I wrap my arms around his shoulders, tugging him up higher over me. Just as I feel the weight of his hips against mine, his knees pressing my thighs further apart, a loud crash comes from somewhere in the cafe. The sharp sound drives us apart.
“We’re leaving. Now,” Kai growls. He’s upright and pulling me with him before I can even get my brain online to figure out what’s going on.
How he has the presence of mind to drive us back to his place, I don’t know, but in a blessedly short time our mouths are fused together again, as he grinds his hard cock against my thigh on his bed.
“Still–all–good?” Kai mumbles between kisses.
All good? I think we’ve surpassed good when it comes to Kai and me. Good can’t even begin to cover how it feels to have him against me. His lips leave my mouth to kiss along my jaw, his tongue laving at my neck.
Between the front door and his bedroom we lost most of our clothes, meaning I can paw at his incredible ass with only the thin layer of his briefs between him and my hand. Nearly naked is not nearly naked enough, so I tug clumsily at the waistband, trying to shove them down. He can leave the sock on. I don’t care about that, I just want his underwear off.
My frustration is starting to bubble over. I need more. I need everything.
I need his teeth to stop pressing into my throat and just fucking bite me already.
I need his fucking underwear off and him completely naked against me.
I need him as burning up and needy as I am.
But rather than doing anything to help my rampant, unchecked desperation, he drops his hips between my thighs–without even enough pressure for me to rub myself against him—and I let my body sag against the mattress in defeat.
My protest doesn’t motivate Kai in the way I hoped. He brushes light, butterfly kisses over my face and laughs—laughs!—at my pain. And I am in a lot of pain. My dick is so hard I’m mildly concerned it might snap.
I glare up at his beautiful, smiling face and he retaliates by tickling my nose with his. The harder I frown at him, the more he smiles.
“I asked if everything is still all good. Like, biting and sex and all that stuff?”
My frown gives way to confusion as my brain scrambles to catch up.
“Kai, I swear to the Gods, if you do not take your underwear off this instant I am going to spontaneously combust. Yes, everything's fine.Pleasejust be naked already,” I sob, only half exaggerating.
My hands haven’t stopped feasting on him, tracing desperate paths over his cool skin. They settle once again on the waistband of the tight, white impediments to my bounty, shoving at the impossible fabric. Another time, I would enjoy the view, but right now I am about to shred them. And they look expensive.
Kai sits up, giving me a fantastic view of his abdominal muscles as he twists himself off me to quickly shed the last of his clothes. I’m actually a little sad that he loses the sock.
Settling back on top of me, his dick bobbing proudly from the perfectly groomed nest of black hair at the root of him, my gaze locks on the rivulet of pre-cum leaking from the head onto the softness of my belly. Just like my hands had mapped out the expanse of him, Kai’s hands trace patterns over my chest, teasing my nipples, setting fire to my skin.
The shittiest parts of my brain keep trying to remind me of my insecurity with my body. The softness where there should be muscle, the light blonde fuzz over my stomach and thighs that was never quite enough to be manly and hairy, the paleness of my skin from never seeing the sun even before I turned. But my old fears are temporarily thwarted by the heat in Kai’s eyes as he looks down at me.
“That better, baby?” He taunts, grinding himself down so the cleft of his ass teases my cockhead as it strains towards him.
“Ugh, yes,” I grumble, jerking my hips upwards to get my cock closer.
“Excellent,” Kai smirks. The playful, flirtatious smile transforms into something darker, and infinitely hotter as he drops down, covering my body in his.
I’m completely unprepared for the assault on my senses. Kai is everywhere all at once. My hands wrap around his back, and I try to match the rhythm of his hips as he ruts against me. His lips toy at my neck once again as his cock drags against mine.
He times the first bite perfectly, sinking his teeth into me as he thrusts forward. For one second it is agony, and then there is only bliss and I consider letting him fuck me, just so I can feel how it would be to completely filled by him. Overtaken entirely.
The savage grunts that accompany each frantic pull of my blood drive me further and further over the edge of pleasure. Feeding from Kai was one thing, but having him feed from me is something else entirely—I can feel iteverywhere. My fingers clasp onto the only thing they can find, digging into his ass, encouraging the forceful thrusts of his hips.
I’m completely boneless, melting into the moment, even when Kai pulls off my neck and trails messy, bloody kisses down my chest. When he bites my chest, sucking at the wound he leaves there, I cry out his name, my hand leaving his ass to knot into his hair and press him closer.
It’s no use, though. He continues to plunder my body, alternating between bloody kisses and bites, swiping his tongue through the mess he leaves on my chest, under my armpit, my stomach, and eventually my thighs, leaving two stunning matching bites on each side of mygroin. By the time he settles between my quivering thighs, his blood smeared face grinning hungrily at my aching cock, I am practically levitating with need.
“Don’t worry, Finn. I know not to use my teeth here.” His voice is gravelly from his primal lust, but he’s true to his word as he swallows me whole.
I almost jackknife off the bed from the pleasure of it all. I can barely tolerate it. His arms wrap around my thighs, pinning me down as he pulls up and then sinks all the way back down. There is not a single second of respite for either of us. He takes my cock brutally to the back of his throat, swallowing to take me as far as he can. His wicked tongue massages my length, teasing all the most sensitive places of me.