21. CHAPTER 21

21

KAI

As soon as we arrive back at our house, Jules manhandles me into his bedroom, before locking his door and throwing my overstimulated body onto his bed. When I land on the sheets, I’m completely enveloped by his scent—all masculine and sex. For a second, my mood dips when I think back to yesterday and what happened, but seeing Aaron tonight, he seemed in good spirits. However, with Aaron, you can never tell. I need to speak to him and apologize for what happened.

“Where did that mind of yours go, Kai?” Jules asks as he covers my body with his. I love the pressure of him on top of me, I want to suffocate in his presence.

“Sorry, I was just thinking I should talk to Aaron. Say sorry for what happened.”

“It wasn't your fault. But I get it, if it helps you.”

“Do you really want me, Jules? Because I’m scared. Scared that you’ll leave me after you’re done.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t be here if I didn't want you. You’re so damn sexy, Kai. I’ve never had anyone affect me like you do.”

“But I thought you were straight? Have you ever been with a man before?”

“No, but it’s not something that bothers me. I want you, and that’s all I need to know. Don't worry, I’ve fucked asses before, if that’s what you're worried about.”

“And why the hell do you assume I would be the one to bottom?”

I do love to bottom, but fuck him for assuming. He smiles at me knowingly and my ass clenches, eager to be filled.

“It’s written all over that pretty face.”

“Don’t call me pretty. Just because I bottom doesn’t make me your little bitch. It makes me your king.”

Jules grabs my hands in a tight grip and forces them above my head. I could fight back, but I don’t want to. I want to be roughly handled, adored, and pretty much just lay here while he does all the work.

“Wrong. I’m the fucking king, and you're my little whore who will do what I say on command.”

Oh god. Why does that make my dick jerk behind my shorts? His whore. Fuck yeah, I love that idea.

“Well, what are you waiting for? I want my king to show me who’s in charge.”

“Your wish is my command. Oh, and by the way. I saw your test results. I’m negative too, and I’m fucking you bare.”

Wait..what?

“How…did you snoop through my stuff?”

“Not snoop. You left them in my car. Must’ve fallen out of your pocket. Or you were giving me a come on.”

“Shut up, Jules, and kiss me.”

Sinking further into the mattress, I wrap my legs around his waist and grind into him, locking my arms around his neck, pulling us so close together that no space remains between us. We kiss and kiss, tongues, teeth, sucking on lips. The kiss builds until I don’t know whose mouth belongs to whom. I moan at the sensation, the tingles that flutter across my skin at this passion-filled tongue fucking. Jules groans into my mouth when he thrusts his dick against mine, making me turn into jelly. I need to be naked. I need him to be naked.

“Naked,” I say, panting, unable to pull away from his mouth long enough to get more than one word out.

Jules breaks the kiss and gets off the bed. I lean back onto my elbows, legs parted with my feet on the ground. He stands in between my open thighs and removes his tank top. Clutching the sheets to stop myself from touching him, I focus on every groove and dip of those hot as fuck muscles. His abs are so well defined you could make ice molds in the ridges of his eight-pack. He pushes his shorts down in a quick motion, his lack of underwear revealing the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen. It stands proud against his belly, his smooth large balls look like they’re ready to burst. Apart from the small section of trimmed blond pubic hair, he is totally smooth. I’m salivating, wanting his dick in my mouth and ass. If only we could do both at the same time.

Jules leans forward and grabs the hem of my tank top, and rips it over my head. I fall back onto the bed as he stares down every inch of exposed skin on my chest. My nipples tighten, communicating on my behalf how badly they want to be sucked. Then, finally, he pushes his hands into the elastic of my shorts and glides them down in a painfully slow move that nearly tips me over the edge. I’m going commando too, and my cock slaps against my abdomen as he removes the material. Jules licks his lips, but then his eyes stop on what he sees on my upper right thigh. Ah. I’d forgotten about the tattoo there. Wrapped around my thigh is a thorny rose vine with large black roses adorning it. I got it after I turned nineteen. I was struggling with life and needed an escape. The pain as the artist worked helped redirect my thoughts and emotions. It felt good, too good. So much so, I’ve avoided going back before it became an addiction.

Jules gently rubs his fingers over the rose pattern, tracing the lines with a whisper of a touch. It feels so strange to be touched like this, with care and tenderness. I swallow hard, trying to keep the river of emotions at bay. I’ve longed to be wanted for so long, and having it finally happen is so huge that I’m terrified to get a taste, for fear of it being taken away from me. I continue to watch Jules stare at my tattoo, he is so captivated by it that I think he may have forgotten what we were about to do.

“Do you like it?”

“I fucking love it. So sexy. Fuck Kai, you're gorgeous. All this smooth skin, those ripe brown nipples, your muscular chest, and these long, toned legs. I want my mouth on every inch of you. Gonna eat you up until you can't take anymore. Gonna show my pretty whore who he belongs to.”

“Fuck, yes, please Jules, please,” I beg, on the verge of whimpering into an uncontrollable sob.

“Turn over and lay flat on your stomach, I wanna see the ass that now belongs to me.”

I flop over onto my belly. The sheet rubbing against my cock has me thrusting into the bed. Jules groans behind me. His large hands land on each ass cheek, he squeezes them so tightly I nearly go numb. Then he spreads my ass, and the cold air from the room makes my hole clench. I’m a mumbling mess now, at the sensation. Being on display for Jules like this has me floating away into another dimension. I could come from his attention alone.

“A perfect little bud. Who does this hole belong to now?”

“You.”

“You're damn right it does. I’m the only cock it will ever know from now on. And you’ll let me have it when I want, whenever I want it, won’t you, my pretty whore?”

“Fucking hell Jules, you can live in my ass. Now please, fuck me.”

“So feisty and so needy. I want a taste first, sample the goods,” he says, his voice set in a deep baritone that makes me shudder. That voice belongs on the smuttiest audiobook out there. Something wet swipes over my hole, and I realize it’s his tongue. Holy shit, he’s rimming me. I’ve never had this done to me before, and it’s now my new favorite thing.

“Ahhh fuck, that feels so good, don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t. Before long, I start pushing back on that thick tongue, bouncing on it until it slips inside me. Jules slurps and sucks around the edges before plunging his tongue inside me over and over until I’m a sweaty, writhing mess. I want to come.

“Jules, I’m close, fuck, you need to stop,” I say, moaning face-first into the bed, trying to control my body from exploding.

Jules, thank god, lets my ass go and harshly slaps my right ass cheek, causing me to yelp in surprise.

“Turn over, Kai.”