Page 54 of Faithful

No response.

Kai slips his hand into the tiny space between us and palms my cock. Gives it a careful stroke.

My breath catches in my throat.

“Did I tell you how much I love it that you always want me?” He nuzzles my cheek.

I’m so far gone from the onslaught of sensations that I don’t think the words I intend to say make it out. Instead, some unintelligible nonsense about his lips wrapped about my dick leaves my mouth.

Kai smiles, his hand releasing me abruptly.

Then he sinks to the floor.

When I look down, I see him gazing up at me with those huge rain cloud eyes. My heartbeats crash in my ears. I remember I’m in a hotel room in Vegas and Gavin isn’t here and can’t get to me.

Oh fuck.

I bite back a moan.

“It’s okay to make noise, Dylan,” Kai says before dragging his tongue over the length of my cock.

A shudder rocks my whole body and I finally allow myself to let out a ragged gasp. The thick humid air of the shower muffles the echo, but I can still hear it repeating itself quietly somewhere in the back of my head while Kai takes me into his mouth.

It’s gentle and slow at first–the slide of wet heat and the suction. It makes me light-headed too, and I grab onto his hair, seeking more leverage because the wall behind me isn’t enough. My thumb absently caresses his cheek, then slips under his jaw, then travels to his temple.

His movements turn fast and rough, with the occasional brush of teeth, and very noisy, filling the shower with a multitude of obscene sounds: the grind of a body against tile, the scrape of knees on the floor, the low purr of satisfaction, the greedy slap of hands grabbing onto my thighs and playing with my balls.

Oh God!

Why is this so good?

The catastrophic need for release that’s been steadily building in me ever since I left Nashville reaches its highest point.

I’m a flailing mess with mostly scattered thoughts, wondering what I’ve done to deserve such a treat from someone who despises to be touched or stared at but bares himself so beautifully for me.

It all becomes a single stream, a blend of visuals and sharp sensations. The fogged glass. The inked skin. The lean, muscular shoulders. The droplets of water. The tight, slick, familiar heat.

I come with a cry.

My head falls back and my body trembles as I shoot my load down Kai’s throat.

He takes every last drop of it, and I don’t know if I should be terrified of the fact that he’s so good at deepthroating that he has no gag reflex or flattered.

When I look at him next, down on his knees with his wet, swollen mouth, I feel an electric current running through my limbs.

My pulse is on a suicide mission, sprinting like a mad dog.

Kai smirks at me and runs his tongue over his upper lip. “Long time no see, babe.”

I manage to put together a sentence, each word a gasp. “Only you could say something like that after sucking a guy off.”

He pushes himself up to stand, our faces level. “Not any guy.” His voice drops an octave. “Just you.”

I’m still shattered, and my muddled mind doesn’t have any good comebacks at the moment.

So I don’t speak.

I draw him closer and kiss his lips, tasting myself.

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