CHAPTER 23 #2
I lift one hand and trace my fingers across my lower stomach. Right over the slight bulge that’s pulling all his focus.
“Do you like that?” I ask.
His lips part, and his breath shakes.
“You can touch it.”
It’s hesitant, at first, the way he reaches for me, his fingertips ghosting over my skin.
I press his hand flat, then lift before slamming myself back down with more force, my cock slapping between us.
“Fucking hell,” he stammers, throwing both our hands aside so he can grab my waist.
Holding me still, he tilts himself back, then we both watch as the bulge grows and my dick jumps until I can’t take it anymore, my head falling limp.
I whimper, “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”
Tek raises me up, then fucks up into me as he slams me back down.
My back arches further.
“Fuck… Look. Look at what you’re doing to me.”
“Not bad for such a small dick.”
“So perverted. Getting off on stretching me like this.”
“I don’t hear you complaining.”
My smile sharpens, and I try to look at him.
My thighs tremble, and I know I’m only able to hold this position because Tek is supporting me.
His arms flex and he rocks up into me.
Each thrust is heavy, calculated, and deliberate.
He wants me to feel every inch and pulse running through the length of his cock as it splits me open.
Raw and wet moans spew out of me, and the walls of the van are too small to contain them.
It rocks with every slap of our bodies.
I’m losing it.
My sanity is elsewhere.
My arms start to shake.
On his next powerful thrust, my elbows buckle and my shoulders fall to the bed. But he doesn’t stop.
Tek raises up from his haunches to kneel so he can fuck into me more freely.
My shoulders and arms are the only parts of me not in the air—not being supported by Tek’s hands on my waist, or cock in my ass.
I can't believe how much more I want him with each passing second, like he’s re-writing my entire personality one strike of his savage cock at a time.
This has moved beyond a dream. It’s an alternate reality, one where I’ve given my body over to be used by the man I’ve had a secret crush on for eight years.
My balls slap against him with every thrust.
My dick bounces against my own stomach.
I can feel drops of pre cum splashing against me.
“Spit… Sp—spit on me,” I beg like a bitch amidst the onslaught.
A thick wad of saliva splatters against the underside of my shaft.
I hiss at how fucking sexy it is, then furiously start pumping my cock.
“Goddamn, why is that so hot?” Tek heaves.
“Because you want it so badly… All of this… Me… Us together…”
“Shit… Carey. Keep—keep talking.”
“Isn’t this so much better than a random hook up?”
“God… Yes.”
“Because we know we shouldn’t.”
“We really, really shouldn’t.”
“Tell me I was worth the wait, Oppa.”
I don’t know what the fuck kind of noise he makes, but in less than a second Tek's arm is wrapped around me, his chest is bearing down on mine, and he’s literally fucking me into the mattress.
He’s got stamina in spades.
He’s half growling, half mewling with every deep thrust. But I can see in the tension in his neck that he won’t break—not until I do. So I pull both legs up as far as I can against my chest, and pump myself faster.
“Did you ever think it would be this good?”
“No… N—never.” His back hunches, he can barely hold his head up anymore.
“Look at me.”
“I can’t.”
I grasp his neck, just below his jaw, and push him off me enough that I can see him. “Why not?”
A deep shudder rattles through him. “Because I’ll…”
My fingers dig in and I feel his pulse against my palm. “Because..?”
“I’ll come.”
“So come,” I say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“But what about you?”
I look at him with the devil in my eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you, old man.”
“Fuck you.” He smirks down at me.
“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing?”
He pulls back and rams forward with extra force. “You really are perfect.”
My body jars beneath him. “Am I?”
“You are.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“See? So much better than random. So much better because we know we shouldn’t.”
Tek presses my head into the mattress with the force of his lips. “Say it again.”
“We shouldn’t… be doing this,” I tell him between thrusts.
“But I can’t stop… Not now I know what it’s like to have you.”
“I wouldn’t let you… Even if you wanted… You’re mine, Jeon Wootek.”
“Yes! Again.”
“You’re mine.”
“Fuck! Carey, I’m gonna come.”
With urgency, I push him back. “Pull out. Do it on me.”
“Why?”
“Because your cum shouldn’t be wasted inside a rubber.”
He tears his cock from within me and I feel an emptiness I never thought I’d have the need to explain.
I clench around nothing, but keep pumping my dick because I’m about to blow as well.
Tek rips off the condom. “Where d’you want it?”
“On my—my stomach,” I pant out, watching as his pupils blow out completely.
He really didn’t ever stand a chance.
Seconds from the end, I arch my back off the blankets and run my free hand down my torso. “Coat me with it. Make me even prettier.”
Tek straddles my thigh; lining himself up before aiming at my skin.
It hits in three white-hot spurts, splattering up the line between my piercing and my sternum.
His expression is pure violence, like he’s never let himself lose so much control before, and now that he has, he’s not sure if he’ll be able to reign it back in.
I pump frantically, needing to come while his eyes are still glued to me.
“F—fuck!” I curse, my vision blurring as my own cum criss-crosses his.
Tek collapses beside me.
We both gasp for air.
My body feels pinned down by the weight of what we just did.
There’s no guilt—not from me—just raw, pounding relief.
“Look at what we did,” I say, and drag my lethargic fingers over my stomach, mixing us both together and smearing it up onto my chest.
Tek is on me before I can even blink.
His face is primal and needy as he runs his tongue over my chest.
“So gross,” I say, but I fucking love it.
“You said it shouldn't be wasted.” He does it again, lapping at my skin and swallowing everything he finds.
Mine or his, it doesn’t matter. This man might fuck like a demon, but he’s a sub through to the marrow of his bones.
As he moves lower, I watch when he hesitates at my belly button.
The tip of his tongue flicks my piercing.
I grab the back of his head and lift my hips so his face buries into me.
The way he shudders against me has my balls tightening all over again, so I push him off of me.
He looks at me in awe.
“You’re one-hundred percent the pervert,” I tell him, then lean in to lick the mixture of cum from the tip of his nose.