17. Jin #2
I ride the elevator shirtless, ignoring the haughty look from an elder man who also lives in the building. He has a bag of trash he’s taking out, eyeing me and the dried blood on my knuckles with open offense.
Monroe’s reaction is equally as startled.
I walk through the door still coursing with intense adrenaline. You’d think I’d be spent after a fight like that with Seung-min, but instead it’s left me more amped than ever.
“Jin,” she mutters in shock. Her large, expressive eyes rove over me, lashes fluttering. “What… how… where’s your shirt?”
A rare laugh leaves me. Possibly the first time she’s ever heard it. I cut across the apartment, my gait smooth and fast, taking her by surprise. Before she can even anticipate it, I’m standing over her on the couch, snatching the book out of her hands and tossing it aside.
“I just came from a fight to the death,” I answer candidly and casually all at the same time. I fist her tight curls, tugging her head back and capturing her mouth in a sudden, ravaging kiss.
Monroe releases a squeak, so surprised by how quickly it’s happened. Clearly she wasn’t expecting me to kiss her like this.
We’ve barely touched since that night we had sex.
My fingers slide along the curve of her jaw, and I pull her up toward me. She rises obediently, parting her soft lips, seeking more of the kiss. Her mouth is warm and sweet for the tasting. My tongue slips inside, rubbing hers in a massage.
It’s a long, deep kiss.
I’m bowed toward her and she’s propped up on her knees, head tilted toward me. Her hands slide up my bare chest as if checking the knots and bruises are real. As gentle as her touch is, I’m tender after so many blows.
I groan into her mouth. The sound’s throaty and pained.
She immediately draws back to stop. I’m quicker, wrapping fingers around her neck and dragging her mouth even more firmly against mine.
“Don’t think about pulling away,” I mutter, finally pausing our long, greedy kiss.
I drop a few shorter kisses on her bottom lip.
“I’m bruised. I’m bleeding. But none of that matters right now, Tokki-ya.
All I want to do is feel that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock again.
I want to make you come as I fuck you in my bed. Do you know why I fought tonight?”
A tremor rocks through her, so hard I can feel it myself. Her eyes are closed, her full lips are open, her warm pink tongue pokes out and practically calls my name. I swoop in and flick it with my own, then suck at her.
My fingers travel from her throat to the underside root of her curls. I grip her tightly and kiss her deeply all over again.
She can’t even bring herself to answer me. A soft murmur leaves her that’s barely intelligible. I realize she’s trying to tell me no; she doesn’t understand why I fought.
So I tell her. I let her know the reason.
“For you,” I growl, nipping at her jaw. I tug harder at her hair, kissing her as I do. “I fought Seung-min because he was following you. Because he wanted to hurt you. Because you’re mine, Tokki-ya, and nobody will come between us.”
“Jin,” she gasps against my lips. Her nails sink into my chest. More sharp stinging pain after a night spent sparring.
I welcome the sensation, proud to be marked by the woman that I’ve lost all self-control over.
We spend so long trading kisses that time becomes relative. Monroe pants against my mouth and my cock tents inside my pants as we can no longer take all the teasing.
“Bed,” I grunt.
Then I take it upon myself to pick her up from the couch and toss her over my shoulder.
“Jin!” she cries my name a second time. This time hanging upside down.
My little rabbit squirms over my shoulder, kicking her legs and waving her arms. I walk her from the living room to the other side of the apartment. Once in the bedroom, I’m handling her like she’s weightless, throwing her onto the bed.
It seems to ignite a fire in her. Monroe likes things a little rough. I see it written across her beautiful, round face. How her dark eyes blaze with desire and the hot flush glows on her copper-brown skin.
Truly a sight to behold.
I pounce like a fucking tiger.
Earlier, I dueled to the death—or almost, until Jae-hyun interfered.
Now I’m engaged in a different kind of physical encounter, pinning Monroe to the bed. I’m swift and ravenous, prying her thighs apart and rolling her panties off her hips. My mouth covers hers, licking and sucking away. My hand wedges itself between her thighs, fingers on her pussy.
Fuck.
She’s so soft to the touch. So hot to the touch.
Heat radiates from her pussy as I push two fingers inside and feast on her mouth. The dual stimulation drives her wild. She bucks against my hand, spreading wider for me. She kisses me back just as fiercely, letting go of any reservations.
My rabbit wants this as much as I do.
More blood surges to my cock. I’m fully erect, balls tight and aching.
The same predatory instincts I’d used against Seung-min emerge, except for different reasons. I’m about to consume Monroe. Fuck her so mercilessly, I’m going to wreck her with pleasure.
“I want to see your gorgeous tits, Tokki-ya. Take off your shirt,” I order throatily, ripping my mouth from hers. My fingers massage her pussy, thumb rubbing her swollen little clit.
Monroe looks up at me dazed and flushed, breathing hard. Then she fumbles for the hem of the shirt she’s wearing—another long cotton t-shirt of mine—and wiggles out of it.
Her nude body is in full view for me to enjoy.
She’s a petite woman, but that doesn’t mean she has no curves.
It’s the opposite—Monroe is all delicate, supple curves, from how her teardrop-shaped breasts hang to where her slender stomach ends and her round hips begin.
Her mound is flat and decorated with a patch of trimmed curls, the outline of her vulva plump and erotic.
All bathed in delicious, sweet brown skin that’s beautifully exotic to a man like me.
I can’t resist touching her as my eyes scan the length of her. My rough, tattooed hands slide along the side of her torso and feel her delicate ribs beneath my palms. My mouth gravitates to one of her dark, puffy nipples. She arches into me, moaning in instant pleasure.
I run my tongue along the peak and suck at the soft mound of flesh. The nick I’d made on her breast the night in the alley has mostly healed, nothing more than a faint scratch mark. I let my tongue travel across it, peering at her with dark, hungry eyes as I do.
Monroe watches, mouth agape, brows knitted.
She loves having her breasts played with. Lightly sucked and bitten. Licked and groped. She writhes as I do all these things and more, leaving the pair gleaming with my saliva, her nipples swollen and stiff.
As my mouth descends across her stomach, she starts playing with them herself, tugging and pinching. Her hips buck against me impatiently.
But we’re going at my pace. I’m torturing her, sucking at her stomach, laving my tongue like an animal. My fingers return to her pussy, sliding inside, then out. I spread her wetness and circle her clit. It throbs at the merest touch. A few more rubs and she’d probably come like this.
That easily.
“You want to come?” I ask her, sucking at her hipbone.
“Y-yes please,” she stammers so politely, I almost laugh.
“Then roll over,” I command. “I want you on your stomach. How do Americans say it? Face down, ass up. Is that understood?”
“Wha… now?”
“Yes, now. Do it.”
She lets out a tiny, breathless squeak as she scrambles to roll over. She gets right into position like she had the first night we were together. Her hips lift and she pushes her ass back toward me. I watch as her small hands clutch at the comforter as if she’s preparing herself for what’s to come.
A satisfied grin comes to my face.
She’s truly the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen like this. But, as it turns out, I’m a greedy man, which means I want even more.
“Grab your ass cheeks, Tokki-ya,” I say. “Spread them open for me.”
“Jin,” she whines.
I slam my hand to her ass, spanking her hard and suddenly. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
I can feel her embarrassment as she reaches around and pulls her ass cheeks apart, showing me the most forbidden and intimate parts of herself.
The erotic brown folds spread and her juicy pink pussy opens only for me—and the little puckered hole I bet has never been penetrated or even pleasured.
Primal instincts take over. I’m no longer Jin, the disciplined and principled man always in check. I’m a hedonistic animal driven by primordial urges encoded in his DNA.
Monroe’s pussy is sweet and musky, dripping wet. So inviting that I bury my face in it with a long, ravenous swipe of my tongue.
“OHHH… YESSS!” she cries out. “Yes… eat my pussy... that feels so… ohhhh…”
One drop of Monroe’s pussy juices, and I know I won’t ever get enough. My tongue lashes at her soft, soaking pussy like I’m at a feast and she’s on the menu. I jam my hand inside my pants and stroke my throbbing hard cock as I do.
She’s not the only one on the edge of coming. I could come like this, with my face buried in her pussy. The feel of her is enough as she melts in my mouth.
I thrust my tongue inside her and lap away.
Her thighs quake and she grinds back against me. She moans into the comforter and begs me to keep going.
My tongue glides from the back to the front of her pussy, then back again. It travels up to the puckered hole and earns another yelp out of her when she feels it prodding at the tight, shriveled opening.
My name falls again and again from her lips. But she obediently holds her ass cheeks apart and lets me dine on her until she’s obscenely wet. Her whole pussy gleams, so bright, pink, and enticing against her smooth brown skin.
I have to pause and draw a breath to keep myself from coming. I’m so hard that no amount of fisting myself works. My cock throbs for the real thing.
To be buried inside Monroe’s pussy.