Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 107639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Unsurprisingly, no magic words occurred to me. It was as impossible to know where to begin as it ever had been.
I must have drifted off because I woke up to the shocking sensation of a hot mouth on my cock.
At first, I assumed it was a dream. “Kenji,” I groaned when the fantasy mouth pulled off me.
“Need you. You,” he said before sucking me down again.
My eyes flew open. Even in my dreams, Kenji had never talked like that.
His hand cradled my sac as he teased me with his mouth. I tangled my fingers in his long hair and bit out a curse. The man was naked and sucking my cock like he was trying to win a competition.
“That feels so good. Fuck. Let me… oh fuck.”
After a few more pulls, he lifted his head and met my eyes. His face was flushed, his mouth wet. “Want you to fuck me. Hard.”
I understood the need to reconnect after a harrowing experience, but I worried about the fervor in his eyes. “Kenji—”
“Don’t you dare deny me this, Landry. Or I will go out there and ask Jamie Winthrop to take your place.”
It was an empty threat—we both knew he wouldn’t do that, especially under these circumstances—but we also both knew I wouldn’t reject him. I never had.
I quickly sat up, grabbed him under the arms, and yanked him up, manhandling him onto his front beneath me before moving down to spread his ass cheeks apart.
Kenji sucked in a breath right before my tongue landed on his hole. Then, he let out a debauched whimper that changed into a groan. I ran a hand up his spine and pressed down firmly between his shoulder blades. Then, I moved his knees up underneath him until he was exactly where I wanted him, face and chest down, ass up.
I felt instinctively what he needed, and I did my best to give it to him. Thankfully, I had lube in my bag. After several long minutes of enjoying his ass with my mouth and tongue while listening to his needy sounds, I grabbed the travel-sized tube and moved up behind him.
Kenji reached his hand back for mine. I held on tight while I used my other hand to line my cock up with his hole.
Over the past few years, we’d had many frantic interludes like this—quick, desperate fucks that scratched an itch for one or both of us. But never had Kenji seemed so emotionally needy, so in need of reassurance and comfort.
It unsettled me… and lit a fire inside me at the same time.
I leaned over him as I pressed myself inside. “Okay, babe?” I demanded breathlessly.
His hand squeezed mine and pulled our joined hands under his chest. I curled around him and pressed kisses on his shoulder and neck as I thrust in and out, finding a rhythm that seemed to hit the right spot.
I tried not to make too much noise, remembering our audience in the main cabin, but the familiar grip of Kenji’s body, the clean heat of his skin, and the sheer level of his need made it hard to keep from crying out.
I released his hand so I could grab his cock and stroke it.
“Please, Kenj. I need you to come,” I croaked in his ear. “Not gonna last. You feel too good.”
Kenji’s hand joined mine on his shaft until I felt his release hit. I quickly moved a hand up to clamp over his mouth as he let out a hoarse shout.
For the briefest moment, I allowed myself to imagine what we would look like to anyone who saw us this way. Kenji, a pliant, boneless sprawl of limbs, me fucking him into the mattress. That was all it took to push me over the edge.
The only time Kenji ever surrendered his rigid control was when he was in bed with me, and the image of it never failed to make me come.
It had been over two weeks since I’d felt an orgasm this strong and satisfying. But on the heels of my release, I realized my time with Kenji would inevitably come to an end when he realized I’d spent the past ten years lying to him about who I was.
I moved off him and stepped into the bathroom to wet a washcloth. When I came back into the bedroom, Kenji was on his side, watching me, his expression softer than usual.
Affectionate. Strangely, heart-racingly affectionate.
“Why are you looking at me like you don’t want to murder me?” I teased as I nudged him over so I could clean him off.
“I don’t want to murder you.”
I avoided his eyes and attempted to tease. “Give it time. You will.”
“I’m actually feeling very fond of you right now.”
I swallowed. “Maybe it’s a variation of Stockholm syndrome.”
“Did you send in a SEAL team to rescue me? What was that?”