Kissed in Paradise (Valentine's Inc. Book 9) Page 6

  “Like everything about you,” he says. Fuck, that’s what does it, that’s what has me coming, his words and that sweet look on his face, surprised at his own admission and yet unashamed.

  “Cary. Fuck. Coming.”

  “Yeah,” Cary says, still not stroking himself, still just holding on with a death grip, keening softly. “So good. I can feel it. Your cock just pulsing.”

  “Oh, fuck, fuck.” I keep moving, pulling in and out of him until I’m oversensitive and I begin to go soft. I ease my cock out, taking care to hold the condom in place.

  Holy fuck, he’s beautiful. I stare down at him, body still flushed, so on edge. I reach for the lube again, slicking my hole and pumping a finger in without preamble.

  “I can do it,” Cary says, holding out a hand for the lube. I shake my head.

  “Another time. Right now I want to get myself stretched nice and good so I can take your big cock in me.”

  Bingo. Heat sparks in Cary’s eyes, and he bites his lower lip, groaning. “At least turn around so I can see.”

  I grin. “Want me to put on a show?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Chapter Seven

  Cary

  I thought the sight of Fei’s mouth taking my dick was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, but Fei on his knees, ass in the air, two fingers pumping deep into his hole? Damn, it’s so hot I feel like I could come just watching him.

  I give my dick a warning squeeze. I want to be inside him when I come again, want him whispering dirty words against my mouth as I take him. Make him all mine.

  The surge of possessiveness is strange, considering neither of us belongs to the other. As much as I want that. I can allow myself to admit that much, right? I don’t want this to be temporary, but if it has to be, I want to have Fei in every way possible.

  “God, you’re so fucking sexy.” I want to reach out and touch his rim, already shiny with lube and loosening incrementally as he works another finger in.

  He gives a little moan. “Gotta get myself well and truly done, or I’m going to feel it on your monster cock.”

  “We don’t have to,” I say weakly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Oh, baby. You’re gonna hurt me so good. Going to feel you tomorrow. Want to feel you.” He withdraws his fingers, taking a deep breath.

  No one’s ever called me baby before. Didn’t know it would make something flutter in my chest every single time.

  “Hold yourself still for me, okay?” Fei scrambles up, rolls a condom onto me, and positions himself above my cock. He sinks down in one smooth slide, and we both groan out loud. He feels incredible, hot and tight, and from this angle, his cock is right there.

  I reach out and touch it, curling my fingers around the mostly soft length, rubbing my thumb across the silky head as he lifts up and sinks back down again. “Fei. So good.” He moans, cock twitching in my hand, plumping more with every movement he makes.

  “I was right,” he says shakily. He’s got this fierce, blinding grin on his face. So beautiful. “Your monster cock is doing amazing things to my insides.”

  “Good. Your insides are doing amazing things to my cock.”

  Fei makes a pleased noise and fucks himself faster on me, biting his lip, closing his eyes and hitching his breath on every downstroke. “So good. You’ve got me hard again. Yeah, jack me off like that.”

  I pump his shaft, twisting my wrist as I get to the head. I begin to time my strokes with the thrust of my hips upward to meet him, and Fei yelps.

  “Holy multitasking, Batman. Keep doing that. Fuck, feels so good. Gonna make me come like that.”

  I keep up my ministrations, loving the way his face relaxes as his rhythm falters and he lets me take the lead. Each thrust elicits a moan or a gasp from him, or some blissed out, done-in expression that completely owns me.

  “Do it,” I tell him. “Come on my chest.”

  “Yeah, you want my cum? Fuck, Cary, baby,” he babbles. “Going to come all over your dick.”

  “Please.”

  “Oh, fuck, you beg so pretty,” he gasps, eyes flying open, mouth parted in a long, low moan as his cock pulses in my hand, sending jets of cum spurting all over my chest and stomach. His orgasm makes his ass spasm around me, and the thought of him squeezing me tight, even more than the sensation of it, sets off my own release.

  “Yeah, oh God, yeah. Coming inside you.” I thrust up a few more times, chasing the shock of electric pleasure zipping through me until I’m completely spent.

  Fei lets out a groan and lifts off me, plopping beside me on the mattress. He turns to look at me, lazy gaze raking over my body.

  “You look hot as fuck with my cum on you.”

  “You look hot, period.”

  He smiles sweetly at me. “Flattery will get you everywhere, dude. God. Cary, that has got to be in my top five fucks of all time.”

  I preen at his words but still manage a mock-pout. “Only top five?”

  He giggles, and it’s adorable because it sounds so carefree, like sex has relaxed him enough to peel back some of his layers. “Greedy. We’ll have to keep practicing. See if you can top—ha! behold my punning skills—this next time.”

  I smile, lifting the hand that isn’t covered in Fei’s cum to sift through his hair. Next time. “Practice makes perfect,” I say, all the while thinking to myself that everything so far with Fei has been practically perfect already.

  I don’t want to give this up. Four days isn’t enough.

  Eventually we have to get up and shower, because cum drying all over my hairy chest will not be a good time. Fei gives me a hand up and leads me to the bathroom, and acts like it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to step into the shower stall with me. My heart skips a beat when he presses his body to my back, arms curling around to hold me. His fingers glide across my chest and stomach. He kisses a spot just below my shoulder blade.

  “Wash me, and I’ll wash you?” he suggests quietly, and I nod, reaching for the soap.

  We spend nearly half an hour in the shower, just touching each other, exploring naked skin, kissing each other until we’re both gasping for breath, and then doing it again, and again. Neither one of us gets hard again after two orgasms each, but that’s not even really the point. It’s just about us, enjoying each other and wanting to be close. To me, it’s almost better than the sex. Not that the sex wasn’t the best I’ve ever had.

  Our easy intimacy doesn’t carry on after the shower.

  “Bed?” Fei asks, pausing at the door, uncertainty clear in his tone. But when I nod, he takes my hand, slipping his fingers into mine and pulling me back to the bedroom. We don’t bother with clothes, just toss the towels aside and climb in under the blankets.

  “I don’t do this,” he says, staring up at the ceiling.

  “Cuddling?”

  “Sex. With clients.”

  I run my palm down his chest, stilling when I get to his stomach. “Good.”

  Fei lets out a long exhale. “Okay. I lied.”

  I turn to stare at him, confused. “Huh?”

  “About the sex. I did have sex with a client once. I thought he liked me. Turns out he just thought it was part of the package.” His voice is bitter as he recounts this. “Told myself I’d never do that again, no matter how hot or funny the guy was.”

  I don’t really want to think about Fei with a hot or funny guy. Don’t even want him looking at another guy.

  “This isn’t part of the package.” I say it as a statement, not a question.

  Fei makes a small noise in the back of his throat. He closes his eyes. “No. The package does not include fucking or blowjobs.” He giggles, the sound so dear to me already I want to bottle it up and drink it. “No cuddling, either.”

  As if to make a point, he inches closer until our sides are pressed together, turning to throw one leg over mine. I hum in contentment. The urge to be close to him, to know him even more than I already do, is impossible to ignore.


  “Tell me something.”

  “What?”

  “Anything. Your favorite color. The way you like your coffee. What you want to be when you grow up.”

  He laughs, nudging my leg with his foot. “Hey, I’m already grown up.”

  “Yeah, you are,” I say, hoping my fondness shows through in the smile I give him. “But we all grow, all the time. And our goals change constantly. I didn’t want to be a marketing exec in high school, that’s for sure.”

  “Right. I wanted to be a game designer when I was in school, but you know what?”

  “What?”

  “I suck at the artistic stuff. Colors and shapes, sure. Concept art for anything more complex than a happy face? Nope. I could code like a badass, but in the end it wasn’t for me.”

  “So you found professional dating.”

  “Yeah, but it’s still not it. I have fun, and it pays really well, but there’ve been some bad experiences. Package guy, for example.”

  I wince. “Don’t call him that.”

  He grins at me. “His package is nowhere near as impressive as yours, promise.” After a short pause, he continues: “I want to open my own game store.”

  “Like a Game Stop?”

  “Nah. Like an internet cafe, but for games. Tables and chairs with gaming set-ups for tournaments and online play. I’d sell games too, of course. Run workshops. Rent out gaming rooms. Maybe I’d serve coffee and snacks.”

  “That sounds like it could be really fun. Why don’t you?”

  He makes a face. “Money. Saving up for it, but it’ll be another few months before I can get the deposit down.” He flashes me a smile. “Bas’ commission added a huge chunk to the fund, so there’s that.”

  “I’m glad. You always were so into the games. You lit up when you were messing around with them.”

  “You really watched me, huh?”

  “Did you think I’d lie about that?”

  He shrugs, stiffening momentarily before sighing and tilting his head to kiss me on the shoulder. “People have before.”

  “Hey. Fei.” I touch his cheek, rubbing the stubble against my palm. Damn, that feels good. “I would never lie to you. I won’t.”

  “Okay,” he agrees, voice thick. He shifts, burrowing closer to me. “Now you tell me something.”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Anything.”

  “Okay,” I say, drawing the word out. “I kind of miss your purple hair. It was real pretty. And it made it easy to find you in a crowded room.”

  Surprised laughter. He presses another kiss to my shoulder, nuzzles against my neck. “You’re kind of a sap.”

  “Yup.”

  “I kind of love it.”

  Chapter Eight

  Fei

  I wake up tangled with Cary, my arm thrown across his chest, his leg resting between mine, one arm underneath me. My cheek is pressed against his chest, and I turn my head, breathing in the scent of our mingled sweat and cum.

  Yesterday, after cuddling in bed and talking for hours about everything and nothing, I finally dragged us out of bed for a quick dinner. Standing in my kitchen making ramen with Cary sitting at the small dining table, watching me as I cooked, was not something I ever imagined doing. It felt too damn good, too.

  With our bellies full, we retreated back to my room, where Cary got me to show him some of my favorite games. We played for a few hours before I resolutely shut off the game and pulled him back into bed for another round of rigorous fucking.

  That is how I now find myself lying in his arms, sniffing him like a weirdo. A man could get used to feeling this warm and comfortable. You can’t afford to do that, I tell myself.

  I shift in his arms, trying to disengage without waking him. It’s a spectacular fail, mostly because his arms go tighter around me and his legs clamp. He utters a soft, confused groan, and hangs onto me like I’m a teddy bear before muttering, “Fei?”

  “Morning.”

  “Nngh. Is it?”

  I glance at the clock on the nightstand to be sure. “Yup. It’s half past eight, which means we should probably leave soon. We’re driving up to Haleiwa today. That’ll take around forty-five minutes if we don’t run into any appalling traffic.”

  “Mmm.” Cary’s hand drifts from my back down to the curve of my ass. “Why Haleiwa?”

  “Surf lessons, remember? You wanted to learn surfing.”

  “Right. I’d like to see you surf.” His morning wood is pressed against my thigh. He shifts, rocking his hips, until we’re lined up almost perfectly, eliciting groans from both of us. “But I wouldn’t mind just doing this.”

  I grin up at him, moving to meet his rolling thrusts. “Oh, yeah? All day?”

  A rueful laugh. “Probably not. Yesterday was more times in one day than I’d done in… a while. Since freshman year of college, probably.”

  “Did you sow your wild oats your freshman year, then?” I ask lightly, even as a pang of irrational jealousy hits me when I think of all the guys Cary must’ve been with before me. There’s no reason to feel any jealousy. It’s not like he belonged to me then.

  He doesn't belong to you now, I tell myself. Don’t be crazy.

  “Not really. I mean, I’ve dated some. Had a few boyfriends since high school. But mostly I just jacked off a lot my first year. I was lucky enough to get a single dorm room. First time on my own, with no danger of parents walking in.” Cary chuckles, squeezing my ass as he grinds into me. “I spent a lot of time watching gay porn, to be honest.”

  Oh, this I can work with. “Yeah? What kind of porn? Tell me what teenage Cary was into.”

  Cary’s cheeks are flush with arousal, and I feel my own pulse racing, heat coursing through my body as the unhurried frotting gets me closer and closer to orgasm.

  “Just the usual stuff. I, um, watched a lot of videos with Asian guys. Solo play. Blowjobs.”

  Oh. The implication is clear, and the thought of Cary lying in a small dorm room bed, masturbating to fantasies of me, has me moaning and humping more urgently against him. “Yeah? You like Asian guys? Wanted one to give you a blowie?”

  “Wanted you. God.” Cary groans, cock jerking and pulsing as he shoots off between us. “Got me off so good.”

  “Love getting you off.” There’s nothing better than that first burst of cum, knowing that I’ve caused that. With Cary, though, there’s more. There’s the way his whole face lights up, so appreciative and sweet. There’s the way he’s running his hand up and down my back, like he can’t get enough of just touching my skin, even after he’s come.

  “Want to get you off too. I still haven’t had a taste of you yet.” He groans as he rolls me over onto my back and scoots back until his face is level with my cock. His hand curls around me, his cum slicking the way for the slow, tight-gripped stroke he gives me.

  “Gonna suck your cum off me?” I ask, knowing by now how dirty talk gets to him. My instincts are spot on; he moans as he leans down to lick off the bead of precum that’s welling at the tip, then opens his mouth to take the entire head inside.

  I’m not as big as he is, but his lips still have to stretch to accommodate me, and the sight of it hits me like an electric shock, making my limbs tingle and burn.

  “Yeah,” I moan, tilting my hips up to slide more of my length into his hot mouth. “Feels so good. You like how I taste with your cum smeared all over me?”

  “Mmmm,” is all he’s capable of saying, but that’s fine, because he’s breathing hard through his nose and his eyes are shut like he’s in heaven, and it’s easy to see how good it is for him too.

  “Can you take more of me in, baby? I want to fuck your beautiful mouth. God, yeah, just like that. God, so fucking hot and wet.” I cant my hips up as Cary makes a gurgling noise and sinks further down my length, cheeks going more and more pink. There’s a brief squeeze on my shaft as his throat gets used to the intrusion, but then he relaxes and the pressures eases.

  Just as I think it can�
��t get any better, Cary’s free hand finds my mouth, seeking entrance. I take two fingers in, sucking him the way I’d suck a cock. He pulls away quickly, and then I feel him reaching down behind me, trailing his wet fingers into my crack.

  “Oh. Yeah, yeah, baby. Go for it. Finger me while I fuck your pretty mouth.” I gasp when the first finger breaches me, spit easing the way but not enough to diminish the delicious burn of a good stretch. Then his finger begins to move, working itself inside until the tip grazes my prostate. “Jesus. Fuck. Do that again, Cary.”

  He pulls off long enough to say, “Do it, yeah? Come in my mouth. Want to drink you down.” He swallows me again. It lacks the finesse of someone who’s experienced at deepthroating, and that just makes it all the more endearing—and all the more hotter.

  When he starts bobbing on my cock and rubbing my prostate with the finger in my ass, I give myself over to my orgasm, crying out and thrusting up into the wet warmth of his mouth as I shoot off. Cary makes a choking sound and his finger slips out of my hole, but he doesn’t move off my cock. The sound of him gulping down my cum and then moaning as he licks me clean is so hot it makes me pulse again, another jet of cum spilling across his lips.

  “Come here,” I command, tugging weakly at his hair to get him to come back to within kissing distance. I lick the cum off his lips and kiss him, tasting it as our tongues touch and tangle.

  He shudders in my arms, groaning into the kiss. “The way you clenched around my finger when you shot off. Christ. You’re a dream.”

  “Look who’s talking, gorgeous fucker,” I growl back at him, pulling him in for another searing kiss. “You’d better stop talking so sweet to me, or I’m abandoning all our plans and telling Leslie we’re both sick with a stomach bug today.”

  “Who’s Leslie?”

  “A friend. The one who’s a surfing instructor. I asked him to meet us today and bring an extra surfboard since I only have the one.”