27. CHAPTER 27 #2
His dick hits my neck and chin as I run the tip of my tongue through the short black hairs that star in so many of my dreams. Moving lower, I bury my nose in them. They’re the only part of him that doesn’t smell like me. That, and his cum.
I turn my head ninety degrees and wrap my lips sideways around his shaft.
His hands fly towards my head, and he waits until I’m almost at the tip before me twists his hips and fucks into my mouth.
He’s so much bolder than he was on Christmas day.
Now there’s nothing he’s unsure of. If he wants me to suck him off, all he has to do is put his dick near my mouth.
I haven't said no once. Just like he’s never refused me when I grab him by the waist, force him against something, and stick my tongue down his throat.
Two men alone together really is a dangerous thing. Especially for their sanity. And especially if it turns out they love sucking cock as much as I do.
I still can’t get over how pretty Jin’s is; perfectly straight and even the whole way up with the crown the sexiest shade of pink.
Receiving is great, but there’s something about the way he moans whenever my throat contracts against his tip. Or how it feels to push him into my cheek and have him pop out past my stretched lips. And the veins—the way they pulse harder against my tongue the more worked up he is…
“For fuck’s sake,” he growls, driving up into my mouth extra hard when another text comes through, like he’s punishing me for Shawn’s inability to take a fucking hint.
My eyes are drawn to the brightness of my phone in the dimness of the morning, but Jin slaps my cheek.
“Stop worrying about her. I’m the one you’ll be tasting in a minute. ”
With my torso supported above the mattress by my forearms—my feet hanging off the end of the bed—I keep my eyes trained on him as he treats me as roughly as he wants.
But all too soon I’m losing focus when his abuse of my throat ratchets up a notch.
He’s not small, but he’s also not big enough to get a true deep throat going, but that doesn’t stop him from barging as far past my tonsils as he can.
I’m a gagging, spluttering mess within seconds; saliva dripping over my lips as my face reddens and my hands grip the sheets.
“Fuck, Hyung. You feel so good.”
I let go of the sheet and grab onto his waist.
I feel his back arch, and he thrusts up a final time.
His cum is hot in my mouth. I want to swallow it, but it’s too much after what he just put me through. So on its own, my throat fights back, and with several uncontrollable coughs, I splatter his stomach and legs with thick spit streaked with white.
With a dry, smug snicker, Jin tightens his grip and yanks my head up. “Do I really taste that bad?”
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and tell him; "No. But you’ve got three seconds to roll over,” then shift to the small set of drawers by the bed.
Jin spins onto his stomach as I grab the lube.
“Ass up.”
His hands slide beneath the pillow as he raises his hips. And when he arches his back to show me his cute little hole, I hiss and squeeze my shaft—digging in my nails in self flagellation for even thinking about how easy it would be to hold him down and tear his first time away.
I grab my phone and toss it beside me.
I push his legs together with my knees and straddle his calves.
Clicking the cap on the lube bottle, I let some drip down his ass crack and watch his body shiver.
With some extra on my hands, I coat my dick then drag my fingers over and around Jin’s hole.
It won’t be long.
I need to hold out just a little longer. Then we’ll be fucking so often there’ll be no need to prep him because he’ll always be ready.
Goddamnit, I’m disgusting. But it’s so hard not to be when he’s this perfect.
Shuffling forward, I lift my dick high, and let it slap down against his ass.
It looks so good I have to do it again.
After the second time, I push down on my cock with my palm to hold it in place, and start sliding between Jin’s ass cheeks.
The muscles of his back and arms tense as he counteracts my forward thrusts so I can go harder. It makes his waist look smaller, but he’s still so masculine—hard where he needs to be, and soft where it counts.
His ass really is something else.
His…
His…
“Fuck, Little One, you look so good from here.”
He turns his head on the pillow so I can see his face.
“Mmm. Good boy. You know how much I love it when I can see how pretty you are.”
Adding my other hand into the mix, I fuck against them both, and Jin’s ass, until I’m almost at the point of no return.
Picking up my phone, I open Shawn’s last message and quickly tap out, I told you it’s over, with one hand then hold it out to my side.
Pressing to start recording a video, I stare directly into the camera; my thrusts never wavering.
Watching myself on the screen, I pan lower to show Jin, but only from the waist down.
“What the hell are you doing?” he shouts, finally noticing.
“Shh,” I whisper, and stop recording.
He pushes up onto all fours. “You better not send that.”
“Too late.” I shrug and throw my phone out of his reach.
He tries to get away but I dig my fingers into one of his hips and force his head back into the mattress. “You don’t get to move until I’m finished.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I’m your asshole,” I snicker, and reach back so I can slip between his thighs.
He fights me the whole way, but it only makes it better.
The rest of the day will be hell for me, but it’s worth it.
If anything is going to shut that bitch up it’s seeing me with someone better.
“I’ve been dying to show you off for weeks.”
“You don’t touch me for ages, but this is what you don't have patience for?”
“That’s right. I’ve got someone better and I wanna let the whole world know.” My voice is growing more ragged the closer I get to the end.
“What if my parents see it? Or Tek?”
“You couldn’t see who you were.”
“So what’s there to show off?”
“Your perfect ass.” I slap him, then grab both cheeks and fuck his thighs like a madman. “The sheets’ll need washing,” I hiss—my back hunching.
“Wash them yourself.”
I brace myself with a hand between his shoulder blades. “Can’t. I need to go out today.”
“But it’s your fault.”
“And it’s your fault we’ve got no meat left.”
“Would you hurry up and finish so you can get the fuck off me?”
His current disdain for me is the last push I need.
I grunt, "Fuck you, you ungrateful little cunt,” and double over him completely. Then, in no more than five thrusts, I’m coming—my teeth sinking into the crook of his neck.
“You feral bitch!”
I hold him still. “You’re the bitch… Now tell me you’re sorry.”
“I want a whole block of chocolate.”
“Not until you say sorry.”
“But I’m not sorry.”
“You’re lucky I like it when you’re this riled up.”
“And you’re lucky I don’t know the combination to your lock box, you greedy prick.”