Page 24 of Kalix

LAINEY

Fuck. My thighs are sore.

I go to flip over in bed but realize something is preventing me from moving. Peeling my eyes open, I face a sleeping Kalix, holding me with one arm.

I take a deep breath and slowly let it out, grounding myself and trying not to wake him up.

What the fuck did I do?

Did I let the guy that I’m pretty sure is stalking me… take my virginity?

Holy shit, Lainey. You let your fucking stalker take your virginity?!

Breathe, it’s okay. He’s made it clear that if he wanted to hurt you, he could and he hasn’t yet.

I close my eyes, take another deep breath, and slowly blow out before peeling my eyes open again.

Taking a moment, I admire his features. Being around him makes me nervous, so I never really took the time to notice how truly perfect he is.

His smooth jaw is perfectly sculpted, and his lashes are long and dark.

And that fucking nose ring looks like it was made for his face.

Reaching my hand out, I start to slowly touch his cheek and maybe run my fingers through his dark hair, but quickly decide against it.

He’s sleeping, so this is the perfect time for me to examine his beautiful ink.

There isn’t much skin left that isn’t covered. A gorgeous black and white butterfly lays across his throat, which blends into the extravagant piece on his chest. I glance up at him briefly to make sure he's still sleeping before gently lifting up the sheet to explore further.

Holy mother of…

Last night I didn’t get to fully see his body, but now…

Now, I get to be up close and personal, and it’s so much better than I envisioned.

He has to work out at least six days a week to keep this figure. The black ink, and some pops of color, across his skin just does something to me. I squeeze my thighs to release some of the pressure building.

I’ve never gotten a tattoo before. Sure, I’ve thought about it, but never really found anything that I would want on me for the rest of my life. But, fuck, do they look good on him.

I notice red around some black that’s peeking out from under his briefs, like he might have gotten a fresh tattoo recently. I lay the sheet down carefully, then slowly lift the band to his briefs to get a better look. But before I can see what it is, his dick springs free, hard as a rock.

I freeze and it jumps, making me jump and the band of his boxers smacks his skin.

Glancing up, Kalix is staring at me with his heart stopping crystal eyes.

With a low chuckle he says,“Well don’t stop on account of me being awake.”

I lick my lips and rub them together before pointing at his new ink. “I– I don’t remember that being there last night.”

“That’s because it wasn’t.”

A laugh escapes me and I scrunch my face. “Right. Like you got that in the middle of the night.”

He pins me with a look and I’m reminded of who I’m talking to.

“Seriously? You went and got a–” I lift his boxers back up, revealing the art. “Is that a bunny with…” I tilt my head and feel my eyes grow into the size of saucers. Springing up so I’m sitting, I look down at him. “You got a fucking bloody… rabbit?!”

He smirks and shrugs his shoulders, “Want to see the rest?”

Jumping out of the bed, he drops his boxers and my mouth drops. “You’re fucking psychotic.”

He holds his hand out ignoring me, “Come on, Little Rabbit.”

When I don’t move, he smiles briefly before leaning forward and grabbing my wrists, pulling me up on my knees and flattening my hands to his chest .

The air in my lungs evades me when he leans in close, fisting my hips.

His mouth a hairsbreath away from mine. He whispers, “Go ahead. Explore.” His lips tangle with mine as I run my hands up and over his shoulders.

I feel his breathing slow as I pull away and start to trace the ink on his gorgeous body.

The black blends so beautifully across his skin. “How many do you have?”

“Lost count.”

I nod my head and rub my fingers across the foreign words on his ribs. My hands shake as I get closer to his pelvic bone. I’m careful to not touch the irritated skin where the new tattoo is on his hip. My hand freezes when it gets to the thorn crown around the base of his cock.

“Touch it.” He says and I glance at him. “Go on. You know you want to.”

My stomach starts to flutter as I look down at his cock. I can’t believe that whole ginormous monster fit in me. “I– uh… I…” I stutter and he wraps his hand around mine, placing my fingers around his dick.

Eyes wide, I look back up at him, “Kalix, I’ve never…”

He leans forward placing his hand on my cheek and I instantly lean into his touch. “I know, baby. I’ll show you.”

When I don’t respond he squeezes my hand that’s wrapped around his dick, “Okay?”

I nod quickly and whisper, “ Okay.”

He licks his lips before placing a wet kiss to my mouth, and I immediately moan.

He smirks as he pulls away and starts to move my hand along his dick, bringing my focus back to the movement.

“Oh my god. It’s so fucking hard.” I whisper aloud. Gasping as the words fall from my lips.

He chuckles and his grip tightens. “This is what you do to me, Lainey.”

My pussy tingles and I clench my thighs.

He removes his hand from mine and I pause. He nods his head towards my hand, “Keep going, I’m going to walk you through it.”

I start to stroke his cock the way he was moving my hand when he was helping me before.

His dick is so soft and the sticky precum coats it so it slides so easily.

“Yes, just like that, Little Rabbit. You’re doing so well.” He praises me and threads his hand through my hair at the base of my skull, tugging on my hair. I let out a moan from the sensation, as I quicken my strokes.

“Mmm… seems like my girl likes it a little rough.” He licks his lips and tightens his grip on my hair. “Does she?”

“Yes.” I breathe out with no hesitation. He hums in appreciation.

He tugs on my hair again as I rub the precum over the tip of his dick with my thumb. “Fuck, Lainey. Your hands are so soft and warm.”

Between the praise, him pulling my hair, and how hard his cock is getting in my hand right now, I feel like I’m going to combust.

His dick stiffens as I quicken my pace and he pushes me back on the bed.

Confused as to what I might have done wrong, I lay there, frozen briefly, before he climbs on top of me and brackets my head with his forearms. His mouth presses to my lips before his tongue pushes its way through and tangles with mine.

I run my hands through his dark hair and tug on the strands like he did mine.

He lets out a deep moan before sucking on my bottom lip and letting it go with a pop.

He places a kiss to my forehead before sitting up and straddling my waist.

He traces his fingers down my throat, between and over my breasts. “Time to paint what’s mine.”

He wraps his hand around his dick, stroking the long length a few times. Ropes of hot cum shooting all over my chest, stomach and neck. I feel a bit hit my cheek, but I don’t move to wipe it off.

Well, Lainey, you’re definitely checking a bunch of new shit off your list.