The feeling of your lips makes him curse out loud. “Fuck, baby,” he groans.
A bit distracted by the sequence of events unfolding in your brain, you let the toy stray down over his hole, and let it buzz between his cheeks for a moment. It makes Kai wanton, his hips undulating under your mouth. With your free hand, you grip the base of his shaft, controlling how much he can thrust up. Hemoans at the way that, with rolling his ass, he can get you to jerk him off and blow him at the same time.
There’s a disappointed grumble when you lay the toy aside. You want to tell him to be patient, but your mouth is full. His hole is slippery from the lube you applied earlier, and it takes nothing at all for you to slide one finger inside him, quickly followed by another. He barely needs to be opened up, but you do it anyway, your index and middle fingers slipping and curling past the initial ring of muscle. Meanwhile, you lick up the pre-cum he’s giving you and flatten your tongue over the head of his cock before tracing the ultra-sensitive slit. You’re listening acutely for the hitch of his breath and the tempo of his sighs, making sure you don’t take him too far.
Without warning, you pull your fingers out and sit up, your throat burning slightly from being used. Hazy-eyed, Kai furrows his forehead at the lack of fingers or tongue. You reach for the third item on the bed, the six-inch dildo attachment for the wand. It snaps over the head, and you test it in your hand to make sure it’s secure. The base is wide—far too wide for any accidents—and the end is rounded. Honestly, you’re a little jealous of him, because the thing looks like a good time. As Kai watches, you slick it up with lube.
“Slide one of those pillows under your ass,” you tell him, gesturing at the head of the bed.
He does as you instructed, and it tilts his hips into the position you want.
You’d love to taste his shuddery exhalation as you slide the head of the attachment inside him, but he’s just too damn tall. So you massage his thigh as the shaft of the toy disappears inch-by-inch, your fingers branding a constellation of invisiblekisses into his skin. He could probably take more force, but you penetrate him slowly, giving his body ample time to open up around the attachment. Holding the wand, you nudge it just slightly, giving him some gentle thrusts. Kai’s responsive, one hand grabbing at his own chest as he restlessly rocks into the toy. It makes you decide that he’s ready for you to turn the vibrations back on.
The reaction is instant. Under your hand, his thigh muscles stiffen, and you see his hips buck. His cock, untouched, leaks pre. It’s rosy at the tip, and hard enough that it’s slapping him in the lower belly with every roll of his hips. You aren’t the one being fucked, but it makes your own insides ache and cramp in sympathy. Lightly (so, so lightly), you reach out and jack his cock. Your palm is slippery, and his dick is hot. A cry tears itself from somewhere deep in Kai’s chest, making you glad that you have no close neighbors to hear. You could swear that his noises make the leaves on the trees outside rustle harder, this elemental man you’re lucky enough to have here in this bed.
“Tell me if you get too close,” you implore him, even as you work your wrist and start fucking him with the toy in earnest. The vibrator is still on at the lowest setting, but it seems to be more than enough for Kai. It’s hard to target his prostate on the opposite end of the bulky, heavy apparatus, but something is obviously doing it for him. Every time you push the dildo into him, you twist the wrist holding his cock. He leaks and leaks, creating more and more lubrication for your hand.
“Not coming unless it’s on you,” he grits out, but you aren’t convinced he has that matter fully under control. By your assessment, he’s close to drowning in the sensation, the push-and-pull between your hand masturbating him and the toy up his ass. There’s a part of you that is very tempted to just let thegame play out and watch him come buckets over your fingers, dripping all over the sweatbands on your wrists. But the part of you that’s winning—your own throbbing, ignored cock—is pulsing against the flimsy material of the football pants.
This time, Kaidoesutter a complaint when you sit back, easing the toy out of him gently and powering it off before casting it aside on the duvet.
“Fuckinghell,” he groans. His vision is glassy and fuck-sick as he watches you untie the top of your pants and fumble with the laces over the crotch. Your hands are a little shaky; whether it’s from desire or the residual rumblings of the vibrator, you aren’t sure. The flimsy fly of the Halloween costume is no match for your straining dick. Impatiently, you yank the laces out and fling them somewhere on the floor.
It’s the first time that you’ve ever fucked somebody raw, and the immediacy of skin-on-skin is a literal jolt to your senses when you push inside Kai. It’s hotter this way, and wetter. The sensation is so acute that it almost unmans you. You could swear that your eyes cross a little bit.
He’s clearly on the same wavelength. “Oh, god,” he whispers, sounding loopy. “I can feel your cock.”
It’s a damn good thing that you got him so worked up with the toy and with your hand, because all your coordination of this scenario—the few moments when your brain worked after he asked you to top him—didn’t prepare you for the reality of the first time you were having sex without a condom. You’ve fucked Kai a bunch… almost as many times as he’s fucked you. Maybe more? (You two don’t keep a tally.) But you swear that, at this moment, you are discovering new places inside him. Feelings you have never felt in your life. Your cock is so, so sensitive. Ifyou didn’t know better, you’d swear that his fuckingsoulwas touching yours.
Maybe it’s making you stupid, because Kai has to do a lot of the work for you. Showing remarkable presence of mind for someone who’s been edged by a vibrating dildo, he throws the pillow aside and sits up on the bed to gather himself around you, legs bent over yours. Somehow, he doesn’t break the connection of your bodies. His big hands lift your ass and basically use you to fuck himself as he crashes your hips against his ass over and over again.
You knew he was getting close, which is why astonishment lights you up when you realize that you are going to come first. It’s all you can do to grip Kai’s shoulders and close your eyes against the force of it when your climax hits you. Feeling yourself shoot off inside him is a revelation that almost blinds you, waves upon waves of astonishment, until you realize thatyou have to get him off.You’re only going to stay hard for so long, and Kai hasn’t come.
Sloppily, feeling like your brains are going to melt out of your ears, you redouble your thrusts. Kai doesn’t stop guiding your hips. Between the combined forces of his power and yours, you’re fucking him like the world is ending. Your hand, still shaking, reaches down for his cock, which is fever-hot and covered in slickness. It takes maybe three jerks of your fingers.
Kai buries his face in your shoulder pad as he comes. All you can see is the expanse of his heaving back, but you can feel the cum, hot and copious, painting your belly and covering your hand.
It takes a second for you to feel steady enough to pull out. Kai flops back on the bed dramatically, his immense wingspan nearly covering the mattress. For some reason you can’t fathom,you stay sitting up. In the mirror across the room, which you only just noticed, you can see that your shoulder pads are askew, and there is lube and cum all over the cheap pants. Your hair is a rat’s nest, and your cheeks and chest are flushed.
You are still between Kai’s spread knees, his body a limp, spent starfish on the bedding. His hole is exposed, and a trickle of cum leaks out, starkly white against his dark skin. It’s absolutely fascinating to your exhausted brain. With your thumb, you trace his overheated skin. Push the cum back inside him, over and over again.
“Time to hit the showers, rookie,” Kai announces groggily, making no move to get up.
“I think these pants need to be thrown away,” you comment, looking down once more at the mess. “I don’t know if you can wash this crap.”
“Don’t you dare,” he mumbles. His eyes are drifting closed.
You can’t help a tired laugh. “Somebody’s got a fetish.”
“Somebodyis sneaking into the locker room and stealing Dettweiler’s uni,” he announces. “You guys must wear about the same size. And that somebody is me, by the way.”
Your nose wrinkles at the thought of wearing clothes belonging to the Cyclones’ notoriously evangelical kicker. The mild disgust doesn’t stop you from stroking Kai’s calf. Over and over. You are addicted to his skin, you think. Every part of him just feelsgood. Why does it feel so good?
“Are you having a nice birthday?” you ask.
“I think a trip to African Paradise is better than some Louis Vuitton luggage,” he says. You’re going to have to drag him into the bathroom soon; he is definitely falling asleep.
“ThatLouis Vuitton luggageis very pretty,” you say, glancing across the room to the closet where aforementioned luggage is stowed away. “Sandy and Jamie were very thoughtful to send it.”
