037— THE DOOR.

MATURE CONTENT INCLUDED!!                 

                        ~SLOANE~

“Kai…”

The moment the name left my lips, he pounced. 

He slammed his mouth against mine with a feral intensity that made my head snap back, his kiss wilder and more desperate than that day on the terrace. 

I didn’t know why, I didn’t even think—I just reacted, my arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him back with a matching hunger that left me… breathless.

I was supposed to be asking more… more about Daria, the paper, the—

His hands moved with frantic speed, sliding underneath my crop top. He yanked the fabric upward, stripping it over my head and tossing it aside. 

My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, ripping them open in my haste to feel his skin against mine. We didn't stop kissing for a second.

Kai scooped me up, my legs instinctively locking around his waist as he carried me the short distance to the desk. He set me down on the hard surface, the cool wood a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off his body. 

He didn't let me go, his lips migrated from my mouth to the sensitive curve of my neck. He sucked and bit at my skin, and a loud, guttural moan ripped from my throat.

“Ah… nnngh… Kai!”

In one swift, decisive motion, he reached behind me and unbuckled my bra. The clasp snapped, and my breasts swung free, bouncing slightly before settling. 

I saw his eyes go feral, his pupils blown wide as he stared at my breasts. I reached out, my palms pressing against his hard, muscular chest, feeling his heart hammering.

He dove in, his lips locking onto my left nipple. He didn't just suck; he bit down firmly, a sharp pinch of pleasure-pain that made me scream.

“Wait—someone… someone might hear.”

He pulled back just an inch, his voice a dark, rough whisper against my skin. 

“It’s soundproof.”

The words acted like a trigger. I leaned back, lying flat on my back across the desk, my legs sprawling open. He loomed over me, his weight pressing me into the wood as he returned to my left breast, sucking the nipple deep into his mouth with a wet, slurping sound. 

His other hand wasn't idle; his fingers were pinching and twisting my other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Mmmph… ah… oh goddess… nnngh!”

I was already soaking wet. I could feel the hot cream of my pussy dripping down my thighs, the scent of my own arousal filling the small space. 

As he switched breasts, latching onto the right one, I wrapped my fingers into his hair, pressing his head harder against me, wanting him to devour me.

Through my light joggers, I could feel it. His big, thick cock pressing hard against my thigh. Every time he shifted, the friction of his length against me sent jolts of electricity straight to my clit. I moaned louder, my hips beginning to arch instinctively, searching for that pressure.

“Fuck, Kai… please…” The words spilled out of me.

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my joggers and yanked them down, along with my panties, in one rough motion. 

The cool air hit my wet exposed pussy and I shivered, a fresh wave of cream leaking out of me, trailing down the inside of my thigh.

He let out a low, guttural sound—almost a growl—as he stared at my spread legs. 

His eyes traced the swollen nub of my clit peeking out from its hood, the way my hole pulsed and clenched around nothing.

“I can smell you from here,” he muttered, sniffing me in.

I whimpered, my hips twitching, wanting his mouth, his fingers, anything. 

But he took his time. He dropped to his knees in front of the desk, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them wider, forcing my legs apart until I was completely open to him. 

The wood beneath me was wet with my own juices now, a sticky puddle forming under my ass.

He leaned in, and I felt the hot puff of his breath against my soaked pussy. His lips hovered just above my clit, not touching, just breathing. 

The anticipation was torture.

“You want my tongue inside, don’t you?” His eyes locked on the mess between my legs.

“Yes… please, Kai…”

He smiled. A slow curl of his lips, before he finally lowered his head.

His tongue dragged from my entrance all the way up to my clit, scooping up my juices in a long, slow lick. 

“Oh goddess… oh fuck…” I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair again, pulling him closer.

He didn't stop. He licked me like I was a meal he’d been starving for, his tongue dipping into my hole, swirling around. 

I felt his nose nudge against my clit as he buried his face deeper, his mouth working my pussy with a voracious hunger. 

He pulled my labia into his mouth, sucking gently, then releasing them with a wet pop before diving back in.

“You taste so good,” he growled against my flesh, his words vibrating through my sensitive skin. 

He focused on my clit then, sucking it gently between his lips before flicking the tip of his tongue over it in rapid strokes. The pressure built, made me buck against his face. I was leaking now. 

“Kai… I’m gonna…”

He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing against my swollen clit with every word. 

“Not yet.” 

He slid two fingers into me without warning, curling them upward, pressing against that rough spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.

“Fuck!” I screamed, my hips lifting off the desk as he finger-fucked me in rhythm with his tongue. 

He was relentless. Sucking, licking, plunging. His mouth never left my clit even as his fingers worked my hole. 

The squelch of his fingers moving in and out, the slurp of his tongue, my own desperate moans.

I felt my orgasm building. My thighs clamped around his head, but he didn’t stop. He ate me harder, his nose pressing into my clit, his mouth suctioning my entire pussy like he wanted to devour me from the inside out.

“Let go for me,” he murmured, his voice muffled against my flesh. “I want to taste you.”

My eyes snapped open.

Daria.

The diner. The paper. Crew.

Reality came back so violently it almost hurt.

Kai's mouth was still on my clit, and for one horrifying second my body leaned into it before my brain caught up.

I shoved him back.

Hard.

He stumbled half a step, breathing rough now, his shirt twisted beneath my fingers from where I'd dragged him closer minutes ago.

The room looked destroyed.

Books crooked on the shelf. My clothes were on the floor. Him looking at me like he'd forgotten who he was for a second and hadn't fully found his way back yet.

My chest rose sharply.

“How long?” I asked.

He lifted his face and his lips were wet and swollen. His eyes stayed on my face, still breathing heavily.

“Sloane—”

“How long did you know about Daria?”

Silence.

I laughed once. Broken. Angry.

“That's unbelievable.” I stepped back again, shaking now for reasons I didn't want to examine too closely. “You stand here touching me like this while keeping something like that from me?”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“By lying to me?”

“By keeping you alive.”

"And what happens tomorrow?" I snapped. "You pretend this never happened? Call it another mistake?"

"Stop saying that."

The words came out rough. Not cold. Rough. 

I looked at him.

Really looked.

His breathing wasn't steady. His hair was still wrecked from my hands and his shirt was pulled at the collar where I'd grabbed it.

"Why," I said. "Does it bother you hearing it out loud?"

He took a step toward me.

"You think that's what this was." His voice dropped. "You think I lose my mind every time someone stands close enough."

My pulse jumped hard.

"I think," I said carefully, because the room had gotten smaller again without moving, "that you don't know what to do after."

His jaw flexed.

"You think this is easy for me."

I stared at him.

He laughed once. The sound had nothing warm in it and nothing performed in it either. 

"That's the problem." Another step. "You keep acting like you're the only person in this room trying not to lose control."

My heart slammed.

"Kai—"

"No." His eyes locked onto mine and stayed there. "You don't get to stand there shaking because I touched you like I wasn't there too."

The silence after that was so heavy I felt it on my skin.

He turned away for half a second. Just half a second. Like he physically needed somewhere to put his eyes that weren't my face. 

Then he turned back and whatever he was trying not to show was right there at the surface and he knew it and kept going anyway.

"I burned the paper to protect you," he said. Tight. "I kept quiet because every answer that involves Crew gets people killed." He looked at me. "And right now I'm standing here working very hard to remember that you're mad at me."

My breath caught on something.

His eyes dropped to my mouth.

Just briefly. Just for a second.

Came back up.

"So don't stand there and call this a mistake again," he said quietly. 

"Because if I wanted to make one Sloane—" His voice roughened on my name in a way that did something catastrophic to my chest. 

"You would never make it to that door."