“Show me which tattoos you carved out,” I request.
Without fear or apprehension, he points to a regal-looking G on the inside of his bicep. It’s blended amongst another design, and I wonder to myself how many secrets Kai has just hiding in plain sight.
Taking the tip of the blade, I use my own perfected skills and trace the outline of the G. A loud hiss leaves his mouth, but it’s not enough to make me relent.
When the first sight of blood decorates his skin, I press my mouth to it, licking it up. I repeat the motion with every new tattoo he shows me, my lips dancing across his skin, lapping up the continuous flow of his blood. Making him mine.
He grinds against my aching length as he guides me to the R and the A and the rest of the letters he so possessively wears on his body.
A loud moan erupts from his lips when I tease his nipples, his hands cupping the back of my head, trying to keep me there.
When my mouth lands on the heart tattoo, I look up at him, his eyes blazing with lust and desperation.
“I want my name here,” I tell him, pointing at the bare skin within the heart design. “I want your heart to beat for me. I want it to bleed for me.”
He places his hand over mine and raises the knife to the center of his chest. “Do it.”
Expertly, I put my skills to good use, the thrill of pain versus pleasure for Kai, a heady, intoxicating mix of moans and groans. His skin oozes blood, the steady stream running down his chest as I flawlessly nick the first two layers of his skin, keeping the wound superficial and his actual veins and organs safe.
He looks absolutely breathtaking, and I can’t take my eyes or my hands off him. But I want more. I want everything.
I want his heart, his body, his soul. His pleasure, his pain, and everything that comes in between. I not only want him to be mine, but I want to be his.
To put the rules and restrictions to rest, to forget about the ache and longing, and live for tomorrow, together and happy.
“I need you inside me, G. Make me yours,” he begs. “Make me whole.”
6
Kai
Something I say turns Grayson feral, his touch morphing from poised and possessive to hungry and animalistic, and I’m here for it.
Any way he wants me, he can have me, because after years of being bereft of his touch, there’s no way I’ll complain about one single iota of affection he sends my way.
“Stand up,” he demands. “I want to see all of you.”
Fingers tuck into the waistband of my briefs, dragging them down my thighs, leaving me completely naked in front of Grayson Hughes for the very first time.
On instinct, I attempt to drop to my knees to please the man I’ve loved for as long as I can remember, but he stops me.
“Not tonight.” He places his palm on my lower stomach, and I stare at how enchanting his untainted skin looks against mine. “I want to worship you tonight.”
With nothing but reverence in his voice, he guides me to sit back on the sofa, positioning me so he has complete access to the lower half of my body. My dick stands hard and long, the crown a shiny, angry, purplish hue.
When Grayson’s mouth covers my cock, my whole body convulses in appreciation.
His tongue dances around the head, licking and sucking on the sensitive tip.
He pops off quickly and gazes up at me with his ice blue eyes. “Fuck my mouth,” he commands. “But don’t you dare come, okay?”
I nod frantically, even though I’m almost ninety-nine percent certain I’ve just agreed to the impossible.
When he’s back on my cock, I waste no time adhering to his request. My hips thrust frantically in his mouth, the heat and suction, coupled with pure disbelief that this is finally happening, is enough to drive a man absolutely wild.
He drops kisses down the length of my shaft, then reaches my balls, sucking and caressing them. His mouth continues to drive me wild while he takes hold of my ass cheeks and spreads me wide.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, in a trance. “So fucking beautiful.”
He nuzzles his face in my balls before licking the length of my taint and tongue-fucking my hole.
I let out a loud anguished cry, his ministrations nothing but the most welcomed torture I have ever endured. I’ve never felt so seen, so wanted, so understood.
Many people will tell you sex isn’t everything, but for Grayson and me sex was the missing link. The last connection we needed to bring us into the here and now, together.
He swaps out his tongue for his fingers, and every nerve ending in my body coils in anticipation. When he grazes my prostate, I instinctively squeeze my dick to stave off my orgasm.
“Fuccck, G. I’m going to come,” I shout. “Please.”
He swats my hand away and continues stoking the fire blazing through my body from the inside.
Grayson drags his fingers out of me and rises to his feet. “You ready for my cock?” He growls, palming the length of his shaft through his dress pants.
“Yes,” I pant. “Please. Yes.”
He rids himself of his clothes, unwrapping himself like a present for me, each layer showing off something better than the one before.
Standing there completely naked, with the tip of his cock swollen and leaking, he’s never looked more like the man that rules my world than he does right now.
He’s large in every sense of the word. His broad chest, his large muscles, and thick thighs; he’s a giant. My giant, and I wanted nothing more than to climb his body and wrap myself around him until my very last breath.
I lie there at his mercy, legs splayed out, while he keeps his eyes on my face and lazily jacks himself off. He was offering me the smallest reprieve, and I was basking in it, wanting to please him, even when he was the one who was figuratively on his knees for me.
His large hands grip the back of my thighs as he turns me on the sofa. He kneels in between my legs, pushing them close to my chest, while he lines us up.
Releasing one of my legs, he grips his shaft and teases my hole, circling the puckered skin with the pre-come and the promise of so much more. I feel myself clenching in anticipation, and a garbled whimper leaves my mouth.
Bending over, G locks his lips with mine, devouring my cries just as he presses the head of his cock inside me. My head involuntarily falls back, dislodging our lips, and my eyes flutter closed in rapture.
He’s rough and bare, and every thrust feels like he’s splitting me in two. His hips move faster and harder, his cock pushing deeper. I ache, and I burn, feeling more alive in this moment than I ever have in my entire life.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Grayson grunts. “Every part of you is so. Fucking. Perfect.”
I relish the praise, his words and his touch pushing me to the very edge.
“I need to come.” My body teeters on emotional exhaustion. I wrap my fingers around myself and Grayson growls, his body halting, his eyes stormy and crazed.
“Only I make you come,” he pants, while eyeing my hand. “Me and my dick only.”
I drop my hand to the side as he shifts his hips and resumes his relentless assault. The head of his cock pounds into my prostate at a punishing pace. “I’m going to fill you up just so I can watch it all spill back out.”
True to his word, my balls are heavy and achy, my dick throbbing, and heat begins to coil around my spine as every muscle in my body tightens just before release.