Page 46 of Blood Ties
He stops. Instantly. Hands loosening on my hips, pulling back to search my face. I’m breathing hard, staring at him, my lips half-open but no words coming out.
I should tell him to stop. But if I do, then—
Then he’ll stop.
It hits me like a revelation. I may be a prisoner here, but Kai will stop if I tell him to. Unlike his brother, helistens. Unlike with his brother, I have the power here.
There is something heady about that knowledge. About having power,anypower, in a situation like this.
I place a hand on Kai’s chest and push gently. “Lie down,” I whisper.
He obeys, pliable beneath my hands, and it only heightens my sense of power — and desire. My heart thumps as I straddle his hips, staring down at him. His hands are still hovering over my waist, but he doesn’t touch me without permission. One word from my lips and he stopped.
It’s almost enough to make me forget about the shackle on my wrist, and all of the reasons I should hold myself back.
How could I deny myself the chance to feel a little bit good, in a place like this?
Hand fisting in his shirt, I roll my hips, grinding my core down against the stiff length still trapped in his jeans. He groans, and so do I.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Can I...?” One of his hands clenches and unclenches at my side.
I grab him by the wrist and place his hand on my hip again. “Yes,” I say. “But stay like this. Don’t move. Let me...” I grind against him, finding a rhythm. Using his body like a toy.
Judging from the sounds he makes, Kai is all too happy to be played with. His fingers dig into my hip, grazing the sliver of skin where my shirt rides up. After a moment, he hesitantly urges the motion of my body, his dark eyes locked on mine. I bite my lip, heat building within me, a fire fed by this delicious friction between our bodies. He’s breathing hard, a flush spreading over his pale face, his eyes heavily lidded as he stares up at me.
Will he come in his pants again, if I keep doing this?
It turns me on more than it should. Encourages me to move harder, faster. I haven’t dry humped anyone like this since high school, butfuck, I don’t know why I ever stopped. It feels so fucking good.
One hand still braced on his chest, I let the other snake up over my body. My fingers toy with my nipple through my shirt. Our eyes are still locked, so I see the way his widen as they follow the motion. I feel his dick twitch through his jeans.
Fuck, that’s hot. All of this is way hotter than it should be.
Kai shifts his weight beneath me with a whispered curse. He’s probably trying not to finish overly fast again, but the way he moves presses one of his thighs between my legs, and I gasp. He freezes.
“S... Stay there,” I whimper. “Right there.” I rub myself against him, hips rocking back and forth in little motions that drive me crazy. I can feel the orgasm building up inside of me, and I should probably stop, but I need the release. One hand fisting in his shirt and the other teasing at my breast, I come hard and sudden with a soft cry.
I lift my head, breathing hard, to find Kai staring up at me with something like awe. As I glance down at his tented pants, it’s obvious he’s still painfully hard. But he still hasn’t touched me, just like I asked him.
I shift myself off of him, heat blooming in my cheeks as I see the damp spot I left behind on his pants. I reach over and undo the button on his jeans, slide the zipper down. “You’ve been so good for me,” I murmur. I reach into his boxers and grip his stiff length, biting my lip as he whimpers. “Can I suck your cock?”
“Yes,” he says, strained and breathy. “Please.”
I slide his pants and boxers down to his knees and lean over him, licking my lips before wrapping my mouth around him. He groans as I swirl my tongue over his head, tasting salty precum and masculine musk. I take in more of him, and he curses. So sensitive, so responsive. It’s easy to read what he likes from every little noise he makes, and soon I have him trembling and moaning as I bob up and down on his length. His hands fist in the sheets at his sides, too afraid to touch me.
I reach out and take one of his hands, lead it to the back of my head. But instead of pushing my head down like I expect, he grabs my hair and pulls it out of my face, holding it at the roots.
He’s so sweet it’s a little bit devastating. I hate the little flutter of warmth in my chest. Trying to ignore it, I suck him faster, deeper, get him nice and wet and sloppy for me.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
I push myself down, deep enough that I choke, and his legs tense.
“Oh s-shit. I think I’m gonna—please— Riley!”
His hips thrust up as he spills himself down my throat. I suck him through it, drink down every drop, and wait for him to go limp before I pull my mouth away.
