CHAPTER 9
(KAGE)
The next morning, Jamie was cuddled up in my bed, all naked and vulnerable. It really should have been a crime to look that sweet. I reached over and ran a finger through his sparse chest hair, teasing his nipple to a point while trying not to wake him. I wanted to look at him like that for a while, with his face relaxed, his dark lashes fanned out on his cheek. His soft lips were parted, and a faint snore sounded every now and then. He was unburdened in sleep, much like the old Jamie— the one I brought to Vegas and set about trying to ruin.
When I moved to the other nipple, tickling over the surface until it tightened up, he closed his mouth and stirred. I watched him, adoring him, wishing things were different.
For God’s sake, I’d made him prove his loyalty by letting me bind him and fuck him on a balcony. I’d known it was safe, because I knew the safety specs of the building. I never would have actually risked his life, but it had to have be scary as hell for him anyway.
I wanted to take him back to before he met me, like Superman in the eighties movie, when he took Lois Lane’s lifeless body in his arms and flew backwards around the Earth to turn back time. He knew that he’d lose her love, which was more precious to him than anything, but it was the only way to give her life back.
It was a dramatic analogy, but it was exactly how I felt. I knew Jamie was better off without me. The more I’d thought about it in camp, the more I’d been convinced of it. The problem was that I was selfish. I’d wanted him. Hell, even that was sugar-coating it in my favor. I’d wanted to take his innocence, and fuck him, and hold his face down in the pillow, and take every ounce of pride he had. I wanted him to worship me. I wanted to use his body until I’d had my fill, only now I wasn’t sure if that point of satisfaction would ever come. I’d underestimated my own capacity for feelings, and in doing that I’d altered his life forever.
There was no way we could keep going on the course I’d set us on. The bar fiasco had been proof of that. Before Jamie met me, he never would have ended up in a private room in the back of a bar with two burly guys trying to take advantage of him. Jesus, it was comical to even imagine it happening to the old Jamie in his old life. But the post-Kage version of Jamie? That guy would self-destruct if I glanced away from him for even a heartbeat. He was like a stray dog I’d taken in and was now my responsibility. Because in my colossal arrogance, I had made him need me.
But I was going to fix it. I wasn’t sure how, but I had to do something. Jamie needed to get back to his old life, and I sure as hell didn’t need to have him tagging along on my way to the top of the UFC ladder. He was my Achilles heel. I’d figured that out after my meltdown in Georgia. My episodes were few and far between now, and I’d already had two since I’d met him. I couldn’t afford that. Didn’t want it, either.
But I did want to play with his body. A lot.
“Stop it.” He swatted my hand away and turned onto his stomach, but that only fueled my desire for him. I tickled the tip of my finger down the crack of his bare ass, teased down into the space between his legs, stimulating his taint with a hint of pressure over and over.
He gave a gallant effort at hanging onto sleep, but eventually the stimulation won out. He brought one knee up to give me better access and started to move with me. I watched with delight as the muscles in his ass cheeks clenched and released in time to my touch. I didn’t have to see it to know that his dick was skimming along the sheet to get friction. A little muffled groan escaped where he had his face mashed into the pillow.
Just when I guessed from his actions that he was fully awake and fully hard, I pinched up the little bit of fuzz I found on his most sensitive place and yanked.
“Owww!” he cried out, giving me a dirty look over his shoulder. “What was that for?”
“Get up. You’re eating breakfast before I go back to camp. And after I leave, I’ve already called and arranged for your meals to be sent up like before.” I watched him pick up his clothes from the previous night, hating that he had to cover the body I craved, wishing he had anything to put on that wouldn’t remind me of the club. “Don’t put those on. I’ll give you my credit card so you can buy yourself some new clothes.”
“Why?” he asked, looking alarmed.
“Because I don’t want to see that outfit again, that’s why. Throw it in the trash.”
“I have other clothes in my room, you know. You don’t have to buy me things.” He wouldn’t make eye contact with me, so I could tell something was wrong.
“Why don’t you want me buying you things, Jamie? It’s my uncle’s money. God knows it ought to go to some good use. I could throw handfuls of it off the roof of the building and not feel guilty.”
“It’s just… I don’t know how to feel about it.” He stood up and paced to the window. “My dad said you were buying me. That you had bought me.”
I ground my teeth together to keep from losing my temper and went over to stand behind him at the window. My body stirred against my will at memories from the night before, of Jamie leaned out over that railing, screaming my name.
“Does your dad buy things for your mom?” I snaked my hands around his waist and pulled him close, feeling his muscles relax against me.
“Of course,” he said.
“And does she have sex with him?”
“Jesus, Kage. Yeah, I’m sure she does, but—”
“We all pay for what we want in one way or another. You give me what I want, I do things for you in return. It’s the way the world works, you know?”
He seemed to ponder that for a moment, looking uncomfortable. “So I’m your whore?”
“If that’s how you want to think of it. I prefer to think of you as my hot intern who can’t get enough of my cock.” I ran my hand reverently over the cheeks of his ass, then parted them and pushed my middle finger up into him. He squirmed on it, and I could see in the reflection in the window that his lips parted on a moan and his eyes rolled back in his head. I moved my finger in and out, eased by the traces of lube from hours before. “Isn’t that right, Jamie? You can’t get enough of my cock?”
He nodded, pressed his hands against the glass, and bore down on me as I slowly finger-fucked him. “Are you gonna give it to me?” he gasped. “Don’t tease me.”
I removed my finger and walked over to the bed, kicking off my slides and dropping my pants to the floor. Then I sat down on the bed and took my shirt off. He stared at me, and I could see the worship in his eyes they roved over my body. It made me feel so high when he looked at me that way— like he’d sell his soul for one touch.
“Go get the lube,” I told him, lounging back on my hands. He walked around to the bedside table, his erection leading the way. “Come on, hurry up,” I urged. When he was standing in front of me with the bottle in his hand, I said, “Now slick yourself up. Get that hot little hole ready for me.”
He poured a puddle of the stuff into his hand, then eagerly reached around and started working it up into himself. While he did it, he surprised me by boldly leaning over me, using his free hand to support himself, and started kissing me. My dick jumped hard, because damn it was sexy watching him fuck himself with his lubed fingers while he explored my mouth with his tongue. I could tell I wasn’t going to last long.
“Now turn around and sit on my lap,” I said, my voice husky with arousal. I grasped my dick and supported it upright, getting it ready.
“Yes, sir,” he said, playing along. He turned around, put his knees together, and wiggled his ass down onto my erection. “Oh, God, so big,” he groaned as he impaled himself on it.
I watched, licking my lips and holding my breath as his ass slid slowly down my length. “That’s it,” I coaxed. “All the way down. All the way down. Right there.” When he was fully seated on my lap, I bent him forward and squeezed his ass cheeks hard, pulled them apart, admired the way his hole stretched around the thickness of my cock. “Oh, yeah, that’s so fucking hot. Do you like me inside of you, Jamie? Is this where you want me?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Bounce on me, baby. Make me come.”
He started bouncing up and down on me, leg muscles straining, ass clenching and stroking me from base to tip. His hands grasped my thighs for support, and up and down he went, his muscles squeezing my cock, his breathing getting harsh and labored as he worked me like he knew what the hell he was doing.
I reached down and worked my finger into his hole on the underside of my cock. He gasped and shuddered when I worked up in there and rubbed over his gland. I bit my lip and smiled at his reaction, running the tip of my finger over and over, massaging with only one goal in mind.
“Last night was amazing,” I said. “You were flying. So scared and turned on at the same time, your ass muscles working me so hard. I don’t think I’ve ever come so much. I want you to milk my cock like that again.”
He nodded, unable to speak. He was so worked up he’d lost a lot of his coordination, his muscles twitchy as he bounced on my lap. I pulled my finger out of his ass but left my cock inside, and I stood us up and bent him over the bed. His muscles shuddered in relief.
“Are you my whore, Jamie?” He hesitated, and I angled in just right and nudged the head of my dick against his prostate very deliberately. “Tell me. Are you my whore?”
He hid his face in the covers. “Yes,” he said, and he started grinding down on me, milking my cock with his ass just like I’d requested.
“That’s what I thought.” I pounded into him like he wanted, angling so that I continued working his gland. He was mewling like an animal, scrambling desperately, slipping down further off the bed so he could get at his own cock with his hand. “Come with me, Jamie. I want to feel you shooting while I unload in your ass. Come on.”
And that’s all it took. A little dirty talking and pegging of his gland, and he was spewing all down the side of the comforter. The feel of his spasms set me off, and I cried out and came so hard my vision went black.
When I caught my breath, I bent down and pulled my shorts back on and slipped my feet back into my sandals. I looked at my phone to check the time. “See, we don’t need any of that boyfriend business,” I told him. “We’ll just fuck, right? I give you what you need, you give me what I need.”
I was being an asshole. I knew it. Because no matter how much I tried to pretend I wasn’t, I was still pissed about what happened in Georgia. Now it seemed like the more vulnerable he made me feel, the more I needed to put him in his place.
Jamie nodded and whimpered something that might have been a yes, still face down and boneless on the bed, his knees nearly dragging the floor.
I opened the door to the bedroom, and Steve and Jason scattered like roaches. When they each reached opposite sides of the living room, they broke into peals of laughter.
“What the hell?” I said. “Were you listening?”
They both shook their heads, eyes stretched wide, looking guilty as hell. Then they broke down laughing again, and I glared at them.
“Shit, brother,” Jason said. “I gotta admit, you are the fucking man. I thought we were wild at camp, but your apartment puts that to shame.”
“So glad I could entertain you,” I said sarcastically.
“Hello, Jamie,” Steve said, looking toward the bedroom door, his eyebrows raised. “You’re looking mighty fine this morning.”
I turned around just in time to see Jamie padding across the floor barefoot and completely naked. My heart skipped a beat. I glanced back at Steve and Jason, wishing I could make them unsee what they were both staring so raptly at.
I wasn’t concerned about Steve, because he wasn’t Jamie’s type. Jason worried me a little bit, though. I don’t care if he’d seen a thousand guys in the gym locker room, the sight of Jamie just-fucked, with his dark hair messy and his eyes half-lidded, was something completely different, and he was not even pretending not to stare.
“Get some goddamn clothes on,” I heard myself saying.
Jamie just smiled at me. “You said you didn’t want to see those clothes on me again. Make up your mind.”
Steve laughed, and I shot him a withering glare. “You knew what I meant, Jamie. Wear something of mine. You coming out here like that is fifty kinds of fucked up, and you know it. You’re just trying to piss me off.”
“Looks like it’s working, too,” Steve said.
“Shut up, Steve. Jamie…”
“Jeez, Kage. Get all worked up about nothing one time. It’s not like I’m your boyfriend, remember?” Jamie huffed and crossed his arms, and somehow the pose called attention to his dick, just spent and nestling there in its bed of dark hair, and I just wanted to break something.
“No, you’re not my boyfriend,” I said. “But I think we just established that I pay for that ass, so get in there and cover it up.” I didn’t really mean it, and he didn’t like it, but I’d said it and I wasn’t taking it back. Fuck him for trying to yank my chain. I could play that game just as hard as he could.
His mouth stretched into a grim line, but that was the only thing that gave away how he really felt about my comment. He just shrugged and went into the bedroom, and I heard him rummaging through my drawers. Probably messing everything up in them just to spite me.
There was a knock at the door. Room service with the cheeky bastard’s food.
I went to the door and let the guy wheel in a cart full of breakfast food. High calorie, high carb shit that I wasn’t allowed to touch with a ten-foot pole. When the scents hit me, bacon and orange and sausage and pastries, my stomach groaned loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear.
“Sounds like I got this up to you just in time, Mr. Santori,” the waiter said.
“Yep,” I agreed, not bothering to explain to the guy that I wouldn’t be eating much until after my weigh-in, when I’d load back up for the fight.
Jamie came back out dressed in a pair of my gym shorts and a t-shirt, both of which hung off of his frame even worse than they had before.
“Alright, you two get busy eating,” I said to Jamie and Steve. “Jason and I need to hit the road. They’ll be sending out a search party for us if we don’t get back to camp soon.”
“Yeah, back for more torture,” Jason said. “I’m sure the guys won’t mind not getting beat up by you for a few hours.”
“How about you?” I asked him, picking up the box of condoms from the end table and heading toward the door.
“Hey, I’m in it to win it,” Jason said. “We’re buds. I’ll grit my teeth and take it, because I know you’ll do the same for me when the time comes.”
I laughed. “That’s what you think.”
I didn’t even look back at Jamie when I pulled the door closed on the sound of him and Steve chatting over breakfast, but I caught Jason peering in over my shoulder and biting his bottom lip.
“Your boy’s a screamer, huh? Jesus, you must have been nailing his ass to the wall.”
I got angry at Jason then. Probably a lot like I had when he was trying to get with my best friend in high school, only this time it was worse. But we were friends, and he was my training partner, so I tried to be as diplomatic as possible in my reaction. I smiled. “I don’t know what your deal is, Jason, but you’d better put your fucking eyes back in your head when it comes to Jamie. Are we clear on that, or do you need a hands-on demonstration.”
He held his hands up and laughed. “Hey, I’m just messing with you. You never could take a joke.” But I could tell I’d made him nervous. Jason wasn’t afraid to talk shit to me, but when it came right down to it, we both knew that in a real fight between him and me, he would lose every time.
I shifted the condom box to pull my keycard out of my pocket to get on the elevator, and that’s when it dawned on me that the box had been removed from the bag it had been in the night before. I looked down at it.
“Um, Jason… why is the seal broken on this box?”
He stepped onto the elevator, then turned around and gave me a little shrug and a smile. “You can’t be all screaming and fucking all over the house and not expect a guy to get horny.”
“But…” I followed him into the elevator and looked back toward my apartment, gesturing wildly with my hand. “Steve? I know he’s a little fem, but you did notice he’s a guy, right?”
Jason shrugged. “A dick and a hole, Kage. That’s all it takes. I’m not that picky.”
I grimaced at him, because damn. I’d known he was a hound dog, but I really had never grasped the level of his promiscuity. He had literally just told me he would fuck anything.
“Here.” I shoved the condom box into Jason’s arms. “Sounds like you’re gonna need these.”
I hit the button for the lobby, suddenly eager to get back to training. Because training was easy, and fighting was simple, and all of this personal drama was making my head hurt.