Akira Tong for Christmas

by Azure Boone

  He came around the bed to help me out, and his hard dick was right there. In my face. I stared at it, disregarding his offered hand. I lifted only my eyes to his. He grinned. “It is a nice position.”

  “Just what I was thinking.”

  “Shower.” His word was croaked with desire.

  Once we were at the washing point, I took the container of soap and poured some in my palm. His fingers slid over my hard nipples, and desire pulsed between my legs. “No touching me,” I said, breathless. “I’ll never make it if your hands are on me.”

  He answered with a low hiss, placing his palms on the glass shower walls.

  What a wonderful power I had. “Good boy.” I smiled at him, but he didn’t return it. His eyes were focused on my mouth. Mmm. I licked my lower lip and stared at my target, so hard and erect and waiting.

  “I’ve never touched one before,” I confessed, wrapping my soapy hands around it.

  His head fell back with a groan.

  “Wow, feels…amazing. Just like the muscles on your stomach. But…harder.” Desire softened my voice.

  Akira only answered with strained groans as I explored his length. “You’re so huge.” I gazed up at him in time to see him swallow, eyes weighted with the pleasure. I circled over the top of it, and his lips tightened. I studied him while doing it again, letting my fingers slide over the tiny slit at the end.

  “Oh shit.” He gasped.

  I fingered the rim next, watching his face. He furrowed his brow like it tormented him. I liked that look. Using both hands, I stroked long and slow up and down his shaft while toying with the head in various places. The slit area and the rim seemed to really turn him on. I’d never been so horny just watching something. I wanted to touch everything. Especially his balls. I knew they were delicate, but did they feel good for him in any way? I slid my hand to the base of his shaft, then continued below, cupping them gently. I could vaguely feel why they were called balls now. I still played with the top of his shaft while exploring, heat building thick and hard between my legs at hearing him gasp and groan. His legs apart, I stroked toward his cute ass, and his hand slammed the shower wall.

  Oh. Mmmm. Another spot. The space between his cute butt and his balls. Note taken.

  “Rinse.” My whisper rasped. “I need to taste you.”

  “I won’t last,” he croaked.

  “I don’t care.” I slid my soapy hands over his abs and then his chest. “I want to suck you. Till you come.” I leaned and licked his nipple.

  He stepped under the spray, and I watched with hunger as the water sluiced over his immaculate form. He shut the water off and turned. “On my bed. You sitting.” His breaths labored.

  We got out of the shower, and I hurried to my position on the bed, waiting for him as if he were Christmas candy. Oh God, he was. He was my Christmas candy. When he stood before me, I gazed up at him. He leaned down and kissed me so tenderly, then straightened. My gaze dropped to his enormous, beautiful…cock. That was what he had. Not a penis, not a dick, or anything else subtle or boyish. This man had a gorgeous cock. And an ass. To think I used to have difficulty saying either of those words was funny now.

  I realized I wanted him comfortable. “You sit.” I tapped the bed.

  He didn’t ask questions. I knelt on the floor between his legs, staring at his muscular thighs while stroking them. I couldn’t resist doing the same to his abs and chest. He planted his hands behind him, giving me full access, making his cock stand up. I leaned forward a little and watched the head pass over my nipple. The air left his body in a rush when I guided the swollen head back and forth over the fat nub.

  His hips pumped, and it filled me with that ache to have him all at once.

  I wrapped his shaft with my fingers and rubbed my closed lips over the tip. Oh. He was wet. Thought only girls got wet. Mmm. I licked, wanting to know what he tasted like. Salty. I put his juice on like lipstick, then got hungry. Taste, feel, smell—that was all I could think as I explored him. And his desperate groans were music to my ears. And clit. He stroked my head so sweetly, and it set me on fire. I wanted to devour this man, this sweet man. I spread his legs wider, and he got more vocal, hissing his pleasure. Instinct took over, and I boldly licked over his balls as I stroked his shaft. I rose and opened my mouth wide, letting his cock go as deep as it could. I moaned at how wonderful it was while raking his balls lightly with my nails.

  “Sarah. Sarah,” Akira groaned.

  I slid my hand over his abs, and my firm lips rapidly over the part of his cock at the top that seemed to throw him into oblivion.

  “Stop!” he cried.

  Alarmed, I lifted my head, and his cock popped out of my mouth.

  “I want you to sit on me.” His gaze seemed riveted to my breasts.

  Sit on him. I stood, and he guided me until I straddled his lap, facing him. “Lift up,” he whispered. I held on to his shoulders and lifted. He reached between us and stroked my pussy with the head of his cock. I squeezed his shoulder muscles, nails digging in. When his cock was at my entrance, I lowered a little. Jeez, so big again! He held my waist, then locked his eyes on my breasts. His mouth pounced on them like they were food he’d been searching for and found at last. I moaned and watched his tongue circle and flick, watched how beautiful his lips were parted on my pale breast. The way his dark lashes fanned his cheeks. Asian god. Sucking on my breasts, cock poised at the opening of my soul. Might as well be. Because when he entered, I became part of something eternal.

  He growled and nipped my nipple, shooting electricity into my clit. I lowered more. His strong fingers dug into my waist, and his head went back. “God, woman!” I dropped entirely down, and I met his roar with a desperate cry. It didn’t hurt like the first time, but I was very full. We both went still, him seeming to resist his orgasm, me adapting to his huge size.

  I lifted and moaned at how the pain was gone; only a delicious, full friction remained. And I had to have it. I gripped his shoulders and moved slowly on him. Akira once again became that man driven by passion out of his realm of control. His hands wrapped me tighter, and he forced me to fuck his cock faster, harder, his mouth making hungry sounds on my bouncing breasts. He released my waist and wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my chest as he came, still keeping that powerful momentum with his arms. I screamed from the intensity, holding his head to me as he pumped his hot seed inside me, calling my name over and over.

  “Aki, Aki, I’m…” I didn’t know what I was. I’d never felt that sensation before. I screamed as warmth erupted in that spot he pounded, like every thread of unseen tension in my body was severed and I was free.

  He sucked my neck, his teeth raking my flesh as his strong arms pressed me hard to his hips, grinding me against them. I squirmed and wiggled through the new pleasure. He held me tight to him as though wanting to feel it with me.

  My moans softened to light whimpers, and Akira pulled my head to his shoulder, stroking my back softly with his hands and arms. He reclined with me and refused my attempt to move off him. He kept me close, and I drifted toward sleep listening to the sound of his gradually slowing heartbeat.

  It was like a lullaby of life. Hope. Of impossible dreams come true.

  This had to be heaven. But it wasn’t; it was earth. And on earth, you always waited for the other shoe to drop.

  Chapter Nine

  “Sarah, wake up!”

  I bolted upright, covers flying off my limbs as I pushed through the fog in my head. “W-what? What’s wrong?”

  Akira threw open his closet door. “My father and brother are coming. They’ll be here this evening.”

  “Oh, and…that’s bad?”

  He fumbled with his T-shirt and glared at me. “He’s bringing the fiancée with him.” Dread shot into my stomach. But the fact he’d said “the” fiancée and not “his” made me smile.

  “Please, you don’t know my father. He’s ruthless. If he even suspects that you and I are involved, he will ruin
you and your family. Trust me.”

  That dread returned with panic. Crap. “Well…maybe once he gets to know me?” Akira rushed to the bed and pushed me down, kissing me passionately. “God, I wish. I wish he’d be that kind of man. Surely he’d see what I do.” His tongue in my mouth shut me up until there was only him

  —the feel of his trembling fingers desperate to touch, his intoxicating smell, the sounds of his hunger, and now his lips on my nipple. Good Lord, yes, Merry Christmas. Sex first thing in the morning. Yes, yes.

  My fingers turned eager, pulling at the black T-shirt he’d just put on, wanting his silky muscles—all of them. I needed to brush my teeth. And shower. “I need the bathroom.” He growled and pulled away. “Hurry. I need to make love to you.” He needed me? Would I ever get used to that concept?

  He followed my scurry from the bed with kisses on my cheek, neck, and shoulder.

  Filled with adrenaline, I hurried to my bathroom and brushed my teeth while I showered. Five minutes and I was stepping out again. Akira was waiting right there. Naked. The idea that he’d just watched me frantically wash like a cotton-pickin’ frog on fire was so embarrassing.

  But his expression assured not a single frog had entered his thoughts. In fact, his stare sent another explosion of excitement through my stomach. That hunger in his eyes and stance said things were going to be…explosive. My heart pounded furiously as I walked toward him. He seemed frozen in rapture, watching me. What on earth was he seeing?

  I stood before his tumultuous gaze. “Take me, Aki,” I begged softly.

  He caressed my face with his fingers as if he wanted to be sure I was real. When he saw I was, he wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to his naked body. His hungry mouth captured my gasp, and his tongue boldly stroked mine. He jerked my leg up, pressing my heat hard against his thigh. I whimpered out a moan, hanging on to his shoulders while his hand slid over my butt and folds. I pumped against him, my nipples sending slivers of fire to my clit from being pressed against his warm chest.

  Our ragged breaths mingled, and he lifted me so I straddled his waist. Oh God, yes. His tongue still in my mouth, he slid his cock in to the hilt. I broke away with a cry of pleasure, and his lips sucked my neck hard. He clamped his hands on my waist with a growl and pumped his cock into me. I could only scream as the head of his dick pounded that place from before, the one that caused that strange release. He put his face right before mine, his hungry breaths hot on my face. It was happening again, that building inside me. So much more overwhelming and consuming than my clit orgasm. “Oh God. Oh God,” I cried.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

  He didn’t stop. His harsh breaths continued on my mouth. Soon they turned into growling groans that grew in pitch and intensity. He was coming. Three more strokes, hard and deep, and I screamed as that release hit, seeming to sever me from my body in an explosion of warmth. I gasped over and over with the melting sensation, feeling like my core had shattered and was oozing out of me.

  His orgasm struck in time for me to be able to see it in his face. Eyes clenched tight, lips and face straining with it. “Yes, yes. Aki, fuck me.”

  His head fell back, and his mouth opened as he shot wave after wave of hot cum in me, his groans long and intense. Damn, such sweet music.

  I pulled his face to mine and kissed him like a nasty tramp. No decency—crude, animalistic. But it wasn’t an act; it was how I really felt. I wanted to devour this man, mark him hard and good with something irreversible. Mmmm, and I wanted him to suck my pussy.

  “I want you to suck me. Now,” I whispered in his mouth.

  He spun around with me and set me on the bathroom counter. “Open wide for me, baby.” I bit my lower lip and drew my knees wide and back. He leaned in and sucked and kissed my mouth like he had my nipples. Then he slid his finger inside me.

  I moaned, feeling how wet I was from him.

  He was between my legs, eyes locked on mine. “Watch me,” he said.

  I gasped at his words, obeying. He placed his mouth on my pussy so very softly, then slid his tongue slowly up and down my slit, circling my clit with aching tenderness. I let out a long moan and twirled my hips as he flicked my bud like a snake tongue might. “Yes, yes, lick it, Aki. God, you do that so good.” He made out with my pussy, his lips moving sensually side to side in mine, his tongue rolling over my clit in lazy patterns until it was so hot. His face between my legs was orgasmic by itself. The man was so damned sexy, mocha eyes on fire with lethal passion. And he was eating my pussy. My mouth remained open as I pumped my hips on him, grunting without shame. I couldn’t have stopped myself. My moans became incessant and louder. He began fingering me rapidly and deeply. Oh my God. The smacking noises from his finger were my undoing. My clit erupted with electrical spasms that licked into every limb of my body. I could only shudder, clutch his head to my pussy, and rock on his mouth until it subsided.

  I floated back down to earth on soft moans, slightly winded. My eyes focused, and I became aware of my ass hanging off the counter, head crammed against the mirror, and Akira kissing my folds with that reverent tenderness again. Good Lord. Images of him pounding into me quivered through my core. Wow, so soon. What would he think if he knew?

  He stood, and so did his cock. I stared at my lean Asian angel, from the cut of his perfectly formed legs, his sculpted stomach, to the widening of his torso into a warrior’s chest. My heart shuddered when I made it to his face, rakish and handsome with a half grin and sensuous eyes. Oh, he knew. Knew how damned gorgeous he was. And knew—saw—what that did to me. I chewed the edge of my lower lip and gave him a small smile.

  He gasped a light chuckle. “You were more than worth the twenty years I waited.” I adjusted myself on the counter so that I could receive him between my legs. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close, pressing my head to his chest in a you’re mine sort of way.

  I smiled and snuggled my face against him, listening to the beat of his heart. Such a dignified, noble, and tender heart. Not a scrooge. Not hardly.

  And promised to another woman.

  * * * *

  “So what do I do? How should I act around her?”

  He sighed and wove through traffic toward the airport. “Professional. Like you would with any Japanese…high-paying customer,” he said, disgusted.

  “And your father?”

  “The same. You’ll be fine.”

  “And…your brother?”

  “God. Him…”

  “What?”

  “He’s a womanizer. Just…don’t encourage him.”

  I snorted. “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “I mean, don’t be more than professional with him. He’ll try to draw you out in a personal way, make friends with you. He’s very skilled. He’s known in all of Japan as the great Onna Tarashi.”

  “Onna what?”

  He angled his head. “Like a pimp. There isn’t a woman that doesn’t grovel at his feet. Only they do it for free. He’s disgusting. And of course since we’re brothers, it’s assumed we’re identical.”

  “Oh. You poor thing.” Butterflies erupted in my stomach when the airport sign came up. “How…

  should I treat you?”

  He reached for my hand and brought it to his lips. “Will you be mad if I asked you to treat me the same? Until I figure out how to get out of this? In a way that won’t hurt you? Please?” He placed kisses on my hand between his words. I wanted to yank it away at the thought of having to pretend he was just my boss again.

  I stared through the passing scenery and squeezed his hand. “How…will you treat her?” He pulled off the road, and I turned to him. “Like a friend. But…I can’t vouch for her character.” He rolled his eyes. “That’s not true. I can. She really should be marrying my brother. They make the perfect couple.”

  My mouth remained open in horror at the thought. The thought of a slut around him. Engaged to him.

  Could I handle that? I turned my shocked f
ace toward the windshield. I had to handle it. Had to finish this for Anna. Had to help Akira through this. Till we figured something else out.

  “I can get somebody else. Another tour guide. And you can just stay in another room next to me.”

  “Ha,” I gushed. “And leave you with that slut?” I stared at him. “And like I’m going to just…sit in a room waiting for you, not knowing what…she’s doing with you.” I gritted my teeth. “No, no, I’ll be fine.

  How long are they here for?”

  “They leave the day after Christmas.”

  “Oh my gosh. That’s…that’s a whole week.” Several confused blinks later, I asked the dreaded question. “How do you plan to get out of this engagement?”

  His gaze became tormented. “Was hoping you might…be able to help me with that.”

  “How?” I asked, perplexed.

  He sat back in his seat and sighed heavily. “I don’t know…like you did with my other problem.” Oh, great. Faaantastic. I closed my eyes. I can do this. I can do this. “Tell me everything about her that you know.”

  His hesitation and raised brows didn’t comfort me. “She’s intelligent, a tai chi champion, a dancer, singer, actress…and this year’s Miss Universe.”

  My shock came in rapid blinks. Sounded like the biggest exaggeration on the planet, but looking at Akira, the ridiculosity was real. “Oh.” I laughed once. “Tai chi, huh? Well, that’s a relief; she’s no match for my Tae-Bo. But…Miss Universe, now that…is a tough one to beat.” I shook my head, thinking, “I don’t know, Aki. I feel compelled to advise you to marry her. Dump the stupid, fat Miss America and marry the Japanese princess.”

  “Sarah.”

  I looked at him and found that silly, sexy grin. “This is not funny!” He leaned in and placed his hand behind my head and pulled me to him. I resisted. He pulled harder, putting our lips close. He stared into my eyes, then let his gaze drop to my mouth. He kissed me softly.

  Reminding me. “I could never…love another woman, Sarah. Ever. I love you so much. I’m scared to death.”

  My heart raced. “Why?” I whispered.