Chapter Seven #4
When I open my eyes, his reflection is staring at me deeply—I barely see the lights from outside.
His cheeks are pink, and he has a satisfied look on his face.
Our shoulders rise and fall with heavy breaths.
I slowly lower him down until his feet touch the floor.
My dick slides out of his heat as I brace my forearm above his head on the window.
He lets out a breathless, contented sigh that does terrible things to my hopeless heart. My eyes fall, and my hand lands on his ass, thumb brushing his entrance. It makes his legs tremble. “Push out. I want to see my load dripping down.”
He smirks. White-ish slick pours from his hole, making my sated dick twitch painfully. The sight almost makes me roar with smugness. I made him like this.
I seize him around the waist, flipping him over, and force him back over my arm to take his mouth ruthlessly, swallowing his cry of surprise.
Aki melts into my arms for a moment, lips parting under my assault.
My hand moves on his ass, sliding a finger on his crack to feel the wetness there.
Then his teeth dig into my lip, and one leg comes up to wrap around me and reel me in closer, between his thighs.
I feel his erection against my leg, and the desire to have him inside my mouth comes up again.
“Hop on the table,” I order him, pulling back.
He raises a brow at me, but does what I say. I like the obedient Aki.
“Are you sore?” He doesn’t look in pain, but he should use some soothing cream later.
“Who wouldn’t be after taking the whole elephant’s junk?” He winks smugly.
“Again with the Dumbo absurdity?” He’s ridiculous.
He’s sitting, leaning back on his arms, palms flat on the table. All welcoming and hot.
“Dumbo is only a child. I compared your giant cock to his dad’s. Get your facts straight.”
I suck his tongue to shut him up before kneeling down on the floor and doing the same to his cock.
“Oh fuck!” he gasps.
The taste of his jizz makes me groan as I easily take him down my throat. He hisses. His fingers suddenly tear out my ponytail holder, and he tosses it aside, forcing the long tresses down over my shoulders, just to get a handful to guide my mouth.
My eyes focus on his parted lips and reverent gaze as he keeps bobbing my head.
He can’t seem to stay submissive for too long, his bossy-self fights to emerge.
The feel of his palm cupping my left side makes me tighten my throat around him, as I remember just now about my scars.
I usually don’t take my clothes off and try to keep my hair down when I hook up with someone.
But Aki has the ability to make me forget about everything else.
I twist my tongue around the tip every time he pulls out and then flatten it to stroke the underside of his length when he thrusts back in.
“Damn, River. How are you so good at this?” His grip on my hair tightens, and I see a gleam of annoyance in his eyes.
My hand goes between his legs to massage his balls, while the other moves up his torso to his nipple, flicking the bud, pinching it, rolling it between my fingers.
His breaths turn ragged, his thrusts desperate until he screams my name and then comes over my tongue.
I gulp all of it down, sucking harder on the head to draw more out.
When he stops trembling, I lap at his dick until it’s clean.
Those fingers in my hair have turned gentle, massaging my scalp deliciously.
I place my face on his thigh for a moment, and he starts caressing my cheek.
“These crotchless panties are…interesting.” I pull on the lace.
He gives me a lazy smile. “I bought them from your brother’s website,” he reveals, arching toward the ceiling to put them on display even more.
“What?” Joel’s?
“Yep. Your lil’ bro has a knack for men’s panties,” he adds.
I thought Joel only personalized pieces. I had no idea he also sold this kind of lingerie.
“He certainly does.” This pair looks fucking sexy on Aki.
I stand up and tuck my half-mast cock inside my pants before lifting Aki in my arms bridal style.
“Where are you taking me?” He lets his head fall back, arms dropping down, deadweight style. The fucker.
“To bed.”
I walk into my bedroom and toss him unceremoniously on the mattress before going into the bathroom. When I come out, I have the soothing cream in one hand and a damp cloth in the other. Aki is flailing his arms and legs, as if he’s trying to make a snow angel on my sheets.
“Here,” I throw him the cream. He catches it, and after looking at it, he tosses it back to me and turns on his belly.
“You do it! My hour of slaving has passed. It’s back to reality, my bunny.”
I’m not going to dignify him with a reply. I’m about to turn around and leave to take a shower when he spreads his ass cheeks to give me a better look at his hole. Hell, but it’s pretty. How can a hole be pretty? I don’t fucking know, but Aki’s is.
Sighing my surrender, I sit on the bed and use the cloth to clean my cum off his thighs and crack.
This position is damn erotic. I quickly feel the urge to dirty him up again; I like to see him covered in my seed or sporting my mark—the one I made on his neck is turning dark purple.
For once, I’m not the only one. He always leaves teeth marks on me—my cheek, fingers, and pecs are his favorite biting places—tonight my forearm as well.
I apply the cream on the reddish pucker and then slide the tip of my middle finger inside, lingering more than I should when his loose ring of muscle sucks me in smoothly. If I make a move on him, would he let me fuck him again?
His muffled moan gives me the answer.
“You know what would make this moment perfect?” he asks, as I finish with the cream and move back to the sink to wash my hands.
He pouts before exclaiming, “Ice cream!” He looks like a puppy wagging his tail. I stifle my smile at how annoyingly cute he can be sometimes.
“In the freezer,” I tell him, opening the window before lighting a cigarette. The cold air hits my face as I hear noises coming from the kitchen.
When Aki comes back, he sits on the bed with a large cup of matcha. “How can Joel like pistachio? That’s crazy talk.”
I grunt. “Your obsession with ice cream in every season is what’s crazy.”
“Oh really? Then why do you keep my favorite flavor inside your freezer? Enabler!”
“There’s strawberry fudge too.” I take a long puff from my cig, smoking after sex is the fucking best.
“I saw it, you blasphemous bunny!” He sniffs as he digs in. The most alluring moans come from him as he keeps sucking on that damn spoon. I should be used to them, but they still make my cock stiffen, and I’m forced to adjust as I throw the cigarette out of the window.
When I turn toward him, his eyes fall on my tented sweats before lifting back to mine. I can recognize the expression he makes when he’s getting horny now, see the desire quickly forming on his face.
“Want to taste some…sir?” He raises the spoon toward me, knowing exactly what hearing that word from him does to me. The sudden impulse to claim him, to secure ownership over him makes my blood boil.
I slowly stalk his way, following the rushed beating of my heart.
When I reach the bed, my fists land on the sheets as I bend down.
Ignoring the spoon, I go for his mouth instead.
I plunge my tongue inside, forcibly enjoying all that sweet bitterness directly from his lips.
He whimpers, and then wraps his legs and arms around me, yanking my body flat on top of him while responding to the kiss with passionate abandon.
I spend the next hours worshipping his body and filling his holes with warm cum.
A nagging, uncomfortable feeling keeps knocking at my consciousness as I slowly open my eyes. I need to blink a few times before I can actually see my bedroom ceiling. I’m hot. So fucking hot.
I try to kick the blanket off me, but I hit something hard instead.
I look down, and Aki’s red and black hair is all I see.
He’s half sprawled on me. His head is on my chest, arm thrown around me, both legs between mine, our bodies flush against each other.
His skin feels soft and warm, the smell of sex and osmanthus fills my nose.
Will I be able to get his smell off my sheets? Will I get used to sleeping alone again?
We must have fallen asleep after all the fucking. My dick aches—need to use that soothing cream on me this time. I lost count of how many times I came. I feel drained and oddly refreshed.
Craning my neck, I check the clock on top of the dresser. It’s still early.
His heat surrounds me, and a pleasant flutter takes up residence in my chest as he keeps uttering sleepy noises. My palm finds its way to the nape of his neck, and I thread my fingers into his tousled hair.
His body tenses but after a moment, he hums happily, “Mm.” He stretches, remaining on top of me and tilts his face up. He looks adorably disoriented, hair sticking up in all directions, a sleepy look of confusion on his face.
“What time is it?” His groggy voice is sexy.
“Five a.m.”
“I need more sleep,” he mumbles, his breaths feel heavy on my skin as he snuggles even closer.
I smile and drag my fingers through the locks on his nape.
“Love your hair,” I say out loud after a while, thinking he’s out again.
But he whispers softly, “When we met…that fuck-off sign on your forehead…is what did me in. The best thing I’ve ever done in my life was…taking you with me.”
A snore then comes out of his lips, letting me know he fell asleep again.
Fuck Aki. Why are you doing this to me?