CHAPTER 22 #4
He pulls back, grabbing my shaft again before breaking free.
Strings of spit drip from his bottom lip and chin, but he leaves them there, knowing how obscenely good it looks.
“That’s because I know what I’m doing.” He winks. “No woman will ever suck your dick as good as I can.”
I believe him.
I’ll never doubt anything he says ever again.
Nothing he does is delicate.
He doesn’t tease or linger.
There’s nothing slow about the way he fucks his hand up and down my shaft, or subtle about the way he gags when I hit the back of his throat.
He wants to destroy me.
It’s like a backwards form of punishment. You denied us both of this so I’ll suck your cock so good you’ll never forget it as long as you live.
There’s thick, slick spit everywhere.
His hand glides up and down the entirety of my shaft as his lips lock around my crown.
There’s a sucking pulse.
His tongue flicks.
His other hand reaches for my balls and—
“Stop, stop. Fuck!”
Carey loosens his lips and I know he’s smiling.
He looks at me again. “What’s wrong, Oppa?”
“Bring that mouth back over here before I smack that smug look off your face.”
His smirk intensifies as he crawls over me, closer and closer, until his legs separate and he's straddling my thighs—his dick sitting heavy over mine.
With one hand in the middle of my chest, Carey points to his mouth. “You want this?”
I sink my fingers into his waist but he doesn’t budge when I try to pull him down.
Drool is still unashamedly coating his chin, and he runs two of his fingers through it. “Did you bring lube, or are we gonna need this?”
Lube? Fuck.
I’m so ill equipped for any of this.
It’s not like I’ve never gone there before. Not a lot, but… spit was always enough.
Goddamnit I’m spiraling.
Carey runs his spit covered fingers down my cheek. “You really were trying your hardest to resist me, weren’t you, old man?”
I grab his jaw, and he gives a nonchalant roll of his eyes as he reaches to one of the cupboards above the bed.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t come prepared?” he asks, first tossing a box of condoms beside me, then taking out a bottle of lube.
I dig my fingers in tighter. “What the fuck was this trip all about? Was it your plan to drag me to the middle of nowhere and try to fuck me?”
“Someone thinks highly of themself,” he laughs in my grip.
“Did I think I could wear you down? Sure. But did I think for one second I’d be the one fucking you?
Not a chance in hell.” My hand slips to his throat, and he hisses, his body holding onto an uncomfortable level of tension.
His eyes pierce through mine as though he’s telling me to not push it any further, so I drag my palm down to his chest and feel his tension melt away.
Then he leans in, his lips so close to mine I can feel his breath.
“I’ve met you before, Jeon Wootek, and things need to go your way. ”
“Says the man on top of me.”
“Says the man begging for my mouth.”
I lift my head the inch that separates us, then Carey forces me back into the blankets.
His tongue is instantly in my mouth.
Then his hand is around my throat.
“Is yours off limits too?”
My cock pulses at the question, and I know he feels it.
He squeezes tighter and I grind up.
My lips drag across his as I shake my head.
“Why are you so hard to figure out?”
I exhale. “Because I’m just figuring it out as well.”
Carey’s hips counter the pressure of mine, and my eyes roll back.
He does it again, and a moan escapes my choked throat.
Carey sits up, picks up his dick, and drops it onto mine with a dull smack.
I tense again, my balls tightening as he owns me in every way.
He does it again, and I fist the sheets.
Carey picks up the lube and pops the cap with his thumb. Holding the bottle at chest height, he looks right at me and squeezes.
The cold makes me jump, but he clamps his legs around me tighter.
The slow drizzle of lube over our dicks is excruciating in the best way.
Another click, and the bottle is discarded.
He spreads the lube around and I dig my fingers into his thighs.
With a cock in each hand, Carey strokes us simultaneously.
His tongue pokes into the corner of his mouth. "I’m bigger than you.”
The humiliation has me twitching in his grip.
I watch his eyes flicker between his hands as he slowly runs them up the length of our shafts. Finally, he loops his thumb and middle finger around each. “Thicker, too.”
I bite the inside of my cheek because I swear I’m about to come.
I’m not small. Never had a single complaint about my size. But Carey’s God tier dick does have me beat, and—fucking hell—it only makes me want him more.
He gives a little shrug. “Yours is pretty though, and it tastes real good. I wonder if it’ll feel as good as it looks.” My hips jerk, and he laughs. “You’re so fucking impatient.”
“I’m not.” I grit out.
“I think you are.”
“I think you’re abusing your position.”
Both his hands raise in mock surrender. “Feel free to take over.”
My eyes rake down his body.
Both our dicks are glistening.
Our nipples are hard.
Our balls are tight.
My left hand lands on his stomach and my thumb flicks at his piercing.
I reach for the lube. “I said I needed to fuck you, and I meant now.”
Carey falls forward, his hands landing beside my head before his weight settles on his elbows.
He crawls his body further up my torso.
He brushes his nose against mine. “Maybe I like you impatient after all.”
Without looking, he takes the lube from my hand, squeezes some onto my fingers then snaps the cap back. “But you’ve got some work to do first, Oppa.”