Page 26 of Blood Ties

Riley

W hen night falls, and I recognize his steps coming down the stairs, I wait on my knees on the edge of the mattress with a smile plastered on.

“Hey, Kai,” I say, my voice low and coy as I look up at him through my eyelashes.

A hint of color creeps into his face. “Hi.”

This is working. One hand job, and he’s practically wrapped around my finger.

I gesture for him to come closer, and after a moment’s hesitation he sinks onto the mattress beside me. Before he can say anything, I slide onto his lap and wrap my arms around his neck.

“I missed you,” I breathe, and press a kiss just below his ear.

He shivers. “I... missed you too.”

Some of the tension leaks out of his body as I kiss the side of his neck. But he stiffens again as I suck the skin between my teeth.

“Riley,” he murmurs.

“Yes?” I slide a hand under his shirt as I nip at that sensitive patch of skin again. He groans, and I let my fingers explore the hard planes of his back. He’s lean, but surprisingly muscular under his oversized clothes.

“I, uh...” As he fumbles for words, he tilts his head back without seeming to realize he’s doing it.

Opening his throat to me like an animal submitting.

I grind my hips down against his lap, and he stops trying to talk.

Then there’s just our mingled breaths, the low sounds he makes in his throat, the soft sucking of my lips and tongue against his skin.

He’s rock hard in his jeans, and as I grind my core against his length, it provides a delicious friction against my clit.

I whimper, do it again, heat rolling through my lower belly.

I force myself to stop. Remind myself what I’m doing. This isn’t about my pleasure, it’s about survival.

While I’m grappling with my self-control, Kai’s big hands grasp me by the hips. He grinds up into me, and I gasp, my mind going blank with lust.

“Wait,” I whisper.

He stops. Instantly. Hands loosening on my hips, pulling back to search my face. I’m breathing hard, staring at him, my lips half-open but no words coming out.

I should tell him to stop. But if I do, then—

Then he’ll stop.

It hits me like a revelation. I may be a prisoner here, but Kai will stop if I tell him to. Unlike his brother, he listens . Unlike with his brother, I have the power here.

There is something heady about that knowledge. About having power, any power, in a situation like this.

I place a hand on Kai’s chest and push gently. “Lie down,” I whisper.

He obeys, pliable beneath my hands, and it only heightens my sense of power — and desire. My heart thumps as I straddle his hips, staring down at him. His hands are still hovering over my waist, but he doesn’t touch me without permission. One word from my lips and he stopped.

It’s almost enough to make me forget about the shackle on my wrist, and all of the reasons I should hold myself back.

How could I deny myself the chance to feel a little bit good, in a place like this?

Hand fisting in his shirt, I roll my hips, grinding my core down against the stiff length still trapped in his jeans. He groans, and so do I.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

“Can I...?” One of his hands clenches and unclenches at my side.

I grab him by the wrist and place his hand on my hip again. “Yes,” I say. “But stay like this. Don’t move. Let me...” I grind against him, finding a rhythm. Using his body like a toy.

Judging from the sounds he makes, Kai is all too happy to be played with.

His fingers dig into my hip, grazing the sliver of skin where my shirt rides up.

After a moment, he hesitantly urges the motion of my body, his dark eyes locked on mine.

I bite my lip, heat building within me, a fire fed by this delicious friction between our bodies.

He’s breathing hard, a flush spreading over his pale face, his eyes heavily lidded as he stares up at me.

Will he come in his pants again, if I keep doing this?

It turns me on more than it should. Encourages me to move harder, faster. I haven’t dry humped anyone like this since high school, but fuck , I don’t know why I ever stopped. It feels so fucking good.

One hand still braced on his chest, I let the other snake up over my body. My fingers toy with my nipple through my shirt. Our eyes are still locked, so I see the way his widen as they follow the motion. I feel his dick twitch through his jeans.

Fuck, that’s hot. All of this is way hotter than it should be.

Kai shifts his weight beneath me with a whispered curse. He’s probably trying not to finish overly fast again, but the way he moves presses one of his thighs between my legs, and I gasp. He freezes.

“S... Stay there,” I whimper. “Right there.” I rub myself against him, hips rocking back and forth in little motions that drive me crazy.

I can feel the orgasm building up inside of me, and I should probably stop, but I need the release.

One hand fisting in his shirt and the other teasing at my breast, I come hard and sudden with a soft cry.

I lift my head, breathing hard, to find Kai staring up at me with something like awe. As I glance down at his tented pants, it’s obvious he’s still painfully hard. But he still hasn’t touched me, just like I asked him.

I shift myself off of him, heat blooming in my cheeks as I see the damp spot I left behind on his pants.

I reach over and undo the button on his jeans, slide the zipper down.

“You’ve been so good for me,” I murmur. I reach into his boxers and grip his stiff length, biting my lip as he whimpers. “Can I suck your cock?”

“Yes,” he says, strained and breathy. “Please.”

I slide his pants and boxers down to his knees and lean over him, licking my lips before wrapping my mouth around him.

He groans as I swirl my tongue over his head, tasting salty precum and masculine musk.

I take in more of him, and he curses. So sensitive, so responsive.

It’s easy to read what he likes from every little noise he makes, and soon I have him trembling and moaning as I bob up and down on his length.

His hands fist in the sheets at his sides, too afraid to touch me.

I reach out and take one of his hands, lead it to the back of my head. But instead of pushing my head down like I expect, he grabs my hair and pulls it out of my face, holding it at the roots.

He’s so sweet it’s a little bit devastating. I hate the little flutter of warmth in my chest. Trying to ignore it, I suck him faster, deeper, get him nice and wet and sloppy for me.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

I push myself down, deep enough that I choke, and his legs tense.

“Oh s-shit. I think I’m gonna— please — Riley!”

His hips thrust up as he spills himself down my throat. I suck him through it, drink down every drop, and wait for him to go limp before I pull my mouth away.

He’s breathing hard, shiny with sweat. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and blink away the tears gathering in my eyes.

He pushes himself up on his elbows. “Are you... crying?”

“No, no. I’m fine.” I laugh, lower myself on the mattress beside him. He turns onto his side to look at me. “You’re just, um, big, to tell the truth.”

Guys normally love to hear that kind of thing, but he still looks worried. I smile, reach over to stroke my thumb over his cheek. “You didn’t hurt me,” I assure him. “I... liked it. I needed that.”

He leans into my touch, ventures a small smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I whisper. My stomach in knots, because I’m terrified to realize that I mean it.