Page 21 of Faithful

Kai is the first one to pull back.

He looks at me with those huge sky-deep, devastating eyes and I’m trembling even before he reaches for the waistband of my jeans to make his intentions clear.

“Take this off.” I grab at the hem of his sweater and roll it up. “I want to see you.”

A small strip of pale inked skin comes into view. Something swirls in my stomach, filling me up slowly but surely. A feeling. An old and forgotten feeling of awe when unwrapping a Christmas present.

Kai waits a moment, holding my gaze, then drags his sweater up and over his head, tossing it on the floor.

A thought somewhere in the back of my head nudges me carefully.

I better not fuck up Leigh’s sofa set. I’m poor and I can’t afford to buy her a new one, but when shirtless Kai Delisa makes a very bold move and slips his hands into my jeans, everything resembling common sense and decency in me goes down the gutter.

My entire body tenses, whether from pleasure or shock I don’t know. Maybe a combination of both.

My eyes fall closed because I’m not able to look at him now, not with his hot, agile palm wrapped around my cock. Working it expertly.

“Excited?” Kai asks, nipping at my ear. There’s a hint of playfulness in his voice that wasn’t there before, and it washes over me like a warm summer rain.

“Yeah…” I mutter between coarse, barely audible moans. “But you already knew that.”

He responds with a kiss to my temple.

In the muted light of the living room, I fumble with his zipper. My movements are clumsy and impatient.

Kai wiggles his hips a little to allow me some room to maneuver as I tug his jeans down as much as is possible in our positions.

A small part of me wants to offer to take this action to the bedroom, but the rest of me is so overwhelmed by the need to have him–however he allows it–that I don’t dare go against what he’s started.

I’m shaking and dizzy and lost in a whirlwind of sounds and sensations: the ragged, almost savage drag of air into my lungs. The tight heated slide of a hand over eager flesh. The blurred silhouette of a body on top of me, rising and falling in tandem with my own small desperate motions.

Eventually, this desperate exchange of pleasure turns messy. There’s pre-cum leaking down my cock, coating Kai’s fingers and dripping across his wrist. I’m so close to the edge that I can’t keep my eyes open.

“Look at me,” he says. His hand continues to work me into a delirium. His other hand slips to the back of my neck, pressing into my sweat-slicked skin, finding my nerve endings.

I don’t know how he manages to stay collected, to stay on top of his thoughts and actions while my last brain cell is about to burst. I blame this lack of self-control on inexperience. Inexperience I’m still scared to reveal during some key moment.

“Look at me.” Kai repeats his demand in a broken, raspy voice.

I obey.

I will my eyelids to lift and do what he says.

I stare at him through a fog of sex-induced euphoria. I stare at his eyes, wide and big. I stare at his cheekbones, sharp and fine. I stare at the droplets of perspiration dotting his temples and forehead and the wisps of dark hair stuck to the side of his face.

He finishes me off just like that, with my jeans still covering half of my ass, my hands still on his cock, and my mouth open.

It surges and threatens and roars through me like a thousand hurricanes, spilling across the ink on his chest and stomach.

Kai leans in. Presses his mouth to mine. Rolls his pelvis into my grip and comes seconds later. There’s a groan of pleasure sounding in my ears and the feel of a hip bone beneath my sticky fingers as my hand wanders around his body without any sense of destination, only the urge to touch.To have more of him.

The comedown is almost unbearable.

There’s so much adrenaline still left in me that I can’t seem to grasp the fact that it’s done, that I’m on the other side of the climax now.

Kai’s still on top of me, soft and spent, his thighs cradling my thighs. His palms are flat on my chest. He doesn’t mind the mess we made. Neither do I.

I know I need to make sure the sofa is clean but it’s not something I want to do just yet.

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