KAGE (KAGE Trilogy #1) (24 page)

“Jesus Christ, Jamie. When have you had time to do all of this?” His expression was one of true amazement.

“That’s what happens when you move to a new town and don’t have a social life.” It sounded like a complaint, but I knew my words were tinged with pride. I had worked hard for Kage, not because I had to, but because I wanted to. I’d never even seen the guy fight, but I believed in him. Believed he would be a star.

“You see here?” I pointed to an action shot I’d taken of him doing a high kick into the air. It was one of my favorites, and it had gotten hundreds of comments. “People love you, Kage. Every time I post a picture, it gets shared like crazy. And your website is already getting a good amount of hits.”

His eyes widened. “I have a website?”

“Of course.
MichaelKage.com
. I told you that already. Probably went in one ear and out the other, just like half the shit I tell you. I’ve been working on it, and I’ve got it ranked for a bunch of good keywords.”

“Yeah, like what?”

I navigated to the click-through data. “Let’s see…
MMA fighter, best MMA fighter,
that’s a good one.
Michael Kage,
of course. People are actually googling your name now, which is a really good sign.” I cleared my throat. “Um…
hot MMA fighter, sexy MMA fighter.
”

Kage started laughing. “Really? How the hell did I get in there for that?”

I thought I was going to implode with embarrassment. “Well, I put them in myself. I purposely optimized your site for all of those keywords.”

“So you said I was sexy?”

“Let me explain how this works,” I said in my best business presentation voice, removing my glasses and tucking them neatly back into my computer case. “I thought a lot of people might be looking for a sexy MMA fighter, so I optimized for the term. It just has to do with knowing what your audience is looking for, and knowing that when people get to your site with those search terms, they won’t be disappointed in what they find.”

Kage’s chest clearly puffed up at that. “Well, let’s give them some sexy pictures, then. I saw where one woman said she liked my thick arms. Let’s get some shots that show them off.”

“There are many people saying they like every single part of you, Kage. But yeah, we can show off your arms. Stay there on the sofa and kind of prop your arm on the back. Yeah, like that.” I centered him in my camera frame and took a picture. “Now bend your elbow and lean your head on your hand. Oh, yeah. That shows off the swell of the bicep right there. Very nice.” Kage smiled at the compliment, and I got a few shots of him showing the boyish dimples I had come to know and love.

After I’d gotten a bunch of seated shots, I suggested he remove his shirt.

“I thought you wanted me in clothes. Make up your mind, fickle boy.” He was clearly amused as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and cast it aside.

Just the way he did it, the way his muscles rippled with that simple movement, made my heart rate pick up. It wasn’t fair, because it was artless. Surely he had no intention of tempting me, and yet that’s exactly what he was doing. Tempting just like he had hours ago in my suite, and every day in the gym, and just generally every second of the day if I was breathing.

“I thought maybe we could gradually unveil you,” I explained. “And don’t fuck with me, Kage. Stop trying to embarrass me. This is business. Let the master do his job.”

“Sure thing, chief. How’s this? Sexy enough?” He stretched onto his side, lengthening out and showing off the leanness of his flank. For some reason that expanse of smooth, hairless skin always drew my eye, made me want to reach out and run my hand along it. My fingers itched to touch him there, and to follow the curve all the way to his hip.

I gulped and somehow turned my brain off enough to get through a few shirtless photos. “Smile for me,” I practically whispered, and he did. “Now pull your shorts down a little on your hip there.” He gave me a funny look, but he did as I asked.

“Like this?” He teased the waistband down over his hip bone, revealing the deep iliac furrow that angled down into his shorts.

“Perfect,” I breathed, snapping a group of photos in that pose. “People do really go for that
V
of yours.”

“People, huh?” He smiled and stuck the tip of his tongue playfully between his teeth.

The tongue I’d just tasted. Don’t think about it.

“Adorable. How about a sexy wink?” I said unselfconsciously. He fired off a few winks for me as I tried to catch it at just the right second. “Wow, that’s gonna be hot. I can’t wait to get these posted.” By this time I was in the zone, feeling like a real photographer. Like in my mind, I may have been slightly considering a career change.

“I’m curious,” Kage said nonchalantly, rolling onto his stomach as I continued to snap pictures. “Which do you think is sexier? Choice A…” He pulled his shorts down just enough to show the top swell of his muscled glutes and the beginning of his ass crack. I sucked in a breath and continued snapping, willing my heartbeat to slow down. This was good stuff. See? I could separate my personal feelings from my profession. My finger was shaking as I pressed the button. “Or do you prefer choice B?” he asked.

Without warning, he flipped onto his back and hooked his thumb in the waistband of his shorts, yanking down enough to reveal a bed of dark pubic hair and about two inches of the top of his very thick, very hard cock. He used his fingers to hold down his massive erection, which remained covered by the fabric of his shorts, but not hidden. There was no disguising the outline of that beast of a body part.

I let out a strangled sound and fumbled the sinfully expensive camera. It landed on the carpet a safe distance from the spilled beer and was forgotten. My logical mind went on vacation, and all I could think was that I wanted to put my mouth on that spot he was showing me, to see what it tasted like. Find out what it smelled like and if it was as warm as it looked.

“Definitely a B,” Kage growled. Then he lowered the front of his shorts even further, hooking the band under his balls and releasing his cock. It sprang up and bounced off of his tight belly, leaving a sticky trail of precum on his tanned skin, and in that moment, as every molecule of my being seemed to converge into a throbbing mass at the base of my scrotum, I realized I was officially and utterly fucked.

My own dick had swelled to the point of pain, and my mouth was watering with the need to lick every inch of Kage’s body from head to toe. He was so goddamn gorgeous. It didn’t seem quite possible that he wanted me, and yet every move he made said that he did.

I tore my eyes away from his hard cock and met his gaze, which was amused and trained right on me.

“Don’t look so worried,” he said. “It likes you. Can’t you tell?” He stood up in front of me and dropped his shorts to the floor, kicking them out of the way. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“I don’t… I can’t…” I found myself stuttering, though what I was trying to say was a complete mystery even to myself. “Kage—”

“Shhh,” he whispered, lowering his head until his lips were right next to my ear. “It’s okay to want me, Jamie. I want you, too. Stop making excuses and just let go.”

I whimpered embarrassingly, but he didn’t seem to mind. He cupped my cheek in his palm and pressed his lips softly against mine. The kiss wasn’t demanding. It was the opposite of the first kiss we’d shared— reverent, gentle, exploratory.

At first I couldn’t get my lips to move, but Kage moved his ever so slowly against mine, coaxing me into action. I parted my lips and felt the tip of his tongue slip between them. When my knees buckled, he was there to catch me, wrapping his strong arm around the small of my back and cinching me tightly against him. The knowledge that he was naked against my fully clothed body made me weak with anticipation.

Kage pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth, and suddenly I was sucking hungrily at his tongue, winding my arms around his neck, and pressing my lower body against his. I was desperate to get closer, to feel through the barrier of my clothing what he had pressed against me. My hunger knew no bounds, growing exponentially with each passing second as it became clearer that this was not some fevered fantasy. This was actually happening.

And I was going to let it.

He unwound my arms from his neck and reached down to pull my t-shirt over my head so that we were skin to skin. The scrub of chest hair against my nipples was exquisite torture, and I moaned, pulling back to catch my breath.

“Fuck no, you’re not going anywhere!” Kage yanked me back against him. “I’ve waited too long for this. Been patient enough.” He covered my mouth and face with kisses, moved down to my throat, and bit the sensitive skin there until I cried out. I was overcome with passion, my breath coming in quick gasps as I fought to keep it together. I had always thought of myself as a player and a skilled lover, but I swear Kage made me feel like a virgin all over again.

“Take off your pants,” he said.

“What are you planning on doing to me?” I asked, my voice distant to my own ears as I worked my shorts down my legs, leaving my boxer briefs on.

“What I should have done when you first got here. And if it hadn’t been for you lying to me about having a girlfriend, I would have.”

“How did you know I’d let you?”

He chuckled. “I could tell by the way you look at me. Like you’re eating me alive with your eyes.”

“I don’t do that,” I protested. “I don’t even like guys.”

“Liar.” Kage shook his head and took a step back. “Get on your knees, Jamie.”

“Pardon me?”

“Don’t give me that look. I said get on your knees.”

I wanted to tell him no, that this was insanity, and that I wasn’t gay. I wanted to point out that I’d just recently had a girlfriend whom I’d fucked soundly on a regular basis. But instead I sank to my knees in front of him and waited, looking up at his unbelievably perfect body, all muscles and planes and smooth skin. The boyish face with the five-o’clock shadow, the dark locks of hair that fell loosely around his face… and that’s when I felt it. He was right. I was devouring him with my eyes, because God help me I could not get enough.

I took in a deep breath, let it out, and finally gave in— to him, to me, and to the desire that had been chipping away at my sanity. Kage saw it the moment I submitted, and his mouth tipped into a salacious grin as he stepped toward me. He held that intimidating cock in his hand, the fat head mushrooming obscenely around his fist.

“Tell me what you want, Jamie. I’m not going to let you blame me after this is all over. You tell me what you want, or you don’t get it.”

I was so ashamed, so scared. I tried to tell myself it was okay to be weak, because Kage was strong enough for both of us.

“I want it in my mouth,” I whispered, feeling ridiculous.

Did I really just say those words?

He took a step closer, the head of his dick nearly touching my lips. I caught the scent I’d been dying for, and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to dart my tongue out and steal a little taste of him. I needed for this to begin, for him to put me out of my misery, but something told me he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t satisfied with my answer yet. I wanted to please him, though. Wanted to please us both. That was my one coherent thought as I knelt there like a beggar, with carpet fibers digging into my knees and shame threatening to suffocate me.

“I want you, Kage,” I admitted, trading shame for candor. Hell, if I was actually going to take another man’s pipe in my mouth, I ought to be man enough to at least say the words. “I want to suck you off. I want you to fuck my mouth. I want… everything. You want me to beg? I will. I’ll do—”

He pushed the swollen head of his cock between my lips, cutting off my words. I felt the curve of smooth flesh slide in, and he shuddered hard and threw his head back for one blissed-out second, then looked down at me again.

“You don’t have to beg, baby.” He wrapped a large hand around the back of my head, holding me in place. “I just need you to realize that you want this as much as I do.” Then he began to move, incrementally at first.

I stretched my lips to accommodate his size, feeling the ridge on the underside of his cock head running along my tongue. He tickled the roof of my mouth, bounced lightly off the soft spot at the back of my throat.

“Relax your throat,” Kage said. It was the same thing I always told the girls when I rammed my cock down their throats. And now he was saying it to me.

I relaxed, felt a slight urge to gag, but nothing like I would have expected. My mouth settled around him, and I applied an ever-so-slight amount of suction for him to sink into and pull against. I didn’t know how it felt to him, but it felt amazing to me. God, how had I ever lived without the feel of his cock in my mouth? It was as if every moment I’d lived so far had been building up to this very moment, when I would discover a need like I’d never known before.

“You feel so good, Jamie. So goddamn good…” His hips pistoned his cock slowly in and out of my mouth, and I moaned around him. “I swear I’ve wanted to fuck this mouth ever since the first night we met. This fucking smart mouth. Fucking liar’s mouth. God, you’re so sexy.”

I tried to pull away at that, to argue that I wasn’t a liar, but he wouldn’t let me. He held tight to the back of my head with impossibly strong fingers, keeping my mouth stuffed full of his cock. He guided every movement, pushing in and pulling out at a slow, even pace. Jerking the lower half of his cock with his hand while the upper half copulated with my mouth. His hand never let up on the back of my head. It was all very restrained, as if he was afraid of losing his rhythm and spinning out of control. I loved it. The discipline of it, the predictability, it all seemed to amp up the anticipation for what was to come.