Chapter 35 #2
The click of lube makes me shiver, but Young-Gi squirts out more than one pump of it, and it sounds strange. I want to look but I know he doesn’t want me to, I can just tell.
A condom wrapper opens. I can barely breathe for wanting him. I’m just a raw nerve, just a bundle of need shaped like a person.
“I got something else for you, Tommy,” he murmurs, closing the distance. I moan as soon as he’s against me, press my hips back to silently beg for his cock.
“Daddy, please,” I’m delirious.
He chuffs a laugh and lines himself up, sinking inside me in one long, slow, smooth thrust that has me seeing stars. And I was right, the pressure of his hips against my stinging ass is so intense I almost convulse.
“One more present,” he breathes in my ear, licking and kissing my overheated skin. “Want to see?”
I nod, my voice all but gone from the desperate screams he wrung from me in the hallway.
I feel his arm move, feel him reach around my body, and look down just in time to see him shove a Fleshlightt over my dick in one quick movement.
I shout in surprised pleasure, tears immediately leaking from my eyes because holy shit this is sensation overload. The opening is shaped like a mouth and I think I might have a stroke.
“I’m gonna fuck you the way no one has ever fucked you,” Young-gi says as he leaves hickeys on my neck. “You’re going to scream for me again, aren’t you? Going to cry those pretty tears for me?”
“I–” The sound he rips from my chest is inhuman when he pulls out and slams back into me, making me fuck the sex toy at the same time. I sound like an animal, and he’s getting what he wants because I am fucking crying again. My ass hurts so bad, but everything feels so good.
“God! Fuck!” I hold the headboard for dear life, my soul leaving my body as Young-gi starts fucking me like a goddamn machine.
He grabs my throat with his free hand and holds me where he wants me, fucking my cock with the toy and my ass with his dick, taking my air or my blood flow and making my head spin.
“Shit, fuck–” I sob, shaking so hard I can barely keep my grip on the bed. “D-d-daddy!”
“Are you crying for me, Tommy?”
“Yes!” I wail.
“Such a good, sweet boy,” he praises me. And I feel myself nearing the precipice, getting closer to the edge. It scares me, just like it always does, but Young-gi has me under his complete control and nothing can stop me now.
Before I know it, before I even have time to get too frightened, I’m cumming.
Cumming so hard that I have a spasm, that I would fall if he wasn’t holding me up.
My vision dims and my entire body throbs like one huge bomb just detonated inside me, like every centimeter of skin is connected to my dick and it’s all part of this world-stopping orgasm.
Young-gi fucks into me a few more times, and then he stiffens behind me with a deep groan.
He keeps jacking me with the toy though, stroking me through it until I see my cum dripping out of the mouth-shaped opening.
I shiver and jerk, twitchy and over sensitive, but he keeps going even after we’re both finished climaxing.
I groan, anxious and confused, my brain totally offline still. He isn’t moving inside me but he’s panting against my shoulder as he lazily pumps my cock with the sleeve, until I’m shuddering all over again from hypersensitivity.
“Daddy!” I cry out, hissing from the pleasure-pain. “Daddy, please.” I’m not sure what I’m even asking for.
“You think you could cum again?” he asks, sounding tired but curious.
Goddamn, he’s going to kill me.
“Y-yellow,” I stammer, because I’m not sure I can take much more of this but if he really wants me to, I’ll fucking try.
He stops moving the toy, and pulls me against him.
“Maybe next time,” he murmurs, pulling me down onto the bed with him. He slips out of my body, and I lay in his arms, totally replete.
He makes my whole body clench when he pulls the toy off my cock and I whimper, an embarrassing sound that I’ll regret later…if I have any brain cells leftover. This just ruined me. I’m dead.
“Did you like that?” he asks me, his voice deep and sensual. Oh, my eyes are closed.
A dopey, exhausted smile lifts my face, but I legit can’t open my eyes.
“Best present ever,” I pant, meaning every word.
“Mm. Good. I think so too.”
And I’m too wiped out and overstimulated to laugh but I feel like I’m laughing on the inside, lit up with joy and excitement.
We lay there panting for a while, slowly coming down from the high of endorphins. I feel so warm and safe that my eyes slip shut and I hum contentedly. He pets my pack, my side, and I hum again.
I don’t want to fall asleep, I have shit to talk to him about, so I peel my eyes open with great effort.
And the first thing I see is the discarded Fleshlight a few feet away, leaking cum on the bed.
It’s shaped like a mouth.
“Young-gi,” I ask slowly, feeling kinda stupid, but also like I’m definitely right about this.
“Hm?”
“Is that Fleshlight a mouth because of what I told you about? About how I have trouble with, you know?” I feel like sinking into a hole and disappearing because of course I’m probably wrong, but at the same time, he’s a crafty motherfucker and he’s already proven to be hypnotizing me to sleep so I wouldn’t put it past him.
“So what if it is?” he asks, husky and threatening.
I shiver, and a river of satisfaction and thrill goes through me.
I feel like I’m looking at the black gift bag all over again.
Like I’m getting another gift on top of the gift, or like, a gift inside the gift.
Like it had more than one purpose. To make me happy, to make me cum, but to also like, condition me to get over my issues with him.
“Sneaky son of a bitch,” I mutter. He pulls me to him with his arm around my waist and nips at the back of my neck, and my shoulder. I reach up and over to sink my fingers in his messy hair. I turn my head and–
And we kiss.
Just to kiss. Not to get to sex, not because I’m high. Just because we like it.
I moan into his mouth and feel him grin, so I growl at him just to make sure he knows I don’t appreciate his amusement at my expense. He makes a teasing little sound back and then I get too distracted to retaliate because he’s such a good goddamn kisser.
When he pulls away to let me breathe, I legit forgot what I was supposed to talk to him about.
Oh wait.
“Kira,” I roll to face him. “We’re done.”
His focus sharpens and he gives me his business face, his brick-wall stare, but he links our fingers together. “How so?”
“Brian got a photo of her and Janessa together and the fundraiser. We kind of made it seem like she and I were in an open relationship and now she’s with Janessa full-time.
She’s going to like, dump me I guess? Or maybe she did.
But our ruse is up. At least, that part of it. I’m still not Tommy Claremont but–”
“Sokolov,” he interrupts. “You’re Tommy Sokolov. I already told you that.”
“Well,” I gulp, my voice way too tight. “You know, I figured you meant, because like, I was her fiancé so–”
“Because I say so.” His rumble is deep and undeniable so I just nod.
“Okay. But she said, you know, that you and I could, I mean if you wanted to, whenever is best for you I guess, like, if we wanted to–”
Shit, I sound like Joshy.
The thought spurs annoyance and I scowl at his impassive face. “So do you wanna be my boyfriend or not?”
“No.”
Wait–what? I don’t even react, it is so not what I am expecting.
I start to pull away, but he keeps me close.
“You’re not going to be my boyfriend,” he continues, gripping my chin with his stern Daddy hold. “You’re going to be my fiancé.”
All the air leaves my lungs at once and I pounce on him, smacking lightly on his shoulders and chest. “Don’t fucking scare me like that!”
I’m acting angry, but I can’t stop my smile from growing.
He just lets me have my tantrum, holding my waist to keep me on top of him until I lean down, hands planted on his pecs.
“So you wanna get married, huh?” I tease. “Maybe I won’t say yes, did you ever think of that?”
“You’ll say yes.”
“You sound so sure.”
“I can get you to scream that word for me whenever I want,” he boasts, and I open my mouth to snark, only to snap it shut because shit, he’s so right. He totally can.
I’m too exhausted to get horny again so soon but his threat–his very valid threat–makes me warm inside.
“Yeah, okay,” I say breathily. “Let’s get married.”
He grins up at me. A small one at first, his usual subtle curve at one corner of his mouth. But it grows into something almost approaching a beam as he looks up at me.
“Put that away!” I cover his mouth with my hand, pretending to squint. “God, you’re blinding me!”
He rolls me over and pins me down and I have a horrible feeling that he’s about to tickle me and I’ll die if he hears my dying-cat screams when that happens so I distract him.
“But first,” I say quickly, desperately, “let’s fuck up Brian. Can we? Please? It would be so fuuuun. I almost shot him with an arrow that day on your lawn. Shit, let’s shoot him with an arrow. That sounds nice–mph.” Young-gi silences me with another kiss, slow and languid, claiming and pleased.
“Such a violent little thing,” he drawls into my mouth. He kisses his way across my jaw. “Sure, sweet boy. Let’s go fuck up the Vandmorson kid. Consider it an engagement present.”
“You get such good gifts,” I say with feeling.
And then the bastard tickles me anyway, until I scream my safe word.