Page 115 of Faithful

“You didn’t answer my question,” he says in that bedroom voice of his he sometimes likes to use when he’s singing. The deep rasp goes straight to my balls. “Would you like to really own me?”

“Every part of you.” I carefully nudge him toward the bed.

He obeys and steps back until his legs hit the edge of the mattress.

I shove at his chest (because he likes it a little rough) and he falls on the bedcovers, all smooth inked skin and long sinewy limbs and messy waves of black hair. He’s rock hard just like me. And this feels major. It's the first time for both of us after the wordlovewas uttered. Not simply the joining of two bodies dictated by chemical reactions and a primal need for release, but something sensational and beautiful. I want to make it worthy of the occasion and savor each second of this claiming.

“Don’t just stand there.” Kai laughs softly, wrapping his hand around his cock. “Unless you want to watch.” He gives himself a lazy stroke.

“I’m gonna have to take a rain check on the solo action.” I get on the bed and straddle his thighs. “I have something else in mind.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” I lean forward, bringing my face to his to kiss him. He tastes of man and smoke and forbidden fantasies and no matter how many times our lips lock, it’s always the same. It’s heaven on earth. A soft, tingly, breathtaking feeling of paradise.

“Care to elaborate?” Kai asks when we come up for air.

Our limbs are entwined now, our erections trapped between our bodies that are flush against each other.

“I forget…” I murmur. “When I look at you, I forget myself… All I want to do is take you apart and make you scream. And then I want to smear myself against those pieces of you and scream with you. Does that make me a psycho?”

“No.” He picks a curl out of the heap of curls that have fallen over my forehead and tucks it behind my ear. “It makes you complicated and I like complicated.” He shoves up and to the side and then flips us. I end up on my back, pinned to the mattress, totally helpless.

“I wanna ride you, baby,” Kai whispers, kissing his way down my rib cage and stomach to eventually give some attention to my cock.

His mouth on me is soft and warm and absolutely delightful. A worthy lead-in. I have to grab a fistful of fabric as I try to rein in my raging desire to come, to spill down his throat, to mark him again and again. He doesn’t make it easy. He’s fucking good at sucking dick, and he works me until I’m a sweaty, writhing heap of pleasure.

Spit-slicked, chest heaving with ragged breaths, and turned on to the point of pain, I watch him through the strange star-studded blur in my eyes as he finally removes his mouth from my cock to grab the lube from the bedside drawer.

A couple of expert motions to prep us, then he scoots over to straddle me, to align our bodies. Head tossed back, lips parted, every muscle tense and stone hard, he lowers himself on my erection, guiding me into him with his hand first until he’s fully seated, until our thighs touch. There’s this telltale broken gasp, the sound he makes every time I enter him. He’s lingering between the agony of penetration and the promise of nirvana during these first few moments while his body acknowledges the stretch, and he’s beautiful with his face suddenly becoming lit up and slack-jawed and devoid of any emotion but possessive hunger.

For him, bottoming is a form of art.

“God, why do you feel so good?” I murmur, resting both hands on his thighs as he begins to slowly grind his hips, fucking himself.

He’s tight, hot silk all around me, and it’s such an exquisite feeling, the raw essence of him and the absence of rubber. And the knowledge of this being something we both want, the knowledge of this being about that ownership Kai spoke of earlier, fills me with savage need.

I meet the movement of his pelvis with a powerful thrust upward, slipping my hands over and around to cradle his ass for better leverage, nails raking his skin.

Kai responds with a moan, rocking forward, pawing at my chest. “Yes, just like this, baby… Fuck me harder.” The rest of the words are a string of breathy commands, which I gladly follow.

Every single shred of logic and reason I still have left in me fades, giving way to this perfect, relentless, all-consuming ride.

It’s wild and messy, with the crude sound of flesh smacking and the occasional thump of the headboard against the wall and the guttural cries of ultimate pleasure, and I’m completely lost in him, lost in the gale of sensations, lost in the images that register in my head like camera flashes. Kai, naked and sweat-drenched on top of me, riding my cock, hair tousled and damp, mouth a perfectly shapedOwhen he doesn’t bite his lips to delay the inevitable. His own cock is thick and leaking, and I remember stroking it roughly and his eyes rolling back. I remember him kissing me sloppily on the lips, shifting a little to adjust the angle, panting into my ear, knotting his fingers in my hair, and pounding me into the mattress furiously.

There’s this cinching, toe-curling feeling, wringing and twisting my body from the inside out. Kai’s hand slams against the headboard, and the edges of my vision turn black, then spread out, enveloping the room in darkness. And I can’t endure it anymore.

“I’m gonna come, Kai,” I mutter. “Gonna come, sweetheart.”

He increases the speed, deepening the connection between us, plants a kiss on my lips, and whispers into my mouth, “Please do, baby. Fill me up. Make me yours.” His body around me clenches as if in anticipation.

And then time stops. The orgasm, long and powerful, finally barrels through me as I thrust forward and pour myself into him. My mind distantly registers the feel of hot wet stripes shooting against my stomach. His own release.

And the world is made up of stars and colors and laughter and possibilities.

God… I don’t want this to ever end…

For a long moment there, we remain quiet, with Kai still sitting on my softening cock, eyes glazed, breathing labored, and me propping myself up with one elbow to meet him halfway. My other hand is cupping his head. Because I need to hold on to something.

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