Page 31 of KAI Tortured

The city below fades into insignificance as I turn to face him, my soul and body laid bare in front of him. Right now, he is the beacon of hope in the darkness that threatens to engulf me.

I press my lips to his. “I missed you too.”

He responds with a soft hum before devouring my mouth, weaving his tongue around mine, swallowing my moans fully before he moves his lips down my neck and buries his face in it.

He unties my towel and allows it to drop to the floor. Then he lowers himself to my breasts, holds them in the palms of his hands, and tugs my nipples between his teeth, one then the other, stoking the fire burning inside me. He’s hungry for me; I hear it in his groans as he devours my body with his tongue. Then, unexpectedly, he kneels before me and lifts one of my legs, resting my thigh on his shoulder to give him better access. He grins up at me wickedly before giving me a full, wet lick from my perineum up to my clit.

My leg buckles and I lean back against the cold glass for support. The way I’m burning up, I think it may melt under my touch.

All my nerve endings awaken. He does it again, but this time he ends up sucking me, bringing me near to culmination in seconds. He does it again, making spiraling movements with his tongue as I wait in suspense, and always ending on my clit, torturing me into oblivion.

My hands weave into his hair and I grip his head, pressing him against me as he eats me like a French gateau. I’m flying and moaning. My hips twist and move against his tongue and I’m chasing my release when, suddenly, I sense his tongue going up. When he lowers my leg to the floor, I know he’s not going back there.

I moan in protest, try to push him down, but he’s not having it. Instead, he blazes a wet trail up my body, between my breasts and up my neck, reaching my gaping mouth and forcefully pressing his tongue inside it as his fingers curl under my knee and lift my leg again. He pulls down his sweatpants and his thick, rigid, pierced cock slides urgently into me, to the hilt.

“Fuck - me! You - little - slut… How - much - I - craved - your - wet - cunt!”

With each word comes a hard, brutal thrust, bringing me closer to heaven. Is it possible that ten, maybe fifteen thrusts are enough for me to orgasm? My juices run down my thighs as he pushes into me, my back flat against the window. He uses it for leverage as he lifts my other leg, and keeps pounding me with hungry, low grunts while I feel every vein in his stealthy cock that I have been missing so much for all this time. I’m stretched, wet, and close to the edge and Orion doesn’t show any sign of slowing down. I’m still held in his arms, pinned to the glass, and his thrusts come in hard as he pounds me with all his strength.

This is bliss; he’s coming at me harder with every stroke and I’m losing myself. The pleasure is exhilarating, and I feel my peak begin to arrive in waves. I pull him close with my legs, wrapping them around his body, and let him thrust even deeper into me. I feel him stilling inside me and he grunts my name while my body tightens around him, and I’m convulsing, reaching my explosion too, burying my face in his neck to stifle my moans.

We stay in this position until our breathing evens out, connected and sated, until I sense I’m about to slip down the glass.

“Orion, don’t let me fall!” I shriek, laughing.

“Fall? Never.” He strengthens his hold on me by placing his hand under my butt cheek, then pulls out of me to fix his cock in his sweatpants with his other hand, before finally placing it under my other cheek while I wrap my legs and arms tightly around his body.

He turns us around and takes me to the couch, gently setting me down on the cushions. Only now do I see Logan sitting in the adjacent chair, fire smoldering in his eyes.

Orion goes back to where we were fucking, picks up my towel, and then returns to cover me with it. “Until your clothes arrive, which should be any minute now.”

All sweaty, he sits down on the couch next to me and takes off his t-shirt, revealing his six-pack, tattooed torso, and the patch of bandaging across his body. I feel my cheeks heat up. For some reason, all this is a little awkward.

“Sweetheart, are you blushing?” Logan teases. I don’t want to look in his eyes, because now I know my face is red. “Oh, come on, you’ve done nastier stuff than fucking by a window.”

I cover my grin with my hands. Why am I getting flustered? “Or was that not nasty enough?” he continues. “I’m sure the doctor can arrange something.”

The buzzing of the intercom saves me.

Logan chuckles and stands up. “To be continued.”

Orion regards me too, and as our eyes meet, he takes my chin in his hand and pulls me to him. He presses his lips to mine and gives me a soft, unhurried kiss. I love these kisses. They’re full of emotion, and they promise a lot.

I hear Logan in the background. “Yes?”

“Boss, Maisy’s clothes are here,” comes a voice I don’t know. “I’ll put them in the elevator.”

“Sure, send them up,” Logan responds.

“Thank you!” I whisper, ending the kiss with Orion. I stand up, fix the towel around my body, and go to the elevator to wait for my stuff.

“Feeling better?” Logan asks.

I nod. “Mm-hmm.”

“Ready for more?”

I smile at him. Of course I’m ready.

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