Tamed (The Courtside King 1)

He eased against Kai’s chest, breathing in his scent, enveloping himself in his heat. “Thanks,” he murmured. “I think so, too.”

Kai’s fingers got back to toying. Twisting and rolling.

Another rush of pleasure. “Shit,” Breck gasped, fresh current assailing him from his nipples down to his straining dick. He thrust inside the cage of Kai’s legs. Oh, God. Those knots. His asshole clenched. His boner howled, shudders rocking through his frame. Stoking him hotter. Coiling him tighter.

Restlessly, he squirmed in Kai’s hold, then turned and pressed his panting lips against Kai’s cheek. Holy shit, he was unraveling. And Kai could hear him. Could see and feel his body all but coming undone. From nothing more than Kai’s talented fingers as they fondled his chest.

Humiliation threatened. His heart pounded faster.

Kai’s growl was velvet. “Tell me, jeja, what am I teaching you now?”

Breck swallowed, body twitching. “That you’re driving me crazy.” His mouth brushed Kai’s stubble, which only made things worse. “That if you— keep on— fucking doing that shit— I’m gonna— seriously lose it.”

Kai paused and turned his head to face Breck’s. “What a prospect.” A whisper of lips over Breck’s mouth. “One I’d like to see. I hope you’re not implying that you want me to stop.”

Breck trembled. Hell no, he wasn’t implying that. Kai’s touch felt amazing. He never wanted it to end. But just as intently, he didn’t want to embarrass himself. To outright orgasm without any contact to his dick. Kai had barely even touched it once, and yet here Breck was, precariously skirting the edge. Like his nipples—and this magical man—were conspiring against him.

Now that Kai had stopped, he tried to steady his breathing. “No— I mean— Fuck. I don’t think so.” Jesus. He sounded like a sputtering fool.

“Good,” Kai rumbled softly. His playing resumed. Rolling and tugging. With what felt like his thumbs and middle fingers this time. Breck’s lashes fluttered, his reeling frame back to blissing. But then Kai switched to rubbing the tops of his sensitive peaks. Back and forth with the pad of his index finger. Nerve endings ignited with blinding force, lancing into his groin.

He arched. Another moan escaping. The loudest yet. All strained and urgent and rough.

Kai kept on going. The pleasure strengthened. Expanding. Making his toes and fingers curl. Every muscle clench.

“Shit—” he gasped. His dick was getting ready. He could feel his nut sac balling, beginning its climb up the root of his shaft. His abs danced. His hips gave a kick. He couldn’t have stopped them if his life had depended on it. They were on auto pilot now, with a mind of their own. Submitting to that animalistic need to thrust. Which, in response, set off those happy knots. His taint went wild, his backdoor urgently squeezing. All clamping around what felt like Kai’s thumb trying to breach his hole. A sentiment that seriously exasperated his problem.

Breck writhed in his binds, his breaths coming faster. His head shifting restlessly atop Kai’s shoulder, his bound knees twitching against Kai’s heels.

He couldn’t believe this. This predicament he was in. This feverish conflict between his body and soul. One wanting desperately to finally detonate, the other fiercely grappling not to blow. What was wrong with him? He’d never fought not to come. What kind of head fuck had Kai inflicted on him now?

Not that it mattered. His body was winning the battle.

He started to shake. His eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, fuck—” His hips thrust faster. Couldn’t help it. And Jesus, the friction of those knots against his crown. His boner howled as precum seeped down his cock.

So fucking close. Ensnared in a full-body writhe.

And still those terrible, amazing fingers kept on doing their thing.

How could such tiny little bundles of nerves wield such powerful strength?

Rapture mushroomed in his crotch.

“Oh, shit—” he gasped.

“Tell me,” Kai growled. “My handsome warrior.”

“I’m gonna— Ugh!— Oh, God, I’m so fucking close!”

Kai rumbled, his fingers strumming Breck into insanity. “You’re so beautiful like this, jeja… So out of your mind...”

Was that a compliment? Breck couldn’t tell. Shit was too chaotic, his every nerve ending in a full-blown frenzy. Pleasure spiked. Then pressure surged. Deep in his crotch. He sucked in sharply.

Goddamn it! He didn’t want to come like this!

Kai’s next stroke rifled him over the edge.

“UGH!” His hips thrust forward, his body bowing. Cum punched up his shaft, pelting his collarbone, his throat, his pecs. His prostate pulsed. His asshole clenched. Air heaved from his lungs. Every cell in his body shattering inside the cage of Kai’s arms.

Gasping, he craned his head to the side, his lips pressed once more against Kai’s stubbly cheek. He started to float as his orgasm ebbed. Languidly dissipating into ethereal bliss. Even as a part of him stayed back to savor Kai’s closeness. The warmth of his chest.

Long moments later, he swallowed and opened his eyes—not that he could see anything—and focused on catching his breath. Fuck, that was amazing. His brain rebooted, bringing him back into the present. What a release. He’d never climaxed so hard. Which was saying a lot, since Kai hadn’t even been touching his dick.