Page 22 of Faithful

He’s the first to move.

“Don’t.” My arms snake around his waist to hold him in place.

He smiles lazily. Drops his head to my shoulder. Runs his tongue over my clavicle.

I tremble.

A spark of desire forms somewhere at the base of my spine. I feel myself getting hard again even though I just came. Very spectacularly too.

“You want me this much?” Kai murmurs into my neck, cupping my growing erection.

“I can’t help it,” I say honestly.

“How many times did you jerk off to my videos since Houston?”

My face heats at the speed of light, but I push the intense embarrassment down (since we’re already way past online acquaintances) and say, “You really wanna know?”

“Of course.” Kai’s mouth travels to the dip between my collarbones. He licks the spot once. “I wanna know which videos too.” Twice.

“Okay, don’t do this…”

“Why not?” He draws back and looks at me through the lowered fringe of his thick, dark eyelashes, and all I can do is just try to remember to breathe under his gaze.

“Don’t be a fucking perv,” I blurt out.

“I think you’re confusing who the perv is.” He laughs. It’s low and intimate and it makes my skin buzz and my heart beat faster.

“C’mere.” I place my hand at the nape of his neck and pull him into another kiss because a) I like kissing him and b) this is the only way to shut him up.

Things progress quickly. He’s hard again, and the fact that we haven’t even bothered to clean ourselves up seems irrelevant.Later.

It’s almost violent this time. The slide and roll of our bodies. The firmness of our grips. The sound of hands abusing flesh.

Somewhere in there, Kai finds a moment to take off his jeans and underwear completely. They are on the floor next to the sofa. My own jeans are halfway down my thighs and I’m getting the distinct feeling that eventually they’ll be joining Kai’s.

Just not yet, not when all our attention is directed at pursuing our orgasms.

His mouth–hot and phenomenally skillful–crushes into my cheek. The heat wave of his breath reduces me to a fool with a one-track mind when he whispers, “Do you want to take this further?”

I’m not dumb. I get the idea of what he’s talking about, but I’m caught off guard by this question, by the timing and boldness of it, and my hand loses its rhythm around his length. My pulse does something strange too.

Kai senses the change and tears his face from mine, his own movements turning sluggish. “Dylan?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Did I say something wrong?”

And just like that, we go from ten to zero and I have all these thoughts racing through my head, all these questions that a guy who’s been getting down and dirty with another guy should have probably asked in advance.

My throat tightens. “No… I just didn’t expect you’d want to?”

“Why not?” He’s serious now, and his hands have moved from my cock to rest against my stomach, nice and familiar.

“I thought you were joking when you said you’d let me fuck you.”

His gaze darkens, but he remains still.

“Why?”

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