Page 30 of Bittersweet Redemption

The room is dark, so I can’t see Kai’s face. But damn, I wish I could. I want to know what he’s thinking, how he’s feeling. Did he enjoy touching me? Did he like making me come? Or did he do it so he could use it against me later?

Instead of talking about what just happened, he stands from the bed and walks out of the room without a word, like he didn’t just give me the best orgasm of my life.

How could he just leave like that?

I sit there in silence, attempting to process this, when a sudden wave of anger hits me. He doesn’t get to just waltz in here, make me come, and then leave like it’s no big deal. I use my anger to fuel my determination and get out of bed to stomp down the hall to his bedroom.

I don’t bother knocking as I open the door. He turns around quickly but doesn’t look surprised to see me standing in his doorway. His light is on, and he’s taken off his shirt, exposing his tattoos. I want to touch them. I want to study them. I want to kiss every single one.

But not tonight.

My eyes slide from his arm to his tented tuxedo pants, where his erection is trying to break free. A sense of pride fills me knowing that I caused this. He’s hard because of me. It seems only fair that I should get to relieve him.

“What are you doing, Willa?” His voice is husky, like it physically pains him to say my name. I love hearing my name on his lips.

My eyes flick down to his hardness again. “I. . . I want to return the favor.”

His eyes widen for a second before his expression returns to indifference. “Go back to bed.”

He starts to turn away from me. Old Willa would have immediately turned away at the dismissal. But in my post-orgasm high, I stand my ground. “I’m not leaving.”

His honey-brown eyes turn to look at me, the fire in them clear. He takes a step toward me. “What?”

I stand taller, very aware that I’m standing in his room in a T-shirt, no underwear, and stickiness between my thighs. I shouldn’t feel as exposed as I do since his fingers were just inside me, but I do.

I swallow and hope it doesn’t give away how nervous I am. “I’m not leaving. You helped me out. It’s only fair I do the same.” I nod to his erection.

“I didn’t do that so that you’d get me off,” he tells me, his voice laced with annoyance.

“Why did you do it, then?” I question.

He answers with a glare, and I know I’m not going to get an answer from him. So, I take a step closer. “I want to do this, Kai. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

He seems to contemplate my words. His fists clench and unclench at his sides, making his muscular forearms flex.

He reaches out and takes my chin between his fingers so he can keep my eyes on him. He studies me and must find whatever he’s looking for because he says, “On your knees, then.”

My breath hitches with excitement. He’s going to let me do it. I kneel right where I’m standing, settling in.

He takes a few steps closer so I’m at eye level with his crotch. My teeth tug at my bottom lip to keep me from moaning at the sight of it.

“Undo my pants,” he commands, and I reach up to do what I’m told. I hope he can’t see the shake of my hands. I’m nervous because I’ve only done this with one other person, and I don’t know if I’m good at it. I don’t know if I’m going to do it the way Kai likes it. But I’m also excited. I want to please him. I want him to use my mouth the way he wants to.

I slide his pants and underwear down over his hips, and his erection springs free. It’s beautiful as far as dicks go, long and thick with a slight curve. But it looks angry right now, like he needs to be relieved.

When his pants are to his ankles, I look up at him. His eyes are hooded as he looks at me. He’s unsure if he should do this, which makes me feel powerful. I’m in control here. I know I could easily stand up and walk away, and he wouldn’t say a damn thing about it, but I don’t want to do that. I wrap my fist around his shaft and pump a few times until a bead of pre-cum pools at the tip of the head.

Without thinking, I lean in and swirl my tongue around it, lapping it up. I couldn’t stop myself from doing it. My body wanted it, so I went for it. Based on the moan from Kai’s mouth, he doesn’t mind.

I slowly lick down the sides of his cock, getting him nice and wet. When I’m ready, I open my mouth and slide him in, keeping one hand at the root so I can pump simultaneously.

“Fuck,” he whispers as I pick up my pace, working him as best as I can. The little sounds he’s making encourage me to keep going. Maybe I’m not as bad at this as I thought.

I hollow my cheeks as I suck him hard, taking him as far back as I can without gagging.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he calls out. His hands move to the sides of my face to hold me still. “I’m going to fuck your face. If it’s too much, just tap my thigh.”

I nod with his cock still in my mouth. I drop my hands and rest them on my thighs as I settle in for what he’s about to do. I can’t imagine it will be gentle based on the look in his eyes and the pulse of his cock in my mouth.