5. Ariel - Pottery 1

Khai’s room is so warm and cozy. It’s the closest one to the kitchen, which is convenient if I want a midnight snack.

In the middle of the floor covered by a Persian rug, is a king-size bed half covered in pillows—he really must like them because the number of pillows is insane.

Next to the bed is a small reading spot with a recliner and several shelves filled with fantasy and sci-fi books. Across from the bed is a fireplace. There’s one book on top of it—The Time Traveler’s Wife—along with a couple of letters in envelopes that match his eye color—golden.

A walk-in closet is next to the bathroom.

I sit on the bed while Khai locks the door.

“Oh, wow! This mattress feels amazing,” I say as I let myself fall on my back.

“I prefer the left side,” Khai says as he disappears inside the bathroom.

Then the right side is for me, I think, as I throw part of the pillows on the floor and make myself comfortable.

Seconds later, I hear the water running.

Khai is in the shower, naked, running his hands full of soap all over his body.

Is he touching himself while thinking of what he did to me in the kitchen? He knew how close I was to finishing and left me all needy on purpose, using the excuse that he needed to let out his friends, or else they would break down the door.

I am so wet, my dress is soaked.

I can still feel his mouth on me, and my clit throbs with the need for release.

One orgasm. I need only one orgasm to stop being so damn horny.

I bite my bottom lip while I remember all the things he did to me with his tongue, just minutes before. My right hand slips under my dress, and my fingers start to tease the same spots Khai kissed earlier. I grab my right tit with my free hand and press my thumb to my nipple. I think of Khai while I try to make myself come. But no matter how much I try, I can’t reach that high peak of pleasure. But I don’t give up.

When the shower turns off, I don’t stop touching myself.

I push two fingers inside me while I softly moan Khai’s name.

Several seconds later, the door to the bathroom opens, and steam comes out, clouding the air. Khai steps out, and once the steam settles, my gaze travels along his happy trail until it reaches the towel hung low around his waist. Water glistens on his sun-kissed skin, tracing the contour of his muscular body.

God! He’s gorgeous.

“Ariel, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

My back arches as my middle finger circles my clit.

“Do you need help with that, Muffin?” he rasps.

I nod before I whimper, “Please.”

“You don’t ever have to beg, Muffin. Only say what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” he promises as he walks to me and drops to his knees before me, the rug absorbing most of the impact.

“Where do you need me, Ariel?” he groans as his eyes take in how my fingers circle my clit or how I tug on my right nipple. The hunger in his eyes almost sends me over the edge.

“Right here,” I whimper. “Please, Khai.”

He pulls my hands away. “Didn’t I tell you that you don’t need to beg?” he sneers before he buries his face between my legs and licks my swollen clit.

The moment his tongue touches me, I come hard while I scream his name. He keeps licking me while my body shakes with the intensity of my orgasm.

When I come down from the haze, Khai is kissing the inside of my right thigh.

My gaze meets his, and there’s something behind his golden eyes, something akin to…fondness.

Khai likes me. How this happened is beyond me. I don’t dislike him either. In fact, I find him very charming. How would it be to go out with someone like Khai and be envied by everyone?

The idea pleases me and also terrifies me because I want Khai to parade me in front of everyone like I’m his greatest conquest. I can’t explain why I’m so insanely attracted to Khai when I barely know him.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks before giving my clit one last kiss before lying on the bed next to me.

“I don’t know, am I?” I ask because the idea that he, too, finds me attractive has my heart racing.

Khai cups my cheek. “You are the most beautiful woman to walk upon this Earth,” he says as his thumb strokes my skin.

I give his shoulder a gentle push. “You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”

His arm snakes around my waist, and he pulls me closer to him. He hovers over me and says, “My eyes only see you.”

I mentally roll my eyes.

“Can I hold you while I sleep?” he asks.

“Sure, but first—do you have something I can wear for the night?”

“Pick something from the closet.”

I try to get up, but Khai’s arm is still wrapped around my waist. “You need to let go of me.”

Khai groans. “You are asking me the impossible,” he mutters, but his arm releases me, and I go to the closet. His clothes are arranged by color and season, which makes me giggle softly because he’s so neat and tidy.

I pick a white shirt, put it on, and return to the room. Khai has already moved the extra pillows from the bed onto the recliner and is waiting for me under the covers.

His gaze travels along my body, his eyes turning darker and darker with each passing moment. He looks like he wants to devour me.

“You look so good in my clothes.”

I smile. “You think so?”

His throat bobs. “You enjoy teasing me even when you know how hard I get each time I think of you.”

I frown. These words make no sense. “We just met,” I remind him. “So, how can I enjoy teasing you?”

Something flickers in his gaze. “I meant the party. The moment I saw you, I knew that I wanted to get to know you.” He removes the cover, revealing his naked body and hard cock. And holy fuck, his cock is big! Did I mention hard? Because it’s definitely hard and ready to show me a good time. “See what you are doing to me, Muffin?” I nod, my eyes fixed on the tip of his dick. I want to taste him. “Do you want to help me feel good?”

I swallow hard. “I don’t think that will fit inside me,” I squeak.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “You will take every inch of my cock, because you are my sweet girl and you want to please me.”

My clit throbs again.

Khai inhales deeply. “Fuck, Muffin. You’re wet again.”

I yank my gaze away from his dick and force myself to look into his eyes. “I’m not!” I quickly deny it.

A light chuckle leaves him. “Lie all you want, Ariel, but by the way your hard nipples are poking that shirt, I’m certain that your pussy wants a good pounding.”

This time, I can’t help but roll my eyes at him. “I might be horny, but I’m not that desperate to sleep with a stranger.”

“Only minutes ago, I had my tongue inside your pussy. I think we are past being strangers.”

After I put my glasses on the nightstand, I get in bed, as far away as possible from Khai, not wanting him to get the idea that we will take things further, but he doesn’t care that I want to keep some distance while I try to convince my body to stop being so damn horny, because Khai grabs my waist and pulls me to him, and his touch isn’t helping. I tense for a moment, but as soon as my body is next to his, I relax, and I swear I’m seconds away from purring like a cat.

“Just because I let you lick me, doesn’t mean I’ll let you fuck me,” I huff while my brain is trying to convince me that letting Khai pound my pussy is actually a good idea.

Khai buries his nose in my hair. “I want to love you, and you want to see me suffer. How is that fair?” he pouts.