Quick Surrender

Riven

Kael stood up.

I exhaled for the first time in what felt like several minutes. "Finally." I watched him straighten, fully prepared to watch him walk to the door, open it, and remove himself from my apartment and my evening and ideally my entire life.

He walked toward me instead.

I pressed back into the sofa as he closed the distance, stopping close enough that the situation happening in his joggers was now approximately level with my face. I snapped my gaze sideways so fast I nearly strained something.

“Can you just fucking leave my apartment?” The words came out through my teeth. “I will call security. I mean it.”

My phone was on the cushion beside me. I reached for it.

His hand came down and sent it skidding across the floor before my fingers made contact.

“What the hell—” I turned, furious, and my face met the unmistakable outline of his dick before I’d completed the thought. I hissed and looked up sharply.

Kael was smirking.

He had the kind that lived on the face of someone who had decided the entire situation was entertainment and had no plans to stop.

“This isn’t funny,” I said. My jaw was so tight it ached. “You’re just being fucking silly and obnoxious. Just go away, Kael.”

“I’ll leave.” He tilted his head slightly. “But on one condition.”

I stared at him.

“In my own house.” My voice had gone dangerously quiet. “You’re giving me conditions. In my own house.”

“One condition,” he repeated, unbothered.

“Are you insane?”

The smirk shifted into something slower. Something that didn’t quite belong on a human face. His eyes dropped to me and then back up, lazy and measured, and the corner of his mouth moved again. It was with the particular satisfaction of someone who already knew how this ended.

“Oh, baby.” His voice dropped an entire register. “I’m so much more than insane. Trust me.”

I physically recoiled.

“Don’t.” I held up a hand. “Don’t call me that. Ever. Especially not—” I stopped and breathed. “Fine. “Fine.” What do you want? What’s the condition? Money? You want me out of May’s life permanently? You want me to collect the necklace from her?” I was losing the thread of my own argument, and I knew it. “What do you really want?”

Kael laughed.

It was soft, almost quiet. And his face in that moment was something I didn’t have a clean word for — sharp and dark and amused in a way that sat somewhere between dangerous and deliberate, like a man who had already decided on the ending and was simply enjoying the middle.

He looked down at me.

Then his hand moved to the waistband of his joggers. Slowly. The front panel dropped just enough to see the V-line of his lower abdomen.

“I want you to suck my cock.”

The room went absolutely still and silent.

I looked at him. Then at what he’d just done. Then back at his face — still wearing that expression, still completely, criminally unbothered.

Several seconds passed.

“Get.” I stood up slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Out.”

“I said I'm not leaving until my condition is met.”

I grabbed his arm with both hands and pulled. Or tried to. Kael didn’t move. Not an inch. It was like trying to relocate a wall.

“Can you “move?”” I yelled.

He moved. Just not toward the door.

His arm came around my waist from behind, fast and certain, pulling me back against him before I’d processed what was happening. I felt his budge against my arse, and something short-circuited in my brain entirely.

“Let me go.” I grabbed at his arm, pulling, twisting. “Let me go!”

“Shh.” His mouth was at my ear, his voice dropping to something low and unhurried. “You doing it or not?”

“I am not gay.” I shoved against his arm hard. “Let me go.”

He did immediately.

I stepped forward and turned around, breathing hard.

“So you’re leaving?” I asked.

“Absolutely.”

My eyes went wide, quite confused by his sudden change of mind. “What? Really?”

“I’m not putting my cock anywhere near a homophobic guy’s mouth.” He said it so casually it took me a second to catch up. “So yeah.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it.

Kael was bisexual. Openly, publicly, famously so — he’d said it on national television during a magazine interview with the particular bluntness of someone who found the concept of softening their words deeply unnecessary. “I don’t care about gender when I’m dating or when I’m fucking.” His exact words. The interviewer had blinked. Kael had looked bored.

“I’m not homophobic,” I said.

He laughed.

“I mean it.” I exhaled hard, running a hand down my face. “Half the guys on my team are gay. I’m not homophobic.”

“Sure.”

“Just because I won’t—” I stopped and breathed deeply. “I’m straight. That’s it. That’s the whole reason.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved a hand, unbothered. “I’ve seen your dating history. You know none of your girlfriends lasted more than three months?”

I stared at him. “Have you been stalking or spying on me?”

“It’s on your Wikipedia page.”

“You read my—” I stopped and folded my arms across my chest. “You read my Wikipedia page?”

“I read about my rival.” He shrugged, already moving slowly towards me. “And about the guy sniffing around my sister. Just needed to know the guy that I was dealing with. That’s normal.”

I took a step back. “I am not sniffing around her. She’s the one—”

My leg hit the sofa.

I sat down before I meant to.

Kael stopped in front of me. He was so close, and the situation in his joggers had not improved.

I looked away at the ceiling. “Why is that still—”

“Since you’re not homophobic,” he said, cutting straight through my sentence, “and you want me gone so badly—” he dropped into the cushion directly across from me, legs spread, completely at ease. “—how about you just watch?”

I looked at him. “Watch you.”

“Watch me.” He held my gaze. “Stroke and tease myself. That’s it. You just sit there.”

“Kael—” The word came out like a grunt, low and frustrated.

“What?” He scoffed lightly. “This is the best offer you’re getting.” A pause. “Besides. It’s your fault I’m like this.”

I stared at him for a long moment.

Then I dropped my head back against the sofa and closed my eyes.

“Never mind,” I said. “Just hurry up.”