21. Monroe
Jin groans as I kiss and lick my way down his lean, sculpted chest. I go slow, letting my tongue trace every line of definition and every drop of ink coloring his skin. No part of him is left untouched as I peer up at him and make sure he understands how badly I want him.
It’s late at night and neither one of us could sleep after our walk on the beach. Jin hasn’t been letting himself get much rest anyway. I figured there was one way I could put his mind at ease.
At least for a little while.
He tangles his fingers in my curls, his breathing labored. My lips have dropped a trail of soft kisses across his pelvis on the way to his dick, which juts proudly into the air. A clear bead of arousal leaks from the round, fat tip.
I chase the droplet with my tongue, catching it before it rolls the rest of the way down his length. Jin’s features tense as if he’s in deep pain.
I’m not sure he’s ever allowed himself to relax and let someone pleasure him like this before.
But I’m determined to treat him to some pleasure. It’s time he gives up a little control and lets me give him an orgasm.
He tastes so good. I lick the salt of his precum off my lips and moan at how delicious he is. I seal my lips over his dick and let him slide toward the back of my throat. He’s long and generously sized, almost too much to handle.
A growly noise rumbles out of him as I let him feel the muscles in my throat contract. He’s enveloped by the wet heat of my mouth and tortured by the slow massage of my tongue. But I’m torturing myself too—his velvet skin feels like heaven to touch and taste.
I let myself choke on him. He slides so far back that my gag reflex kicks into effect. More throat muscles contract, and his jaw pulls tight at how good it feels for him.
His once labored breathing is ragged and out of sync now.
Splotches of red spread across his skin. His veins strain and protrude and his grip in my curls prickles my scalp.
“Mmm… your dick feels so good in my mouth,” I pant when I finally come up for air. I’m heaving too, squeezing at his balls. “I can’t wait to taste your cum. I want to feel it down my throat.”
My tongue swipes out for another lick at his shaft. He immediately draws a sharp breath, his dark eyes trained on me and only me.
The heat in his gaze, the clench of his features and his muscles, all make me crazy.
My pussy is slick just from pleasuring him. I reach between my thighs and rub myself, letting him watch.
Sucking him back into my mouth, the suction is unbearable for him. My head bobs up and down until he’s so on edge, he needs to dominate. Fist in my hair, he starts fucking my face, no longer able to hold back.
I relax my throat, opening myself up to let him. He slides in and out faster and faster. He reaches the back of my throat, making me choke on him. The cords in his neck tauten. The sounds coming from him are thick and primitive—grunts, growls, guttural groans that make my pussy flutter.
Jin fucks my mouth like he fucks my pussy, showing no mercy, claiming it as his own. When he goes as deep as he can, he holds me in place ’til he can revel in the flex of my struggling throat muscles.
“Fuck, Monroe… I’m close… I’m about to fucking come,” he breathes heavily, then he drags me up for air. Only for a few seconds before he’s pushing me back down, and his long, throbbing, hot cock slides deep into my mouth.
I catch him by surprise. As he thrusts up into my mouth, I push against his thighs and pop myself free. Before he can react, I’m mounting him. Climbing confidently on top, I slip him inside me and rest my hands on his chest.
Jin goes from the heat of my mouth to the heat of my pussy. His head drops back as his longest groan yet reverberates out of him. My hips take the lead, gyrating back and forth on his dick, sliding him in and out of me.
I rock against him, heart pounding in my chest. I build up momentum, the motions driving him even closer than he was before.
He reaches for my thighs, his palms so large he grips them easily. He encourages me to go faster, taking him deeper.
The moment feels so natural between us. We’re shrouded in darkness with only the moonlight pouring in and a single flame from a candle flickering on the low table off to the side.
But we’ve come to know and understand each other so well, we welcome the seclusion. It only makes it more intimate. We’re off in some small house by the beach, enjoying each other’s bodies in the middle of the night.
There’s a fluttery pull deep within my belly. It matches the flutter my heart gives whenever I think of my feelings for Jin.
I felt a lot of guilt the first night we spent together. It felt like a direct betrayal of Eli. He had been my fiancé and the man I thought I would spend my life with. How could I sleep with a man who had not only marked me for death but took me captive?
I’ve come to realize… things change.
Sometimes beyond our control. Sometimes beyond our comprehension.
And when they do, we can’t predict how we’ll react or feel.
I never thought I’d meet a man like Jin, much less fall for him. But I also never thought Eli would die so unexpectedly, or that I’d wind up on the run from the mob in South Korea.
Life is truly a paradox of surprises. You simply have to learn to roll with those surprises when they come.
As unplanned as Jin and I are, it doesn’t change how I feel for him. I peer down into his dark eyes, both of us haloed by the silver moonlight in the otherwise shadowy room, and a shiver racks through my body.
This is real. This is, in its own twisted and unpredictable way, love .
I cry out as I ride him harder, undulating my hips and clenching my pussy. Jin supports me as I do, filling me with his long, pulsing length. I feel him in the deepest part of myself, all the nerve endings inside my pussy firing off.
But just as he fills me, I fit perfectly around him.
His jaw locks tight and his gaze bores into me. The energy he exudes is both thrilling and terrifying, like he desires me so much, it’s a fire that can quickly burn out of control.
I’ve learned this about Jin—he’s pure discipline and restraint until I’m involved. Then he burns like the deadliest, most reckless fire.
I’m his weakness. But also his greatest strength, giving him the spark he was missing.
Pleasure surges inside me. My gyrations become frantic. I’m rising then dipping like I’m riding a wild animal. Some kind of bull that bucks back against me. Still encouraged by Jin, he gropes my ass cheeks, then lifts me into a full bounce.
I’m bouncing on his dick. Every muscle in my leg and thighs ache, but it feels so good to impale myself on him, I keep going.
We only pick up the pace. He stretches me in the best, most amazing way.
But this is about his pleasure too.
I lean forward and plant a deep, hungry kiss on him. I brace my hands on either side of his head, still sliding my lower half up and down on his cock. His hands remain on my ass, helping me with each motion.
We kiss fiercely, sucking on each other’s tongue and panting into each other’s mouth. We’ve come to enjoy how sloppy and messy we can get during moments like this.
Nothing’s off limits as Jin licks the inside of my mouth and tastes himself on my tongue. I slip my fingers through his hair and squeeze my pussy in tortuous pulsing motions.
Jin growls in response.
He’s so agile, I’m dizzy within the half second it takes him to flip me over.
My back arches as he slams into me from behind. From this angle, I can feel him brushing up against my cervix. My fingers dig into the mats on the floor and I cry out as he takes me hard and fast.
The energy he’d been exuding earlier unleashes itself. It’s enough to overwhelm.
Jin is a force to be reckoned with. He fucks me roughly, pulling me up against him and biting my jaw. He pinches my nipples and turns my head for a heavy, tongue-lashing kiss. Lips parted and tongue out, he spits into my mouth and then pounds into me.
His fist tightens in my curls and he fucks me until I’m right on the edge of pain. Right on the cusp of so much pleasure, my tingling pussy’s about to explode.
We come almost as one.
I collapse on the mat, thighs propped wide and pussy swallowing his cock to the balls. He’s in deep; I’m almost split into two. He grunts as his cock thickens inside me, then his cum is rushing out of him.
It fills me up, leaking down the inside of my quaking thighs.
I collapse the rest of the way down on the mat. Jin drops beside me, rolling me over onto my side. He drags me toward him ’til our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. I fit perfectly in the hollow of his lean build.
“We got cum all over the mats,” I giggle.
He strokes his fingers along the curve of my cheek and leans close for a soft kiss. “We have the other mat to sleep on.”
“Until we get messy on that one too.”
“Can I help it if I can’t keep my hands off you?” He props himself up on his elbow, then swoops down for another kiss. Our fingers intertwine, his longer than mine as we join hands and lay close.
I’m still pulsing from my orgasm, my body so sensitive that even his heat makes me shudder. My brain is just as affected, thoughts muddled and fuzzy.
But I know one thing for certain.
“Jin, I want to stay with you,” I murmur, pressing my face into his warm, solid shoulder. “I know you said you were going to find a way to get me out of the country… but don’t. I want to explore this.”
“The mark?—”
“I know what the mark means. I know the Baekho Pa could find out I’m not dead. Maybe they already know. But I still want to stay with you. Don’t you want to be together?”
He frames my face in his hand and stares into my eyes so deeply, my heart flutters. “Yes,” he says simply. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in life.”
“Then… let’s be together. We’ll find a way.”
“There’s a lot to figure out. Enemies that will come?—”
“We can get through it. If we stick together. Promise me?”