19. Lea

Chapter nineteen

Lea

Thursday, December 19, 2024

“ K ai,” I whisper, shaking his shoulder to wake him.

His blinks are slow as he starts to shift under me, stretching out his long limbs after a night spent on this tiny loveseat.

Once his eyes focus on me, he gives me a small, embarrassed smile. One I’m certain I’ve never seen on his face before.

This is a man who exudes smug confidence, but I’m beginning to think a lot of that is a cover for how he’s really feeling.

“Good morning, angel,” he says, shifting beneath me.

This hard bulge he’s sporting glides between my thighs as I continue to straddle him, my eyes widening as a jolt of pleasure strikes me.

No, Lea. Bad, Lea! No sexy time.

I shift off of him so he can sit up. “I’ve gotta shower and get dressed. I was voluntold I’d be dressing as Mrs. Claus this year for the children’s hospital.” I roll my eyes. “Who was chosen from your team?”

Each year, there’s a Mrs. Claus chosen from the female AHL team and Santa from the men’s.

When Kai doesn’t answer, I turn to face him. His coffee-brown eyes are dancing with mischief, and a wide grin splits his face. “You’re lookin’ at him, angel.”

My mouth falls open, and I smack my palm to my forehead, groaning.

Looks like we’ll be spending the holidays together after all.

Not that that would be such a terrible thing. Though I’m already feeling myself becoming more attached to him by the day, and the idea of seeing him interact with children, even if he was voluntold, makes my stomach flutter with butterflies.

Kai stands from the couch, prowling toward me. He bends forward, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, and hauls me over his shoulder.

I release a yelp, smacking at his back. “Kai! Put me down!”

His warm palm squeezes my ass, and heat threads through me. “No can do, Leonora. We’ve got an appointment to make, and I don’t want us wasting any water. It would be bad for the planet,” he says, carrying me into my bathroom and setting me down on the cool countertop.

I watch with anticipation as he tugs his shirt off, dropping it to the floor. He leans into the shower, turning the faucet on before facing me.

“Start undressing, angel. If I have to do it for you, there’ll be a price to pay.” His eyes hold a wicked glint in them, and my core clenches, my knees parting slightly of their own accord.

Part of me wants to defy him and find out what my punishment would be, but the needier part of me wins out, wanting him inside me as quickly as possible.

I hop off the counter, wrenching my shirt over my head and unclasping my bra, letting it slide down my arms and to the floor. My fingers hook in the waistband of my shorts and panties, dragging them down my legs.

I step out of them, and Kai grips my hips, hoisting me up his body. I wrap my legs firmly around his hips, his cock nudging my entrance as he carries me into the shower with him.

Warm water flows over us, and my pulse quickens, my thighs clenching around him.

He presses my back against the cold shower tile and aligns the head of his dick with me. “No foreplay?” I ask jokingly.

He quirks a dark brow, the corner of his lip turning up in a lopsided smirk. “Angel, you’re so goddamn wet for me right now. I can feel it dripping down your thighs. Besides, we don’t have time,” he says, chuckling as he slides into me. His laughter stops abruptly, replaced by a low groan.

“God, you’re so fucking warm,” he moans.

My arms tighten around his neck, my muscles burning as I try to hold myself up, but his thick length pushing slowly into me leaves my muscles quivering and my mouth watering.

“It feels too good.” I moan, letting my head fall back against the tile.

His hips jerk once his cock is fully seated in me. Kai buries his face in my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin at the base of my throat.

Tingles erupt throughout my body, my pussy walls clenching around him.

He grips my wrists, holding them against the wall on either side of my head. My legs wobble around him, my ankles crossing in an effort to remain around him. “I can’t, Kai. It’s too much. I can’t hold on,” I cry out.

His thrusts become unrelenting. “You can and you will, angel. I’ll have you there any second, baby. Just hold on,” he grunts.

I drop one of my legs, balancing on my toes, and he allows me to rest for just a moment before yanking my leg back up and around his waist.

My vision blurs and my nipples tighten against the feel of his sparse chest hair rubbing against me.

This is the first time we’ve ever been fully naked together, and instead of feeling exposed, I feel worshiped.

“Yes,” I moan. “God, yes! Just like that,” I whine.

“Wrong three-letter name, angel. Try again, ” he says, his tone warning as he nips my earlobe.

Warmth floods my core, the muscles in my abdomen coiling, and when Kai leaves me completely, my breath gets caught in my throat, only for him to thrust all the way in.

“Kai!” I scream.

“Yes, angel. Just like that. Say my name. ”

Euphoria wracks through my body, and I spasm around him, tumbling back to earth.

“Kai,” I continue to moan.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he groans. “Your tight pussy takes me so well.”

I feel him stiffen inside me, my pussy still spasming around him in waves. He releases a low groan, his forehead falling to mine as his movements become unrestrained, and his own orgasm shatters through his body.

His hot cum fills me, and when he slides out of me, I feel it running down my thighs with my own arousal.

I suck a deep breath in and teeter forward when he helps me unfold myself from his body, blood rushing back to my limbs. The feeling of pins and needles leaves me unsteady on my feet, but Kai holds me firmly in his arms.

Several minutes pass as we regain control of our breathing, and Kai removes the shower head, spinning me around so he can stand at my back. He runs the hot water over my body, rinsing away the stickiness gathered between my legs before he pumps my body wash into his hands, working it into a lather.

He cleans my body, moving on to wash and condition my hair, even combing my knotted waves out before I move on to him.

The water runs down his chiseled chest, the coarse, dark curls of his chest hair tickling my fingertips as I lather his body.

When we’re both rinsed off, we towel dry and get changed before heading to our costume fitting.