CHAPTER 23
His breath huffs out.
He chases my mouth with his until I give in and let him kiss me again.
It’s like he’s starving. And if it’s really true that he’s not kissed someone in years, he’s either got insane muscle memory or he eats pussy like a fiend. Because he’s skilled, and passionate, and uses just the right amount of tongue.
My god, I wanna fuck his face right now. Hold him down by those hot as fuck shoulders of his and see how far he can take me.
I bet he’d let me.
I smell a masochist and I’m fucking here for it.
Tek’s lubed up fingers slap against my rim and I make a noise in my throat—a weird, grunting moan—and I’m instantly furious at myself for making it. But he practically eats it out of me, he’s so hungry.
It’s like a switch was flicked, and in one second he went from confused and timid, to all hands, and tongue, and fingers so deep in my ass I’m losing my composure.
He gropes my ass cheek with his other hand, then spreads me open wider as he pushes another finger inside.
That’s three, now, I think.
Fuck, it feels good.
He’s nowhere near where he needs to be if he was looking to blow my mind, but I can’t fault him for that. There’s plenty of time to learn.
Tek pauses and gently asks, “You good?”
I plant both hands on his chest and push up, my hips tilting, then I hover until the position is just right for me to take his fingers as deep as I can.
He doesn’t fight it, he just looks on in awe of me, and my pride swells further.
“Are you worried about me, old man?”
He drags his fingers part way out, twists them, then fucks them back inside me.
“Jesus Christ.” My eyes glaze over, and I rock back against his hand.
“I’m not worried at all. But I don’t want to hurt you, either.”
“You think you could hurt me with that little thing?”
Tek’s jaw goes slack and there’s an instant look of disdain on his face, but his dick bounces up to hit my ass so I know he liked it.
“You’re so pathetic. You put so much time and effort into pretending that I couldn’t have you. But you could never keep your eyes off me.”
His fingers slide out of me.
I inch backwards until I’m straddling his legs again.
His hands are back on my thighs—gripping harder than before—like he’s doing everything he can to pretend that my words are angering him instead of turning him the fuck on.
I grab the pack of condoms and take one out.
After tearing open the foil pack, I hold his dick and start to roll the rubber down his length.
His dick isn’t small at all, it’s bigger than average with lots of sexy veins I dream about licking, and three cute freckles just below the crown on the left side I’d be happy to kiss every morning for the rest of eternity.
“I saw your sketch, you know? The one you did of me. That you’ve been hiding in the drawer.”
His perfect cock pulses in my fist, his whole body goes rigid beneath me, and his hands fall to the mattress.
His mouth opens, but I press my index finger against his lips. “I think it’s hot.”
His eyes dart around like he’s trying to figure out if I’m making fun of him or not.
“Do you want me to dress up like that?”
He shakes his head, but I can see there’s something else he wants to say.
“Do… Do you want to see me dressed in something else?”
Tek looks at my stomach, and I follow his line of sight.
I look back at him and drag my finger down until his bottom lip bounces back into place. “What does Oppa wanna see me dressed in?”
He swallows, searching my face one last time to gauge my reaction. “A… a crop top.”
My head dips to the side. “Like, a cut off t-shirt?”
His head shakes again, and my smile widens. “You fucking pervert. You weren’t joking at the bar. You really do wanna see me in a women’s tank top.”
“I’m not a pervert.”
“I never said I didn’t like it,” I say, squeezing more lube onto the head of his cock and watching it drip down the sides.
“So maybe you’re the pervert then?”
I crawl forward; “Maybe I am,” then reach behind myself to line him up with my hole.
I rise over him like a prize.
I don’t ask for permission. I let my weight do the work, rocking a little until he starts to ease inside.
The pressure is—oh fuck!
Both my hands smack down against Tek’s ribs as I hold myself suspended above him.
I force myself to breathe, but even with all the prep there’s still a stretch I wasn’t anticipating.
He’s not even properly in me yet.
“Can you… hold it?” I pant out, my head bowed so he can’t see my face.
He grabs my waist. “Only if you look at me.”
I know my face is flushed.
I know I’m cocky.
I know I wanted this.
I know I have a big dick.
But none of that makes up for how much I need him to hold me right now.
I hold out a hand for him and he raises his body so he’s sitting as well.
He kisses me gently and rubs my back.
“Hold it,” I repeat, and when I feel his cock push against me again, I throw my arms around his neck.
I sink down, his tip slips in and— “Fuck! Fuck!” I gasp out and clench around it.
Tek holds me tighter. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I strain, my eyes clamped shut. I try to move again but— “Fucking shit!”
My head falls to his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing… Nothing…” I have to force myself to answer, because on a scale of one to Jesus-fucking-Christ the stretch is insane, it feels like I’m being ripped apart.
“It doesn’t look like it’s nothing.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m just not…” I let my words trail off because I don’t want him to know.
Tek lifts me, and the feeling of him slipping from inside me is relief, hunger, and embarrassment all rolled into one.
He flips us, laying me down on the blankets and kneeling between my open legs. Our chests still close, and our mouths closer.
He kisses me, slow and deep.
His fingers massage my rim and I start to melt again.
It doesn’t take long before he has three fingers back in me and I’m a panting mess.
He grabs my thighs and jerks my body further onto the bed. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Then don’t.”
I stay focused on his face, watching his concentration as he lines himself up.
He drives forward.
“Fuck!” I cry out, my back arching off the mattress.
My legs clamp around him, preventing him from going further.
He’s deeper than before, but not by much.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he strains out. “Why do you keep locking yourself up like this?”
“Because I’m—holy fuck!” I curse as he tries to push deeper. “Because I’m not a fucking bottom.”
Tek stops dead in his tracks, his face a ball of confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m a top. What do you think I mean?”
He reaches a hand down to grope at my flesh. “So I’m the only one to ever have this ass?”
“My god, don’t look so pleased with yourself.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
His expression reads smug, and I fucking hate it, but I also love it more than anything. Because he wouldn’t care about that if he didn’t care about me first.
He kisses my nose and pulls out.
I gripe at the emptiness.
“You already a whore for it?”
I glare at him as he gathers the two pillows. “Shut the fuck up.”
“No.”
“Don’t you dare start treating me like something that’ll break,” I warn, but let him stack the pillows anyway.
He pats the stack and I lay on them with my hips raised.
Gripping my waist, Tek enters me again.
His hands are all over me, like he’s searching for the part of my body that will let him in with the least resistance.
I force my eyes to stay open and locked on his as he draws his hips further and further forward, sinking deeper, inch by inch.
The strain is still intense, but the pain is gone.
He pulls out again, scoops under my hips, and shifts me into a better position like I weigh nothing.
Then he’s straight back inside me.
All the way.
Not stopping until he’s balls deep.
“That’s it,” he says, voice ragged. “You can breathe now.”
His first few strokes are measured, more cautious than I ever thought Tek would be.
I can tell he’s fighting the urge to go harder.
His focus is intense—the way he’s studying my face for every twitch, wince, or gasp. I want to tell him to fuck me until I break, but I also don’t want him to stop touching me like I’m priceless.
After a few more strokes the heat starts to overwhelm me.
Then it’s more pressure than heat.
More friction than pressure.
Then, fuck me dead, I’m in heaven.
I dig my heels into his back, pulling him closer, making him go deeper.
“Are you gonna fuck me or wrap me in cotton wool?”
“You’re perfect,” he growls in my ear.
He’s so fucking hard I swear I can feel each of those sexy veins grinding along my insides.
I’ve never wanted anyone to ever see me like this; opened up, spread wide, being fucked until I lose my damn mind, and loving it.
“Are you good to move?”
I nod, and Tek loops an arm beneath me and starts to kneel. I wrap my arms back around his neck and let him lift me.
In his lap again, I sink all the way onto him, my mouth lolling open at how good it feels.
We’re so close we share the same breath.
My head jars when he hits harder.
My starving cock bounces between our bodies.
There’s a lust and intensity dripping from Tek’s eyes.
My arms slip until my hands are flat against his pecs.
A hand supports the back of my head, guiding me forward so our foreheads touch.
“You feel so fucking good, Carey.”
“You too, Oppa.” Tek drives into me extra hard at my use of the word, and I moan; “Oppa… Oppa… Oppa,” again and again just to have him fuck up into me with more force and precision.
“Such a brat.”
“I’m your brat.”
He pushes my head more firmly against his. “You mean it?”
“Whose dick’s in me right now?”
His hands dig into my back hard enough to leave marks.
I rut down, and hold.
I reach behind, bracing myself with both hands as I flatten my feet to the mattress.
My hips rotate until I find exactly where I need him to be.
The curiosity on his face pumps my ego, and I spread my knees so he can see as I raise my ass up, tilt further, then slide back down.
Tek’s eyes widen, and he looks drunk. The same kind of intoxicated he was the night in his parent’s basement when I showed him my piercing.