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“Because—” I lick my lips when the words get stuck in my throat.Of Dad.
“Was it the money?” He looks up and around my room. “Do you have to pay for this yourself?”
“Yeah,” I settle with.
“That’s it? So you really are a little killer bee, then? Wanna know what I think?” His tattooed fingers trace the insides of my thighs, lust fluttering freely in my lower abdomen as his eyes drink in my reeling emotions. “I think you’d rather lie and cheat than call out for help.” And then his digits crawl around my clothed dick and I moan. It’s dirty and long, and desperate, fueled by his toe-curling strokes. “Still, you tipped us off about Connor. Why? You could have just gone home, saving yourself the hassle. I would have.” When I don’t answer, he stops and sends me a glorious, narrowed gaze.
“I—I” I stammer, grabbing my wrist to avoid begging for him to continue his touch. “I felt bad about it.” He hums approvingly, and it’s enough for me to blabber on in an attempt to liberate myself from my conscience. “I wanted to free Mason from being kidnapped. I wanted to be good.”
“You were very good.” His low praise vibrates through my balls, my breath becoming ragged. I watch him lower his body further down, until his mouth reaches my groin, and my breath hitches even further when he presses a kiss onto my covered hardness. With his lips still on my arousal, he looks up at me. His gaze must reflect mine—wide and pupil-blown and leaving very little space for his brown-golden irises with desire dominating. “Tell me how you escaped from me.”
“Y-you growled at me, remember? When Austin found out about Connor, and you saw me?” Oh, how I ran.
“Hm, I remember.” Kai’s mouth twitches, his eyes flashing. “Tell me, do I intimidate you?” I roll my lips, unsure of what to say. When I don’t reply, he grins. “I do, don’t I?”
“Yes.” I admit. His grin turns into a wicked smile. “Good. Now—” His long fingers curl around the waistband of my sweats before he tugs at them, taking my briefs all the way down to my knees. My hands move on an embarrassed gasp in its attempt to hide my exposed arousal, but with atskhe slaps them away. My cock is hard, and leaking from the sudden, exquisite attention it’s been getting. For the very first time in my life.
“Now show me something I don’t know, Phoenix,” Kai rasps, and his digits scratch up and down my inner thighs. They dig in, spreading them wide. His chest is rising as he grabs my hand and draws it to my cock. I suck in a sharp breath.
“Show you?”
“Yeah. Show me how I intimidate you, and I’ll tell you what I wanted to do to you that night, in France.” When I hesitate, he adds, “Don’t you wanna know?” Fuck, I do. It’s the thing that has been haunting me over the past months. But…
“I know what you would have done,” I mutter bitterly. Kai grabs my fingers and wraps them around my cock, his tattooed digits covering mine perfectly as we start stroking together. All the way from the base to my tip, excruciatingly slowly.
“Yeah?” He rasps, his eyes focused on our joint hands. “Tell me, baby mouse, what would I have done?” I shiver when our linked hands continue pumping, not so sure anymore now. “You would have hurt me.” I swallow.
“Continue.” He swipes his thumb over my slit, lapping up the fluids and spreading them over my crown. My breath hitches.
“You would have beaten me." He hums at that, low and gravelly, the sound of it making my balls tighten. Groaning between clenched teeth, Kai carefully frees his hand from my cock to sink back onto the balls of his feet, long fingers unzipping my hoodie until it gapes open at the sides, exposing my entire body to him as I continue touching myself, my thighs still spread wide.
“Continue.” His mouth finds my heaving chest as he starts kissing. I’m panting, stroking my cock, shuddering when the tip brushes against the front of his shirt.
“Y—You would have wanted your revenge.”
“That’s right.”
“You would have touched me." Sitting back once more, he unbuttons his jeans, tugging them down. His cock, thick and hard, curves up between us when he frees it from his restraints. I’ve never seen one, other than my own, from this close. It looks impressive, and beautiful. Mouthwatering. I lick my lips, eyes locking on Kai’s tattooed fingers as he grabs hold of both our rigid lengths, trapping my hand within his larger one. “You’re damn right.”
We start stroking together. The feeling of his soft flesh, of his arousal glued against mine is excruciating as we keep on pumping, searching, then finding our rhythm. Nails dig deeper in my thigh, and my head falls back while I pant at the ceiling. “I would have touched my little killer bee like this-” Dragging his nails up, he gently fondles my balls. “And like this—” He squeezes the crown a little, stroking slowly, firmly, before picking up speed, taking my slick fingers hostage as he does so. Sparks of pleasure flutter through me, and the tingling of my balls reveal my approaching climax.
“No, please don’t stop,” I beg deliriously when his hand lets go of my cock. Kai chuckles on a rumble, then crawls down while his tongue trails down my stomach, all the way down to where he sinks his teeth into my hip bone before licking away the sting.
“Your skin is damn sweet, little traitor,” Kai mumbles. I moan, my cock jerking in my fist. “And you’re right. I would have touched you like this—” he reaches it, tongue lapping round the wet head and my frantic fingers. And then he takes me into his mouth.
"Oh my God—" My hips buck from the bed.
“You taste good down here as well.” His twinkling eyes find mine and my skin flushes up to the tips of my ears.
“W-what are you doing?” I look down on him, mouth agape, shock probably written all over my face. Our gazes collide, his looking dark and smug, with a touch of hesitation.
“You don’t have to—” I let out a long moan when he hums, his tongue lapping at my slit. It’s wet, and snug and driving me absolutely crazy. Already. Because I’m embarrassingly close to climaxing, and he’s only still licking at the head like it’s a popsicle. Fuck, what the hell am I even thinking? Heat radiates down my spine, gathering in my base when he toys with my fingers, still glued to my own cock, until he nudges them to leave his mouth. They do, grabbing hold of his gorgeous, dark hair, slick and styled but oh so soft, holding on for dear life. His lips curl up into a smile. He’s probably laughing at my poor stamina, because my own gasps and mewls stir up my fire even more. I’m not gonna last.
Up until a few days ago, I’d never kissed anyone, let alone a guy. And here I am, in the safe haven of our shitty apartment, getting something that looks close enough to a blowjob. If we even make it to that part. As if hearing my thoughts, Kai swirls his wicked tongue around my rigid length like he did before with the candy bar. He pops off, leaving kisses to my shaft.
“Never thought I’d suck a guy’s dick one day.” I forget my trail of thoughts when Kai reaches up to jerk me off in rhythm to his suction. My eyes roll back as my blood electrifies my veins. “Look at you, baby mouse. You’re so hard for me. Are you gonna come?”
“I—How do you want me?” Clenching my jaw, I somehow try to regain control, suddenly unsure of how this should go. “You don’t have to— I mean—” Self-doubt has me trying to push him off. What the hell was I thinking anyway? But Kai catches my wrists with his hand, and grabs them in his fist. “This, what we're doing here, is madness," he mumbles against my cock. His tongue circles my sensitive head, and I shudder. "Absolute madness. But fuck it, I wanna see how you come, baby mouse.” Kai’s smoldering gaze pins me down, taking in every expression I may have. "Show me." He dives back in, suckling my cock deeper between his lips, hollowing his cheeks as he does so. I let out another moan, because his efforts are enough for my self-control to be wiped out. It might be his first time, but it’s perfect. To me. “Oh my God, I’m—” Pleasure forms a tingling build-up in my balls. And then a white-hot pleasure crashes into me, spots dancing in my vision, and a deep groan rumbles in my chest. Kai’s throat works frantically as he drinks me down until every last drop is spilled, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. His eyes are closed, forehead a little scrunched, while his hand flies over his cock, busying himself to completion. My softening cock escapes from his puffy lips, and he moves to his knees, pressed against my thighs. He lets out a string of curses, then grunts loudly. And then he shoots his load right onto my bare chest. We're both panting hard, exhausted. Confused, but utterly spent. Me still on my back, and him, still looming over me, his thick thighs caging my slender waist. And then he looks up.
