Page 95 of Kane's Awakening
Chapter Twenty-Six
Ryker
My food was forgotten after hearing his confession. He hadn’t come out and said he loved me, but the emotion was there in his green-gold eyes. He used to hide so much of his pain and doubts behind fake confidence and snide comments, but he was so open in that moment.
Genuine.
My body reacted before my thoughts could catch up, and I stood and had him in my arms in just a few strides. My lips found his, and I tangled my hands in his short, brown hair.
I was rewarded with one of his hoarse moans, and I deepened the kiss, leaning more against him.
In one swift movement, he stood and his strong arms came around me, picking me up.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and kept kissing him, grinning against his mouth when we bumped into the wall. It thrilled me that he could carry me because I was no twink, but my weight didn’t seem to faze him whatsoever as he carried me to my room.
He laid me on the bed and covered my body with his.
With every gliding of his tongue on mine, every gentle pressing of his lips on my mouth, and every shared breath, I fell deeper in love with him.
Kane broke the kiss to slide off his shirt.
“It should be a crime for you to look so good,” I teased, stroking his washboard abs and hardening at the sight.
“And it’s all yours, baby,” he said, bracing his arms on either side of my head. He rubbed down my sides before taking hold of the bottom of my shirt and removing it as well. His gaze focused on my chest and darted to my stomach before flickering back to me. “And this is all mine.”
I stared up at him and rolled my hips upward. At the contact, he groaned and hung his head. He grinded against me and his dick poked my stomach through his jeans—jeans that needed to come off.
Reaching between us, I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them before pushing them down his hips.
He smiled against my mouth and helped me with taking them off. When his dick sprang free, the tip was wet with pre-cum, and I groaned, wanting to taste it.
I’d never been so adventurous in the bedroom, or as confident, but Kane brought it out in me. I still preferred the submissive role—and probably always would—but there was just something so hot about pleasing Kane and bringing him to that precipice before pushing him over the edge and watching as he fell into bliss.
I wanted to do it with my mouth… and so I would.
I pushed him on his back and moved down his body until I was right where I wanted to be. Taking his length into my mouth, I swirled my tongue across the tip and moaned as the salty flavor hit my taste buds.
My moaning caused vibration against him, and he tilted his head back as his hands tangled in my hair. As I sucked him, I worked my own pants off and palmed my aching dick in sync with the bobbing of my head on him.
Just before he came, I pulled off with apopand watched as he bit his bottom lip and grimaced.
“Fuck, Rye. You’re evil.”
“It’s your fault,” I panted as I crawled back up and straddled his hips. “You bring out this side of me.”
Kane took hold of my ass and squeezed before giving it a slap. I jolted, but it didn’t hurt. It felt incredible. His fingers found my entrance, and he stuck one inside. Goddammit, he had long fingers too, and as he fucked me with one of them, his other hand found my dick.
Once I was opened up more, he added a second finger, and I whimpered, loving the feel of them. Before we could get too carried away and worked up, I got off him—to the sound of his confusion and whining, which made me grin—and retrieved a condom and the lube from my drawer.
He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at me as I tore open the packet and slid the condom down his dick.
“You know,” he said in a lust-filled, raspy tone, “I’ve never been so turned on before by putting on a rubber.”
I chuckled and popped open the lube, dripping some of it on his dick and stroking him to work it all the way down.
“Well, safe sex is sexy.” I winked and squeezed more into my palm.
“Anything that deals with you is sexy,” he commented with a lopsided grin.
