18. CHAPTER 18 #3
I pinch him harder than I should, just to swallow down more of his airy breath.
I wrap my hand around his waist, and squeeze.
A dizzy rush fogs my head at just how small he is in my grip.
I want to see him writhing beneath me, fucked out by how good I make him feel. But not now. Not yet.
I want to drag this all out for as long as I can stand it.
Until every morning he’s kneeling at my feet, staring up at me with his pretty eyes, begging me to take him.
To ruin him.
To show him what it means to be fucked by a man.
There won’t be a single surface of this cabin where I haven’t filled him to the brim…
Jin lets his whole body relax.
Then his hands are on the rug and I can feel him pulling against me.
Lithe and brazen, he pushes himself out from underneath me.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I ask as he props himself against the couch.
Without saying a word, he undoes the top button of his pajama shirt and slips it off over his head.
This is far from the first time I’ve seen him half naked, but the way his abs are tensing as he pants is sending me dumb. Then he cups his hand below my mouth, and I almost lose my mind altogether.
Spitting into his palm, I watch his hand disappear inside his pants.
His eyelids hood as he starts stroking. He’s trying so hard to keep looking at me.
Fed up with my curtained show, I reach out to tug his pajamas down.
I breathe out; "Fucking hell, Jin,” and move closer.
He tilts his head up so his nose rubs against the side of mine. “Is something wrong?”
“Where the fuck have you been hiding that?”
I feel him smirk against my lips. “Are you impressed?”
“Very impressed for such a little man,” I taunt.
“I told you not to call me that.”
“So what should I call you?”
“I don’t know. You’ll figure it out,” he tells me as he reaches up to grab onto the back of my neck.
“You’re so sexy.”
“Dirty old man.”
“You’re the one who’s hard over me.”
“Such a pervert.”
My hand slides up his chest to wrap around his throat.
Jin’s eyes roll back and his head falls to the couch.
“Is this why you pissed me off so much? Were you doing it on purpose?”
“N–no,” he huffs out. “I don’t like you hitting me.”
“But you liked this, didn’t you?” I squeeze tighter and his hips lift off the rug. “I’d say you’re the one who’s the pervert.”
“Only for you.”
I kneel up on either side of his legs so I’m towering over him and part of my weight is pushing against his windpipe.
He moans at the sight of me, and repeats; "Only for you.”
“That’s right, it’s only for me. You perverted little shit.” With a snarl on my face I push down my sweats and take out my dick with my free hand.
“Are you sure you really wanna do this?”
“Keep your mouth shut if you’re gonna say dumb shit like that.”
Taking my wrist, Jin pulls me away from his throat.
He brings my hand to his mouth and spits in my palm.
I try to pull it away, but he won’t let me.
“You’re gonna need more than that,” he tells me with the most authoritative glint in his eye. And I watch as he gathers all the saliva in his mouth, then gapes it open to let the spit drip off the end of his tongue.
“What the fuck did those cheerleaders teach you?”
“Nothing,” he grins, all fire and lust.
I spread Jin’s spit up and down my shaft. “So they were duds?”
“Don’t know.” He shrugs—languidly drawing his hand up and back along his insanely pretty dick. Perfectly even and straight and pink at the head.
I hum, and lick my lips; devouring the sight with an obsessive need. “So they never went down on you?”
“Nope.”
“So you did all the work?”
“Nope.”
My eyebrows push together, and I squeeze the couch cushion beside his head as I stroke harder. “So who fucked who?”
“No one.”
I double over—my forehead pushed against his. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“If it’s that I want you to be the first person to ever have me, then yes.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan, and slap my dick so I don’t come right this very second. Because everything he’s saying, the way he’s moving, the look in his eye—every goddamn thing he’s done since first touching me has been out of pure instinct.
I shouldn’t like this as much as I do.
I should be disgusted at myself for how much I want to taint someone so young.
So forbidden.
My best friend's little brother.
The kid who was always a thorn in my side but is now the owner of every bit of my demented attention.
I want to see him squirm.
I want to hear him scream.
I want him to beg me for everything I can give him, then demand even more.
“When did they start making virgins so perverse?”
“I guess I was just born this way.”
My weight falls to my elbow and my fingers slide into his curls.
I wrench his head to the side and kiss him while furiously pumping my cock.
Every time I break for air, Jin’s moans fill the cabin.
“By the time spring comes, you’re gonna be totally fucked. You know that, right?”
“What— ah… What d’you mean?” He stumbles over his words as his muscles tense and his strokes begin to focus solely on the head of his cock.
“It means that by the time you’re free to leave, you’ll already be so addicted to me that you won’t know anything but how good I make you feel.”
“Promise?”
“As long as you promise to always be this desperate for me.”
“Yes,” he gasps around the choked word. “I will be… I want everything.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
“No.” His rebuttal is like a slap, and I feel it all the way down to my balls. “I want you to break me, Eden van der Hart.”
Jin wraps his arm around my neck, pulling our bodies as close together as they can get in this position.
The head of my cock rubs against the head of his, and I almost collapse on top of him.
I’ve never been this turned on.
Not with Shawn.
Not with Marina.
Not when my tenth grade bio teacher hit on me at the worst dive bar in Broadrock.
It feels like every encounter I’ve had for the last twenty years has been leading up to this. Because hunched over Jeon Jintae, our cocks touching, and with his heady moans in my ear, I feel like all the loose strands and crossed paths of my life are finally lined up perfectly.
“I want you to coat my dick with your cum, Jin. And I wanna watch your pretty face while you do it.”
The only sound that comes out of his mouth is a weak, garbled groan. But he pumps harder, his eyes so heavily lidded they’re almost closed.
“That’s right,” I praise him, so close to the edge myself. “Do you wanna be covered with mine, too?”
He nods again, and with his brow furled and his bottom lip pinched between his teeth, he arches his back and lifts his hips from the ground.
I feel him spray against my knuckles first, then I let go completely to grip at his neck.
More splashes on my balls.
His body shakes underneath me.
His eyes close and his body goes limp.
I spot the cum on the back of my hand, and lean down to lick it up.
The second his taste hits my tongue, I’m coming.
Untouched.
All over his stomach, dick, and pajamas.
I hold his face in my hands.
My kiss breathes him back to life.
All four of his limbs are instantly encircling me like he’s scared I’ll disappear.
I rest back on my haunches, and he comes with me.
I don’t want to let him go any more than he does me.