Page 54 of Adrift Without You
Ky falling apart earlier in the evening, while he wasinsideme, is still fresh. His pain and fragility scare me, especially when there is no conceivable way I can care for him beyond this night. I have fears about the extent of what James has put Ky through over the years. What has he sacrificed to prove he’s worthy and nothing like his deadbeat parents? It seems webothmade some fucked up choices built on denial and lies and loss.
Once alone, I decide a shower is absolutely necessary. Ideally, I’d like to douche, but I know my body pretty well and I’m ninety-five per cent sure it’ll be okay. Fuck, I’m not going to think about that fear.
In the bathroom I take a piss then turn on the shower taps. Just as I’ve finished getting naked, Ky appears in the doorway, his eyes sweeping over my body.
“Can I join you?” he asks.
I answer by stripping Ky out of his clothes before I lead him under the water. Earlier in the evening when we’d tried, it hadstarted and ended so quickly that it had barely registered. I’m grateful we’re getting a do-over and the chance to take our time. I want so much more than a quick fuck—perhaps more than any other time in my life.
I’ve suppressed and denied my sub nature for far too many years, and the thought of being with Ky once again, who can take me apart and put me back together, already has me hardening. Just the thought of him holding me down and taking control has me dizzy with anticipation.
The hot water feels damn good, but it’s soon forgotten as my attention locks onto the rivulets of water cascading down Kyle’s chest and abs. He lathers my body with soap, turning me this way and that, washing my arms and back and chest. His long, thick dick bumps against mine, teasing me, and I long to take it into my mouth. It’s still the most perfect cock I’ve ever laid eyes on. Porn star calibre.
Ky watches me intently, his pale blue eyes darkening to the deepest ocean blue.
Patience running out, I crush my lips to Ky’s, shoving him hard against the shower wall. We both grunt on impact, my urgency taking us from zero to a hundred in an instant. Our kisses are brutal; mouths devouring and teeth biting as we shamelessly rut against each other. But Ky, always needing to dominate, drives me backwards, pinning me to the opposite wall and capturing my hands above my head. I whimper, my body yearning for more.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Ky kisses me filthily, licking deep into my mouth, then flips me around so my chest is flat to the shower wall. “Goddamn, this fucking ass.” Ky slaps the meaty flesh of my right ass cheek, and I groan, my chest puffing out with pride. “How is your ass still this perfect?”
I arch my back enticingly, feeling sexy and slutty. Ky whispers into my ear, his lips grazing my lobe. “Keep your hands on the wall and spread your legs for me, baby.”
I do as he says, jiggling my ass once my feet are placed wide. Ky lathers up his hands and massages, kneading into the muscle. Then he spreads me apart and rubs the head of his cock over my rim, taunting me as he feasts on my neck. I push my ass back, begging to be fucked.
Finally, a finger teases at my hole, circling, stroking, andalmostpenetrating. It’s sheer fucking torture.
Ky’s deep voice hums in my ear. “You like that, don’t you, Bren?”
“Fuck yeah I like it. Stop being a fuckin’ tease.”
Ky chuckles. “You want me to eat your ass before I fuck you? I’m gonna take my time with you tonight.”
Holy fuck, yes. Ky soaps up my hole and dips just the tip of his finger inside, over and over again. All I can manage is a series of curses and more shameless moaning.
“Think you’re ready for my tongue?” Ky asks.
I can’t remember the last time I was rimmed, and I want it so badly it’s embarrassing. But, right now, I need Ky’s lips on mine.
Turning around, I slot our mouths together as I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking slow and firm, just the way he used to like. When Ky’s dick turns rock hard, I drop to my knees, wanting to taste and needing to submit. Our eyes meet as I swirl my tongue around the head, then lightly flick the frenulum, pulling a fervent groan from deep within Kyle’s throat.
“Tell me what you want?” I ask, pumping his cock in one hand and rolling his balls with the other. Ky’s fingers sink into my hair, then he tugs hard, making me gasp as my face is forced up to him. Yes, this is what I want. What I need. Ky in control, a little rough, wet and aching for me.
“Take it all in, baby. I want to see those pouty lips slide all the way down my dick.” Ky rubs his cockhead over my mouth, and I lick up the pre-cum, shivering at his taste. It’s been a long time since I’ve taken a dick this big, so when I slowly swallow him down, I take in as many inches as I can.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Ky chants, eyes glued to my mouth.
I set a moderate pace, taking him deep into my throat once I become more confident. It feels so right to be on my knees for him, making him feel good like only I can. My own cock is painfully hard, but I don’t dare touch myself for fear I’ll come. Ky’s shaft is like steel in my mouth, veins forming ridges against my tongue. Once his legs begin to shake, I slow, then pull off with a satisfied pop.
I wipe the saliva from my chin and stand, Ky crushing me to his chest and kissing me thoroughly.
“Let’s take this to bed,” I suggest.
Drying us off, Ky walks me backwards into the bedroom, holding my lips captive the entire time. The back of my knees hit the bed, and I fall, taking Ky with me. His body covers mine, solid and protective. I tilt my chin up as he places wet, dragging kisses over my jaw and down the curve of my throat. I completely surrender as Ky restrains my wrists, pressing me firmly into the mattress. He could do anything to me and I’d welcome it. The revelation is as frightening as it is exhilarating.
“Bren, I wanna go slow at first,” he says, looking down at me with hooded eyes. “I wanna make this last. But I promise I’ll give it to you hard and fast too, just how you like it.”
“Slow is nice too. I want to get a good look at you.”
“Roll over and get on all fours,” he orders.
