Page 18 of The Defense Rests
Touché.
"Kai, will you stay with me in Rockport Ridge?"
"O. M. G. You're starting to sound like a stage one clinger." His voice emulating a blonde valley girl from a cheesy nineties movie.
Before I can lean over to tickle him, he's already laughing and running out of the living room to the bedroom, which I presumably think is to hide. He only makes it as far as the bed before he stops abruptly and turns around, only for me to run into him, chest to chest. Instinctively, I grab him around the waist to prevent us from falling, and his normal light blue eyes turn Navy. I press his body against mine and feel his cock hardening, pressing against mine. His warm breath feathersacross my lips from his short, labored breaths that aren't caused by the exertion from that little run.
Our eyes lock in, and for a few beats, we stare into each other's eyes. I swear I can read every thought going through Kai's mind. When his lips part, I think he's going to kiss me, but instead, the softest sound escapes.
"Please."
Ten
Kai
There's nothing I hate more than being tickled.
I think it stems back to when I was a kid at a sleepover with my friend Alex. His older brother used to tease and tickle us, and he was relentless. He was a couple of years older and much stronger. He would hold me down and tickle me. He said he loved to hear me laugh, and one night, during a particular sleepover, he and Alex held me down and tickled me. I screamed for them to stop, but I was laughing so hard my stomach was cramping. Then I wet myself. It was mortifying. Ever since, I hated being tickled in fear of a repeat in pissing my pants.
So, when Shaun had the playful look in his eye and his fingers began wiggling in my direction, I knew he was going to try to tickle me. It was fight or flight mode, and I decided to take flight. I ran to hide in the bedroom, which was my first mistake. When I was blocked by the bed, I felt like a dumb blonde in a horror flick that runs up the stairs instead of out the front door.
Turning around to look for another escape, my chest collides with Shaun's. Our bodies pressing together causes heat to course through me. He instinctively wrapped me in his arms to prevent us from falling, but then, with his hands on my lower back, he pulled me closer, and I felt my dick harden. Oh, god. It's been too long since I've had sex. I press against him and feel his hard length pressing against me, too.
He wants this as badly as I do.
Shaun's eyes are the color of a storm, and I want nothing more than for him to rain down his wrath on me. I only hope he's not gentle like a spring rain. I want him to use me. I want him to mark me and make me feel him for days to come.
Looking into his eyes, I'm too worked up to talk, but somehow I manage a simple, "Please." It comes out soft and breathy.
"I got you, baby."
"Yes." I don't know what I’m agreeing to, but whatever he’s offering, I’m willing to accept. Yes, I'll be your baby. Yes, I want you to fuck me. Yes, take care of me. Yes, to all of it.
"Arms up." He tells me, and I comply instinctively. He lifts my t-shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor.
I mimic the move and remove his shirt next. The fabric flutters to the ground on top of mine. Something inside of me loves seeing our clothes mingling on the floor together. Before long, we're standing face to face, semi-nude in only our underwear. So much left unsaid in his gaze. The moment feels heavy.
"You're beautiful." He tells me with a soft smile. "I've always thought so."
"I never thought we would get…you know…here," I tell him before looking away. His intense stare starting to feel overwhelming.
"Kai." The use of my name pulls me to look at him. "I have wanted you since the day we met at the center. You were so young that I wanted you to have the chance to explore who you would become. I didn't want you to ever feel tied down."
"You were also busy," I tell him, voice barely a whisper as I reach out for his hand to make some kind of connection.
Shaun shakes his head. "No. It was an excuse. Mostly. I was busy with my internship and stuff, but I could have made aneffort to try. I was just scared. Scared of offering you something I couldn't fulfill. Afraid that I was going to hold you back from wanting to go to Berkeley
"What are you saying?" I ask, not knowing where this is leading.
"Kai. I like you. A lot. Always have. If we continue down this path, it could get complicated. Not just with the case, either. I'm not a casual guy. I don't like sharing. There are things you need to know before we go down," he points to our near-nakedness, "this road."
"Then tell me. You know I won't judge you."
Shaun steps back from me and grabs his discarded pants and slips them on. My stomach twists.
What. The. Fuck
I was moments away from feeling him in all the ways I've dreamed. Even when I played with other guys, I dreamt of Shaun holding me. Fingering me. Fucking me.
