20. Kai

Chapter twenty

Kai

Friday, December 20, 2024

T he last game before we’re off for the holidays leaves my body run ragged. I put everything I had into it, and it paid off.

We won, and now I’m looking forward to doing the same with Lea.

I make my way into our apartment, stopping to pick up a package left by the door. Confusion draws my brows together as I read the name on the package. It’s addressed to me.

“I haven’t ordered anything,” I mutter to myself as I make my way inside.

Lea’s door is open, and I see her lying in bed with her lamp on, probably reading something smutty like she usually is.

“Leonora, I’m home,” I call out to her, and she drops her book in her lap, a wide smile beaming at me.

“Hey! Good game tonight,” she says, and my heart soars in my chest.

“Thanks. I’ll be back out in a second. I’m just gonna get changed and we can get started.”

She nods, picking up her book and placing a bookmark inside before closing it and setting it on her nightstand.

“Sounds good. I’ll start getting everything set up how we spoke about,” she says, standing from her bed.

I dump my gear in the hall closet and head to my room, stripping out of my shirt and changing into a long sleeve.

I’m just about ready to meet Lea in her room, but the package I brought in sits on my dresser, staring at me.

I tear into it, curious as to what I ordered that I might’ve forgotten, and when I see what’s in the clear bag inside the package, my heart stops.

A dizzy feeling knocks into me, forcing me to take a seat on the edge of the bed as I unwrap the pill bottles.

There’s a light knock on my door, and Lea pokes her head inside, giving me a small smile. “Hey, I’m ready when you are,” she says, her voice quietly floating around me. Her eyes land on the bottles in my hands, and her smile widens a fraction before she takes a seat beside me, pressing a chaste kiss on my cheek.

I don’t know when or how we got to this point, but her casual touches leave my throat thick with unspoken words.

“They’re cool, right? A pretty simple solution to a common problem,” she tells me. “You just transfer your pills to these bottles, or if the caps fit, you can just swap those out. The timer on the top counts the amount of time it’s been since you last opened it, and resets when you close it again. This way, you won’t have to recount your pills ten times a day or worry that you missed a dose.”

The bottles fall out of my grasp, rolling onto the floor. I wrap my arms around Lea, clutching her body to mine.

She releases a little rasp, tapping my back. “Can’t breathe,” she manages, and I loosen my hold on her.

My eyes meet her mossy-green ones, holding her attention as I whisper, “Thank you.” My throat is hoarse, and the words sound strained and unfamiliar.

“Don’t mention it, big guy,” she says, clearing her throat as she stands from my lap.

“Come on, you’ve gotta shake that money maker,” she jokes, a giggle slipping past her lips.

The sound lights me up inside and I obey, my legs carrying me after her and into her room.

“So, you’ve sort of broken me,” she says, her cheeks turning a pretty pink hue as she looks sheepishly away, suddenly unable to make eye contact with me. “And you just played a long game, plus it’s super late anyway, so I figured we could just do some mutual masturbation and make this a fast one. I’m exhausted after practice this morning, and I think I pulled something at my game last night.”

“Whatever you want,” I tell her, my mind already plotting out all the ways I can take care of her tired muscles when we’re done. She deserves a bath, a massage, and some hot and cold cream.

Her eyes flash back to mine, heat simmering behind them as she strips out of her blue cotton shorts and matching t-shirt.

My mouth starts to water, and my dick swells in my shorts, and just as quickly, they’re on the ground.

“On the bed, big guy.” She smirks.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, climbing onto one side.

She does the same, draping a leg over mine and spreading her muscular thighs wide for the camera. I can’t help but lean over her to get a good look, and sure enough, her arousal is already dripping from her pussy, soaking the red lace, held up by a matching garter.

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, holding in a groan as I lean back onto her fluffy white pillows. My rough hand wraps around the base of my dick, tugging as she gets the chat cued up.

“We’re on in three seconds,” she whispers to me, and all I can do is nod.

“Hello, my little kittens, and a very slutty little holiday season to everyone who celebrates,” she says cheerfully. Her eyes land on my dick, watching as I stroke myself. She clears her throat, covering her mouth with her fist to muffle the sound. “Clearly, someone couldn’t wait any longer,” she finally jokes. “We apologize for the late hour, but our guest here had some things to attend to. I assure you, we’ll make it worth the wait though.”

Her eyes scan the chat room, and she picks a few comments to read, ending on one that has me gripping my dick too tight and my nostrils flaring as she reads, “Fred wants to know if we’ll be allowing high tippers to speak tonight,” she announces, looking over at me.

My lips are pinched tight at the thought of her coming to the sound of another man’s voice.

“How about we allow it, but—” She watches my face intently as she hesitates. I give her a curt nod, trying to remind myself what it is we’re really doing here. “All tips have to be five hundred dollars or higher if you want to speak.”

My jaw nearly drops. Who the fuck is going to tip that much just to speak to us?

I guess we’re about to find out.

Lea leans back, threading her fingers into mine. A hand slips between her legs, and she toys with her clit first, rubbing small, firm circles on the swollen pink bud.

Her middle finger dips inside, drawing out her wetness. The slick sound of her finger sliding inside her, where I should be right now, has my throat closing and my muscles feeling loose.

A loud ding sounds from her laptop, and a muffled voice comes through the speakers, sounding crackly. “Candy Ass, this is Larry,” the voice says, and my legs begin to shake with annoyance.

“Hi, Larry,” Lea purrs. “Thank you so much for the tip.”

“You’re welcome,” he says, and a long, deep cough leaves him before he recovers. “Can we see you stroke your guest's cock? I wanna see you squeeze the tip until there’s precum,” he tells her.

My eyes widen in shock at his request.

Is he fucking kidding?

Lea giggles beside me. “Of course, Larry,” she tells him, untangling her fingers from mine as one hand remains on her pussy and the other wraps around my shaft.

She gives it a long, slow pump from tip to base and back up that has all the air leaving my lungs in a huff and my eyes rolling back. When she gets to my tip, she rolls her thumb over the head, then chokes up on it until two small beads of precum spill out the tip.

I groan loudly, and Lea swipes her thumb through the moisture, bringing it to her mouth and sucking it off. She moans, and her eyes roll back. I know it isn’t just for show because these people can’t see anything besides her pussy. Her thumb leaves her mouth with a loud “pop,” and my dick twitches in my palm.

Money floods in, and more men and one woman take their turns giving us instructions, speaking to Lea like she’s theirs.

I can feel the vein in my temple pulsing with anger, and when Lea finally comes, the sound is like a beacon to my dick. My orgasm hits me hard and fast through the rage surging through my blood, and the moment it’s over and she’s thanked everyone, I’m out of this room and in my shower. Alone.

An hour or more passes before I hear Lea knock lightly on my door, but I don’t answer.

And just like usual, she doesn’t fucking listen, barging into my room and flopping down beside me in bed.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but clearly, you’re upset about something. If you’re not careful, those veins in your neck might pop,” she says, chuckling as she pulls my blanket over herself.

I let out a long huff. “I don’t wanna have to hear other people speaking to you like you’re theirs,” I admit.

She runs a hand up and down my forearm. “But I’m not theirs, Kai. I’m all yours. ”

It isn’t enough, but for now, it’ll have to be.

We lie in silence, nothing but our breaths filling the room around us as we wait for the other to speak.

Lea gives in first, her voice impossibly small as she says, “Hey, Kai.”

“Yes, Leonora?” I ask, working to sound annoyed, but there’s no bite behind my words.

“I was thinking that maybe tomorrow we could go work on cleaning out your mom’s trailer so it’s ready for her.”

My heart clenches in my chest, my ribs contracting painfully with each breath I take.

I clear the lump from my throat before answering, “Sure, angel. That’d be good.”