My body is completely limp before I realize Kai isn’t inside me anymore, and it’s just his lips dragging lazily up and down my oversensitive cock. His nails scratch through the hairs on my upper thighs. And when he eventually pulls back, he licks his lips with an almost hellish satisfaction.
“You didn’t have to swallow it.”
“You didn’t have to let me finger fuck you,” he says deeply. His eyes stare right through me for at least two long breaths before he breaks, shifts to my side, and nestles against my chest.
It felt alien at first, and so far from what I envisioned our dynamics to be. But Kai’s submission to me, and only me, has become second nature. And I never want to live without it.
“So, is that a yes?” he asks, speaking into my chest.
“It’s a fuck, yes,” I tell him. And as I kiss the top of his head, I can feel his lips smile against my skin before he braces his hand against me, and pushes up.
Kai’s dick is rock hard as he steps over me, thick and bobbing with each new movement.
Fuck me if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You coming?” he calls to me from the bathroom door.
“What?” I sit up straight and crane my neck. “Are you serious?”
“I need you to sort me out.” His brows raise and retract suggestively. “Unless you don’t wanna join me.”
Scampering upright, I use my feet to drag off my sweatpants and tail Kai like it’s the best offer I’ve ever been made.
In the bathroom, I find him leaning into the shower to turn on the water. Pressing my body against his naked back, I wrap my arms around him before he changes his mind.
“I’ll call Alma and Esther and let them know what happened.”
I nod my chin against his shoulder. “Do you need me to bring you any ice?”
“Nah, I got it.” He turns his head and kisses my cheek.
“Okay. But text me if you need anything and I’ll come back on my break.”
“I’ll be fine.” Kai unclasps my arms from around his waist, and steps into the shower. Turning, he offers his hand for me to take.
Following him in, I let the almost too-hot water envelop me. And when my hair is fully drenched, I smooth it off my face and lean against the wall. Taking Kai by the shoulders, I bring him back to rest against my chest. Pumping some conditioner from the dispenser into my hand, I reach around and lather it over his cock—the veins pounding against my palm and fingers.
It’s only shallow at first, but his hips start rocking until he’s thrusting against my grip. Neck limp, his head against my shoulder, he releases a groan so deep I feel it in my toes. And it’s a good thing the tiles are freezing against my skin, because with the way he’s grinding his ass against me, I’m almost at half-mast again.
Giggling like a fucking child, I bump my shoulder against Kai as we enter the kitchen.
One day off was all his accrued sick leave would allow, but it’s fine. A day of solid icing meant he was more bruised than swollen, and to me, that just made him sexier.
With my hand clasping his, my feet stumble slightly over each other as he tugs me through the door. Peripherally, I can see the room is mostly empty, like it always is this early in the morning, and I allow Kai to lead me until his body stops dead in its tracks. Looking back at me, he rips his hand from mine, and his brow pinches like he’s trying to tell me he’s sorry. Narrowing my eyes, I look him up and down, then forward over his shoulder.
Romeo…
Without a thought as to why I’m doing it, my body straightens, and my expression falls from my face to the floor.
Deathly silent, and less sure about what to do than me, Kai just stands there.
Like he’s scared of Romeo’s reaction.
And mine.
As though I’ll be ashamed of him.
Lifting my chin, I nod to my best friend and take Kai’s hand. Weaving our fingers together, I take charge and lead him towards the coffee station.