tease themwith the toy. You watch each nipple pucker, and a slight wince come over his face.
“You good?” you ask, moving the wand away.
“Little too much friction,” he sighs, not opening his eyes.
That’s easy enough to fix. You grab the lube and drizzle some over his skin, using your free hand to rub it around a bit. Momentarily, his chest and stomach are slippery. Resisting the urge to rub your own body all over him, you reapply the vibrator. This time, the head skims over his skin easily. His eyelashes flutter.
Beneath his underwear, his dick is starting to make a wet spot. You detour from your plan to grab his boxer briefs and skim them down his legs. As soon as he realizes what you are doing, he lifts his ass and helps out. With your hand still slick from the lube, you grab his dick and stroke it, just three or four times. You rub your palm over the head, smearing pre-cum and lube all over him. A low moan rises in his throat, barely audible over the soft buzz of the toy.
Feeling like a magician about to cast a spell, you use the top of the wand to trace a path between his hipbones. You can tell when he feels the vibrations get close to the base of his cock, because a look of confused, pleased concentration comes over his face. From your vantage point between his legs, you are able to study every expression. It’s a good place to be.
Using your hand to gather more lube from the bottle, you generously coat his thighs, his balls, and his perineum. You don’t linger with your hands. Instead, you let the toy do the work. You run it up and down his inner thighs, each pass taking you closer and closer to his sweet spots. The toy nestles in the crevice wherehis legs join his trunk, the head just about to nudge his scrotum. Kai is starting to get the big picture. His lips are parted, and you can see his wet, pink tongue just behind his teeth.
“Feel nice?” you ask.
“Yeah,” he sighs, opening his legs wider.
That’s a clear invitation if you ever saw one. Being sure to use just the lightest pressure, you press the toy against his balls. A comment stutters in Kai’s throat, and he licks his lips. Dragging the head lower, you push it against the sweet spot between his sac and his asshole. His head drops back, and a long, low moan of pleasure is drawn out of him like someone’s pulling it with fishing line.
You hate to give up your excellent view of Kai’s face as you’re stimulating him, but things are about to getreallygood for him, and you need to move. There was a reason for your ponytail, and it wasn’t (entirely) meant to just look sporty. It keeps your long hair out of your face when you wiggle even further down the bed, and, without removing the vibrating head of the wand from his perineum, start to lightly suck him off. Nothing too crazy. You don’t take him all the way down your throat, and you don’t really amp up the suction, because you aren’t trying to make him come. Not yet, anyway.
