“You’re the only person who does this to me, Kai, the only one who makes me feel like this. One touch and I’m burning for you, one kiss and I fucking melt. But I need to know I’m the only one for you too.”
“It’s only you, Ken. Always you. It has only ever been you,” he promises, his voice low and soft. “And I fully intend on keeping you this time.”
Within seconds, my shirt is off, and I shove his sweats and boxers to the ground with my feet. He carries me somewhere. Where we’re going, I don’t care as long as he doesn’t stop. My legs are hitched around his waist, my pebbled nipples pressed against his firm chest and we’re a tangle of limbs and hands, clashing tongues and teeth. Our mouths colliding over and over. My back meets a wall and then we’re moving again. We bump into something and I hear a crash as a decorative vase lands on the ground in a million pieces.
“I hated that vase anyways,” he mumbles and goes right back to ravaging my body. I think we’re headed to his bed again but he stops in front of his shower, placing me on my feet.
“Kai, what are we doing?”
“We are going to get as close to fucking as we can without actually doing that and then we’re going to shower,” he decides with a smirk that makes me weak. “You know, kill two birds with one stone,” he suggests.
“Okay,” I oblige.
The shower is gigantic, all glass and marble, with intricate gray hexagonal tiles lining the floor and a rainfall shower head mounted on the ceiling. Not to mention a built-in seat and something tells me we’ll be needing it. He turns the shower on and picks me up with ease, one hand twined around my waist and the other feeling the temperature of the water. Once it’s warm enough, he carries me inside and pins me to the wall with all of him.Yes yes yes. He starts rocking his hips and thrusting his cock against me slowly, in a perfect rhythm as the water washes over us. My grip tightens in his hair as the friction between us intensifies. I bite his shoulder and arch my back, pleading, begging for more of him. The feel of him slick and wetand hard against me causes me to unravel. I cross my feet at his back, pushing him impossibly closer to me.
“More,” I whimper. He reaches his hand between us, massaging my hypersensitive clit and giving me the exact pressure I need. I forget every word in the English language as I cling to him for dear life. I dig my nails into his skin harder as the pressure builds. My body is strung tighter and tighter, like a rubber band about to snap, and then I see the universe explode. I tilt my head back and let the orgasm crash over me in wave after wave, liquefying my bones, stealing my breath, and ridding me of my sanity.
When I finally take a moment to look at him, I realize how lucky I truly am. He’s so fucking beautiful. The water drips off his hair in rivulets, sliding down his expertly sculpted muscles. His chest glistens with beads of water. Sweat and heat radiate off his glorious body while steam billows around us. He raises his tattooed forearms to cage my head in and stares back at me, his darkened eyes glazed with lust. One pull of his scarred eyebrow does me in. This man deserves to be worshipped, every inch of him.
I extricate myself from his body, planting my feet on the ground and proceed to kiss my way down his torso. I lick a path back up his body and it’s infinitely better than I imagined. Then I’m standing in front of him, my hands on his chest, pushing him backwards until his thighs meet the bench.
I kneel in front of him and take my time licking him from the base all the way to tip, eliciting a deep guttural groan from him.
“Fuck, Ken,” he growls. “That feels so good.” I smile up at him deviously, clench his ass in my hands, and take him all the way to the back of my throat, tears pricking at my eyes. I’m so deliriously full of him and I fucking love it. I start slow, giving him long lazy strokes and then circle his crown with the tip of my tongue. He wraps my hair around his fist and tugs, his breathcoming in short, ragged pants. I want to feel him let go, lose control. I want everything he’s willing to give me. I move faster as his thrusts get sloppy, his movements more erratic, and I know he’s close. His body violently clenches, every muscle rigid, a groan erupting from his throat. Moments later, he finds his release as water rains down on us. And I swallow every last drop.
If the not fucking him is this good, having sex might kill me.
Chapter 39
Kendall
Iarriveatmymoms’small ranch style house almost twenty minutes later than I said I would. Which means Akio is going to be late for daycare drop off and I am just barely going to make it to work for 9:00. Even with the chaotic start to the morning, I’m feeling more relaxed and refreshed than I have in a long time. I guess multiple orgasms will do that to you. I ran out of Kai’s apartment with a piece of toast in one hand and a to go coffee in the other. I’m certain my shirt is on inside out and I still can’t help but smile as I rush into the foyer. I’m reaching down to fix my clothes when I discover Kai left me two early morning parting gifts in the form of red, angry hickeys. One on my collarbone and one on my left breast. I cover both by yanking my shirt up as high as it can go and folding my arms tightly across my chest.
God, I’m so fucked.
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” I shout into the abyss of the kitchen. “Traffic was terrible,” I lie.
My mom is standing at the oversized double sink washing dishes. “Traffic, huh?” she asks.
“Yes, that among other things,” I mumble as I kiss her on the cheek. She shoots me a look of skepticism, and I can tell she’s unconvinced. My other mom is playing with Akio at the kitchen table that is littered with Legos. He runs into my arms excitedly as soon as he sees me.
“Mama! Missed you!” he exclaims, wrapping his little arms around my leg.
“I missed you too, baby,” I respond, smothering his head and cheek with kisses. “We got to get going though, so we aren’t late for drop off,” I explain, hoping my moms are finished pestering me about my night.
“Hi, Mom,” I say, leaning down to kiss the top of her head while she continues picking up Legos.
“Hi, honey, how was your night?” she asks.
“It was good. A lot of fun,” I respond, intentionally vague.
“Ken, you’ve never been a very good liar. And you’ve only asked us to watch Akio overnight when you have adate,” she whispers. “Not to mention your shirt is on inside out,” she indicates, raising her eyebrows. “So, I’ll ask you again, how was your night?”
“Fuck,” I mutter underneath my breath.
What am I supposed to say, I spent the last 24 hours being absolutely wrecked by Kai, in the best possible way?No, I have to handle this with care, finesse, and impeccable timing. My relationship with Kai is still fraught with tension and filled with unknowns, but the relationship our family had with the Matsumotos was effectively severed once I decided to raise Akio by myself. And everyone including me has paid for it dearly.
“Listen, you're right. I was with a guy and it’s pretty serious. But I don’t have time to talk about this right now. How about we come over for dinner later and we can talk about it then, okay?” I ask, trying to buy myself some time. Any time at all would be preferable to explaining to them right now that Kai and I havegotten back together. Or whatever it is we’re doing. That after vowing not to contact him, and asking them to cut ties with his family, I had been the one to reach out to him.God, this is not going to go well.