Chapter 8: Interrupted Desires
Gray morning light filtered through Kai’s blinds, striping the rumpled duvet and the landscape of their tangled bodies. Ella woke by degrees, first to the solid warmth at her back, then to the weight of an arm draped possessively over her waist. She was still wearing only the black thigh-highs, the delicate lace tops pressing into her skin. Kai was naked, his bare chest rising and falling in a slow, sleep-heavy rhythm against her spine.
She shifted minutely, turning her head to look at him. In the soft gloom, he looked younger, the usual focused intensity of his features smoothed away. Her heart did a slow, full beat in her chest. I just woke up in bed with a naked guy. The thought was absurd, giddy. And not just any guy. Kai.
Her gaze travelled down, over the plains of his chest, the dip of his navel, and lower. There, nestled in the dark thatch of hair, his cock lay half-hard against his thigh, already thickening with the pulse of sleep. Morning wood. A flush of heat, primal and curious, washed through her. It looked different in this light, larger somehow, a piece of him utterly vulnerable and yet powerfully, undeniably male. She couldn’t look away.
Hesitantly, she traced a single finger along the length of him, from base to tip, feeling the velvety skin shift over the rigid core. He stirred with a deep, rumbling sound in his chest, his hips giving a tiny, unconscious thrust into her touch.
“Mmm,” he muttered, his voice gravelly with sleep. His eyes slid open, dark and unfocused, finding hers. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face. “That’s a hell of an alarm clock.” He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that tasted of sleep and shared breath. His hand slid from her waist to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. “Woke up with this giant fucking hard-on for you. Been dreaming about your mouth.”
Ella’s breath hitched. The blunt, sleepy dirtiness of his words went straight to her core, a liquid pull of arousal. “Yeah?” she whispered, shifting down the bed. “Maybe you should stop dreaming.”
She kissed her way down his stomach, her tongue dipping into the hollow of his navel, until she was level with his hips. His cock was fully erect now, jutting proudly from his body, the head flushed and beading with a drop of clear fluid. She leaned in, breathing him in—that clean, musky, essentially Kai scent—and then, without further ceremony, took him into her mouth.
He hissed, a sharp intake of air. “Fuck, Ella.”
She started slow, exploring the shape and weight of him with her tongue, swirling around the broad head, licking the salty pre-cum from the slit. Then she sank down, taking more of him, relaxing her throat as she’d learned. One of her thigh-high clad legs curled up behind her, her toes pressing into the mattress as pleasure built within her own body. Her other hand drifted between her own legs, finding her clit already swollen and wet. She circled it with two fingers, moaning around his cock, the vibration drawing a ragged groan from him.
Kai propped himself up on his elbows, watching her. His gaze was burning, intense, locked on the sight of her lips stretched around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deeper. “Look at you,” he breathed, his voice rough. “Just look at you. Sucking my dick like a goddamn natural. Those fucking stockings… Christ.”
She increased her pace, bobbing her head steadily, her hand working the base in a tight, twisting motion. The wet, filthy sounds were obscenely loud in the quiet room. Her own fingers moved faster, matching the rhythm of her mouth, the dual sensations pushing her higher. She was close, teetering on the edge just from this, from the taste of him and the sheer taboo joy of what she was doing.
“Gonna come,” Kai warned, his abs tightening. “Ella, I’m—”
She pulled off, stroking him firmly until with a choked shout, he climaxed. Hot stripes of cum painted his stomach and her fingers. She watched, panting, her own need a sharp, screaming point between her legs.
Before she could move, Kai was in motion. He rolled, pinning her beneath him, his mouth crashing down on hers. He tasted like sex and sleep and himself. One of his hands, still slick from her own touch, slid between her legs. Two fingers plunged into her without preamble, curling upwards, finding that exquisite spot immediately.
“Kai!” she cried out, her back arching off the bed. She was so tight, so ready, his fingers stretching her deliciously.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled against her neck, his lips and teeth trailing down her throat. “All from sucking me off. That’s so hot.” He devoured her mouth again, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his fingers. He shifted his attention to her breasts, taking a nipple deep into the wet heat of his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers worked her steadily, relentlessly.
Ella was loud. She couldn’t help it. Gasps, moans, broken pleas fell from her lips as he drove her higher. Her heels dug into the backs of his thighs, her body bowing towards his touch. The world had narrowed to this bed, to his skilled hands and hungry mouth, to the coil of pleasure winding impossibly tight in her gut. They were lost in it, in each other, the reality of the house, the people downstairs, forgotten.
The door swung open with no warning.
“Yo, Kai, you left your phone in the kitchen and it’s been buzzing like a—“
Liam’s voice cut through the room, then cut off abruptly.
Ella’s eyes flew open. Kai froze, his mouth on her breast, his fingers buried inside her. Time stopped.
His older brother stood in the doorway, a smartphone in his hand, his expression cycling from casual annoyance to stunned disbelief to a slow, dawning smirk. His eyes took in the scene: Ella’s splayed, stocking-clad legs, Kai’s bare back, the tangle of sheets around their waists.
“Oh,” Liam said, the single syllable loaded with implication.
A strangled sound escaped Ella. Kai moved like lightning, yanking the duvet up to their chins, covering them both in a frantic scramble. The sudden barrier of cotton felt pathetic, absurd.
“Get out!” Kai snarled, his face flushed with a mixture of rage and utter humiliation.
Liam held up his free hand, the smirk refusing to die. “Hey, no judgment. Just… maybe lock the door next time? Mom’s making pancakes.” He tossed the phone onto the desk. It skidded and clattered. “Enjoy your… workout.”
He pulled the door closed, but not before Ella heard his low chuckle in the hallway.
Silence descended, thick and suffocating. The passionate heat of moments ago had evaporated, replaced by a cold, prickling dread. Ella stared at the ceiling, her body still thrumming with unmet need, her mind screaming. Kai was rigid beside her, his breath coming in short bursts.
Then, from the hallway, muffled but unmistakably Liam’s voice, came a final jab: “Use protection!”
A hysterical, helpless giggle bubbled up in Ella’s throat. It escaped as a choked sob. Kai turned his head, his eyes wide with apology and shared horror. And then he laughed too, a short, sharp, pained sound. They lay there, trapped under the sheets, listening to the distant sounds of a normal Saturday morning in the Cole household, the world outside their ruined cocoon moving on without a clue.