Trash Polka - 26. Chapter 26

Through dinner, I had managed to calm down a bit. By the time we’d eaten, taken a small tour of the neighborhood around the hotel (we’d been driven for this part), and arrived back at the hotel, I was feeling much better. I was, however, exhausted. Which meant that when I walked into the hotel room, the last thing I wanted to do was argue with Kenji.

He was at the table and was one of the first things I saw when I came in through the door. The set of his shoulders was rigid as he stood in front of the table, his fingers dragging over a mess of paperwork. I unlaced my boots and kicked them off next to his expensive looking dress shoes and ran my fingers through my hair.

“How was dinner?” He asked and I struggled to get a read on the situation. His posture gave me the impression that he was angry, but Kenji’s voice was always so calm and level. Well, not always, but we weren’t in the right positions for that to be applicable.

“It was good. I’ve never had ramen like that. Your sister is such a talker. It made things easier. I wasn’t feeling very talkative.” I answered quietly as I hung my violet blazer by the door. I was lingering in the entryway and we both knew it. I started to make my way forward when I saw what was really going on, a container of leftovers in my hand.

“I meant to pick you up. It was always my plan.” He said, finally turning. He looked exhausted. There were bags under his eyes and his hair looked like it’d been absorbing most of his stress.

“I know. Ai told me. When’s the last time you slept?” I asked as I approached slowly.

He eyes ran over me and long fingers raked through his poor hair, “I had a few hours here and there.”

I stopped right in front of him. I no longer thought he was holding himself rigid because of anger. I think he was just physically holding himself up through sheer willpower. Sighing, I slid between him and the table, resting my hand gently on the center of his chest before giving a light push.

“We both need rest. Shower and then bed? Have you eaten?” I held up my leftovers.

“Earlier.”

I shook my head and carefully cleared the papers enough to give him room to eat. I set the food down and turned, finding him still close. I rested both hands on his chest before sliding them up and then pushing on his shoulders until he sat. I brushed his hair away from his eyes and ignored my stupid feelings when he looked up at me sleepily.

“Food. While you eat, I’ll run a bath.” I was beginning to doubt either of us would be able to remain on our feet for a shower.

“You’re visiting me. I should be taking care of you. You looked exhausted. It’s a hellish flight.”

“Sit. Eat. Then bath and after bed.”

I didn’t wait for him to answer. I grabbed him chopsticks from the drawer in the kitchen. Then I dropped them off and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. I laughed softly at the strange look he sent me. I padded into the bathroom and started the bath, holding my hand under it to check the temperature. Satisfied it wouldn’t scald our skin off, I headed for the bedroom. I poked my head around the corner as I passed the doorway, grinning when I saw Kenji eating. I’d spotted matching pajamas made of a silky material in the drawers earlier when I’d been exploring. I grabbed them and set them on the bathroom counter. Then I made my way into the main living area again. Kenji was in the kitchen now. Before my nerves could get the best of me, I stepped up behind him as he washed his chopsticks and wrapped my arms around him from behind. He stiffened and I bit my lip, but he relaxed.

“Come on. Bath?”

He turned in my arms and his lips met mine. It wasn’t gentle and he fisted the back of my hair as he tilted my head the way he wanted. My knees almost buckled as his tongue slid over mine and he tightened his grip. His other hand slid down my back before he tugged me closer. My hands wandered up his chest and I couldn’t stop a small whine as he backed me into the wall opposite.

“Mm, wait. Kenji wait.” I pushed him away gently. His dark eyes met mine and his eyebrow lifted slowly as his grip released from my hair. He took a step back and I wanted so badly to pull him back, “C’mon. The plan was bath and then bed. We’re both exhausted and I bet you work early.”

“I do not need to be in the office until noon for a meeting.” He said, stepping into my space again. He tilted his head to the side as his gaze dropped to my lips again.

Be strong River. You’re more than your horny nature.

“Bath then bed Mr. Shinoda.” I said as I linked my fingers in his and tugged him toward the bathroom.

“Mister?”

“I am trying so hard to be a good partner right now. You are not making it easy.”

“There are several other things you could be that would be far more entertaining.”

I shook my head and spun on my heel once we reached the bathroom. He was very close, and I tried to ignore the heat in his gaze. I dropped my eyes to focus on undoing his tie and then unbuttoning his shirt. I tried to narrow my concentration to undressing him as his fingers rubbed circles on my hips. Then he moved closer and his lips pressed to my neck and jaw, his fingers slipping up my spine. I was close to caving. I dropped my face into his neck and I undid his belt and then started on his pants.

The touches stopped abruptly. I looked up at him suspiciously and the corner of his mouth ticked up slightly, “I get it. I’ll stop pushing. You’re right, we’re both spent.”

Still suspicious, I let him finish undressing himself while I started on my own clothes. I was kicking off my pants when he slid around me to climb the stairs into the tub. I stared at all the delicious skin on display with the night skyline in front of him. The spell was only broken when he sank into the water and turned, putting the window at his back now. He held up his hands to me, beckoning.

I moved far less gracefully, staggering a bit when I lowered one leg into the water and then the other. He was still holding his hands out and I slid mine over them. He tugged me to him and I ended up in his lap, my knees on either side of his hips on the stone. At this point, I figured he was up to something nefarious as his hands roamed over my shoulders and back. Then his whole body sagged and he reclined, resting his arms on the stone surrounding the tub as his head fell back. He’d closed his eyes and I took a moment to admire his features.

There was a thin scar under his eye that seemed to trace his high cheekbone. His nose had a bump in the middle from an earlier break. His eyebrows were either groomed or he was just naturally gifted. They were neat and perfect. Like the rest of him. I let out a soft sigh as I admired. He really was pretty to look at.

I got my hands wet and gently ran my fingers over his hair, loosening whatever gel had survived his earlier stress ministrations. Then I cupped my hands in the gloriously warm water and let it dump over his chest and the impressive ink it held. My eyes followed the rivulets downward until fingers caught my chin. I fell forward, leaning on the torso I’d been oogling. He kissed me much more slowly this time, but no less thoroughly.

“So much staring.” He mumbled when his mouth left mine and trailed down over my neck. His hands slid down my back and to my ass as he pulled me even closer. My head fell back and I gasped as his fingers slid between my cheeks.

I hauled his mouth back to mine as the pads of his fingers rubbed circles on my hole. I gasped and whimpered into his mouth, my hands scrambling in front of me. I felt his breath catch when I took both of us in my grip and stroked before squeezing. I got lost in the feel of his skin sliding against mine. I pumped slowly and let his mouth leave mine as his finger slid in. Water wasn’t the best lube, but it did enough.

I worked my hands faster and his teeth bit into my neck as he cut off a moan. That would never work. I moved my hand faster, almost forgetting about my own pleasure as I stroked my thumb over his tip. A second finger slid into me in retaliation and I gasped his name. His hand wrapped around me and left me free to focus entirely on him.

“River.” His voice came out as a growl as I concentrated both hands on bringing him off. I faltered only a little when I third finger joined the first two. I moaned at the stretch and realized that this had become a weird competition. I cupped his balls, squeezing gently as I stroked from base to tip. I wasn’t above playing dirty. I leaned forward, my lips at his ear, as I whimpered his name.

“Fuck.” His movement stuttered and I stroked him through his orgasm, panting softly. He grit his teeth and his head fell back for a moment as he came in my hand. I bit my lip and then let out an embarrassing noise as he gathered me closer. His fingers inside were relentless as his fingers slid up and down on my shaft.

I came hard and he kept going, fully entering overstimulation as I squirmed away from him. The pleasure was mixing with pain, but Kenji always knew when to stop. We lay there for a few minutes while we tried to regain the ability to move. I was snuggled up against him, his chin resting on my head. I groaned when he started moving.

“We need to actually clean up now.”

I moaned miserably and remained lazy as he soaped me up. I only joined the effort when he needed to rinse my hair. Then I returned the favor, and we reluctantly left the bath. In ten minutes, we’d brushed teeth, put on the matching pajamas, and were snuggled under the covers. I wanted to stay up and talk or something. Anything. I’d barely seen him all day. I’d tried to pick a fight with him and was rude and I wanted to talk it out. It wasn’t happening tonight. I was half dead and it didn’t take long to lose the battle I’d been waging to stay awake.

“River?”

“Mm?”

“Are you awake?”

The accursed sun was shining into the room. I snuggled up in the covers more, determined to go back to bed until I felt a hand slide over my ass, “M’awake.”

“Can I see your face?”

I rolled over and then moaned as a finger slid halfway into me. It wasn’t nearly as hard to prep since we’d engaged in “activities” last night. Kenji’d moved up to two fingers pretty quickly. I worked my hips back to meet his hand, gripping the sheets in front of me as I shifted to lay back on my side.

As he slid in a third finger, he distracted me from pleasure, “You were awfully rude yesterday.”

His fingers slowed and I tried to work my hips back faster, but he held them down, “You made me mad.”

“Understandable. Did it need to be handled that way, though?” I rolled my eyes and groaned when his fingers stopped entirely, “You know the rules. I expect a verbal answer.”

“No. I should’ve handled it better. Now, please.” I gasped.

“Mm, I don’t know River. Do you think you deserve it?” His fingers were barely moving at all now.

He wanted me to beg. I wasn’t going to. I wasn’t the only one in the wrong. Even if he had been pulled away due to unforeseen circumstances. I closed my eyes, “Yes. I deserve it.”

“Do you think so? I’m not so sure.” His fingers left me completely and he sprawled on his back.

“Like you don’t want it.” I snapped.

“I never once said I didn’t.” He said, unbothered.

I narrowed my eyes and looked around. He hadn’t prepped me dry which meant…There it was. Nestled between the pillows was lube and I snatched it. I reached for his pajama pants and glared when he gripped my wrist, “I also never said you could help yourself. What if you hurt my feelings yesterday, River?”

My mean streak unexpectedly made its appearance, “You don’t have those.”

Storm clouds passed over his expression as he looked at me. I squirmed under the look he was giving me and took a deep breath, “I’m sorry.”

“That was nearly genuine.” He said as I crawled over him. I shimmied down and mouthed at the erection hidden behind the black silky pajama pants.

“I’m really sorry.” I circled my tongue over the outline of the head and kept my eyes on his.

“I don’t even know if you deserve this.” He sighed as he waved his hand. I pulled the pants down completely and took him into my mouth.

Shaking the walls Kenji had carefully constructed around himself wasn’t easy, but god did I love a challenge. Our gazes were locked as I sucked on the tip, tongue running over the underside and along a vein. His jaw tightened and I rested my hands on his hips as I slowly began bobbing. He was still meeting my eyes, but his were hooded and he shifted. I smirked before I hummed and then slid all the way down. A harsh exhale and then fingers gripped my hair and I gave up control. I struggled to keep my eyes on his as he slid in and out of my mouth. I pressed my hips to the mattress, rutting them slowly.

“Look so good like that.” He gasped and I moaned as he broke eye contact, his head falling back as he pressed into my throat. My eyes watered as he held me down and I moaned around him, “But I know a way you look better.”

Confused, I blinked open the eyes I’d finally closed as he pulled himself from my mouth. He snatched the lube from where I’d left it and then I was face down on the bed. He yanked my hips up and spread my legs. Cold lube dribbled between my cheeks and there was a wet stroking sound. Then Kenji lined up and slid into me with one thrust, holding my hips tight as he filled me.

I held back a shout as he began moving immediately. I gripped the sheets and rested my cheek against them as he took me hard. There were going to be finger shaped bruises on my hips and I was nearly drooling after he found my prostate. I felt him shift forward. His fingers dipped under my collar and he held me down as he pounded me into the mattress.

I could barely breathe and I was babbling nonstop as he rewired my brain again and again with each thrust. The sheets were bunched in my hands and I tried desperately to meet his hips with my own. At some point I’d gone nonverbal and could only cry out or moan. I couldn’t move my upper body and I didn’t want to, obsessed with the hand pressed to the back of my neck.

“T-touch me.” I managed to whine.

“No. Come on my cock or not at all.”

I didn’t think I could. It wasn’t an easy thing for me to do, or so I thought. Kenji taught me different when he shifted my hips and found a new angle that let him harpoon my prostate until I forgot my own name. His hand stayed on my neck, the constant pressure making my brain a little floaty as he did his best to rearrange my organs. Despite my concerns, my orgasm hit me like a freight train. No other touching necessary. The scream that tore out of my mouth was fit for pornos and I might’ve laughed at myself if I wasn’t plunged into black for a few seconds. When I came to, it was to a rough thrust and then I felt Kenji come.

“Inside?” I mumbled into the poor sheets.

“Yes. Is that okay?”

I nodded, incapable of anything else. He pulled out and I was vaguely aware of him cleaning up. Then I was wrapped in his arms and pulled back against him. I snuggled into him, holding the arm he’d wrapped around me. He was still breathing a bit hard and I tuned into it. Letting it slowly start to lull me to sleep.

The bed shifted and lips pressed to my neck and then my cheek, “I have to go River. I’m already going to be late.”

“No.” I whined, clinging to his arm.

“I’ll be back in time for dinner. I have to go.”

He ignored my additional whines, turning my head to plant a kiss on my clumsy mouth. I wasn’t awake yet and I think at some point he may have literally fucked my brain out. I cuddled more into the blankets and frowned when, after a few moments, I heard the door to the room close.

This was both the best and worst way I’d waken up.