Chapter 13 #2
I don’t respond immediately, because I seem to have forgotten every basic biological function as soon as those words came out of his mouth. Not only do I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend who wants to have sex with me. Right now.
He hops off the counter, a very pleased expression on his face, as he seems pretty smug with what he’s done to me. “Kija. Don’t keep me waiting.”
“No. I mean, yes.” I shake my head a little, like that will get the blood flowing in the right direction again. “No, I won’t keep you waiting. Yes, we can… yeah.”
Sun pulls his shirt up over his head, then lets it fall to the floor as he pivots with a coy smile, taking a few steps toward my bedroom. “Come with me.”
I follow him, practically in a trance, watching as he slips his pants down over his hips and kicks them off just outside the door.
He steps into the room, disappearing out of my sight line for just a moment, and I see another article of clothing come flying my way.
I catch it and instantly realize I’m holding a pair of black briefs, which means he is naked.
The shudder that runs down my spine is almost violent, propelling me forward even faster.
“Fuck,” I breathe as I take in the sight of him, on his hands and knees on my bed, the perfect curves of his ass in the air as he opens the drawer of my nightstand. Completely on display for me, he looks like a feast. I want to devour him. “Sun…”
He glances over his shoulder. “Get naked.” Smirking, he adds, “Please.”
I’m moving on autopilot, tugging my shirt and pants off immediately.
Anything that will let me touch him quicker.
Socks get thrown across the room into the general vicinity of my hamper, but I decide my own underwear can wait.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slip my arm around his waist, bringing him into my lap again, letting my gaze drop slowly down his body.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks, his own fingers trailing over his nipples.
“You know I do,” I growl, kissing him roughly.
Until tonight, I have felt more than seen him—hands exploring under blankets, over clothes, learning each other in fairly innocent ways.
I was hesitant in my own inexperience, happy to let him decide what we would do and when.
Tonight, I am as ready and eager as he is.
“Let me touch you,” I whisper, gripping at the dip of his waist.
“Not yet,” he tells me, pressing one more kiss to my lips and scooting up the bed to arrange himself on the pillows. “Just watch.”
And I do, as he leans back, almost like he’s lounging, and reaches for the lube that I bought not long ago on Jase’s advice and insistence. I knew we would get here eventually, and I wanted to be prepared.
After slicking two of his fingers up, Sun reaches between his legs, completely ignoring his cock, and traces around his rim like he’s teasing himself. Just a few taunting circles and he’s starting to push one in. He moans softly as he lazily pumps his index finger back and forth.
I’m entranced by the scene in front of me—how shameless he is, how comfortable with his own body. All of the worries I had about not being able to adequately get him prepped all disappear, as he clearly knows what he’s doing, taking the lead yet again.
And from the beginning, he’s surprising me, like he always does. If I expected hours of foreplay, taking our time to get worked up, I would have been wrong. But we can do that next time.
“Ah, Ki–ja. Hyung,” he whimpers, hips rocking up as he adds a second finger, and I can’t stop the groan that escapes my throat, nor can I resist the temptation to touch him any longer.
I want to see everything—to notice all the ways his body reacts, to find the ways to make him feel better than anything he’s known before. But I’ll do it with my hands on him.
His abs flex each time his fingers go deep, making the droplets of pre-cum shine against his skin.
I lean down to lick them up, the taste on my tongue unfamiliar but not unpleasant.
Sun whines, twisting like he can’t quite get what he needs.
I turn my attention to the motion of his hand, mesmerized at seeing this up close for the first time.
I know this is a well-practiced routine for him, but it’s all new to me. I desperately want to be part of his pleasure, for him to take whatever he needs from me. “Can I help?” I ask, my voice scratchy and deep in a way I don’t think I’ve ever heard before.
“Yes. I want to feel you.” He rolls over to grab the lube, flicks the cap, and waits for me to offer up my fingers. As he coats them, he says, “I love your hands. I noticed them the first time I saw you... I’ve been dreaming about this. Having you open me up to take you.”
I have to close my eyes for a second, a wave of heat rushing through me, settling somewhere inside that threatens to burn.
I laid here in bed just the other night, my own cock in my hand, thinking about exactly this—what having sex with Sun would be like.
However mindblowing what I imagined was, the reality is still better.
Especially as I watch him kneel, put his hands on his ass and spread himself to give me better access.
The instant I touch him—just the tip of my finger brushing against his hole—he moans, and I’d be willing to do anything on a long list of illegal activities to hear it again.
I swear under my breath as I find little resistance to slide inside, just one finger at first but then he begs—begs—me for another.
I am helpless to do anything but give him what he wants, and we gasp in tandem, both overwhelmed by this new feeling.
He’s so tight, so warm around me like this, I legitimately fear that I will come immediately when I actually fuck him.
“Ooh, ohh, my god. Fuck, yes.” Sun pushes back, trying to get more from me.
“Feels so good. So much better than my own…” He breaks off into a wail as I gently hitch my fingers inside him, tentatively trying one of the tricks Jase told me to find the right spot.
“Again!” he demands, thighs shaking, and I feel a sense of accomplishment that makes me unreasonably proud.
Continuing to stroke, I go just a bit harder, encouraged by the string of broken attempts at words, each cut off by a plea for me to keep going.
The arch and bow of his back is beautiful, his body undulating like a wave, lost to the tide of sensations that I am helping to provide.
Seeing him like this, reacting to me this way, so uninhibited, is more of a turn-on than anything any previous partner before him has ever done.
This night—what we’re doing here in my bed—is going to alter my life as I know it. It’s transforming me right now, even as he writhes on my fingers, breathing raggedly, the sheen of sweat at the small of his back. There’s no going back for me. Not from him. That’s obvious to me now.
“Can you take another?” I ask in a gruff whisper, bending over to press the words into his skin.
“Please. Yes. Please.” Sun mewls as I withdraw enough to get one more finger lubed up, and I honestly can’t believe all three will fit inside him. He inhales sharply as I push back in, going slow. “It’s so much, so good,” he murmurs, words slurred together like he’s intoxicated, all blissed out.
My other hand trails down along his spine, the knobs and ridges, and goosebumps that linger in the wake of my touch.
I think I could probably do this for hours, and I want to some day, but I can tell he’s getting restless by the twist of his hips as he quickly adjusts to the stretch.
But I’m still surprised when he pulls away from my fingers, leaving him empty.
He looks wild—his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them, his face flushed and lips bitten. “Wanna ride you,” he says, pushing at my shoulder to get me to lie back.
I let him, of course, rolling over easily and lifting up to let him tug my briefs off when his fingers slip beneath the waistband. I catch his wrist as he straddles my thighs, his hand circling my cock, sending a shudder vibrating through me. “Are you sure? You want to be on top?”
Sun reaches for the lube again, nodding fervently. “Yes. Wanna do it just like this. Wanna show you…”
I’m about to argue that he doesn’t need to show me anything, but then he’s shifting forward, his grip guiding me to his entrance. “Sun, wait. Condom.”
He pauses, looking a little disappointed. “Do we have to?”
“It might be better… for both of us… the first time,” I say, both cautious and not wanting to admit I’d like to give myself a chance to last longer than a few minutes.
I haven’t worried about anything like that since I was fucking around with girls in high school, but everything about this—Sun, the feel of him, the heavy weight of the desire that’s been building—has me concerned about the potential of my stamina.
“Okay.” He waits for me to reach for the packet, rip it open, and roll it on. “Next time we go without,” he tells me, then repositions himself and begins to ease down onto my cock.
All the breath in my lungs seems to escape in a rush, punched out by the all-consuming awareness of the tight heat of Sun around me.
It only increases inch by inch, until he’s fully seated, leaning back experimentally, and gripping my thighs.
“Fuck. Sun. You…” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say, but I wrap my hands around his waist to hold on, like that will ground me in the moment.
Sun shifts, pitching forward, his palms on my chest and his head hanging down, as though he needs a moment to adjust. I could use one, too, honestly.
This connection—both the physical sensations and the pounding of my heart with so many emotions I can’t even understand right now—is so much more intense than I could have ever guessed it would be.
The moment seems to draw out, the urgency of just a few moments ago dissipating.
And then Sun sniffles.
I freak out.