Page 61 of Waves

“You’re broken,” I said.

Kai smirked and he wiggled my pants down my hips. “I don’t feel broken.”

“You’re still recovering, I meant.” Despite not really wanting to refuse, I continued to object for his own good.

I might have had more to that argument, but it was long freaking gone when Kai slid his hands under the hem of my shirt. My mind couldn’t process anything when those eyes of his were watching me. Kai kept his gaze locked on me while he pushed my shirt higher, then kissed all the way down my stomach. My body twitched with anticipation, making his lips smile against my skin. Kai yanked down my pants far enough for my cock to spring free, his eyes finding mine again before he ran his tongue along the underside of my shaft. By the time his lips wrapped around the top of my aching cock, I had a handful of his hair in my fist.

My breathing shifted to a steady pant when Kai’s mouth slid so far down I felt his throat, but that wasn’t what really got me going. Kai moved his other hand to play with my balls until my hips lifted on their own and he curved his hand beneath me. I was such a slut for ass play, and he knew it. All I could think about was how badly I wanted any part of him in me.

Kai softly chuckled the minute he noticed my enthusiasm, the vibration teasing my cock with even more pleasure. Then he pulled the same trick he always did with me: rubbing across my most sensitive areas until the anticipation became so great, I orgasmed anyway. His finger grazed between my crevice and brushed across my hole, relentlessly teasing me. Once his hand pressed harder and his finger threatened to penetrate me, it was all over. Once I started to come, Kai sucked every last drop out of me and possibly even extracted my soul in the process. I might be half-dead right now.

“I’ll never understand why you like me doing that so much.” Kai giggled and kissed my stomach again.

“Uh, because it feels good.” To be fair, lube was a revolutionary concept to him. Even after I got him to accept that he wasn’t hurting me, he couldn’t wrap his head around how I enjoyed a good fingering.

“If you say so,” Kai said.

“You don’t have to take my word for it.”

Kai appeared to actually consider my suggestion, and that was enough to get the blood flowing in my veins again. Refractory period be damned. I leaned forward to pull his mouth to mine, kissing him long and deep and with plenty of tongue. And I did this exactly the way he liked because I was determined to get him unbearably horny.

“What do you say?” I whispered against his lips.

“I suppose once wouldn’t be so bad, just to know.”

While pulling myself out from under him, I rubbed my thigh against his crotch. Yeah, he got hard as a rock, and there was no blood left in his brain. I snickered to myself because one positive experience was how it all started with me. Once you’ve been to that place, it was hard not to want to go back. After I untangled myself from him, I rushed to my bedroom and snatched the lube from the nightstand then made my way back in record time.

Kai started to reposition himself on the couch, but I patted the arm instead. “I don’t want you on your back in any way.”

“Never thought I’d hear you say that,” he chuckled.

Rather than wasting any time, I directed his waist to the arm of the couch, so his chest stayed across onto the seat, and ripped his pants down his legs (maybe a bit too expectantly). I might have devoted some thought to this exact scenario on the nights Kai was not around. Since we needed to go about this slowly, I played the exact same beating around the bush game he did to tease me, fondling his balls and stroking the tender flesh of his taint. After he seemed totally relaxed and with verbal confirmation, I started to explore with a lubed finger bent towards his stomach, going deeper each time.

“Okay, so it’s not horrible, but I still don’t see why...”

The end of his sentence got stuck somewhere between his brain and his mouth, and I smiled a knowing smile. I found what I was looking for. “You were saying?” I whispered back, gently tapping against the same spot in him.

Kai panted a few times while he tried to string together a response. “Does it... feel like... this... when... when I...”

“Usually. Especially when I rode you.”

“I think... I think... I want you... I want you to...”

This was precisely the kind of moment when I could find the will to top: seeing Kai, always so calm and so cool, literally squirming and begging to be fucked. How could I say no to him?

I might have hoped this occasion would arise once his curiosity piqued and prepared accordingly. Still, we couldn’t rush. I took my time, stretching my fingers in him repeatedly and adding more lube before I even dared to reach for the condom on the coffee table. I had more than enough time to bounce back for another round, and I was so ready for this. As soon as I rolled the latex down my hard cock, I slowly slid into him.

“Oh, lord,” he grumbled.

“Good or bad?” I paused to ask.

“Good,” he whimpered.

My hands held his waist and I barely moved my hips, grinding more than actually thrusting. Being dicked down could feel great on occasion, but it wasn’t everything. The slow friction of a cock massaging my insides almost never failed to please, and I knew it was going to feel great for him too, which was the other unexpected benefit of occasionally topping. You could really comprehend how the entire process worked once you’d been on both ends, so to speak.

Once I rolled my hips, Kai moaned into the couch cushion. He was so hot and just so... I couldn’t even put my feelings into words properly. Not much was sexier than seeing someone as masculine and suave as him feeling so much pleasure he started to come undone. Right before he hit that point, I moved faster, angling down to hit him right in the sweet spot until he couldn’t take it anymore.

As soon as I started to thrust, Kai lost his fucking mind. Buckets of sweat poured down my body, not from exertion, but from the pleasure building in me. I knew he was feeling good. Every clench of his body pulled me deeper into him. He groaned, and he shivered, and I just knew. He was feeling that mind-numbing, limb-melting, body-shaking pleasure of a backdoor orgasm. It was something you only need to experience once to never forget.