21. CHAPTER 21
T he pain I'm feeling in my shins as Eden pushes me against the stairs should be enough for me to cry out. And under normal circumstances, I would. But this time, it's got my head floating and my dick hard.
I hate to admit it, but I think he’s right.
I’m hooked on him pushing me around.
I need to feel how much he wants me.
He’s going to need to keep proving it to me until I believe it.
Two more steps dig into me; one at my chest, the other at my stomach, as Eden forces my cheek flat against the wood with his hand on the back of my head.
“Is this what you wanted?” he growls in my ear, his back hunched as he looms over me.
“Why couldn’t you have just said sorry?”
“But I’m not sorry.”
He adds more weight to me with his forearm pressing against my spine.
I grip the step, trying to push against him.
“I never imagined you’d be this needy… What did you expect when I got back, ha? For me to come running at you with open arms to smother you with kisses. We hooked up one time. And you’ve done nothing to show me you’re worth that kind of affection.”
“You could have left a note.”
“This isn’t high school.”
“And what if something had happened to you? How would I know where to look if you didn’t come back?”
A dry, sinister laugh is his reply as he straddles me; kneeling on either side of my legs.
His arm rises from my back to lay on the step beside me, but his hand never stops holding my head down.
Scooping around my stomach, he dives beneath my hoodie and lifts my torso from the step so he can grope my chest.
“You like not knowing what I’m gonna do next, don’t you, Evie?”
“E–evie?”
“That’s right. You’re not an Adam, so that only leaves one other option.”
“Well you’re not a garden either, Eden. So why don’t I call you , Eve?”
His lips are against my ear. “Cause I’m your entire world, and you’re only living in mine.”
The way my breath stutters out at his words would be embarrassing if I didn’t like hearing them so much.
“Now, you say you’re sorry.”
I push my lips together and shut my eyes tight.
“Say it.”
“Mmm, mmm,” I mumble.
“Do you want to feel me?”
I open my eyes to look at him as best I can, and snarl.
“That’s what I thought. Now, say it.”
“I… I’m sorry,” I force out through clenched teeth, and as soon as I do, Eden grinds himself against my ass.
Closing my eyes again, I lose myself in the way he moves—torturously slow—dragging his dick over my ass, up and down, until I’m tilting my hips to feel him better.
“Is this not enough for you?”
“No… P–please.”
“I like hearing you beg.”
“It’s not enough.”
“Not enough?” he scoffs. “That’s not very nice.”
“I need more. I need to feel you better.”
“I’m not sure if you’re ready for that, little one.”
“But you are… Tell me you don’t want it, too.”
“I don’t need to prove a damn thing to you.”
“I’m sorry,” I pant, barely able to find the words I need through the fog. “Just… Just use me.”
The depths of the grunt that rumbles up from Eden’s chest is nothing short of primitive as he tugs my sweats down my thighs.
My ass is bare, and his fingers are forcing their way into my mouth.
At first, I hiss at the lingering taste of raw fish, but it’s a small price to pay.
He digs at the back of my tongue till I gag. Then, from the corner of my eye, I see him put the same three fingers into his own mouth as deep as he can get them.
“You taste better than I do,” he smirks, and drags his fingers up from my taint, and over my hole. My hips buck despite the lightness of his touch—so he does it again. “Does that feel good?”
I try to nod, and he releases my head.
I brace myself with my forearm on one of the steps beneath me.
Harder this time, Eden digs a finger into my taint and strokes forward towards my balls.
“Fuck!” I cry out, and cling to his arm by my side.
Then, he’s making his way back to my hole.
He circles light, then firmer, until I’m sure he’s going to sink a finger inside me.
“Oh, god. Yes.”
“You sound like a fucking whore already, and this is only the first time you’ve ever been touched.”
The embarrassment I feel adds no guilt to the truth of his statement. It only proves that this is who I’ve been the whole time. Gay, and a slutty, needy sub, at that. And it took being stuck in this freaking cabin with my tormentor for me to see it.
“Please, Eden,” I whine. “I can take more. I need more.”
“More of what?” he taunts, teasing me with his middle finger.
My lips open and close but nothing comes out.
“Is this what you want?”
At first it's firm then light, firm then light—in the one spot, like he’s pressing a button over and over again. Then there’s a strain, and I feel him push inside me. It’s not much, but it’s enough for my back to arch and my tongue to almost fall out of my mouth.
“More,” I demand.
He gives me another one of his satanic laughs, then sinks a knuckle deeper.
Slowly in, then slowly out.
Slowly in, then slowly out.
It’s not enough.
“I want another one.”
“Are you telling me what to do?”
“Yes.” I crane my neck all the way back to look at him upside down. “I’m not really gonna break. I can handle it.”
Eden takes hold of the hem of my hoodie, and peels it off of my body. He does the same with his sweater, flannel, and undershirt.
When he pushes down his sweats, I feel him settle against my bare backside.
I’m on the step above him, so when he forces me back against his chest, his dick fits perfectly between my parted thighs.
The hand that isn’t wrapped around my chest holding me in place, drags up the outside of my leg to grip at my waist like he did last night. And when I look down, I see that his fingers wrap around my middle further than my belly button.
I rest my head back against his shoulder and hum. “You’re so big.”
“I know. And you fit so perfectly against me.”
I reach up to grab behind his neck. “Is this hate?”
“You tell me.”
“I already told you why I can never hate you.”
“Will it make it better for you if I pretend I can’t stand you? Because I can do that. I can make you wish you’d never crossed me.”
“I want the truth.”
“I don’t even know what the truth is yet. But I know this is exactly where I wanna be right now. I know I wanna make you come. And I know I wanna use your body to make me come, too.”
My muscles go weak as I melt against him.
He pushes my legs together so his dick is squashed between my thighs.
I dig my nails into his neck.
He runs his knuckles along the top of my shaft.
His fingertips spread my precum. Then he raises them to his mouth and makes a show of licking it off before drawing them over my lips. Holding my jaw, he licks sideways over my mouth, then kisses me; painting my tongue with my own saltiness. “Why do you taste so good everywhere?”
“You can’t say that,” I smile against him.
“Everything’s been amazing so far.”
“Can I taste you?”
“Not a chance in hell, Little One.”
“I thought I was Eve?”
“I like this better… And I’m the one using you, tonight. Remember?”
Gone is the asshole who pushed me down and gave me bruises that will linger on my shins for days.
He kisses me again, so deep, so confusing to all my senses that I feel more drunk from it than I did the soju.
He wraps his hand around my shaft, and squeezes.
I curse in a string of incoherent babbles as I fall forward onto my hands.
“Goddamn it, Jin. Seeing you in this position…”
I look back and right into Eden’s eyes. “So why not take advantage of it?”
Out of nowhere, he winds back and slaps my ass. Quirking his top lip at my reaction, he does it again, this time kneading the spot with his giant hand. And just as the last of the sting fades, he smacks me for a third time.
With a gasp, I collapse further forward onto my elbows and let my hands fall through the gap between the slats that make up the stairs.
“That’s it,” he grumbles like I’ve done something wrong, and lifts one of my legs to the side so he can take his dick back. “Don’t you fucking move.”
Staring at the back wall of the cabin, I listen to Eden walk to the pantry. When he’s back, I feel something cold drip from my lower back, down my ass crack, and between my legs. I moan at the sensation, and turn my head to see him pouring olive oil on me.
Bottle discarded, his hand scoops down between my legs to spread it around.
The slick squelch has my pelvis tilting.
He digs deeper and starts cupping his fingers around my balls before sliding back out to do it all over again.
One time, he reaches through enough to stroke my dick. And the sight of his hand disappearing then reappearing from between my legs is playing with my mind.
What dream is this?
What wet, slippery heaven am I living?
After forcing my legs back together, the squelch starts back up as Eden coats his own dick, then grabs it by the base.
“Head forward,” he tells me, and I do as I’m told.
He slaps the underside of his shaft against my butt and I feel droplets of oil hit my back.
Soft, and warm, he rubs the head of his dick up and down the crease of my ass.
Every time he glides over my hole, my heart skips a beat.
Eden grabs my hip with his clean hand and pushes between my thighs. “Fuuuuuck,” he keens, then pulls back to glide through again. “You look so good from back here… Squeeze your legs tighter.”
I tense my thighs and push my knees even closer.
“That’s it… Damn this feels better than I thought it would.”
It doesn’t take long for Eden to start slapping against me.
My head jerks with every thrust.
My shoulders bump into the step above the one I’m clinging to the back edge of.
Disobeying my orders, I look behind to peek at Eden’s face; eyes shut, head back, and mouth muttering profanities with two hands digging into my waist so he can force me back against him.
“E–Eden...” I manage to gasp out between his violent thrusts.
He grabs me by the hair so he can pull me up.
He twists my neck so he can kiss me.
My bare back is against his bare chest.