I’m free-falling off the edge, my orgasm ripping through so hard that I’m convulsing, shivering, and shuttering on the bed. Every muscle tightens, down to my arched feet and curled toes that are currently resting on his back.
Kai keeps his tongue moving, but looks up as I glance down, ice-blue eyes dangerously watching me between my legs. He looks so goddamn good down there, I can’t help but touch him, fisting his hair as I ride his face, taking every last second I can.
And finally, I suck in a breath of which the exhale sinks me into the mattress, limp and exhausted and I didn’t even do any of the work.
He smiles against my skin. Smug and so well-deserved.
“So beautiful.”
Kai places a soft kiss on my clit, gentle and tender, and once again he has my mind reeling. This guy is a walking juxtaposition. Dirty-talking confidence turned right back to the soft man who’s gone through his life alone.
He stands, dotting a path of kisses on the inside of my leg before walking backwards away from the bed.
He’s so handsome. So attentive.
“You’ve made me come three times since that night in the kitchen.” My breaths are erratic as I try to calm down. “And I haven’t taken care of you once. That seems awfully unfair.”
Kai pulls a condom out of the back pocket of his pants. The one my panties aren’t currently occupying.
“Is that how you think this works? Who the hell has been giving you orgasms only to expect them in return?” He shakes his head. “Don’t answer that. I changed my mind. I don’t want to know.”
He slides his pants down, his cock tenting the fabric of his briefs.
“That’s kind of how it works,” I explain, unable to keep my eyes off him.
He laughs and it’s entirely without humor. “Getting you off gets me off. You should stop entertaining boys with any other mindset.”
He drops his briefs to the ground, and I can’t breathe.
“In fact, you should stop entertaining other boys in general.”
His thick, tatted thighs are rippling, the perfect V cutting down to his cock that’s standing proud, tall, and thick. Entirely proportionate to his giant body.
More pre-cum leaks from the tip and he swipes it with his thumb, lubricating his fist as he strokes himself. He stands in front of me without a shy bone in his body.
He’s stunning.
Pure masculinity, taut muscles, lean frame with a personality that’s soft enough to lovingly raise a human on his own.
I think I’m seeing the old Kai tonight and that version scares me. The confidence, the self-assurance mixed with the new Kai—thoughtful, kind. He’s a lethal combination, and not only does my body recognize it, but so does my heart.
He tears the foil packet with his teeth.
“Can I?” I ask, sitting up.
A small grin plays on his lips as he walks towards me, condom outstretched, cock jutting from his body, and I’m over here salivating, watching his muscles ripple as he moves.
Pinching the tip, I roll the rest of the condom over his shaft. I can feel how ready he is as he throbs in my hand. Kai’s fist covers mine, using me to stroke himself again, his eyes fluttering shut as he repeats the motion.
“How long have you been keeping that in your back pocket?” I ask.
“Been carrying one with me since the night we went out in Texas.”
“After that night, you mean?”
“No. I slipped one in my wallet before we left for the bar.”
My brows lift. “For me?”
“It’s always been only for you.”
Oh.
My stomach explodes in a sensation I would assume people refer to as butterflies. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never really had them until I started hanging around this man.
He nods towards the bed, telling me to back up. I do so, crawling back, but before he can climb onto the mattress with me, I flip, putting myself on all fours and facing the headboard instead of him.
His chuckle is dark and menacing. “You think that’s going to help you?”
Shit.
“You think you’ll be able to keep yourself detached because you’re not looking at my face while I fuck you?”
The mattress sinks as Kai climbs on behind me. Thick thighs kiss mine and I hate how well he sees me, knows me and what my chaotic head is doing. One arm snakes around my waist, the other cupping my breasts as he pulls me up, my back flush to his chest.
He lowers his mouth to my ear. “Well, it doesn’t matter if you see me or not. You’re going to feel every inch of me. I’ll be so deep, you’ll be able to feel me in your fucking throat, and I can promise you, Miller, your body won’t let you forget me.”
Jesus.
The arm around my chest slips down between my legs, circling my clit. He bucks his hips, coating the condom in my arousal as he rubs his length over me.
He kisses just below my ear, nipping at the skin. “You think you can keep this casual, Mills?”
I nod frantically, hoping to convince both of us.
His laugh is silent but rumbles against me. “Best of luck to you with that.”
And with those words, he adjusts himself, the head of his cock notching against my core. There’s a moment where our breathing is synced, the anticipation heavy in the hotel room. He lingers there, allowing the moment to build before he lifts his hips and pushes inside.
“Oh fuck,” I cry, crumbling forward towards the mattress, but Kai comes with me, blanketing my entire body with his. He holds himself up so as to not crush me, but I can feel how hard he’s breathing, can sense the tension coiling through him as he gives me a moment and doesn’t move.
Kai spreads his knees, using his thighs to open mine as I try to adjust to his size.
“Too big,” I tell him, my words muffled into the sheets.
That fucking chuckle rumbles again. “I’m only halfway in, Mills.”
With bewilderment, my eyes find him over my shoulder. “That can’t be true.”
“It is. I’m looking right at it. Goddamn, you should see us, Miller. You look beautiful, trying your hardest to stretch around me. It’s really too bad you didn’t want to see anything.”
“I hate you.”
He circles my clit and I moan.
“Keep telling yourself that.” He continues to play with me, relaxing me into the bed. “Take a deep breath.”
I do as I’m told, my body once again compliant. So compliant that Kai shifts his hips, slowly thrusting into me and when I feel his pelvis flush against my ass, I know I’ve taken him to the hilt.
He groans, nuzzling into the back of my neck. “So good, Miller. You feel perfect.”
I try to ignore the sharp stretch. “Gold star pussy?”
He chuckles again, but this time it’s light with amusement. “No question in my mind. Gold star pussy.”
He decorates my spine with warm kisses, brushing my hair out of the way so he can extend those kisses up my neck.
“Does it still hurt?” he asks against my skin.
I shake my head to tell him no. The pain is more of a dull ache now, that delicious pinch of being too full, but this guy could split me in half, and I still wouldn’t ask him to stop.
“Good.” He pistons his hips and thrusts fully inside, his body still splayed over me, pinning me to the bed.
I whine into the sheets, hoping to muffle my sounds, thankful that the shared wall is with Kai’s room.
His hands cover my bare back, rubbing against my skin as they travel down my arms until they reach my hands, intertwining our fingers. He holds me as he begins to move with pace, fully fucking me.
He feels insane. So incredible. So big. Warm. The way he rolls over me. God, he must look like a fucking porn star riding me right now.
His lips stay hovering next to my ear. “You’ve been like poison this summer, you know that? Seeping into my system and ruining me slowly.”
I moan, lifting my ass to meet him in pace.
“Pretty. Fucking. Poison.”
He continues to whisper dirty words into my ear, feeding me his cock over and over again. One of his hands leaves mine, slipping between me and the mattress until he finds my clit.
“Ace.”
“Mmm,” he hums. “I love when you call me that. What do you need?”
“Flip me over. I want to see you.”
He pauses. “Really?”
We’re both terrible at holding strong on the pathetic rules we make for ourselves, apparently.