Page 58 of Pragma
“Home then,” I state, not wanting to start an argument.
“A date? Sweet!” Karin declares.
“It’s with his brother,” Yuna explains, raising the shearling collar of her black leather motorcycle jacket. I don’t know how she does that, but she always seems to know more than she should.
“That’s nice too,” Karin counters with a gentle smile. Her knitted hat has a big red flower on top.
“Where’s my throne of doom when I need it?” I hear Aki saying as we reach the car. I open his door and wait for him to get in before closing it.
I turn to the girls. “Follow us and stay with him until I return.”
They bow their heads and head toward their motorcycle.
When I take the driver’s seat, Aki has his arms crossed and his head turned toward the window. The silent treatment is part of his usual tantrum, but it never lasts for long.
“I feel liketakoyakitonight,” he states. One minute and four seconds, hardly a record. “When you’re done having fun without me, bring me some.”
“Hai.”
His arm moves to the car door; his fingernails start tapping on the plastic panel. What is he planning now?
“Are you really not taking me with you?” he asks after another long pause.
“No,” I simply say, earning a huff from him. I know how egocentric Aki is, everything usually revolves around him. But not this time. He helped me with my brother in the past. He encouraged me, gave me advice. But now, I need to see Joel to get reacquainted with him. And I have to do it alone. The chances of Aki understanding that are slim.
“How about I give you something of mine to take with you?”
I frown at the windshield. What is he talking about?
“Like what?”
“I have something in mind. You just keep your eyes on the road.” His voice has turned smooth and alluring, the kind that draws people in.
His hand moves to my lap; with deft fingers, he unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the zipper.
“Akira!” His name ends with a growl as his palm wraps around my dick, immediately making it half hard.
“What, bunny? What do you want? Tell me,” he murmurs, leaning toward me while jerking me with slow, aching pumps.
When I don’t reply, he adds, “I’ll give you something you won’t forget.” Then he bites at my neck, leaving a mark with his teeth. And fuck, instead of feeling irritated since I know he’s doing all this in retaliation, I want to cover those lips with my cum. I growl again, unable to help it, barely reining in my impulses as I force myself to keep my attention on driving.
As soon as my cock grows fully hard, Aki moans, stopping his hand. “God, you have a perfect specimen down here.” His fingers brush over the sticky head, spreading my precum over my length. It’s fucking torture.
“We can…get into an accident,” I try to reason with him, but it’s more to remind my brain why I should focus on the road.
He snorts. “Like I fucking care when I have your thick, long, meaty, bumpy cock hard as fuck in front of me.”
I almost spend then and there. The next moment, he bends down, and his teeth nip the tip of that well-described part of me.
“Fuck!” I jolt at the slight pain and grab a handful of his hair, pulling his head up. “You’re a…mad dog!”
He licks his lips, giving me a wolfish grin. And while his hand slides inside my boxers to grab my balls, he voices, “Try to remember it when you are out without me.”
He’s impossibly insane! I want to give him a piece of my mind, but the sound of his mellifluous voice along with his sweet scent make me forget what I was about to say and create an uncontrollable need to see him sucking my dick. I loosen the grip on his hair, and he quickly goes back down between mylegs, eyes devouring me and hot mouth about to do the same. It’s enough to have me on the edge of madness. Then half of my throbbing dick is quickly enveloped by hot, wet, tight suction.
Damn, he’s on my cock like a starved man.
That I like him blowing me shouldn’t be a revelation. I like blowjobs. Always have. But there’s something incredibly different about how Aki takes me apart with his lips. Maybe it’s the inexperienced but eager way he tries so hard to get more cock inside his mouth, or the deep moan he lets out every time I leak precum on his tongue. Or the way his long fingers massage my balls. Whatever it is, I’m committing every slurping sound and wet touch to memory. Every single second of it. I’m not gonna last long, it’s too goddamn good.
