KAGE (KAGE Trilogy #1) (25 page)

“Your mouth was made for my cock, Jamie. I want you on your knees like this for me all the time. Fuck. So beautiful down there.” He babbled on, sometimes making sense, sometimes not. I didn’t care. Every word was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. His always-sexy voice was laced with a darker edge— the edge of profound lust— and I found myself wishing with every ounce of want I had inside me that I was the only one who had ever inspired him to sound like that. That his past would just be gone in a puff of smoke, and there would be only me.

I would be his. His Jamie. His boy.

I waited patiently for his release, hypnotized by his voice, dreaming of belonging to him, loving every second of every slide of skin. My mouth learned the shape of his cock by heart— every swell, every vein, every ridge. I sucked it like it was my only source of sustenance.

“I’m not ready to come, but I can’t stop it,” he groaned. “Love you so much down there.”

His cock thickened noticeably in my mouth as he spoke, veins plumping, flesh growing impossibly turgid. His controlled movements never sped up, never changed, but he let out a long, agonized grunt as he erupted. I felt his load shooting down the underside of his cock, pulsing through the channel like a freshly unfurled firehose and filling my mouth with wicked hot spurts of cum.

I’d never felt anything so erotic, so carnal… I wanted it, loved it, needed it like I’d never known I needed anything in my life.

It seemed his orgasm would never stop, and still I took it and swallowed hungrily. I slurped it up and begged and whimpered for more as I felt my own cock spilling into my boxers, rhythmically echoing the warm jets of cum that Kage was shooting down my throat.

It was by far the sweetest release I’d ever known. Far better than any girl I’d ever been with, far better than any desperate, pent-up porn jerk I’d ever had. I suppose it was inevitable after so many days of watching Kage and thinking about him, needing to touch him, and of stuffing down the desire.

When Kage had finally stopped coming, and his aftershocks had all ceased, he looked down at me and shook his head as if to clear the lingering fog of lust. “Holy shit, that was amazing.” He reached down under my armpits, hoisting me easily off the floor, and I was just weak and shaky enough that I didn’t balk at being picked up like a child. He pushed me down onto the sofa and kissed my stretched and swollen lips. “Your turn,” he said.

My face went bright red, and I glanced down at my cum-soaked boxer briefs. “No need for that,” I admitted. “I’m good.”

“Oh, wow,” Kage said in a soft voice. “Baby, that’s hot. You just came like that?”

Now it was his turn to get on his knees, only I didn’t have to tell him to. He did it all on his own. He leaned in and pressed his open mouth to the fabric of my boxers, enclosing my waning erection within his warm mouth. What he was doing felt amazing, mouthing me through my wet shorts. Then he pulled them down and all the way off my legs, tossing them to the side like he had his own.

Ever so gently, he used his tongue and lips to clean me, mindful of the post-ejaculation sensitivity of the head of my dick. I shuddered at the sensation of his warm tongue dragging along my softening flesh, and of his lips nipping playfully at my inner thighs. The sheer intimacy of it all was staggering.

Once, he looked up and smiled at me as he worked. “So sweet,” he said quietly, sounding unlike himself, and my heart squeezed so hard in my chest I thought it would stop beating.

When it was all over, and we were both floating around the apartment on endorphins, Kage fixed us each a protein shake. Then he got dressed for a night run.

I had no clean underwear, so Kage tossed me a pair of his boxers. They were large, and I had to roll the waistband down once. He chuckled when he saw me doing it. “Do I need to run to the store and get you some underwear?”

“No, I’ll wear these.” In truth, he would’ve had to pry them from my cold, dead fingers. Wearing his underwear gave me a sense of being close to him, of belonging to him. In that moment, I think I understood exactly why my girlfriends had always wanted to wear my jerseys.

And why I hadn’t let them.

Kage shrugged noncommittally, but there was pride in his expression that he couldn’t disguise. He wanted it, too. Wanted to run alongside me through the streets and trails of Vegas, knowing that I was wearing his underwear, and that we’d just been in each other’s mouths.

After our run, we settled into bed together, both of us exhausted and ready to go to sleep. Kage rolled over and spooned me like he had at the infamous slumber party. Just like then, it felt so safe and comfortable in his arms, like I was meant to be there. That scared me more than I wanted to admit.

16

THE drive home the next day was laid back and relaxing. Kage wore his boots and a pair of loose, faded jeans that hung from his hipbones and showed his striped purple boxer shorts. He pulled on a simple plain V-neck tee and drew his hair into that cute topknot.

He caught me staring at him about ten times before we even made it to the car.

“What is it?” he asked finally.

“I don’t know. You look… good.”

“Better than usual?” He glanced down at his attire. “What do you like? I’ll wear it every day.”

I laughed. “Those jeans and boxers for one. But I think it’s just maybe, I don’t know.”

We were on our way to the front desk to check out, and he stopped at the elevators and pushed the button for the lobby. “Out with it, college boy. Use your words.”

“I guess I feel sort of like I can look at you now. Like I couldn’t really before, but now I can.”

“Oh, I get it.” He raised a brow and gave me one of his devilish grins. “You mean since you’ve had my cock in your mouth, now you can admit that you find me irresistibly attractive.”

“Something like that.”

The empty elevator arrived, and we stepped on. The doors slid closed behind us.

Kage immediately set our luggage down, crowded me, and backed me into a corner. He pulled his t-shirt up to reveal his abs and boxers. “You like that?”

I looked down and took in the sight of that body I was becoming addicted to. “Yes.”

He kissed me softly on the lips and put his hand on my dick, cupping my balls and rubbing me through my shorts. Through his boxers I was still wearing.

“You like this?” he asked between kisses.

I sighed and leaned into his touch. “Yes.”

He shoved his hand down under my sac and stretched his fingers back between my legs, pressing his fingertips up into the crack of my ass and putting the barest of pressure on my hole.

I gasped and went up on my toes.

“I’m going to fuck you. You know that, right?” He dropped his mouth to the side of my throat and pressed warm, soft kisses there. “I’m so hard right now just thinking about it.” He groaned and bit into me, not enough to break the skin, but enough to hurt in a good way.

Suddenly the elevator stopped, and a family filed on. A husband, wife, and teenage son and daughter. Perfect American family. My face went scarlet, and Kage stepped away from me and smiled.

I couldn’t help it. I let out what I think was the goofiest laugh to ever cross my lips. I could still feel Kage’s saliva on my throat, and the memory of his fingertip pressing against the entrance to my hole, and I just broke down. The mother and father tried not to look in our direction, but the son and daughter stared unapologetically. I think they all knew what was going on, and that made it even more hysterical to me.

To Kage’s credit, he held it together. He nodded politely at the family and stood there with his hands clasped in front of his boner. I, on the other hand, couldn’t cover mine now without drawing attention to it. I was already being watched like a hawk by the two teens. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I just turned and buried my face in the corner and shook with near-silent laughter.

I didn’t turn around until the elevator stopped, and the family had disembarked into the lobby. I heard the mother say, “Should we complain?” And the father mumbled something I couldn’t hear. The teens just giggled.

Kage held the door for me as I got myself under control and was finally able to step out.

“Remind me to never play poker with you,” he said. “You cannot keep a straight face.”

The same lady was working the desk when we checked out as when we arrived. She recognized us and gave Kage that same blinding smile. “Did you enjoy your stay?” she asked.

Apparently she thought my comment about cuddling had been a joke, because it hadn’t discouraged her interest in Kage one bit. I felt like she needed reminding. But I had barely taken a hesitant step toward Kage when he reached over and hauled me to him, pulling me into a one-armed embrace and turning my body to face his.

“You have no idea how much,” he told her, settling his mouth on mine for a quick kiss. Not enough to get us kicked out of the hotel, but enough to let anyone who might have been looking know that we were together. “Thank you for choosing such a romantic room for us, ma’am.”

She smiled. “My pleasure. You two take care.”

“See?” Kage said when we were out of earshot. “A little friendliness goes a long way. Yesterday you came at her with that,
We like to cuddle, bitch!
That’s why she got an attitude.”

“No, I think the difference today was that you weren’t flirting with her.”

He smiled indulgently at me. “Okay, you win. No more flirting.”

I frowned. “I didn’t say you couldn’t flirt. I’m not your boss or anything.”

“Or jealous?”

“Fuck no, I’m not jealous. Even if I did have a right to be, which I don’t, I’m not really the jealous type.”

“So I can flirt with anybody, male or female, and you’d be fine with it?”

“Well, I don’t think you should be flirting with guys, for obvious reasons. You’re trying to get a UFC contract. The last thing you need is for anything to cause problems with that.”

“And you think it would definitely be a problem? You think people would care?”

I laughed harshly and stared at him. “Dude, people always care about shit like that. At the very least, it would overshadow your talent and reduce you to a novelty act.”

“And at worst?”

“You know the answer to that. No contract.”

“I think you’re being a little negative. But, you’re the expert.”

I didn’t mention the fact that I was far from an expert, because I didn’t think it took an expert to figure out that making out with guys in public was the last thing a UFC hopeful ought to be doing. I also didn’t think Kage was that naive, either. He knew I was right, but for some reason he was playing devil’s advocate. Sometimes it seemed like the more I got to know him, the less I actually knew him.

“Kage, you do understand that we can’t be open like that in front of people, right? I mean that was a one-time thing. Just because no one knows us here. We’ll have to be extra careful when you get more well-known. And around people we know.”

I saw his lips tighten, and I knew something about what I had said didn’t sit well with him. He did let me drive his Vette, but he slept almost the entire trip. Or at least he stuck his sunglasses on his face, crossed his arms, and lay still the whole time. I enjoyed the drive as much as I could while worrying that Kage was pissed at me.

Once we arrived back at the Alcazar, he seemed to have a fresh outlook. There were no remnants of the attitude he’d had when we got in the car, so I breathed easier.

“I’m starving,” he said as soon as I parked the car in his space in the parking garage.

“Yeah, I could definitely use something to eat,” I agreed.

We dropped our things off in our respective apartments, then Kage came and picked me up. We headed down to the Grotto together. The whole way there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we looked different now. That everyone could see what we’d done— what we were to each other.

Steve accosted us when we were walking through the empty lobby. As if pulling the words straight out of my head, he said, “Hey, you two look different!”

We both stopped mid-stride and made a detour to the front desk, where Steve stood alone. I gave him a nervous smile. “What do you mean, different?”

“You look nice and tan, like you’ve been to the beach. I need to lay out before I disappear with this white-ass skin of mine. Where have you guys been going, up on the roof?”