Page 63 of Spotlight Hearts

“Let them take pictures,” he says, voice low and rough. “Let them see.”

Then he kisses me again—deeper, more possessive—his hand slipping inside my shorts to wrap around my cock.

He strokes me once, twice, firm and sure, then breaks the kiss and drops to his knees right there in front of the glass wall.

My breath catches.

The towel around his hips slips off completely as he kneels, but he doesn’t care. His eyes are dark, focused only on me. No hesitation. No glance toward the windows where the paps are almost certainly still lurking.

He tugs my shorts down just enough to free me. My cock springs out, hard and leaking, and Kai doesn’t waste time. He leans in and drags his tongue slowly from the base all the way to the tip, flat and wet, savoring every inch.

“Fuck, Kai⁠—”

He hums in response, then takes me into his mouth—deep, warm, perfect. His lips stretch around me as he sinks down, hollowing his cheeks and sucking. I groan, one hand flying to his damp hair, the other bracing against the glass behind me.

He doesn’t go easy.

He works me with purpose—bobbing his head, tongue swirling on every upstroke, taking me deeper each time until I’m nudging the back of his throat. The wet, filthy sounds fill the quiet villa, mixing with my ragged breathing.

But he doesn’t stop there.

His hand slides between my legs, cupping my balls, rolling them gently as he sucks me. His fingers are slick from spit that’s dripping down my shaft. He tugs lightly, massages, then moves lower—two fingers pressing firmly against my taint, rubbing circles over the sensitive skin.

My hips jerk. A broken moan escapes me.

“Shit—yes⁠—”

Kai pulls off my cock with a wet pop, lips shiny, eyes locked on mine as he presses harder against my taint. Then he leans in again—this time his tongue follows his fingers, licking a stripe over my balls, then lower, circling my entrance.

I nearly lose my mind.

He licks me there—open-mouthed, filthy, no shame, urging my legs wider—tongue pressing and teasing, while his hand strokes my cock in steady pulls. The dual sensation is overwhelming. My legs shake. I grip his hair tighter, trying to stay upright.

“Kai—fuck—you don’t have to⁠—”

He looks up at me, eyes dark and hungry, lips glistening.

“I want to,” he says, voice hoarse. “Let me.”

Then he dives back in.

His mouth is everywhere—sucking my balls, licking my taint, tongue pressing insistently against my hole, while his hand works my cock faster. He’s completely lost in it, not caring about the glass wall behind me or the cameras outside. He’s focused only on me—on making me feel good, on claiming every inch of me.

I’m shaking. Moaning his name louder than I’ve ever moaned for anyone else.

He slides one slick finger inside me—just the tip at first, then deeper—curling it perfectly, while his tongue keeps working over my taint and his hand strokes me relentlessly. I don’t have time to even think about the fact that it’s the first time anyone has put their finger inside of me.

The pressure builds fast—too fast.

“Kai—I’m gonna⁠—”

He doesn’t pull away.

He takes me deep into his throat again, swallowing around me as his finger presses against that spot inside.

I come with a choked groan, hips stuttering, spilling down his throat in hot pulses. He swallows every drop, milking me through it until I’m whimpering, oversensitive, tugging weakly at his hair.

Only then does he pull off, licking me clean with soft, gentle strokes of his tongue.