26. CHAPTER 26
I ’ve run a marathon to get to this point. It’s been twenty-four hours and the finish line is ten yards away.
All I’ve wanted to do all day is jump on him.
To tell him, to hell with your rules , there are two of us here.
I don’t care if you want to wait because I’ve been waiting nineteen years to find someone who makes me feel this way, and I want to try anything and everything I can think of in as little time as possible.
Holy hell, it’s been hard.
There’s been a constant ball of anxiety jumping between my stomach and my chest since Eden woke up this morning.
I don’t think I ever actually got to sleep last night, because every time I closed my eyes there was something depraved behind my eyelids. It’s not easy to sleep with an erection. Especially when you jerked off before going to bed and it was about as pointless as a squid owning a bicycle.
Neither of us were overly productive when it came to the point of our excursion today, either.
Eden showed me what to do once then retreated to the fire for half an hour.
And when he did come back, I left him not long after because his gruff voice and the tension he was holding in his body was too much to handle.
We ended up with three trout—because, of course we did—though Eden did manage to snag a decent sized yellow bass for me.
The whole way back I’ve been hugging the fish bag, terrified that if my arms aren’t busy they’ll start ripping my clothes off because I’m just so damn hot.
Eden’s been on the opposite side of the track, walking twice as fast as he did this morning. My legs ache because of it. Each of his strides is two for me.
I’m within steps of the porch and I want to drop everything and run inside, but I hesitate, and look to Eden.
He’s already walking to the shed, so screw it.
I run inside, dump the fish bag in the sink, and start shucking off the layers that have been weighing me down for the past nine hours.
With nothing on but sweatpants and socks, I dash to the bathroom.
I want to have a shower.
We both should have a shower.
Fuck me, I don't think I can wait.
It wasn't hot.
We weren't sweating.
I'm the one giving him something, so who the fuck cares? Not me, that's for sure.
I scrub the smell of fish off my hands and some splash water on my face—and a few other places—then grab my towel.
The cabin door slams shut. And when I say slams, I mean slams!
“Jintae?” Eden’s voice calls like a killer stalking someone through their house.
My breath deepens as I stare at myself in the vanity.
Excitement and fear; I’m starting to realize how similar they feel.
Anxiety blooms to rampant lust in my chest and I burst through the bathroom door.
“Fucking hell,” Eden grunts as I run towards him.
His arms open, and I jump.
My legs strangle him.
He stumbles, but grips my ass as I smash my lips against his.
His skin is freezing.
He smells like pine and smoke.
This is the end of our hunger strike.
We devour each other.
It’s filthy and wet.
Our only concern is getting our bodies as close to each other as physically possible.
With my tongue still in Eden’s mouth, I find the zipper of his coat and rip at it.
One of my arms wraps around his head as he pulls the bottom of it from beneath my legs and throws it to the ground.
I drag the hem of his hoodie and undershirt up as far as I can before he takes over.
Tattoos, half black, half rainbow, envelop me.
One hand slides beneath the back of my sweat pants to grope my bare flesh.
I’m already so hard it hurts.
Unlinking my feet, I let my body hang loose until Eden lowers me to the ground.
Forehead against his chest, I look down as I undo the button and fly of his snow pants.
The tension on the zip as I slide it over his hard-on is intense.
“So this is the time you decide to put on underwear?”
Gripping my jaw, he forces my chin up. “You disappointed, Little One?”
I open my mouth, but I don't intend on speaking.
My tongue lolls out over my bottom lip.
I push his pants as far down his legs as I can.
I try to kneel, but Eden’s fingers dig deeper into my jaw. “Uh-uh,” he tuts with a Cheshire Cat twist to his smile.
My pout is fierce. “But you said you wanted something from me.”
He shakes his head and steps out of his pants.
Moving backward, he pulls me with him to the sofa where he sits on the edge and I stand in front of him.
Starting at my shoulders, he drags both his hands down my arms.
When he reaches my wrists, he changes to my hips and draws the back of his nails up from there to my waist.
I shudder when he reaches my ribs.
As I chew my bottom lip, he moves up the side of my neck to behind my ears. Then it’s back down, over my collar bones, my chest, nipples, and stomach.
The heels of his palms keep travelling south over my sweat pants to push down on the tented fabric.
A strangled moan gets caught in my throat.
Eden leans forward to run the tip of his tongue across the bare skin, just above my waist band.
My fingers slide into his hair.
I close my eyes.
He licks up between my abs. I shudder as I hunch over him.
One of his giant hands paws at my chest, then pushes me back upright.
“E–Eden,” I gasp when his thumb flicks over my nipple.
He looks up at me. “Yes?”
“Let me touch.”
“No,” he says so smugly I want to slap him, before kissing my dick through my pants.
“Please,” I beg, all breathy and pathetic. “I wanna touch you, too.”
His lips curl up just like they did before, and he takes me by the wrist.
Shuffling back on the sofa, he pulls me on top of him and brings my hand to his throat.
“Do it,” he demands when I don’t move.
I obey, and wrap my fingers around his neck.
Eden drops his hand and grips my shaft through my sweats.
A heady pant escapes me, but as my head falls back Eden’s other hand squeezes my waist.
With a squeak, I jolt back up.
“You need to stay focused when you’re in control.”
“But you know I don’t wanna be.”
His hand covers mine and forces me tighter.
“I’m gonna need you to do this when you use me to fuck yourself.”
His words.
The imagery.
My eyes light up, and he smirks. “This is just for practice, so don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s harder to get the position right on top, and there’s no way in hell you could take me all first go round.”
I nod, pretending I know what he’s talking about. But now I’m picturing him straddling—
"Did you…”
“Did I what?”
I dig my fingers into his skin. “Did you ever… On top?”
His eyebrows rise. “Maybe.”
“Who the hell are you?”
“The man you’re gonna come all over.”
All my muscles tense, and I wrap my lips around my teeth to stop them from shaking.
“Take it out, Jin.” I look down between our bodies at how hard I am. “I wanna see it.”
I find myself nodding as I push my waist band down until my dick bounces up to settle on Eden’s stomach.
On the octopus tattoo.
“I don't think they're meant to look that pretty.”
My dick moves up and down with Eden’s abs as he breathes, and I grip onto his shoulders so I don’t collapse on him.
“Do you think I can fit the whole thing in my mouth?”
“M–maybe,” I stutter. “I don’t know.”
“Do you think you can fit all of me in yours?”
I shake my head, but we both already knew the answer.
“Show me how deep you can take your hand.”
Without pause, I plunge all four fingers into my mouth.
“Look at me while you do it.”
I keep pushing until my lips start to strain at the edges.
“Deeper.”
I’m already as far as I can go.
“Dig them in like I did on the stairs.”
The pressure on my tongue makes me gag. But before Eden can tell me to keep going, I’m diving back in.
“Fuuuuck. Such a good boy,” he praises.
I get a little further this time before my body rejects my fingers and saliva flows out over my bottom lip.
“Now grab your cock.”
It’s hard work, but I keep my eyes locked on his.
“Does that feel good?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Now gather all that goodness in your mouth.” He watches me until he can see I’m ready. “Now open wide and show me.”
My jaw cracks as I gape my mouth.
Eden swears again at the sight of my spit spilling out to drip off the end of my tongue and onto the head of my dick before flowing over my fist.
I watch him swallow thickly when I start pumping.
“You wish I was inside you right now, don’t you?”
I whisper, "Yes.”
“Imagine how good it’ll feel to be full to the brim with me while you jerk off.”
I moan, and Eden gropes my ass with both hands.
“I can’t wait to see you bouncing on my cock.”
The depth of Eden’s voice releases something within me, and I slap him.
“Do it again!” he commands. And I do.
Then I’m back around his throat with both hands.
“You're a natural, Little One.” He digs into the back of my sweats, forcing them further down my legs.
I jerk him forward to kiss me. “I want you inside me.”
“You’re a thirsty little whore tonight, aren’t you?”
“What do you expect, making me wait this long?”
He huffs against my lips and I breathe him in as his fingers creep towards my hole.
The middle fingers of each hand press against my rim, then tug at it—pulling me apart just enough that I lose my mind.
My arms straighten, forcing his head against the couch where he snickers at me, “You’re so easy to please.” So I scoop my thumbs upward until they're stabbing beneath his jaw making him sneer as he says, "Take me out, too.”
My head drops to look at the sight of my cock against the vibrancy of his skin.
I clench around nothing, tugging at Eden’s fingers.
I whisper, "No,” but it booms in the silence.
With no warning, Eden drives both middle fingers inside me, and I scream as my body folds in on itself.
Gritting my teeth, I push back against his fingers. “More.”
I let out a pathetic whine when he pulls out.
My hands slip from around his neck.
He gropes my ass and stares at me—his eyes dark, and glassy.
“Stand the fuck up,” he growls, tugging me until I’m standing over him on the sofa.
Still glaring, he tears at my pants, pushing them as low as they will go.