The thin line [Complete]

Chapter 35

Kong's POV

My phone buzzed once again and I didn't even need to read the incoming message to know who it was from or what it would have said. This must be nearly the fifteenth message in the past 2 hours from P'Arthit with pretty much some variation of "How much longer" or "Aren't you done yet?" And hence my fifteenth response stayed consistent at "P'Preet is not yet back from her date." And looking at the face of the clock tauntingly signaling it being close to one in the morning, I doubt she was making her way home tonight.

And let's be honest, that downright sucks. Having successfully thwarted any possibility of me getting laid tonight, she was out getting lucky. And here I was, being shrieked and scratched by her cats all evening which eventually ended with them happily curling on top of me to fall asleep. One evil demon spawn actually insists on sleeping nowhere but my head. Trust me I have swallowed so much cat fur in one evening I was sure I could compete with them in throwing up hair balls. And it absolutely doesn't help that my boyfriend keeps texting me with the hopes of renewing our near miss of a kiss in the closet today. Very much keeping my awfully painful boner well and alive. With nothing but these vicious cats keeping me company.

At some point I should probably give up hopes of making my way home tonight and move this non-party to the spare bedroom but since I am a stubborn mule I kept my butt very firmly on the couch, staring unwaveringly at the front door, constantly imagining her walking through it in the next instant. Although, I didn't realize how boring her entrance is since not before long I found my eyes drooping shut, which suddenly snapped open when I heard rustling sounds outside the apartment. I don't think I have moved so fast in my life, one cat in each arm and one still firmly perched on my head as I threw open the front door.

"P'Arthit? What are you doing here?"

"I came to see what you were up to? I didn't realize you take cat sitting so literally."

Both of us looked up at the cat over my head who had yet to move an inch through all the activity as he reached out and plucked her away placing her and her compatriots on their bed, making his way deeper into the room.

"P' you really shouldn't be here. P'Preet is going to kill us when she comes back. Wait, me. She is going to kill me when she returns."

"What are you freaking out about? I am here to just keep you company."

"I doubt P'Preet is going to look at it in the same way. You need to leave before she finds you here and comes up with more innovative ways of making my life hell. She has like a month more to go and I have already scrubbed her floors 10 times."

"Oh c'mon, its already past 2 in the morning. Both of us know she isn't coming home tonight. I will leave before she is back. Promise."

"P' you are going to get me in a lot of trouble. You know how evil P'Prett is right? She actually tried to..."

But before I could complete my rather important statement he had gripped the back of my neck and pulled me towards him, our mouths smashing against each other. Without missing a beat his lips consumed mine, making sure there wasn't an opening for me to break away and continue my very valid protest. And obviously it did not take too long for me to forget my rational arguments as he began running his hands down my shoulder and arms to reach my waist and pull me in further into him.

"Have I ever mentioned you talk too much?"

And he bent down to put my mouth to better use once again. We were almost instantly lost in exploring each other's tastes. The fact that P'Preet could return home any minute having already left my mind. Obviously my lust addled brain couldn't think much past the fact that after a torturously long day I could finally run my hands over his taut muscles or that we were greedily fighting over dominating each other's mouths, while his hands had found his way under my t-shirt once again massaging my inked skin.

I let out a loud groan as he ground his erect dick against mine, his mouth back at the spot of the earlier hickey like he wanted to stamp that mark permanently. I was about to reach for the button on his pants when we were rudely interrupted by three hissing cats.

He glared at them for a brief moment before urgently grabbing my hand and marching towards the closest bathroom, shoving us in as quickly as he could manage and firmly shutting the door behind us.

I was wavering between raising my objection to whatever we were about to do as being a horrible idea since we were currently very passionately groping each other in P'Preet's bathroom, and alternatively helping him with stripping off my shirt. Obviously option two was the clear winner since he was now actively attacking my nipples, vigorously kneading my ass at the same time. By the time he found his way back to my lips, I had pretty much given up on the thought of arguing and pushed him back against the door, kneeling in front of him to give the both of us a well-deserved treat.

His back arched almost involuntarily when my hand brushed against him as I slowly lowered the zip of his pant, and he roughly shoved both his hands in my hair to guide my mouth to him as soon as he had sprung free from his boxers.

One year ago I would have bet my fortune against anyone who would have even hinted to the fact that some day I would give a very enthusiastic blowjob to P'Arthit, that to in someone else's house. But presently, that seemed to be the most important task I would ever perform.

I closed my lips over his tip softly between and heard him let out a loud groan.

"Oh fuck! Kong!"

This only excited me further and I took him deeper in my mouth. Slowly pushing him as far down my throat as I could manage, my tongue moving along the length of him, feeling him twitch slightly against the ministrations of my mouth and lips and teeth.

His grip on my hair tightened as he guided me to maximize his please. Sometimes holding my head firm against him so that he filled me to the brim, or urging me to move in a rhythm that kept pushing him to the edge. All while he massaged and caressed my scalp continuing to fuck my mouth until I could hear his breaths beginning to get shallower. His hips moving at an intensive speed. He cupped my face with both his hands as our eyes locked and I could feel the tightening of his balls ready to tip him over to his climax.

"Ah! Kong! I'm...I'm..."

He shot load after load of his cum down my throat faster than I could swallow, his still massively erect length filling up my entire mouth. All my senses overwhelmed with his feel and smell and taste. And I still couldn't manage to get enough.

Once I felt his orgasm finally recede I began licking him clean, as he ran his fingers tenderly through my hair. We stared at each other once again, a satisfied smile having taken over his face.

"Kong, I..."

And obviously, as with everything in this universe, my life just has to throw me curve balls at every turn. So here I am kneeling in front of P'Arthit, his cock still in my mouth, in P'Preet's bathroom when we heard the loud banging on the front door.

"Koooooonggggg! Open the door, Kong!"

Fuck! I am so screwed. And not even the good kind.