LOGINThird Person Adrian ran his hand lightly over Ayesha’s braids. “Want me to take these out?” She made a small sound. “Words, babygirl. I don’t speak hum.” She looked up at him. “Yes. Please.” “Good. I’ll get to it.” He reached for the pen he always kept on him and started working the first braid loose, careful not to pull. For a while neither of them spoke. The only sound was the soft drag of hair coming free. “You look better,” he said. “I feel better.” “That’s good to hear.” He paused. “Want to sit up so I can get behind you?” She nodded. “I don’t take nods. I need to know it’s your choice, not me pushing.” “You can get behind me.” He moved. She shifted forward enough for him to settle at her back and keep working through the braids. After a minute she asked, quiet, “Why are you so different?” “Different how?” “You’re calm with me. Patient. You ask permission. That’s… new.” “Really?” “Yes. Really.” “Taking something from you without permission is wrong. And I’m
Ren’s POV I woke up exhausted. My lower body ached deep. My neck, back, and chest stung every time I shifted. For a second I just lay there trying to piece the night back together. Then I looked up at the mirror above the bed and almost laughed. I looked like I’d been hit by a truck — hair everywhere, marks all over my skin, lips still a little swollen. And Kai was nowhere in sight. I groaned and started dragging myself toward the edge of the bed. Last night I’d had too much in my head — Ayesha in that hospital bed, the bruises, the way she wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes — and I’d wanted to forget for a while. Apparently I’d wanted it hard enough that walking to the hospital today was going to be a problem. The second I tried to put my feet on the floor my ass reminded me exactly who I belonged to. Kai walked in. Polo. Sweatpants. Thin-rimmed glasses sitting on his nose, mismatched eyes looking straight at me. A walking sin. My hole was still wrecked and my brain somehow still put
Kai's POVI pulled his body up against my chest and fisted his hair, yanking his head to the side so I could get at his neck. My cock stayed buried deep while I sucked a dark mark at the base of his throat, teeth scraping, tongue pressing hard into the skin. At the same time I tightened my other hand around his throat — not enough to cut everything off, just enough that he felt the control. His whole body convulsed around me. A broken sound left him.I dragged my nails down his chest, over his nipples, down the soft plane of his stomach. Then I took both buds between my fingers and rolled them, twisted, pinched until they were red and swollen and he was making noise that barely counted as words. His head dropped back onto my shoulder. I dipped a finger into his navel and pressed. He jerked hard, cock jumping, a raw moan tearing out of him. My hand kept going lower, cupping and squeezing his balls, rolling them, never quite giving him the stroke he wanted on his cock itself. He cried o
Kai’s POVI lifted his thighs and just looked.His hole clenched around nothing, still shiny and soft from my fingers and tongue. I rubbed the head of my cock against the rim, slow, watching it twitch. Ren moaned and tried to push his hips up. I pulled back just enough to keep him from taking it.“Greedy.”I pushed only the tip inside, then pulled out again. He whined, cock jerking against his stomach, leaking in a steady string. I waited a beat, then sank in one long, continuous stroke until I was buried to the hilt. The heat of him closed around me, tight and perfect. I gave him a few deep thrusts, watching my cock disappear into that pink cunt over and over. His hands went straight to his nipples, pinching and rolling them the way he always did when he started to lose himself.After a handful of strokes I pulled all the way out.He made a broken sound.“Don’t whine, baby. I want you to sit on my cock and ride. Fuck yourself on it until you can’t anymore. And don’t you dare come wi
hat ’s POV I lay back on the bed and spread my legs wide. Then I lifted them and hooked my hands under my thighs, holding myself open so Kai would see everything the second he walked in. He stepped out of the bathroom and stopped. His breath hitched. His cock, which had just spent on my face, started filling again as he looked at me. “Naughty, naughty boy.” My own cock jumped and leaked a clear string onto my stomach. He came close, reached down, and pushed his index finger straight into my hole. No warning. Just the slow slide until it was buried. “See how this cunt swallows me. I bet you want more.” He didn’t wait for an answer. A second finger joined the first. I moaned at the stretch. Then he curled it hitting my pleasure spot then pulled both out in one sharp motion and left me empty. I whined before I could stop it. “Don’t think you’re getting it easy,” he said. “First you give me a show. Fingers in your ass. Then you get mine — tongue, fingers, cock. In that order.” I
Adrian put the bag on the chair. “Clothes are in there.” Ren nodded and pulled the curtain around the bed. Ayesha was already half out of it, eyes heavy. He helped her sit up, got the hospital gown off, and worked the soft T-shirt over her head. She hissed once when her shoulder pulled. He waited, then got her arms through. The boxers were next, then the sweatpants. He tied the drawstring loose so nothing sat on a bruise. By the time he pulled the blanket back up she was sinking again. Adrian took the chair beside the bed and stayed quiet. A few minutes later Ayesha spoke without really opening her eyes. “Read something.” Adrian glanced at Ren. Ren understood and stepped out into the corridor. Kai was exactly where Ren had left him — on one of those hard chairs, leaning forward, watching the hall. Ren walked over and sat across his lap. His arms went around Kai’s neck. He ran his thumb along Kai’s jaw, feeling how tight it was. “Thank you,” Ren said. “For staying. Fo







