26. CHAPTER 26 #2
Nails into my stomach, he scratches down and red marks instantly appear.
He grips my shaft, tight.
Too tight.
I have to brace myself against the window to stop from falling over.
His mouth opens and he wraps his lips around the head of my cock.
The warm softness of his mouth battles with the force of his grip. Then his tongue starts to move.
His eyes close and both his hands clamp around my upper thighs.
There’s a euphoric pressure as he hollows out his cheeks, and sucks me deeper inside his mouth until I’m jammed against the back of his throat. Then there’s a moment of strain before his nose presses against my skin.
He took all of me.
He quickly sucks in more air then is straight back on, drawing back only an inch before jabbing his throat with me over and over as his tongue pushes up from beneath.
How is this even happening?
How is my dick inside the mouth of my brother's best friend?
One of my hands slips from the window to the back of his head. “So good.”
Eden hums around me.
He looks up with a sly little glint in his eye.
He pulls back—sucking me clean.
“You taste so good,” he tells me. “I’m gonna want this every night.”
I nod. I’d agree to anything right now. “Have— fuck. Have you done this before?”
He shakes his head.
“Then how are you so good?”
He shrugs and grips the base. “I guess we’re both naturals.”
With a wink, he makes a show of lapping at the tip before focusing his sucks along my top two inches.
“I’m— shit , Eden. I’m not gonna last if you keep going like that.”
Carrying on like I never said a word, his hand slips from around my shaft to snake between my legs.
His thumb presses against my taint, tearing a broken cry from my throat.
Taking me all the way into his mouth, he holds me there and contracts his throat at the same time as he pulses his finger against my rim.
“Don’t. Don’t,” I beg, my body on the edge of explosion.
Eden pulls off me completely. “Is that really what you want?”
“No,” I pant, all breathy and pitiful.
“That’s what I thought. So shut up and take it until I tell you otherwise.”
Gathering my strength, I grab a handful of his hair and yank him back just as his lips graze me again. “What about you?”
His eyes swim in darkness. “What about me?”
“I wanna make you come, too.”
He shoves two fingers of his spitty hand into my ass, and I have to grab his head to stop my legs from buckling. It stings, but then the friction and stretch are everything.
I steady myself with my forearms on the window pane, and press my face into the crook of my elbow when he wraps his lips back around my shaft.
With his fingers still inside me, Eden grabs my hip with his other hand and forces me forward until my balls hit his chin.
“Eden, please. No more. I can’t take it.’
He uses strength to overpower me.
I slam against his throat.
It contracts.
I cry out.
He holds.
I take a deep breath, and he does it again.
“Fuck, fuck! Okay—okay—okay.” I grab another handful of his hair. “Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
He draws back until the head of my cock has settled on his bottom lip, then both of his hands find their way to the back of my calves. “I need you to fuck my face, then come all over me.”
My stomach jumps and my heart feels like it’s going to burst through my ribcage. “Really? I’m not gonna last.”
With a glare of pure sin, he says, "Practice for next time,” then tilts his head up and opens his mouth.
His long, wind-matted hair falls back.
I hunch over and tell him, "I hate that fucking spider,” and thrust into his mouth.
Eden’s eyes roll back at the exact second I hit his tongue.
The sounds of gurgling and skin slapping fill the cabin.
This is the most powerful I’ve ever felt in my life, and I’m at odds with it.
I was the one meant to be giving him a gift.
But— god fucking damnit— it feels good to be railing the face of my bully; seeing him gag and splutter with no chance to catch his breath.
To be jamming my dick so hard against the back of his throat that his lips are swollen red and his eyes are watering.
But I can’t fight it off any more.
I rip my dick out of his mouth, and strings of spit settle on his chin and chest.
I pump wildly.
I try to keep my eyes open, but it’s too intense.
Like a surge of electricity racing towards my fist, bliss shoots through me and straight down the middle of Eden’s face.
He whines, deep in the back of his throat.
He sounds so pathetic as I continue painting his face with my cum while he stares up at me with a satisfied look and a huge wet patch on the front of his underwear.
I don’t know what makes me do it, but when I let go of myself, I drag my hand the whole way down his face. “Damn… Why do you look so good like that?”
He whines again, and I see his dick jump.
He licks his lips and pulls himself out.
The look on his cum–stained face is eager, like he expects me to know exactly what he wants. But I’m running on fumes, here.
Collapsing back down into Eden’s lap, I feel tiny again.
My softening dick is embarrassing next to his.
As if he can feel my shame, he grabs hold of himself and shakes it just enough for some pre cum to flick against me. Then he spreads it around with the head of his giant cock; the underside of his shaft rubbing back and forth across the top of my limp one. “You’re so cute.”
“Don’t make fun of me.”
He pulls me forward and presses our foreheads together. “I’m not.”
I can smell my cum on him, and I get possessive. “Fuck, you smell amazing.”
“I smell like you.”
I wrap one arm around the back of his head. “I know… But when do you want your gift?”
“You already gave it to me,” he smirks against my lips then shoves his tongue into my mouth.
Everything about him feels so big right now, and I’m not sure if what I just did actually happened, or if I only dreamt it. “What do you mean?”
“You know I like it when you treat me like shit.”
“Sure, but what’s that got to—”
“You’re not the only one with masochistic tendencies, Jin. Do you not think it’s humiliating as fuck to have my best friends kid brother come all over me?”
“And you loved it, too.”
“I sure did you little prick. Now tell me where I’m gonna come.”
A filthy moan slips from my lips. “I want it on my ass.”
Stars twinkle in the blackness. “All over?”
“No… And I want you to fuck me with your fingers.”
“You dirty slut.”
“I’m your slut, Hyung.”
The way Eden’s mind grinds to a halt at my use of that word is so adorable it makes me giggle.
“What’s the matter Hyung ?”
His body shudders beneath me.
Us, the past month, what I’ve just done. There's so much juxtaposition entangled in one small word that I had never imagined myself ever using in the presence of Eden van der Hart.
“Do you wanna take it back?” he asks.
“Do you wanna shut the hell up and get back inside me?”
The sound of my own words hitting my ears has my cheeks burning.
Eden slides forward off the sofa, taking me with him.
Jerking me around like I’m a doll, he spins me and forces me, stomach first, over the coffee table.
I draw my hands up beside my head as he tears my sweats completely off with one hand while the other keeps me flat against the wood.
“You’re gonna get so used to being in this position, you’ll do it automatically every time I walk through the front door.”
With all my power torn away, my head floats.
Eden slaps me harder than he ever has before, and the heat that radiates from it is threateningly addictive.
I hear him spit in his hand, then he smacks it against my hole.
He drags his fingers up and down, once, twice, three times, then shoves his middle one inside.
My mouth lolls open, but my moan is silent as he digs in, as deep as he did last week. It’s short lived, though, because I can feel him shuffling behind me; his finger slipping free when he straddles my calves to push the coffee table, and me with it, further away from the sofa.
His cracked and swollen lips press against my lower back.
He kneads my thighs with both hands as his kisses move lower.
Then his huge hands are lifting me.
My cheek squeaks on the wood as the weight of my upper body is forced onto my face and hands when he puts my knees on the coffee table.
His tongue is like fire against my balls and taint, and the fact that he’s being so light when his fingers were so intrusive has a low growl forming in my chest.
The exhale of his smirk is cold against my skin, and I clench.
Now it’s Eden's turn to growl then spit on my rim, gradually adding the pressure I’m so desperate for.
His lips, his tongue, how he sucks, the pulsing of his fingers, all have me shaking in his clutches.
I’m getting hard again—something I never thought possible.
He starts to dig, pressing just inside me.
It’s heaven, but I instantly want more.
I squeeze his finger, dying for more pressure.
He slips back out then fills me with two.
There’s no shocking sting this time, only pure relief.
His jabs are shallow; his palm massaging against my balls.
My nails scratch across the coffee table as I squeeze my hands.
He thrusts deeper, his fingers curving.
I know what’s coming. And I finally let out the cry I’ve been trying so hard to hold in.
He pulls back to purposely anger me.
I kick at his ribs, and he laughs.
I feel wetness drip down my crack, then an intense stretch.
Three long, calloused fingers dig at my ass—so much deeper at this angle; scooping at me with each draw back.
He’s punishing me and giving me everything I want all at once.
I can feel pre cum drip from the tip of my overstimulated dick, and I don’t know how.
He pulls me back so my knees are on the rug again.
He pumps and kneads deep within me and I feel a savage heat radiate up my back.
The harder his fingers assault me the harder my hips buck involuntarily against the coffee table.
“H—Hyung, I… I…” I babble as tears start pinching at my eyes. “What’s happening?”
“Shhh. Just relax, Little One.”