I grab my length, my head lolling as I do. I grip myself at the base, relieving some of the ache brewing inside me.
Kai’s hand leaves my hip and grabs my shoulder, allowing himself more power to get even deeper, if that was possible. My back arches as I stroke myself, not caring that the only lube is the cum that has already leaked from my head and the spit now falling from my mouth. Apparently, that’s a thing with me.
Kai’s cock is curved just right, hitting that spot inside me that has me seeing stars and cursing as heat starts to spread.
This feeling is all consuming, his cock working in and out, slamming into me with punishing thrusts. Fuck, he feels so good.
My orgasm is building all too fast but also not fast enough. I’m fucking desperate. Every part of me wants to paint the island with my release, but I also want to come at the same time as Kai.
The sound of skin slapping, moans, and heavy breaths fill the room. The amount of heat we’re building has my skin soaked, but I want more.
“I’m gonna fill your ass, Jax. I’m going to pump you full. I need you to come with me, sweet boy. Come on, fucking come on my cock.”
With how close I was already, I really didn’t need to be told again. I shake, barely breathing as I try to hold myself upright, shooting ropes of cum everywhere. It’s quite literally spread across the stone, leaking from my tip as I use my last remaining strength to continue standing.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. So good, such a good boy, fuck?—”
Kai’s thrusts get choppy as he fills me, just as he promised. I know there’s a condom there, but the thought of him actually doing it is such a turn on, I didn’t care about semantics. We were being smart, which is good in the long run. I mean, I know I haven’t been tested in a while, and who knows about him. Things we should probably talk about at some point.
I collapse against the cool material below me, allowing my chest to lay flat as I try to catch my breath and Kai pulls out of me.
I’m sore, but in a good way, and the only thing on my mind is how I can get him to do this all over again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
KAI
Jax laysin the crook of my arm, and I can’t help but wonder why this hasn’t been the view every day for the last however many years.
How did things turn out so badly? Where did it all go wrong? It’s the same fucking question that I ask myself on repeat, especially in moments like this. I once again make a mental note to ask him about it, I keep fucking forgetting, and this is something I need worked out.
I took my time cleaning him up after tonight—a warm towel to wipe away the remnants of me— before we got in the tub together and soaked in the warm water.
His back was flush against my chest, allowing me to wrap my arms around him and slowly cup the water to pour over his arms. By the time he started dozing off, the water started to run cold, and I took that as my sign to get us out, which is how we ended up here.
I’m afraid to even breathe too heavily right now, and, even though I have to pee, I don’t dare move.
He looks so peaceful. His black hair is pointing in random fucking directions, adding a sense of innocence I admire. He’sstill so youthful at heart, something I admire and wish I was more like.
Ever so gently, I brush my lips against his forehead. His eyebrows pinch together, folding a little crease in the skin before lying flat again. He snuggles in deeper, and I rest my head on top of his, feeling content for the first time in a long time.
The shitty thing is, that everything says we shouldn’t be doing this. The CEO and his personal assistant, fuck this is exactly how every bad sitcom starts. How can things be so wrong though, when they feel this fucking right? If this wasn’t meant to be, then why does it feel so easy? It’s not like we’re both trying to brave a choppy ocean, instead it’s like we’re floating amongst a calm lake.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
KAI
Jax rolledoff me at some point in the middle of the night, and I take that as my golden opportunity to get out of bed, cook us some breakfast, and confront him.
I shouldn’t have this intense of feelings for him, especially not this quickly, but I can’t help it. I feel like there was some sort of water on the bridge. So, what better way to a man’s heart than through his stomach?
I’ve cooked a bunch of shit, everything from bacon and eggs to another omelet, since he’s been eating quite a bit of those. There’s coffee using the beans from the little shop we discovered down the road and all kinds of fruits. Honestly, how can he say no?
I mean, I guess there’s a million and one ways, but that’s beside the point.
“Damn, it smells good.”
His voice startles me, and I flinch as I whip around to face him. Damn, am I happy I did. He’s shirtless, in low-hanging black sweatpants rolled at the top. He looks really fucking good, and I want to lick paths into his skin, kiss every freckle dotting it.
