Page 129 of Tamed (The Courtside King Duology 1)

Rapture mushroomed in his crotch.

“Oh, shit—” he gasped.

“Tell me,” Kai growled. “My handsome warrior.”

“I’m gonna— Ugh!— Oh, God, I’m so fucking close!”

Kai rumbled, his fingers strumming Breck into insanity. “You’re so beautiful like this, jeja… So out of your mind...”

Was that a compliment? Breck couldn’t tell. Shit was too chaotic, his every nerve ending in a full-blown frenzy. Pleasure spiked. Then pressure surged. Deep in his crotch. He sucked in sharply.

Goddamn it! He didn’t want to come like this!

Kai’s next stroke rifled him over the edge.

“UGH!” His hips thrust forward, his body bowing. Cum punched up his shaft, pelting his collarbone, his throat, his pecs. His prostate pulsed. His asshole clenched. Air heaved from his lungs. Every cell in his body shattering inside the cage of Kai’s arms.

Gasping, he craned his head to the side, his lips pressed once more against Kai’s stubbly cheek. He started to float as his orgasm ebbed. Languidly dissipating into ethereal bliss. Even as a part of him stayed back to savor Kai’s closeness. The warmth of his chest.

Long moments later, he swallowed and opened his eyes—not that he could see anything—and focused on catching his breath. Fuck, that was amazing. His brain rebooted, bringing him back into the present. What a release. He’d never climaxed so hard. Which was saying a lot, since Kai hadn’t even been touching his dick.

Breck stiffened, snapping back to reality.

Oh, God. He’d busted without Kai touching his dick.

Meaning, for all intents and purposes, that he just came in his pants.

Mortification slammed him. His cheeks flared hot. Any second, Kai would be basting him with a snarky remark.

Breck tried to straighten. He needed to be ready, on the defense.

But Kai held him firm. “Stop,” he murmured. “Breathe, jeja. Relax. Everything is good.” Slowly, soothingly, he stroked Breck’s throat. Just like before.

Breck’s brain fuzzed, his muscles easing. He didn’t get it. No jabs? No taunting? No innuendos about him being a kid? Why would Kai pass on such a golden opportunity? He’d all but handed it to him on a silver platter.

But as Kai continued with those calming caresses, Breck found himself melting on a full-body sigh. Right back up on cloud nine with this mystifying man.

God, he felt impossibly sated, turning to liquid in the palm of Kai’s hands.

He turned his face toward Kai’s. Smiled drowsily. “Fuck… I can’t believe you made me do that.”

Kai palmed his jaw. Gently nuzzled his cheek. “I enjoyed it, jeja. Very much.”

Another compliment? Breck couldn’t tell. Was too busy purring down to the depths of his soul.

Kai sighed, his breath whispering over Breck’s mouth.

Breck stilled, heart lurching. Their lips. He could sense them just millimeters apart. Would Kai kiss him? His pulse sped back up. He hadn’t forgotten how that man’s mouth moved. How it’d affected his brain like some kind of heavenly drug.

Did he want that now, though? He felt conflicted. Wasn’t sure. They weren’t in the throes anymore. Hell, he’d already orgasmed. Was in post-fuck mode. In other words, he had no valid reason for wanting anything more. He’d gotten what he wanted. An amazing experience. An astonishing climax. He should be good to go.

And yet, for some fucked up reason, he didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay. Here. With Kai. This exasperating, impossible man who made his insides feel all fuzzy.

Before he could stop himself, he lined their lips up more fully. He wanted this.

To his frustration, though, Kai kept his mouth just out of reach.

In other words, no kiss was happening.

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