Page 71 of Bloody Temptations

Kai’s forehead drops to the crook of my neck. I arch my head to give him more space, and he takes it. His soft lips brush at the tendons, making me shiver and sending electric shocks throughout my body.

“I’ll wear them for you whenever you like. All the time. Anything for you, Finn.” Kai promises between each drag of his lips. He kisses the hollow of my throat and scrapes his teeth along the curve of my collarbone.

All I can do is whimper and hold on tightly. My body winds tight; the feeling of being completely surrounded by him is bliss. I could all too easily come from this. My feet dig into the mattress, trying to expel some of the excess feelings running through me. Even my heart feels like it’s going to burst. Kai is close to the edge too. I can feel it in the increasingly erratic thrust of his hips and the way his cock is furiously leaking pre-cum.

I need more. I need… I need.

I need to taste him.

With more effort and self control than I’ve ever exerted in my life, I gather up the last remaining brain cells he’s left me with and I push at his shoulders.

He fights me, too enamoured with the bruise he’s suctioning onto my neck and riding the wave of the orgasm that’s about to barrel down on him.

I fight harder and I manage it, throwing him off me and onto his back with a loud grunt.

“Wha—” Kai tries to catch his bearings, but I don’t give him time, quickly swapping our positions and nudging my way between his thighs.

He really is magnificent. I run my hands over his chest. The muscles in his stomach jump when my palms coast over them, and I take a short detour to squeeze the sides of his torso, massaging down to his hips.

His cock is hard and slick. So ready to come already that the velvety head has turned a furious red. Desperate. It jerks eagerly whenever my fingers venture close, trailing the seam of his groin and then massaging the muscle of his thigh. But he is too close for that. I want to give him everything.

My hands retrace their path up his body, and he whimpers, a hand coming behind his head on the pillows so he can watch me worship him. He feels like magic under my hands. Like I have reclaimed that spark of magic I lost with my change. It’s here, between us. I can feel the beginning in my fingertips, all the way down to my toes.

When I reach his shoulders again, I lean forward and close my lips over him. He wasn’t expecting it. His eyes were unfocused with lust, and he jumps at the contact, melting when I sweep my tongue between his teeth.

I don’t let the kiss go too far. When he kisses me back, his tongue instinctively mating with mine, I pull back and kiss my way over his jaw and down his neck.

He wants me to bite him. I know he does when his free hand fists my hair, trying to keep me at his neck. Probably because my stomach is perfectly positioned over his erection and he’s rubbing against me, desperate for release.

I want to torture him for hours, keeping him right here at the very edge, but I can’t. Not only because the dawn will come before we know it, but because everything in my being is trembling with need for this man.

I don’t know how to tell him exactly how I feel about him. Not yet. And so I want to show him. Tear myself open and let him seeeverything. The good, the bad, the terrifying.

Metaphorically of course.

I focus on that, the feeling he evokes in me. The way his smile lights up my spirit and his laugh makes my stomach swoop and my blood hum. I focus on the way his eyes always find me—even in the chaos of the club—and the way he’s shone like a beacon in the darkest time of my life. The way he has given to me so selflessly, and asked for nothing in return.

All of that and more—the things I can’t begin to comprehend yet and everything still to come—I infuse that into the way I kiss my way down his body.

When I reach the juncture of his thighs, his straining cock brushing my cheek, his hand still buried in my hair, I look up the length of his body through my lashes.

Kai’s eyes are focused now, focused entirely on me. Hegetsit. One day, hopefully soon, I’ll be able to tell him how much he means tome. How in such a short time, he’s somehow become the centre of my existence.

His strong fingers massage my scalp, our eyes locked on each other as I take his length in my mouth. He’s so close to release, it’s a risky maneuver, the taste of his pre-cum liberally coating my tongue as I work my way down his length.

“Finn, babe—fuck!” His thighs tense so tightly either side of me, it’s like clamps bearing down on my sides.

I don’t relent, massaging the long vein on the underside of his cock with my tongue as I pull up and then sink back down, until the head of his dick hits my throat. He’s like a steel rod in my mouth. My jaw begins to feel the tension of stretching around him, a slick river running over his taut balls from my spit and his profuse leaking.

My hands bury under his ass, teasing the cleft between his cheeks where the river pools, and I continue to lavish his cock with attention. With my hands where they are, I can feel each flex of his ass as he tries to hold back from fucking my face.

I’d love nothing more than to let him take his pleasure from me. But I want to taste more. Hollowing my cheeks I drag my lips up his cock, giving the slit on his head one last lick before dropping onto my belly and licking at his balls instead. They are drawn so tight, I can’t even suck them into my mouth. I follow the creased line between them down further, pushing his thighs back until his knees hit his chest.

“Gods, Finn. I can’t… please…” Kai all but sobs somewhere up near my pillows, clutching his knees tightly, exposing his delicious hole to me.

I delve in like a starving man, licking at him, teasing him with wide strokes of my tongue, and then harder flicks until he softens enough to allow me entrance. I’m like a man possessed, devouring his hole until my cheeks are wet and I’m half mad with the need to be inside him.There is a pressure of something hard on my shoulder, and I reach for it blindly. Lube. I have no idea where he got it from, or even when. Logic is for later.

I uncap the bottle, making a mess as I coat my hand without stopping my feasting. One finger joins my tongue, and when he’s begging for more, his delirious cries like an offering to the Gods, I add another, and then another again.

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