Page 80 of Lucky 14

“Keep shaking like that, little mousey.” Kyan’s voice has gotten tight, and his hand has picked up speed. His breath is coming in soft pants, and he’s impossibly hard, soft skin pressing against mine, hot with the contact. Every pull of his hand squeezes more and more out of me, and I watch as I douse his thumb and index finger in precum.

The world narrows down to just Kyan and me and the magic he’s working with his hand and voice. The telltale tightening of my balls warns me that I won’t last much longer, which shoots a bit of panic into my veins. If I come too soon, will Kyan be disappointed?

I shift to relieve some of the pressure, but Kyan doesn’t let me run. He just follows after me, thrusting against his hand and me. The added movement makes me groan, balls getting tight.

Kyan just groans into my ear, his free hand coming around to cup me behind my neck in a possessive hold.

“Ky, I’m getting…”

“You gonna come, mousey?” There’s a tiny chuckle in his voice, and my face gets hot. I shift away the smallest bit, but that just pulls on my dick more. Kyan’s voice lowers. “Come for me, Oakley. Don’t rob me of what I’m owed.” Then his hand is going faster, curling over my tip, and the overwhelming rush of an orgasm sneaks up behind me. I stiffen, balls locking up and dick swelling against his. Kyan keeps up the tempo, his own dick jerking.

For a brief second, I worry about other people catching us, but then that thought is taken away by the overwhelming pleasure. And then I’m exploding, orgasm ripping through me, locking my body up in sensation, washing over me in waves. Cum shoots out of me, coating Kyan, each pulse filling me with euphoria.

Vaguely, I notice Kyan grunting, and then he’s impossibly stiff against me. Then hot ropes of cum land on my dick, also shooting up and landing on my clothes. My gaze locks on it. Kyan came. With me. Against me. Touching me.

Facing me.

“Fuck, pretty boy.” Kyan’s hand slows, and there’s a slight tremble in it.

Still, I stare. Kyan is hot. Like, so hot. Out of my league, hot. And he’s messing with me?

Kyan lets go of our dicks, and I feel that loss like I’ve walked away from the heat of a fire. He tucks himself back in his cum-covered pants, straightening, looking like we didn’t just do the hottest thing in the middle of this room.

And as he steps away, any warmth I felt goes with it.

He’s walking away.

That same coldness when people realize I’m too much wraps around my fingers, sending a chill up my arms. For a second, I’m rocked by the grief of it, feeling like I’m once again a kid watching my mom light up a cigarette as she leaves.

Wrestling the tightness in my throat down, I clear my throat. This wasn’t about intimacy for Kyan. This was about manipulation.

Turning toward the door, I hide my face before he can see the pain on it. I notice every burst of energy in my muscles. My legs want me to chase Kyan. I want to grab onto him and never let him go. Show him that he’s making a mistake and that I can be good enough.

Then, I remember the reason I can’t be good enough.

Holli.

Cold fear quickly replaces the abandonment pulsing through me.

I did what Kyan wanted. Now he needs to help me find Holli. But that involves facing him when he’s already leaving me. Just like everyone does.

It takes monumental effort to turn back around. I expect Kyan to be ignoring me, but my heart races when I see him staring at me, dark gaze locked.

“Well?” I clear my throat and force my eyebrow to raise.

“Well?” Kyan’s face falls into something relaxed.

“About Holli.”

There’s a beat, and then his expression shutters over. I see the rejection as it’s happening in real time. But it’s not only rejection of me. It’s her. And that makes my blood boil. Suddenly, I’m not cold anymore, I’m burning up. This isn’t fair. He doesn’t get to be an asshole to her.

“You’re a fucking dick.” I snap my hands out and shove Kyan back. Hard.

He doesn’t react. Not even a little bit. Which just makes me angrier. I put my finger in his face, hating that I have to look up a little. “You know, you’re not any different than anyone here.”

Kyan’s gaze darkens.

“Selfish, criminal—” I sputter. “Dead-hearted motherfucker.”