Chapter Three #4
His tongue drags a slow, wet stripe up the column of my neck and I shudder hard, my hands fisting the sheets behind me.
Hongjoong’s mouth moves lower, lips trailing down my throat to my collarbone, then further, his tongue flicking hot and wet across one nipple.
I hiss through my teeth as he laves at it, circling the sensitive bud with the flat of his tongue until it peaks hard, then moves to the other and gives it the same attention, sucking gently before releasing it with a soft pop.
He continues down my stomach, leaving wet trails that cool in the air and make goosebumps rise across my skin, his mouth tracing the ridges of my abs, the dip of my navel.
My breath catches hard when his mouth hovers over my cock.
It’s fully hard and leaking against my belly, the head flushed dark, and I can feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over it.
But he bypasses it entirely, his hands gripping my thighs instead, pushing them up and back toward my chest, folding me open.
He spreads my legs wide, his palms firm on the insides of my thighs, and I’m completely exposed, my slick hole clenching in the cool air of the bedroom.
I tense. “What are you doing?”
Hongjoong kneels on the floor between my splayed legs, his face level with my hole, and looks up at me from between my thighs. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, the hunger in them makes my stomach flip.
“I’m going to find out if you taste as good as you smell,” he says.
My face goes hot. “You don’t have to do that,” I start, because no client has ever done this for me, this is intimate in an entirely different way.
“Be quiet, Jae,” Hongjoong says, his voice dropping low. “I’m getting my money’s worth.”
His tongue swipes broad and flat across my hole and I arch violently off the bed, my spine curving up like a bowstring as a strangled sound comes out of my throat.
Hongjoong groans against me, the vibration traveling through the sensitive nerve endings and making my thighs shake, and then he licks again, slower this time, dragging the flat of his tongue from my perineum down over my hole in one long savoring stroke.
His thumbs dig into the meat of my inner thighs, holding them apart, keeping me spread open for him.
“Fuck, it’s sweet,” he mutters against my skin, and my face burns so hot I think I might actually combust.
Then he starts eating me out in earnest and I lose the ability to form coherent thoughts.
His tongue works over my hole in broad, greedy strokes, lapping up the slick that’s leaking out of me in a steady flow now, my body producing it faster than he can swallow.
He rims the tender pucker of muscle with the pointed tip of his tongue, tracing the rim in tight circles that make my toes curl, then presses flat against the opening and slurps wetly, the sound vulgar and loud.
His nose presses against my taint as he works, his breath hot and damp against my skin, and I can feel him groaning with every mouthful like he genuinely can’t get enough.
I gasp and let out a helpless, broken moan as his tongue spears inside me, pushing past the ring of muscle.
The sensation is overwhelming, hot and wet and searching, his tongue thrusting in and out of me as he fucks me open on it, curling against my walls, stretching me with patient, devastating thoroughness.
My hands fly to his hair and grip hard, fingers tangling in the blonde strands, I don’t know if I’m trying to pull him closer or push him away.
My hips are rocking against his face on their own, grinding down onto his tongue, chasing the sensation.
Hongjoong drives deeper, his jaw working as he angles his mouth and his tongue finds my prostate and flicks against it with an intentful, targeted pressure.
I come with a shout, my cock jerking untouched as I spurt cum across my own stomach and chest in hot streaks.
My hole clenches rhythmically around Hongjoong’s tongue, spasming tight as my whole body seizes and locks up, thighs clamping around his head.
He doesn’t pull back, just keeps licking me through it, gentler now, easing me down until the aftershocks fade and I’m lying boneless on the bed, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.
Hongjoong pulls back. His chin is slick and glistening, his lips red and swollen. He swipes his thumb through the mess of cum on my stomach, brings it to his mouth, and sucks it clean. His eyelids flutter and he groans low in his chest.
“God, it’s so good,” he says, like he’s tasting something he’s been craving for years and has only just gotten his hands on.
He stands and strips off his own clothes quickly, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside, shoving his joggers and boxer briefs down his legs and kicking them off.
His cock springs free, thick and flushed and already fully hard, the head slick with precum, and I can see the slight thickening at the base where his knot will form.
I lie there panting on the bed and get my first clear look at the tattoo.
It curls from his right arm up over his shoulder and wraps around his ribs in an intricate design, a stylized crane with its wings spread wide, surrounded by camellia flowers rendered in blacks and greys with touches of deep red.
His family name is inked in traditional characters alongside the crane, the brushstroke-style lettering stark against his skin.
“That’s new,” I manage through my labored breathing.
Hongjoong glances down at the ink and snorts. “It’s not, really. Got it years ago.” He leans over me, one hand braced on the mattress beside my head, and his expression hardens beneath the arousal. “But you wouldn’t know that, would you? Since you ghosted me.”
The words have exactly the impact he means them to.
I can hear the wound underneath the casual delivery, can see it in the tight set of his jaw, the way his eyes hold mine without blinking.
He took my disappearance personally. It hurt him.
The resulting guilt that curls through my chest is hot and suffocating because he doesn’t know why I left, doesn’t know what I was hiding, doesn’t know that every day I spent away from him was a day I spent looking at his face anyway, reflected back at me in miniature from across the breakfast table.
Before I can respond his hands close around my ankles and he drags me sharply to the edge of the bed.
My ass hangs off the end, my legs spread wide, and Hongjoong steps between them, gripping his cock and lining the fat head up against my slick, fluttering hole. He pushes in with one vicious thrust.
I cry out, my head tossing back against the mattress as he splits me open in a single stroke.
The stretch is searing and relentless, his cock forcing me wide around him, and my nerves shriek as my body scrambles to accommodate the sheer size of him.
My cock twitches and leaks against my belly, a fresh pulse of slick easing his way as he bottoms out with a grunt.
He curls forward over me, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me up against his chest so that my back arches off the bed, my face pressed into the crook of his shoulder.
His mouth finds the side of my throat, tongue licking the sweat-damp skin as he starts to move.
“Your scent is driving me fucking crazy,” he groans against my neck, his hips snapping forward in a hard, deep thrust. “I’ve been dreaming about this tight hole for the last two days.
” Another thrust, harder, and I whimper against his shoulder.
“Waking up hard and aching, remembering how you squeezed around my cock.”
He nips at the sensitive skin below my ear, teeth scraping, and his voice drops to a rough murmur. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
Then he starts to pound into me in earnest.
Each thrust is deep and punishing, his hips driving forward with enough force to shove me up the bed, and I cling to his shoulders with both hands, my nails digging into the tattooed skin of his back.
I can’t contain the sounds spilling out of me, moans and sharp gasps and wordless cries.
His cock hits deep with every stroke, splitting me open over and over, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room alongside my voice and his harsh breathing.
I come again with blinding force, my hole spasming tight around him, cum painting both our stomachs in hot streaks.
Hongjoong snarls against my throat and shoves me flat against the mattress with a hand splayed across my chest, pinning me down as his thrusts turn erratic and brutal, chasing his own release.
I know what’s coming and I still shriek when his knot starts to swell, expanding at the base of his cock and forcing me impossibly wider with each thrust until it catches on my rim and locks, sealing us together.
Hongjoong comes inside me with a gutted groan, his cock pulsing deep as he fills me with hot cum until I feel achingly full, stretched tight around the massive knot lodged inside me.
We stay like that for a long time. Both of us trembling and panting, Hongjoong’s weight heavy and warm over me, his cock still twitching inside me with the aftershocks. His face is buried in my neck and I can feel his heartbeat hammering against my chest, gradually slowing as the minutes pass.
When his knot finally softens and he pulls out, I barely have time to feel the sudden emptiness before his hands grip my hips and flip me over onto my stomach. My muscles protest the movement and I make a sound of complaint into the pillow, my body aching and oversensitive.
Hongjoong’s palm cracks across my ass, hard enough to sting and leave a hot pink print on my skin. I jolt and hiss.
“Be quiet,” he says, there’s laughter in his voice alongside the command. “I’ve got a long time of not being able to knot to make up for, and I intend to make the most of having an omega who can take me.”
I turn my face to the side so my voice isn’t muffled by the pillow. “You’re out of your mind.”
Hongjoong laughs, and then his hand comes up and pushes the damp hair out of my face with a gentleness that contradicts everything else about this moment.
His fingers brush my temple, tuck a strand behind my ear.
Then he grips my hips and hauls them up off the mattress, positioning me face down with my ass in the air.
“This is why I made sure you had dinner first,” he says, lining himself up against my swollen, cum-slick hole. “You’re going to need the energy.”
He pushes back inside me and starts to pound again, and I bury my face in the pillow and hold on.