“Mmm.” You try not to moan too loudly, because it would break your train of thought. Your own hand feelsreallygood. Kai’s would feel better, but this works just fine. “At least one of the others will make it, guaranteed. And Sandy will be hurt if you don’t invite him. The sides are going to be unbalanced. I just have Ryan and Noemi. I have probably a million acquaintances, but not that many actual friends. I’m not going to expect Gabi. I’m worried that she’s not ready yet, and that a wedding ceremony might be triggering for her. If she wants to join, that’s amazing. If not, that’s fine.”
“How about Maeve?” Goddamn Kai, his eyes are still closed. Making you do all the work. “I know you pay her, but she goes way above and beyond.”
“True.”
“And if I ask Sandy, you gotta ask Jamie. She’ll cry if she’s not a bridesmaid. Groomswoman? W-whatever.”
That little hitch in his breath is enough to make your blood run ten degrees hotter.
“The numbers still may not match up,” you say. “But I guess that’s not so bad. And Apollo and Artemis will have to walk down the aisle, of course. I won’t dress them up, because that’s ridiculous, but they can wear flowers on their collars.”
“I can’t believe I’m going to be a stepdad,” Kai says, trying to sound unfazed.
“They absolutely love you already. I go bydad,” you say. “What should they call you?”
Rather than question why two dogs would call himanything, Kai licks his lips. “I wanna go bypapa.”
“Sounds like a deal,papa,” you reply agreeably.
That makes his eyes finally open. You start twisting your wrist as you rub him off. The sheet is starting to grow damp over the head of his cock.
“We’re probably the only engaged couple in the world that ironed out the pre-nup before even figuring out a date for the wedding,” you marvel. “I think my lawyers were disappointed. I’m sure they were all excited to fight with your team and work out a legal document that would be longer thanWar and Peace.”
“Nothing to fight about if we both care about protecting each other,” he says. “Get up here and put your dick in my mouth.”
Okay, well that took a sudden turn.
Happy to comply, you slide up his chest, aided by his hands pulling you into place. His head is slightly elevated by the pillows, but you’re still worried about choking him in this position.
“Calm down,” he mutters. You, notably, haven’t said anything. “I can take it.”
You’re too worked up to overthink it further, so, when he opens his mouth, you take yourself in hand and push in, but not before taking the opportunity to slide your cockhead over his plush lips. Kai’s mouth is muggy and slick, and he takes you down with what seems like no effort. This time, you aren’t able to swallow the noise that comes out of you.
“Oh-h-h,” you sigh.
Kai laughs, the vibrations echoing deliciously around your cock.
At first, you just let him do his thing, bobbing his head incrementally. He’s constrained by his position, so he can’t do much, but you want to make sure he’s comfortable. The eye contact between you two is electric, and he’s holding your gaze, his warm amber eyes nearly drowned out by his fat pupils, when he firmly grabs your hips and jerks them towards his face, a clear invitation if you’ve ever seen one.
So you start to fuck his face, a bit rougher than you would have dared on your own, but not nearly as hard as it would take to make this really effective. It feels heavenly, though. You reach down and fuzz the bristle of his stubbly scalp. Not pushing. You rub his face, feeling the head of yourself through the thin layer of his cheeks, and scratch your palms on his beard as he sucks you. You slide your thumb in beside your dick, letting him slobber all over both. At the feeling, you throw your head back, your own mouth falling open, and pant in the direction of the ornamental plaster designs on the ceiling.
You can’t really get into a great rhythm—you are too conscientious of hurting Kai—but it’s still abrupt when he pops you free of his mouth, a strand of saliva still connecting the tip to his mouth.
“Want you to fuck me,” he says, his voice a little gravely. “Get the lube.”
“I haven’t had the chance…” you begin.
“Don’t need it,” he says. “Yesterday on the flight, remember? Just need you.”
You guysdolove to while away long flights in the bedroom. Always have. The memory would be enough to make you smile,having fucked Kai bent over the bed in the cabin, were you not desperately horny.
“Yeah,” you nod. “Lube.”
Kai’s tight when you push into him, but loosens up over the three or four strokes it takes to get completely inside. He groans when you bottom out, and it feels like it was punched straight out of his gut. He bends his leg, resting his foot on your shoulder, and, somehow, it gets you even deeper.
“Christ,” you gasp.
You start to fuck him, one hand up on his ankle, and one on his hip. Kai’s head drops back onto the pillow, and he closes his eyes. You can’t help it, your own eyes slip closed. It’s hot and red behind your lids, and somehow, easier to focus on the intense feeling. On his skin, his smell, his breathing. People think that topping is a form of domination, but, with Kai, you’re always surprised how this act skirts a shocking, jagged line between possession and surrender, a way of giving yourself to him. Dwelling in that headspace, the next several minutes slip by like beads being dragged across a chain.
