Chapter Eight #3
My face heats and I open my mouth to tell him he’s disgusting but he’s already pulling my jacket off my shoulders, tugging it down my arms and tossing it onto the concrete floor.
My shirt follows, Hongjoong’s fingers working the buttons with impatience that has him nearly ripping the last two free before he shoves the fabric off me.
Then his hands go to my belt, undoing it with a sharp jerk, and he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my pants and underwear together and drags them down my legs in one motion, crouching to pull them over my shoes and off entirely.
I’m left bare on the hood of the car, the warm metal pressing against my back and ass as Hongjoong straightens up and pushes me down flat with a hand on my chest, then grips the insides of my knees and spreads my legs wide.
The air hits my exposed skin and I shiver, my cock already half-hard and filling rapidly under Hongjoong’s gaze, which has dropped between my legs to where the dark base of the plug is visible between my cheeks.
I can feel how wet I am, the hours of sustained stimulation having coaxed a steady flow of slick from my body that’s made a mess of everything down there, warm and slippery and humiliating in its abundance.
Hongjoong runs a single fingertip around the rim of my hole where it’s stretched tight around the plug’s base, tracing the junction of silicone and skin, smoothing through the slick that’s leaked out and pooled in the crease of my ass.
He circles slowly, pressing just enough to make my rim flutter against the plug, and my thighs start trembling, the sensation too much after hours of being on edge.
“Hongjoong,” I manage, my voice thin.
He doesn’t answer, just grips the base of the plug between his thumb and forefinger and pulls.
My breath catches as the plug starts to slide out, the narrower neck passing through easily before the widest part reaches my rim and forces it to stretch open again, a slow burning expansion that makes me grunt and grip the edges of the hood with both hands.
The thickest section drags through with agonizing slowness, Hongjoong clearly enjoying the show, then it clears my rim with a wet pop that echoes in the garage and my hole gapes open, clenching and unclenching around nothing, the sudden emptiness making me gasp.
I can feel the cool air against my insides, my rim too swollen and loosened to close fully, the vulnerability of it sending a hot flush crawling up my neck and across my chest.
Hongjoong makes a sound low in his throat, hungry, staring at the flutter of my loosened hole with an intensity that makes my cock jump against my belly.
He sets the plug aside on the hood with a wet click and then leans forward, and I expect him to line up and push inside me but instead his mouth finds the underside of my cock, his tongue dragging a slow deliberate stripe from the base all the way to the tip.
I jerk hard, my hips bucking off the metal, and then he opens his mouth and takes my entire length in one smooth descent, his lips sealing around the base, nose pressing against my pelvis, the wet heat of his throat engulfing me completely.
I let my head fall back against the hood with a dull thunk, panting up at the fluorescent lights as Hongjoong’s head starts to bob, his tongue working the sensitive underside of my cock with each upstroke, cheeks hollowing as he sucks.
At the same time his hand slides between my spread thighs and his fingers find my open hole, three of them pushing inside with no resistance at all, the plug having done exactly what Hongjoong intended.
My body accepts them easily, my walls slick and loose, and Hongjoong adds a fourth finger without pausing, spreading them wide inside me, stroking along my walls in slow deliberate drags that make my toes curl against the front bumper where my heels are braced.
The dual sensation is overwhelming, his mouth hot and tight around my cock while his fingers work me open from the inside.
I can’t keep still, my hands scrambling uselessly across the smooth hood for something to grip, my hips caught between pushing up into his mouth and grinding down onto his fingers.
Hongjoong seems to know exactly what he’s doing, building me with patient devastating focus, his fingers spreading and curling and pressing while his throat constricts around the head of my cock on every downstroke.
Then he presses all four fingers firmly against my prostate at the same moment he sinks all the way down, his nose flush against my skin, and his throat tightens around me in a deliberate swallow.
My entire body locks up and I keen, a high broken sound that bounces off the concrete walls as I come, my cock pulsing in the tight channel of his throat, my hips jerking off the hood in stuttering thrusts that Hongjoong rides out without pulling off.
He swallows around me, throat working steadily, taking everything, and doesn’t lift his head until the last aftershock has rolled through me and I’m lying spent and trembling on the warm metal, my chest heaving, my vision swimming with bright spots from the overhead lights.
I’m still floating, limbs heavy and tingling, when Hongjoong stands and I hear the rasp of a zipper.
I lift my head with effort and watch through hazy eyes as he pulls the front of his racing suit open and frees his cock, flushed dark and hard and leaking from the tip, the sheer size of him still making my gut clench every single time I see it.
He grips my hips with both hands and drags me down the hood until my ass is hanging off the edge, the metal scraping against my back, and then he lines the blunt head of his cock against my open hole and pushes inside in one long smooth thrust that buries him to the hilt.
I cry out, my back arching clean off the car, my hands flying up to grip his forearms where they’re braced on either side of me.
The stretch is easier than usual after the plug and the fingering, my body accepting him without the usual burn, but the depth is still staggering, still punishing, the head of his cock pressing against that spot deep inside me that only he reaches, and my vision blurs at the edges as my body tries to process the sensation of being so completely full.
“Fuck,” Hongjoong breathes, his head dropping forward, his damp hair falling across his forehead as he holds himself still inside me for a beat, his cock twitching against my walls.
Then he grips the backs of my thighs and folds me nearly in half, pushing my knees toward my chest, and starts to fuck me.
The hood of the car creaks and groans beneath us with every thrust, the suspension rocking, the whole vehicle shifting on its tires as Hongjoong drives into me with a force that’s fueled by two hours of pent-up adrenaline and whatever primal thing winning does to an alpha’s brain.
The sound of skin hitting skin echoes off the garage walls alongside my moans, which I’ve given up trying to muffle.
There’s no one to hear us and Hongjoong’s cock is hitting my prostate on every stroke with a relentlessness that makes coherent thought impossible.
My cock, still sensitive from the orgasm, twitches and fills again between our bodies, leaking against my stomach as Hongjoong pounds into me.
I come again with a strangled sound, my cock jerking weakly, barely anything left to spill, my hole clamping down around Hongjoong in rhythmic spasms that make him snarl through his teeth.
His thrusts go erratic, hips stuttering, and then I feel his knot start to swell at the base, expanding with each thrust, catching against my rim and forcing it wider until it locks inside me with a stretch that makes me gasp and clench around him involuntarily.
Hongjoong buries himself as deep as he can go and comes with a groan that reverberates through his chest and into mine, his cock pulsing in hot waves, filling me until I feel achingly full and stretched tight around the massive knot.
He braces himself over me on the hood, both arms shaking slightly, both of us panting hard, and then he leans down and kisses me.
Slow this time, deep and unhurried, his tongue sliding against mine with a tenderness that doesn’t match the brutality of the last ten minutes.
I can taste myself on his mouth, the salt of my cum mixed with sweat and Hongjoong.
He pulls back just enough to murmur against my lips, his breath warm on my skin, “Fuck, that’s better than any trophy or victory lap. ”
I should say something cutting. Something that puts distance between us, that reminds both of us what this is.
Instead my fingers curl into the front of his unzipped racing suit, gripping the stiff fabric, and I pull him back down.
“You’re a crazy bastard,” I say against his mouth, and then I kiss him again, the warmth that blooms fierce and undeniable in my chest is something I don’t have the strength to fight right now, locked together on the hood of a car, Hongjoong’s heart hammering against mine through the thin layer of his undershirt, his knot still buried deep inside me.