22. Chapter 22

Chapter 22

This is the best orgasm I've had in my entire life. I kind of blank out halfway through it, collapsing against Chai, who's still trying to catch his breath. I mouth kisses along his lower back, my cock pulsing and spilling on the fancy bedsheets.

We lie like this for minutes, soaking up each other's warmth and hectic heartbeats until the stickiness under me becomes too uncomfortable. Running my fingers along the curve of his ass, I give him a firm squeeze.

He purrs beneath me, the sound of his contentment reverberating through my body.

"I need a shower and I imagine you do, too," I say, propping myself on my elbows and crawling up his sprawled form while I trace kisses along the bumps of his spine.

His back is tattooed, the design extending all the way to his wrists and the cleft of his ass. It's tri-colored with black, red and a bluish green, depicting a dragon swimming through a pond of lotuses at the summit of a mountain that turns into swirly vines and snakes along his arms. It's beautiful.

"And whose fault is that?" Chai says, crossing his arms under his head.

Mine. I'm the one that made such a mess of him.

Giddiness settles over me as I drink him in. Tickling goosebumps erupt across my skin, the sensation pleasant rather than alarming. He tries to hold off a smile as our gazes meet, leftover lust still lingering in his dark eyes. I reach for his face, stroking his angular jaw and flicking a strand of dark hair off his cheek before I follow the contours of his lips with my forefinger. His eyes flutter closed as he opens his mouth. His tongue finds my finger, engulfing it in wet heat.

I slide my other hand between his ass cheeks, rubbing his crease. He pushes his hips back, lifting his lower body and causing me to crawl up to my knees so I can accommodate for the change in position. One glance at his semi-hard cock sends a thrill of pleasure down to my balls.

I sit on my haunches and lift his ass even higher so I can get a better look. His dick jerks, precum leaking. His balls hang between his legs, and there is something mesmerizing about them. They are on the bigger side, but not too big so they look saggy. I've never really cared about other dudes' dicks or balls, but just looking at Chai's makes me wanna touch them.

I lick my lips, swallowing, and give my cock a few quick strokes. Chai's eyes follow the movement of my hand, his head craned to the side so he can look at me. I don't miss the way his Adam's apple bobs when I squeeze my tip, or the way his breathing skews as I grip the base.

"I want to suck your dick," he says, turning the blood in my veins to fire .

"Yeah?" I rasp, giving his ass a grope.

He blinks slowly, arching his back. The movement causes his balls to sway and his cock to hit his stomach. I do what I've been wanting to and fondle them, pulling a little and rubbing the base of his shaft.

"Yeah… I watched some videos."

I smile and drag my fingers up, using his precum to make it easier and more pleasant for him. A whimper escapes his lips when I pass over his hole, which pulls my attention to it. It's small and the skin around it is puckered but soft. I press experimentally, applying some pressure, but not really trying to breach him. His body tenses and his hole clenches, relaxing when I rub gently around it. Anticipation flips my stomach upside down, images of my cock sliding slowly inside him as his ass eats it up taking me to painfully throbbing in seconds.

"And what kinds of videos were they?" I ask, rubbing him with a little more force now.

He shudders, taking a hissy breath. "Between men."

I suppress a shiver of delight at my next question. "Did you imagine me and you? Did that make you hard?"

He muffles a moan by biting on his lip. I slide my other hand under him, grasping his dick. It's smooth and clean shaven like his ass and the rest of his body. I wonder if it's something he usually does.

Or did he do it because he thought I'd like it?

My mind reels at that scenario. I grab his waist and pull him up, forcing him to sit between my legs. His arms shoot up, coiling around my neck when his back crashes into my chest.

"Spread your legs," I say, twisting his left nipple as I wrap my other arm around his waist and capture his mouth at the same time .

He bucks, but does as told, giving me access to his front. Groaning as I tangle our tongues together, I start jerking him off, going for fast and intense strokes. He struggles to keep up with the kiss, breaking off moans and gasps as he tries to get enough air into his lungs.

He's gorgeous, the way he's letting me unravel him. It's like we are on the same wavelength, like he can tell exactly what I need and how I need it. It's mind-blowing and it makes my desire for him stronger even though the taste I got not half an hour ago should've been enough to stifle that titillating need.

I break the kiss, licking his ear. "God, you are so unbelievably sexy right now, Chai. I wish I could show you."

He trembles, the shiver that racks through him raising my hackles. "In my penthouse… There is a mirror on the wall across from my bed."

I speed up my hand, my dick trying and failing to get even harder while it's trapped between us. I'm dying to shove it in his small hole, but we've got no lube or condoms. I also don't want to hurt him or make his first time anything but amazing for him. I want this to be the best sex he's ever had so he keeps coming back for more, so he gets hard just thinking about me. Like I do whenever he pops into my mind.

"Is that an invitation?"

I sense his smile as I trail my mouth down the side of his neck.

"It's an order."

I chuckle, pressing my thumb against his slit. He winces, then moans when I rub the underside. "You are in no position to be bossy right now."

"And you were headed for the shower," he challenges, lifting his hips to thrust into my hand .

"That was before you got me hard again."

He buries his fingers into both my thighs. "Earlier wasn't enough."

My dick strains between us, begging to feel him. Fuck. What am I gonna do with him?

Panting, I press my forehead between his shoulder blades. Giving his nipple a last twist that makes him hiss, I push my fingers in his mouth and get them wet, then attack the other nipple. It's just as hard and he arches into me, which tells me he definitely likes it.

"Come on, Chai, come for me," I whisper, needing him to tip over the edge so I can make myself come, too.

I spread my legs further and that allows me a bit more room to position my dick in such a way so I can rub it against him. He lets out an appreciative sound, his hand joining the one I'm using to stroke him. It guides mine to a quicker pace, but it's not until I start rutting against him that he reaches that height of pleasure. I keep pumping him as his cock throbs, my own dying for release.

I swallow Chai's grunts with a dirty kiss, the sounds we make echoing off the walls along with the wet noises. It's hot in a primal kind of way, and so is Chai when he goes boneless. I finish myself off, spilling between us and painting his back with my cum. He hums in sleepy pleasure.

Feeling him starting to drift off, I get up and scoop him in my arms, not giving him the chance to drift off. He yelps, holding onto my neck.

"Shower. And we probably need new bed sheets," I say, carrying him to the bathroom.

I rinse us off quickly, then change the linen while he dries. We slip under the covers naked. He presses his front to my back, grazing my shoulder with his teeth.

"What time is it?" he asks, his voice spent and tired .

I lift my phone where it's charging on the nightstand. "Just past two-thirty."

"I need to brief you about tomorrow…"

I don't think I have enough brain cells left for a briefing after my two orgasms. "Can you do it later?" I say, yawning.

He snuggles closer, his heat comforting. "We'd need to get up at five-thirty so we can leave at eight…"

Ugh. I hate early mornings, but I'm really in no state to pay attention right now.

I reach back, running my hand through his slightly damp hair. "Sure. Do it in the morning."

He chuckles. "I was thinking of doing something else."

The easy fondness mingling with the amusement in his voice makes my chest warm. I'd love to fool around with him first thing in the morning, but at this rate, we'd need to get up at five and I don't do well with less than four hours of sleep. It's cutting it close as it is, especially since I'll be actually working tomorrow and not just accompanying him shopping.

"Mm, I'm sure you can wait until the evening."

"Are you asking me to?" he drawls in a sultry and seductive tone.

Not really, but just imagining him being hot and hard around me all day and having to wait until the evening to take care of a raging boner does something to my insides. My dick twitches, hot needles spreading under my skin.

"Yes," I say, my voice low and a little croaky.

He hums. "You'll have to make it up to me."

Oh, he has no idea about all the things I want to do with him .

I turn my head and smooch him. "Don't worry, I will. Now sleep or we'll both be looking like zombies tomorrow."