The blue-raspberry from his candy wafts off his breath, and I smile into his hair.
“The first night, when we found that little corner area with the local band and everyone dancing the night away. You joined them, and I snuck a shot. Do you like it?”
“Yeah, I just look so care free.”
“Well, probably because you were.”
“I wish I could always be.”
His turns in my grip, his head resting on my chest as I wrap him in an embrace. This is what I needed, what I was hoping would happen after today. If this is all I get, I would be so grateful for this too.
He shifts, looking up at me, and I take the moment to peck those pretty lips, not wanting to push it but also unable to resist this much temptation.
His lips chase me, deepening the kiss, even letting out a little breathy moan as I reciprocate.
“Jax, if we don’t want this to go any further, we should probably stop now.”
“But what if I don’t want to stop?” His hands leave my back and travel under my jacket, touching my abdomen before going back to my back. It’s like he’s trying to sculpt every line of me, calculating and feeling his way over my body.
“Then I don’t want it to stop either.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
JAX
Our kisses become frantic,as if oxygen doesn’t matter and all we need in that moment is one another. We’re shedding clothes in a path to wherever our destination is—I’m just letting Kai guide me.
We laugh and smile through our kisses, our hands exploring exposed skin as we’re stripped raw—no pressure, no what ifs, just us in this moment.
Kai’s hand finds the back of my head while the backs of my knees hit something plush, and I’m slowly guided down. His lips trace down my neck, sucking on a nipple and making my back arch before he peppers kisses along my stomach. A hand flitters its way up my stomach before two fingers touch my lips, convincing me to open for them.
I take them deep, swirling my tongue around the digits as if it was his own hard length before they retract, leaving me whimpering for more. He uses the spit to lubricate my cock before he strokes me from base to tip.
“Fuck, Kai?—”
“I know, sweet boy.”
He lets go, and I whimper at the loss of contact. The bed shifts, and I watch as he crawls to rest against the headboard. He pats his lap, and I move until I’m straddling his length. I let my finger drag along his tattoos, appreciating the time and work that must’ve gone into each, the way Kai’s muscles ripple as I touch him.
His cock rests against his stomach, and when I stroke it, I notice how close it is to mine.
A line of spit leaves my mouth, landing on him before I smear it around and shift back just slightly so I can align us. I have to use two hands to keep our cocks pressed together, but when I stroke, I’m pleasuring us both. God, the way we look together. There’s the size difference, and we just look magnificent.
“Fuck, Jax. Look at you.”
I continue stroking, spitting onto our lengths again until Kai reaches into his bedside table and pours a generous amount of lubricant over us. With the lack of friction, I’m able to move my hands quicker, watching in fascination as both our hips buck, allowing our cocks to glide along one another within my hold.
“I’m going to come, Kai.”
“Me too, sweet boy.”
We keep up with our motions, stroking and fucking into my hand, both of us groaning as we get lost in the pleasure.
I erupt first, my breath coming out choppy as I watch the ropes of white leave my body and coat Kai, and he follows soon after. Our release mixes in my hand and falls onto his stomach, leaving little pools of white.
“Mmmm, wouldn’t want to waste this.”
I shuffle, still straddling Kai’s legs before I clean up the mess we made. My tongue laps at the cum, groaning as I taste us together and going for more.