21. CHAPTER 21 #2
His other arm is supporting both our weight as his dick pistons between my thighs—his kiss as violent as his thrusts.
“E–Eden…”
“What is it, Little One?”
“You s–said you’d make me feel good, too.”
Air hisses past his teeth as he takes a deep breath in. “I’d hate how desperate you are if it didn’t make my dick so fucking hard.”
“I’m sorry,” I lie.
“No, you’re not.”
As Eden pushes off the steps, I relax my legs so he can slide from between them. With both of his feet on the floor, he offers me his hand as I turn around. Once I’m facing him, I’m the one who’s looking down; naked, covered in oil from my waist to my knees.
Not allowing me to step down, Eden scoops at my underarms and lifts me.
I hate it—but also, I don’t.
I wrap my legs tightly around him.
One of his hands snakes up my back and into my hair to guide me forward and back against his lips.
“I can’t say I ever thought I’d like the feeling of a dick against my stomach,” Eden tells me as he holds our foreheads together. “But I like the feeling of yours.”
Once more, his words send me dizzy.
“Do you want more?”
I eagerly nod my head because I can’t do anything else right now.
Keeping the arm he has wrapped around my waist where it is, the hand Eden had in my hair is now traversing my lower back.
Lower and lower he goes until he’s reaching beneath my ass.
His middle finger is back, circling, teasing. With time he applies enough pressure that I think he’ll push inside, but he never does.
When I’ve given up hope that he’ll give me anything else, I lean my head forward against his shoulder.
“I hope you’re not giving up now.”
“I can’t handle you teasing me like this.”
“Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Yes, but— ahhh .” My hips jerk again.
“But what?”
“It’s not enough.”
Eden tilts his head back so he can look at me properly. “You wanna come already?”
“Yes— ahhh. Stop it! You’re driving me insane.”
“And why is that a bad thing?”
“Because I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you through the window. I need you to make me feel good—just like you promised. So then you can use me as hard as you want without having to worry.”
“My god, you’re perfect,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me again. “Now, look at me, okay?” I nod just enough that he knows I heard him. “Don’t you dare take your eyes off me.”
I nod bigger this time, and the pressure against me grows stronger until—"Holy shit!” —he’s back inside me; his finger as deep as it will go.
My eyelids are so heavy they’re almost closed, but I don’t disobey my orders to keep looking.
“Fuck, you’re pretty.”
Eden’s kissing me again.
Each time he slides his finger out to the first knuckle, he hooks it against the inside of my rim like he’s trying to stretch me.
“It’s surprising how good this feels, isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh… But… how d'you?”
“I told you my ex was a freak.”
“I didn’t think you meant…” Forming every sentence is like torture, and as soon as I’ve said enough, I give up.
“I fucked her in the ass… And I let her fuck me.”
“Holy shit,” I exhale like all the air is being punched out of me.
“You’re thinking about fucking me, aren’t you?”
In all honesty, the concept had never entered my mind until this very second. “I’d um… I’d like to know how it feels, but…” I hang my head, suddenly bashful despite all we’ve done so far.
Eden pushes my face back up with his nose. “Tell me, Little One.”
“I don’t want… I don’t think I ever wanna be in control.”
“We’re only in this position because you wanted it.”
“But I’m still in your hands. I don’t want to have to think. I just wanna feel good, and know you feel good because of me.”
“So what happens if I just wanna lie back and watch you impale yourself on my cock?”
“Then you need to tell me to do it. Demand me to. Threaten me with a beating if I don’t.”
“Were you made just for me?”
I wrap my arms even tighter around his neck. “I think so.”
“I think so, too.” He laps at my lips, kisses me softly, then completely pulls out of me so I scowl at him. “Mmm. I like Jintae the brat.”
“And I like Daddy Eden.”
“Uh–uh. There’ll be none of that.”
“Why not?”
“Because with our age gap, it makes me feel… gross.”
“But calling me Little One doesn’t?”
He smacks my backside. “That’s right.”
“That doesn’t make an ounce of sense.”
“Does any of this?”
“Just shut up, and kiss me,” I say, nerves suddenly consuming me because of how he might act. But Eden smiles wide, bearing his teeth. It’s predatory, and it’s hot.
“That’s your one chance.” He‘s back at my hole, and as he holds the same expression, I can see in his eyes that he’ll happily deny me. “Now beg me for it.”
I shake my head. “Put me down.”
“Don’t defy me.”
“I’m not in the mood anymore.”
“Your cock says otherwise.”
“Maybe I don’t like having to beg for what I was already promised.”
Eden lowers his hands to grip around my thighs, then slams me against the outside bathroom wall. My head cracks back against it, but I smile at him with the same devilish grin he just gave me.
“Do you want me to choke you out again?”
“Will you do it properly this time?”
Seeing the fire start burning inside him again, I stare him down and purposely hold it until I see his anger rise higher and higher, then I let my head loll to the side and push my brows together in fake desperation. “Please, Eden. I can’t stand it anymore. I need you. Please, please make me come."
“You’re lucky I want you so much.”
“Really?” The farce starts to slip. “It’s not just because I’m the only one here?”
“There are plenty of people I wouldn’t fuck even if they were the last hole on earth.”
“If you really wanna fuck me, I’ll let you. Right now.”
Eden growls, his right hand leaving my thigh to grope my ass. Then he knocks the wind out of me, and I gasp so loud my eyes start to water. “That's only two fingers, Little One. You’ve got a lot more work to do before you can take me.”
My eyes roll as Eden draws out.
Slower this time, he pushes back in.
There’s no sting. Just goodness.
“Faster.”
It only takes thirty seconds before his palm is slapping against me.
“Can I have more?”
“You think you can handle it?”
“Uh–huh. I don’t care if you make me cry.”
“You might regret saying that.”
“I don’t care.”
My stomach clenches when I feel him pull out. A third finger starts massaging tight circles, then, with no more warning, he sinks all three inside me with no time to adjust.
My head slams against the wall with more force than when Eden threw me here.
“You asked for it.”
“I know, it’s just… Why does it feel so good?”
The look of pride on his face makes my dick twitch between us. “I haven’t even got there yet.”
There’s no pulling back this time.
There’s scooping, and digging and—“FUCK!”
“That’s right.” His face matches mine as he flicks the same spot.
“Oh, god! Eden… Oh, god,” I pant like a damn mess.
“Hold onto my shoulders and loosen your legs.”
I do the best I can to cling to him, but my coherence is fading.
There’s a heaviness against my chest as Eden holds me still, then I feel his body slide down against mine.
Then he rises again—rubbing his abs against the underside of my shaft.
“Keep looking at me.”
It’s so much harder now.
So many overwhelming things are pulling me in every direction.
New.
Mind altering.
The hair not stuck to Eden's sweaty skin moves with my breath.
I can see his tattoo. That stupid black widow.
When did it become sexy?
His fingers are so deep—playing me like a fool.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I babble, totally dumb.
“You close?”
I can’t answer. I’m barely even holding on to him anymore. And that's when he stops flicking, and presses, like I’m an elevator button and the damn thing won’t come fast enough.
“Yes!” I cry out, my voice rumbling from within with no intention behind it.
All reflex.
All instinct.
All consuming.
He presses, and presses, and presses, until—
“Ah– fuck! I’m coming!”
“From here?” he asks quickly, and flicks inside me. When I nod, he tears his fingers out and takes a step away from the wall. With only my shoulders leaning back against it and my cum smeared between us, Eden wraps his hand around my cock and starts pumping.
My arms fall limp.
I have nothing more to give. But still, he keeps working me.
He knows how good it feels.
He’s teaching me what he can do.
He’s allowing me to fade because he knows I’m safe in his hands.
“You’re almost there again, aren’t you?”
Suddenly, my eyes shoot open and my hands slap against Eden's chest. With my nails digging in and my feet flexing, my mouth drops open, and, as I look straight at the man who has already become my undoing, I come for a second time.
Thicker, more opaque, and a hell of a lot more of it splashes against our chests, my chin, and his lip.
His tongue darts out to clean it, and I’m done for.
Stepping back to me, Eden guides my head to rest against his shoulder, and walks me to the kitchen bench where he lays me down.
Keeping hold of my legs, he pushes them back together and holds them straight up.
He twists me so I’m on an angle, then puts both my feet over one of his shoulders and tugs me to the very edge of the bench.
Wrapping an arm behind my slightly bent knees so he can hold them tightly together, he quickly shoves his dick back between my weary thighs.
“Goddamn,” he curses as he pushes through as far as he can go. And within seconds, he’s pounding through me to the hilt with no signs of slowing.
It doesn’t take long for his other arm to circle my thighs and force them even tighter together. Then he’s jarring my body, jerking me forward.
I’m like a rag doll.
There’s so little strength in my body I’m struggling to keep my head still.
“That’s right, just lie there and take it. I’ve got you so fucked out, you couldn’t stop me even if you wanted to.”
His words are harsh, but they sound so sweet.
“God–fucking–damnit, Jin. What the hell have you done to me?”
Through my post–cum stupor, I smile.
There’s no clarity for me. No epiphany as to why it makes me feel so good to have him treat me this way. I just know that I came harder than I ever have in my life, and that my lower back will be purple when I wake up tomorrow from how hard Eden is slamming me against the edge of the counter.
His face is almost completely obstructed by his hair.
The octopus tattoo that spans most of his lower stomach is covered with so much oil it looks like it’s wet.
The squelching slap of our skin.
The bang of my body against the wood.
Eden’s animalistic grunts.
The mushrooms on the counter beside me.
The fish in the sink.
His dirty clothes, and my clean ones in a pile on the floor.
Everything in the entire cabin is coated with a thick layer of us.
“Where do you want me to come?” There’s a sense of desperation in his voice. “Hurry up. Your ass, your stomach—”
“My face.”
Eden pauses, but it’s quick. Then, in a flash, he drops my legs, reaches behind my neck, and pulls me off the kitchen bench.
On my knees at his feet, I lean back against the cupboard, and look up to see Eden furiously pump back and forth along his big, thick, pink cock.
His forearm and abs tense.
His range of motion tightens in towards the tip, and I gape my mouth open and stick out my tongue.
“Oh, fuck.” He leans over me to grip the counter. “You wanna taste it?”
“Yes, please.” I grin up at him.
With a final stroke, Eden hunches over me and aims for my mouth, but ends up painting my chin as well. And I revel in it, tonguing it against the inside of my cheeks. It makes me feel sexy. It’s bitter, but nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be.
Then an almost annoyed growl comes from Eden, and I pale—embarrassed by how obvious it is what I’m doing.
Ashamed, I hang my head to swallow it, but Eden digs his fingers between my lips to pry my jaw open and scoop inside my mouth.
Saliva streaked with cum floods out over my tongue to my chin, and what’s on his fingers, he smears down the center of my face.
The same hatred I saw the day I arrived flashes across his face, and he slaps me so hard my head spins to the side. “Say, thank you, the next time I bring home dinner.”