Chapter 14 ~ Bellamy #3
“I don’t hate you,” he cuts me off, voice firm, his admission short-circuiting my brain. “I still want to screw with you,” he pauses when my brows rise excitedly. “Not like that, Bells, I mean, I still want to mess with you for what you did, but I don’t want to anymore.”
“You sure, because I had so many plans and—”
“I’m sure.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads along my lips. “So, does this mean you are calling for a permanent truce?”
“Don’t make me regret this,” he grumbles. “And this doesn’t mean I forgive you; I simply want to move on, and seeing as I am being the bigger person, I won.”
I tilt my head to the side, eyes darting to his mouth-watering dick inches away from my mouth. “Did you?”
“Yes.” He says the words so quickly I nearly miss the note of hesitation in his tone, but I caught it, and he knows I did by the nervous look on his face.
Something in my chest cracks wide open, and I lean forward again, press kiss after kiss to his hip, let my lips linger on the jut of bone.
There truly is a chance for us.
“And go slow, I actually was close.”
I chuckle. “Slow,” I repeat with a nod. “I can go slow for you, baby.”
“My god, you can’t help yourself when it comes to calling me your—”
I take his cock back into my mouth, cutting him off from whatever he was going to say. I take him more gently this time, letting my tongue trace the length of him, learning everything I can about what pleasures him most as I bring him closer to the edge.
Minho’s breathing goes ragged, his hips rock forward in small movements, and I feel the moment he comes.
“Fuuuck, I-I’m coming,” he shouts, his thrust becoming more frantic, and I work him to the back of my throat, milking him dry, savouring every drop like it's something sacred as I moan around him. “Baby, I’m fucking coming.”
He’s so fucking mine now.
I want to draw this exact moment out, make it last, but there is something about this being our first time together that is special enough just to let him get lost in the rhythm of it—in the sounds he makes, the way his body tenses and trembles under my hands.
“Bells.” His voice is a broken whisper. “I—oh fuck...”
I don’t pull off his dick yet. Instead, I take him deeper, more aggressively and feel the moment he starts to come again harder this time against my tongue.
I chuckle, swallowing him down, every drop not being wasted as I lick up his cock like it's my favourite lollipop. And I stay there, my lips wrapping around his cock again until he goes soft, until all that can be heard in the shower room is our synced breathing.
I pull back, wiping the corners of my mouth with my thumb before sucking on it. My eyes dart up when Minho groans, and I see his eyes are on me. I take in his appearance; there is a sheen of sweat on his chest and stomach, and he is breathing hard, chest rising and falling.
He looks wrecked—So beautifully wrecked it makes my own dick jump, and that's when I remember I am still hard.
Minho looks down between my legs at the unmistakable tent caused by my cock and swallows hard. “I could—”
I smile. “Not tonight, beautiful.” I stand up slowly, my knees aching, and I find myself chest to chest with him. I reach out a hand, I brush a strand of his damp hair from his forehead and let my hand rest against his cheek.
“Bells, I...” He trails off, shaking his head. “This was—”
“I know.” My response comes out rougher than I intended, but I can’t help it when I don’t see his hatred in his eyes. “I know,” I repeat.
Minho leans into my touch, and I swear everything slows down for this moment; us being this close freezes in time, and I never want to leave.
“This still isn’t happening again,” he muses. “But I do hope your dreams are filled with nothing but the reminder I let you do this.”
I smirk. “It’ll be filled with the fact I made you cum twice in the span of seconds,” I counter. “And trust me, this’ll happen again and again, and again; it’s only a matter of when and where.”
“Keep dreaming, Boy Wonder.”
I lean in closer to him, our lips brushing against one another lightly. “How can you tell me that when you just brought one to life?”
“I—”
I kiss him, devouring his little moans and swallowing whatever words he was going to spew.
“I think,” kiss, “next time,” kiss, “I’ll have you tied up,” kiss, “To a bed and just have my way with you,” kiss, “Make you choke on my cock,” kiss, “And then breed your pretty ass, repeatedly filling you with my cum until I am leaking out of you for weeks because I am going to be the first person who fucks you, maybe I’ll even be the only one whoever fucks you because your mine.
” I lean away slightly, our eyes locking on one another before I grab his throat, not roughly, but I apply enough pressure to draw out my new favourite sound—his whimpers.
“And if you ever let anyone who isn’t me kiss you, I swear to fucking God, I will fuck them up before I punish you, Minho. ”
He laughs dryly. “Even—”
I grin. “No, you can do whatever you want with Rafe,” I lean forward again. “He and I have an unspoken agreement, you could say, when it comes to you.”
His eyes widen. “What agreement?”
“That’s for me to know and for you to—how did you phrase it last time?” I ask, tapping my finger on my lips. “Oh yeah—dot, dot, dot.”
“Since when are you two close?” he questions accusingly.
I kiss him one last time, then back away. “It’s nothing like that, I promise; we just—” I stop, finding the best way to tell him. “We sort of bonded over our shared affections for you while you were gone.”
“Great,” he says sarcastically. “Did anything between you two ever...” He trails off, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Once, but it was just a kiss, and I know he wanted it to be you because I wanted the same thing,” I confess, hoping my sincerity is written all over my face. “Does that bother you?”
He canted his head to the side. “I want it to, but no.”
“Maybe—”
He holds up a finger. “Not happening.”
“You didn't even hear my proposition.”
Minho glares. “I sadly know how you think, and I am not having a threesome with the two people who plotted against me.”
I roll my eyes. “So dramatic.”
He scoffs. “Says the one who’ll kiss anyone that makes him feel closer to me.”
“Nothing beats kissing you, I’ll say that,” I admit.
“I’m sure.”
“And I am sure nothing beats cuddling with you.”
“Sounds too couply for my liking.”
I laugh. “You’d get used to it.”
“I’d rather you kiss Rafe to piss me off.”
I will admit that one time with Rafe was hot as fuck, and now that Minho has said the words out loud, I can’t get the image of Rafe fucking me while I fuck Minho out of my head.
Shit.
When I look in Minho's direction again, he’s wrapping his towel around his waist and walking past me, brushing his shoulder against mine so gently.
I have half the mind to just fuck him while we shower, but I don’t, and I’m left in the shower room when his voice calls out to me. “See you at home, Bells.”
I clear my throat. “Yeah, see you later.”
At home.
It's the first time he’s called our apartment that, and it warms my heart enough that when I pull out my phone, I scroll until I am dialling Rafe’s number.
He picks up seconds later.
“I already told you, I—”
“It’s not about that,” I cut him off. “We need to talk, like in person; it’s Minho-related, so it's important.”
“Come by tomorrow after I close up.” He hangs up before I can respond, and I stand there wondering why my heart is thundering in my chest. And deep down I know why, but like damn him—damn Minho, for putting sexy thoughts in my head while I am still rocking a hard on for him.
But also, now he’s given me the perfect idea.
“And “doesn’t want to mess with me” my ass,” I mutter.
Because fuck, deep down, I know Minho is definitely up to something, and I fear I walked right into his trap this time like a willing pawn. I just wish I knew how far he’s willing to go to win.