31. CHAPTER 31
I throw Jintae inside the cabin, and the sound of the door slamming is reverberating off the dusty rafters before he even hits the ground.
Pulling himself together, he braces his hands against the rug like a sprinter about to start a race, and stares at me. Then, whatever shred of patience he has left visibly snaps, and he’s off.
He gets in three good strides before he jumps; hurling himself at my chest.
I stumble backwards, spin, and slam his back against the front door.
His thighs choke me and his hands tug at my hair while he fucks my mouth with his tongue.
Reaching behind myself, I slide my hands down his shins then tear off his snow-drenched shoes and socks.
His hoodie is next, and he grunts his protests down my throat when the time comes to unlatch himself from me. Then I’m tugging at my own shirts, but apparently I’m not fast enough, because he takes over.
“I’ve seen you desperate, but this is something else.”
“That’s because I can’t take it anymore.”
I scoop my hands up his sides, just to watch his eyes flicker, then cup his cheeks. “Me, too.”
“Please don’t tease me.” He hangs his head.
Everything about Jeon Jintae is everything I’d never looked for.
His pretty eyes.
His dimples.
His smart, bratty mouth.
But not this.
I raise his chin from where it has fallen against his chest. “You know I can’t stand it when you don’t look at me.”
His top lip pulls to one side, then he’s climbing up my body so he can look down at me. “Promise me this is real.”
With my hand behind his head, I force his mouth back against mine and devour him like he’s the last bit of oxygen left on earth. And that truly is what he has become to me. Jealousy, to infatuation, to my life force. Without him, I can’t survive.
I pull back, my chest pounding as I catch my breath.
His eyes dart across my face as mine linger on his red, swollen lips.
I want to eat him, every last inch until it’s impossible to ever have me without him, too.
Jin wraps his arms around my head, lets his legs fall free, and kisses me as he slides to the floor.
With his feet on the ground and his tongue in my mouth, I let him change our position until my back is against the door.
His hands slowly release from around my neck and flatten against my chest. Then he grazes over my nipples as he drags his hands down my stomach, and when he gets to my jeans, he looks up—like he’s checking if it’s okay to continue.
I nod, and he remains looking at me until the fly is undone and he’s pushing them down.
My dick hits his stomach.
I see him shudder, and tense.
I rest my hand on the back of his head to calm him, but he just shakes me off.
Kneeling, he takes my pants with him. And when they are off, he runs his hands up the back of my legs to my knees.
He leans in and runs his nose up the end of my cock until his cute little tongue is kitten licking the tip.
I want to stop him, but also, I want to burn this picture into my brain for the rest of time.
Still with no hands, he takes a bigger lick, then gapes his mouth.
With his eyes on me, he moves his head back and forth so I slide in and out over his tongue—his lips never touching me. It's torture, and he knows it.
I bite my lip and slap my fist back against the door.
"That's enough, Jin."
His filthy face turns coy. "I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?"
"Just get on your back."
His hands leave my legs and slowly reach for the floor so he can crawl backwards on the rug.
Now he’s too far away.
I push off the door but I’m halted in my tracks as he lays down and pulls off his sweatpants.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he raises his knees, and spreads his legs.
Bringing one hand to his mouth, I watch him choke on his fingers—a possessive rage bubbling in my chest. Withdrawing his hand, Jin reaches between his legs, and I snap.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” I yell at him, and before either of us know it, I’m pinning that hand to the rug and forcing his head to the ground with my forehead. “You know that’s my hole.”
A shaky breath, full of lust, peppers against my skin as he brings his fingers to my lips. “And this one is mine?”
“Goddammit, Jin. Every single part of me is yours.”
His eyes flutter closed, and his head writhes back exposing his throat.
Pressing down firmly against his sternum, I push my palm up until I’m grasping his neck.
His hips buck up, but there’s nothing there. I’m still too high above him.
“Let me hear you beg.”
“Please,” he whimpers as I lick his jaw.
“You’ll have to do better than that.” I start slowly dragging my hand back down his chest to his stomach—his muscles contracting on repeat from pure desperation. “I want you to use that smart mouth of yours to tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
His legs squirm beneath me, his heels digging at the rug as his free hand reaches for anything to grab onto. “I… I…”
“Look at me.”
His eyes snap open, and the momentary lapse in his resolve is gone—like it was never there to begin with. “Hurry up and fuck me.”
My lips contort into a proud, yet domineering, smirk as I kneel up over him.
He’s a wanton mess on the floor—his nails hopelessly clawing at his flesh so he doesn’t touch his own leaking dick.
Shuffling backwards, I grab the bottle of lube I left by the door then pull my jeans towards me and dive into their back pocket.
It’s disgusting how hot the moan is that leaves his tight little throat when I pull the condom out, because I love when he's submissive. I love when he pleads and begs. And, goddamnit, I love being his whore, too.
His eyes are trained on my every movement as I tear the wrapper open with my teeth and spit the waste to the side.
Straight between his legs, I coat his ass with the lube.
His neck arches and I can’t help nipping and sucking on the veins that bulge out.
“P–please, Eden. Stop teasing me,” he begs, but I keep taunting him each time I pass over his center with just a little more pressure. Every frustrated emotion tugs at his features, one after the other, until finally— “More!”
I snicker in his ear, "I’ve only got one finger in.”
“I said, I need more.”
“Fuck,” I sigh and bury my forehead into his chest because I don’t want him to see how utterly whipped I am for him.
I slip two more fingers in.
He’s ready.
I’m ready.
I’m about to fuck the only person I ever fell in love with first.
I’ve changed so much at the hands of Jeon Jintae, that I barely recognize myself.
Pulling out, I rub the excess lube over the head of my dick. “Are you—”
“Just do it already.”
I feel my cock pulse in my hand. “Hold your knees up.”
Jin grabs both legs and brings them up by his sides.
I position myself properly between them, and when I press against his hole I hear him softly say, "Please look at me,” and my heart breaks in the best possible way; its hard exterior shattering into a million pieces.
Fuck it.
I don’t care if it’s too soon.
I’m tired of making myself sick every day trying to keep it in.
“I love you, Little One,” I tell him, and any words he was gearing up to say are stolen as I push my cock head past his rim.
His forehead creases—the pinching sting written all over his face as he struggles to keep his eyes on me.
“Fuck. You feel too good already.”
It’s a struggle.
He’s so tight and already clenching around me.
Every time I think he’s loose enough, he clamps down again.
“Why have you stopped?” he pants.
“I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“I can take it.”
Fuck, I love this kid . “I need to prep you more.”
“No!” He clings to my ribs because he can’t reach any further. “Just try. Just a little more.”
I sink another inch further, and he hisses, "You’re so big.”
“You’re too tight.”
“Doesn’t it feel good?” He turns his head away and tries to hide his face behind his arm.
“Shut the fuck up,” I strain, fighting against every hedonistic urge inside me. “You feel too good. That’s the problem.”
He gulps.
I shouldn’t keep going.
But I do.
And I’m at the point of no return.
As soon as I’m another inch in—
“Fuuuck.” My arms shake and I almost collapse on top of him.
Jin hugs me now that I’m closer.
His legs drop so his heels are back on the ground.
“Holy shit.” I tense again—begging my hips not to move. “Stop sucking me in.”
His knees clamp against the outside of my thighs.
I rest my cheek against his.
I hear him sniffle.
I feel a tear trickle from his skin onto mine, and now I’m the one apologizing.
His nails dig into my back. “Don’t you dare say sorry for something I told you to do.”
“But it was my job to make sure you were ready.”
“I’ve been ready since you burnt me with that damn cigarette then chased me around the truck.”
His dry laugh shakes his chest, and distracts my attention—pulling my eyes down between our bodies.
It really is ridiculous.
I’ve been on top of him so many times before, but with the angle needed for me to be inside him, his legs are flayed so far open his joints must be aching. And the sight of my cock still half way out his ass would be considered torture if we both didn’t want it so much.
I wipe away another tear with my nose and kiss his cheek. “I was in so much denial back then.”
“So was I— uh…nguh —keep going,” he moans as he sucks my dick deeper through no fault of his own.
“I didn’t mean to. I— Fuck , Jin.”
His voice is meek as his body quivers. “Am I doing good, Hyung?”
I push up just enough that our noses touch as I look down at him. "You said it again."
His face is clammy, his eyes are red, and he just nods.
“You’re doing perfect, Little One.”
“I want you to keep moving.”
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
He nods, and as I kiss him, I draw back.
Not much. Maybe two inches. But it’s enough for me to already crave his heat.
Hooking my elbows beneath his underarms, I make sure my hips are far enough away from him that I can’t bottom out—even if he begs—and I ease back in.
He gasps, but this time, there’s a moan creeping in at the edges.
“It’s your fault, really, for having such a greedy little ass.”