Page 134 of Kane's Awakening
Kane smacked into the door of our bedroom before shoving it open and disappearing inside. I laughed at his clumsiness and followed him. By the time I entered the room, he was on the bed, propping himself up with his elbows and nibbling his bottom lip as he studied me.
The smile slipped from my face as a deep need to have him inside me took over.
I tackled him, fusing our lips together and dipping my tongue into his mouth, tasting a mix of coffee and peppermint toothpaste on his breath. It was like Christmas in his mouth, and I dove in for more. My hands found the button on his jeans, and I undid it before pulling down the zipper.
Getting him naked was harder than I thought due to his tight Levi jeans he’d just bought to ‘be more like a cowboy’and the boots they were tucked into. But I managed pretty well, and then it was his turn to do the same to me.
I was easier, only wearing lounge pants and a loose T-shirt.
Once our clothes were in a jumbled mess on the floor, Kane gripped my arms and pulled me on top of him. He grazed his teeth down my neck and to my collarbone before going farther to my chest. I groaned as his tongue flicked my nipple, which he then did again before sucking the small bud into his mouth.
“Why do I love that so much?” I asked, giving a breathy moan and arching my back more to give him better access.
“Because you’re a bit kinky,” he answered, peering up at me. “Just imagine if it was pierced.”
“I doubt it’s kinky,” I disagreed, but my dick filled even more at the thought, imagining a stud through my nipple and him nibbling on it afterward.
Past boyfriends said I was boring in bed, and yet Kane seemed just as turned-on screwing me the hundredth time as he had the first.
“I wanna try something different,” Kane said with a slight uncertainty to his voice. When I met his eyes, I didn’t like the worry reflected in them. But then his expression changed, much like it had earlier outside, and he focused on me with a new confidence, as if he’d battled it in his mind and settled on his decision. “I want you to top me.”
Out of all the things I believed he might suggestthathadn’t been one of them.
“Are you sure?”
I’d only topped a guy once before, and it hadn’t been something I’d wanted to repeat. Not because it had been traumatic or anything, but because I’d been so nervous that my inexperience had shown, resulting in me embarrassing myself. It had been the first time I’d had sex with a guy after coming out, and I’d had no clue what to do.
“Yeah, I am,” he answered, lifting his hand to brush his thumb over my bottom lip. “It’s the one part of me you haven’t had. And I want every piece of me to belong to you.”
“What if I make a fool of myself?” I asked, so quiet I wasn’t sure he heard.
“You won’t,” he answered, raising his hips and gliding his dick on mine. Shivers spread down my arms and back, and I thrust against him, seeking more of that tantalizing friction. “Now, get out of your head and make love to me.”
His choice of words tore me out of my lustful haze, and I looked down into his handsome face, caressing his strong jaw and staring into his perfectly shaped bedroom eyes.
“You said ‘make love’ instead of fuck,” I pointed out, remembering the first and only other time he’d said it.
“Baby, I’ve fucked many guys…” he said, staring at me with sincerity in his light-green eyes, “but I’ve only ever made love to one.”
And just like that, my reservations about topping him faded, and I crushed my mouth to his.
My body craved his in ways it hadn’t before, not just physically but emotionally as well. Kisses turned heavier—more desperate—and soon, I slid down his large body, placing kisses on his chest, ribcage, and abdomen as I went.
Reaching his hip bone, I licked in small, teasing circles, causing him to fist the sheet beneath him.
Just like he always did with me, I took my time opening him, starting with one finger before adding another. As I fingered his backside, I worked his dick with my mouth, applying just enough suction and tongue action to drive him crazy, but not enough to send him over the edge.
No… I didn’t want him to come until I was inside him.
“Rye,” he moaned, continuing to grip the sheet and arching his back. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”
I was about to give him what he wanted when an idea struck me—an idea that took even me by surprise but one I needed to do anyway.
“Where are your handcuffs?” I asked, nuzzling his twitching dick.
“Why the fuck do you need those?” He raised his head from the pillow and watched me with suspicious eyes. When I pursed my lips, refusing to answer and spoil my plan, he gave a defeated groan and pointed to a drawer to the right. “Don’t make me regret this.”
Once he was handcuffed and mine for the taking, I helped him sit up against the headboard. The suspicion never left his face, and I had to stop myself from laughing.
