14. Monroe #2
But I can’t even say I want him to stop.
In the moment, as the strangled scream tears out of me, my mouth drops open. My brows knit together and then I do something I never thought I would.
I grind back against him.
Jin nips at my jaw. “Does that feel good, Tokki-ya? Tell me.”
“Yes!” I moan, eyes clenched shut, hips grinding. “Yes… please… fuck my pussy…”
“With what?” he demands. He slides the handle out, leaving only the very tip inside.
I clench down and find myself disappointingly empty. “With your knife,” I breathe. “Fuck me hard. Make me pay for what I did.”
The knife handle returns with a quick thrust, pushing in deep, stopping only where it ends and the blade begins. Jin fucks me with it, hard and fast like he’s warned.
…like I’ve asked for.
The hot pleasure intensifies, spreading through me. My fingers dig into the brick wall and I focus on all the sensations overwhelming my body.
From his warm breath against my cheek to the sting of the nicks and cuts on my breasts. My pussy clenches down on the knife handle as if it were a cock. I circle my hips, grinding against Jin and taking more of the handle.
It feels unnatural and wrong inside my pussy, yet I only crave more. I’m panting along with Jin’s thrusts of it as he works it in then out in sharp, rough motions that would probably hurt if I weren’t so damn soaking wet.
“Yes!” I pant, grinding. “Fuck my pussy, Jin… make me yours.”
The knife handle slides in deep, finally triggering my orgasm. I clamp down on it as I come with a hoarse cry, the hot wave of pleasure wiping me out. I’m quaking all over, from my shoulders down to my thighs that feel like they’ll give out and I’ll drop to the ground.
But Jin keeps me in his hold.
He drags his lips across the side of my throat, nipping and biting at me. His palm gropes at my tender, bleeding breast while he gently slides the knife in and out a couple more times. It’s as though my orgasm pleases him almost as much as it’s done for me.
Then he withdraws the handle and brings it to my lips.
“Lick it clean, Tokki-ya,” he commands. “Taste yourself so you’ll remember this punishment.”
Dazed and delirious, still hot and quaking from my orgasm, I flick my tongue at the handle. It gleams with my pussy juices, evidence of just how wet he’s made me.
Once he’s satisfied, he pockets it inside his leather jacket and then spins me around. I’m shoved back first against the brick wall. I realize as his hands fly to the button on his jeans what’s coming up next.
The hot desire that exploded inside me when I came returns. It floods me all over again as Jin’s long cock juts free and he strokes a fist down its length. I can’t take my eyes off it, admiring the velvet texture and all the beautiful veins and ridges.
But Jin’s impatient, in no mood to let me ogle him. He strides forward, hoists me up off my feet, pushes me back against the brick wall ’til my legs band around his waist, and then he slams straight into me.
The sound I make is between a whimper and moan as he fills me up. I wrap my arms around his back and he squeezes my thighs in his hands.
He starts to move as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like with his blade, Jin’s hips move with purpose and expertise.
The nerve endings in my pussy scream, contracting around his dick. I rock with Jin as he drives into me, his thrusts picking up speed. It feels like riding a wild animal as I hold on and move in sync with him.
His thrusts are hard and powerful. They’re smooth and deep.
My arm tightens around his back and cries of pleasure pour out of me. We really have become animals. Jin is a tiger, growling and dominating. I’m his prey, the wounded rabbit that’s being ripped to shreds in the best way.
Over and over, he fucks into me, never holding back. His teeth find my shoulder and his long cock bashes away at my sweetest spot. He’s stretching me, filling me, marking me more than he ever has before.
More than the black ink he tattooed on the inside of my wrist.
Jin seals his lips over mine and kisses me hungrily on the mouth. My fingers slide into his windswept hair, my grip tight. I undulate my hips to match the stroke of his dick, creating a new level of pleasure for us both.
He groans into my mouth and lashes his tongue against mine. We consume each other like we’re starving and could never get enough. We’re chasing a high together, frantic and desperate in the dark night.
This grimy, dirty alley where we’ve finally given in. Yet nothing has ever felt better. Nothing’s ever felt this fucking good.
Jin pins me against the brick wall, his thrusts turning purely vicious. He’s rough and aggressive, his long fingers squeezing my thighs enough to bruise. I kiss him harder, sucking at his tongue and tugging at his damp hair.
My pussy convulses around him. Pleasure vibrates through me. Every touch, every thrust, every lash burns me up. It’s like I’m on fire, consumed by the flames when Jin hits my sweet spot and my orgasm explodes.
My second of the night.
I’m a whimpering mess in his arms. Wave after wave crashes down on me. Liquid hot pleasure that makes me pant and my pussy and thighs quiver. I’m so sore and swollen, yet as Jin thrusts away, all I want is more of him.
It feels so fucking amazing to have him inside me.
Crazy in the light of day? Foolish? Stupid?
Maybe.
But right now, with my legs and arms wrapped around him and his dick buried deep, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Our lips glide, mouths open, our pants for air heavy and ragged. He pushes his face into the crook of my neck and his hips drill away ’til I can feel his muscles contract. His skin is burning to the touch, knotted with tension.
He’s close, thickening inside me, throbbing and twitching.
Then he floods me with his cum.
He groans into my throat and makes me shudder. His release spreads through me from the inside and triggers a tiny blip of a third orgasm out of me. We remain squashed together, pressed up against the brick wall for a while.
But the night’s not over, even as we finally move. We dress quickly—or what I can do to dress considering Jin shredded my shirt. He tugs off his own for me to wear, remaining shirtless in his leather jacket, then he drags me off to his car.
In a matter of minutes, we’re bursting through the door of his apartment for round two. Jin’s whisked me off my feet again, carrying me to the bedroom while I’ve locked onto him like a freaking koala bear.
He takes me from behind on his bed, rough and hard ’til I’m crying all over again. He shoves my head down and I scream into the comforter as he plows into me. Thighs spread wide, my pussy drips clenched around his cock.
He pounds away. He reaches under me and plays with my clit.
I bounce back on him and take him deep. Deeper than I’ve ever taken another man before. Even Eli.
But I turn off any thoughts about him. I surrender to the moment.
Jin fucks me so good, coherent thought isn’t possible even if I tried. He flips me over and slams back into me, folding my legs behind my head. We go at it so hard, his bed creaking, that it’s a miracle it doesn’t snap in half.
He comes on my stomach, marking me in a whole new way once he’s done with me. A satisfied, exhausted smile comes to my lips. I dip my fingers in the milky cream he’s left on me and I suck them into my mouth, tasting him.
Salty and sweet, a flavor combination that’s delicious on my tongue.
“Mmm,” I moan.
Otherwise, I’m a mess.
We both are, slicked in sweat, dripping cum.
He leans over me and presses his mouth to mine in a passionate kiss. For a wild second I question if he’s still not finished, but then he grabs my hand and pulls me up for cleanup. Neither of us dare to address what’s just happened as Jin leads me into the bathroom and turns on the shower.
That’ll have to wait ’til morning comes…
Jin is a light sleeper. I know this because every other night he seems hypersensitive to most noises.
He’s repeatedly warned me against trying to sneak out in the middle of the night.
He’s proven this several times when even the slightest noise causes him to emerge from his bedroom and scope out the rest of the apartment, like he’s checking I’m still around.
The night I snuck into the bathroom to pee was a fluke. He seemed to be deep in a dream that night.
But after the wild sex we had last night, it seems it’s becoming more common for him.
Dawn breaks over the sky beyond his bedroom curtains. I’m awake before he is. He’s out cold at my side as I creep out of bed and then tiptoe out of the room. I’m still shocked he even let me sleep in his bed.
A lot about the last twelve hours has been unexpected.
Starting with my escape to what happened in the alley, then once we made it back to his apartment.
My body’s sore. I ache in several places.
Between my thighs. My throat. The cuts and nicks from his blade still sting.
I went through it and earned four mind-blowing orgasms. But that only makes it worse. As I plop down on the futon in the living room, I’m riddled with guilt.
I’m disgusted with myself.
How could I be so turned on by Jin? How could I let him do what he did and then come so many times?
What about Eli? What would he think? How could I do this to him?
Last night I’d cried from pleasure. Right now, a different kind of cry bubbles out of me. I drop my face into my hands and sob about the fiancé I’ve betrayed in the worst way.
There’s one thing I know for sure: I can’t let it happen again.
Last night was the only time.