Page 78 of Something So Strong

“Un-cut.” He quirks his brow.

“British boy,” I respond, my tongue tracing the seam of my lips as I wrap my fingers midway down my shaft. Pulling down, I expose the head, the crisp air of the room cooling my rapidly overheating body as it blows again the pre-cum dripping from my tip.

“Fuck, you look good beneath me,” Kai croons, raising his chin, his eyes brazenly glaring down through hooded lids.

“Don’t get used to it,” I taunt back, lifting my knee to rub the inside of his thigh. “Your turn.” I look towards his bulge. “Only if you want to.”

One hand reaches beneath the excess fabric and the other pushes it as far down his legs as he can reach, revealing that his hand is already running languidly up and down his length. Letting go, he brings that hand to his mouth and spits in his palm. Returning it, he runs his thumb over his darkened and slick head, mixing it with the saliva.

Holding our positions, we study each other’s movements. Our differing techniques. The faces we pull when completely consumed by a lust we still don’t know what to do with.

With an almost pained grunt, Kai’s shoulders fall, his head drops, and the top of his abs tense as his hand pumps faster.

I drive up into my fist, squeezing harder. Torn between wanting to come and forcing it to last as long as possible.

Without warning, Kai stops and pries my grip from my hungry cock.

Holding both hands above my head, he kisses up between my pecks. When he reaches my neck, his dick bounces against mine and I raise my hips. “So thirsty, pretty boy.”

Before licking along my jaw, he pushes down against me.

My head drives into the mattress. “More,” I beg.

Releasing my left arm, Kai drags his hand down it, onto my chest, and to my stomach until he has a hold of me—his hand effortlessly sliding along my length.

“It’s a lot easier to work with.”

“Guess us Brits are onto something.”

“Maybe…” He trails off. Anything more he could say on the topic would be pointless because the way he’s working me—his wrist twisting with each up-stroke—is making me see stars.

“Fuck,” I keen with my jaw squeezed tight. “So good.”

He rubs his nose against my cheek. “Nice to know I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

Turning my head, I seek out his lips and suck on his bottom one, longing to have his tongue dominate my mouth again. But he smirks, kisses me chastely, and laps the tip of his tongue against mine—teasing me forward. Taking the bait, I follow after it, my mouth crashing into his as I chase it down. A satisfied hum permeates between us as he continues to taunt me until I delve in as far as I can and scoop down on his tongue. With a low groan, he forces his lips against me harder, almost daring me to stick my tongue straight down his throat.

Pulling back, Kai lets go of my dick and just stares at me. His pupils are blown out and his eyes are glossy with a strange kind of fierce thankfulness. Pressing his fingers to his swollen lips, he drags them down until he’s gripping his neck—his jaw slack and lips parted.

Running purely on instinct, I copy his movements and drag the tips of my fingers along his bottom lip.

He inhales sharply.

His expression begs for more.

Careful of my movements but also wanting to please him, I grip his cheeks and dig my fingers in. A deep, wanton grunt falls from his lips, and his tongue slinks out of his mouth to run along the webbing between my thumb and forefinger.

“You like that?”

He nods, but I jerk his head back to look at me straight on.

He moans. Greedy.

“You want more?” I trace along his bottom lip again. “Do you want me to fuck your mouth with my fingers?”

His eyes all but roll back in his head at the sound of my words.

Desperate to see him happy, I hook my three middle fingers over his bottom lip until they are just inside his mouth.

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