Chapter 17 Elise #3
His hard, muscular body weighs me down, his weight more than welcomed. My hands fist at his shirt, and I grind my hips against his as our kisses only grow hotter and more feverish.
There’s no slowing down now.
We’ve lit the match and ignited what’s been building all evening long.
Gun breaks from my mouth long enough for me to yank his shirt up and over his head. Then his mouth is on mine again, hot and demanding.
He’s kissing me deep enough that I couldn’t hold onto my wits even if I wanted to. All thoughts vanish as I’m swept up in him and this charged moment.
His tongue tangles with mine, then he’s nipping and sucking at me. He’s biting at my jaw and throat as his mouth travels and his hands do too.
I tip my head back and moan as he wedges a hand between my thighs and cups my pussy through the clingy fabric of my leggings. He grinds the base of his palm into me, the instant friction between his grip and the fabric like torture.
It only makes me wetter. Makes the thin stretchy fabric slick with my arousal.
He knows this as he sucks at my throat and my entire body thrums in approval. I slide my fingers into his hair and drag his mouth back to mine, punishing him in my own way—panting and moaning and grinding back against his ministrations.
We tease each other like this ’til it’s no longer enough and we’re switching up again.
Gun’s sliding his hand down the front of my leggings, and I’m wrapping my limbs around him like a black widow about to feed. His fingers brush my smooth pussy lips before he parts my folds and slides inside me.
“Fuck, Goyangi…” he groans. “You’re already so fucking wet. Does your tight little pussy want my cock?”
I’m left shuddering after he slides his fingers in and out of me then flicks my clit. I’m in need of relief and not patient enough to wait for it.
It’s my turn to flip us, using my hips and thighs.
I push Gun back, suddenly astride him as I sit up and fumble behind me to undo the clasp on my sports bra.
The second its slipped down my arms and away from my chest, Gun’s greedily taking over.
His palms fill up with my breasts as I come back down on him for more kisses.
He toys with my piercings like he always does in moments like these, pinching and tugging to more sharp moans and gasps from me.
His erection prods my thigh as I straddle him, large and stiff and impossible to ignore. He’s as turned on as I am.
We’ve spent long enough teasing and torturing each other. We won’t even bother pretending like the other doesn’t want this.
Our hands move in blurred motion as we quickly get rid of the last barriers between us. I shimmy out of my leggings while he shoves down his pants and boxers and frees himself.
His erection stands proud, throbbing and dripping with precum. I pause long enough to run my tongue across his head and lick it up, making the veins in his neck protrude as he releases a thick groan of approval.
Then I’m mounting him. I’m positioning myself over him and his throbbing cock and sinking down to take him whole.
The sound we both make is primitive. It’s throaty and hoarse, thickened by the instant pleasure we give each other.
His big dick filling me up. My soft, wet pussy clenching around him.
Gun’s hands come to my ass and thighs. He squeezes my ass cheek as if to encourage me. But I don’t need to be told what to do—my hips start moving on their own, rising and falling.
I’ve sat up, my knees pinned to either side of him, as I slip into a bouncing motion. My breasts bounce along too, all for his viewing pleasure.
“God damn…” he groans. “You’re so fucking sexy, Goyangi. Bouncing on my cock like the greedy little thing you are.”
I only ride him harder, closing my eyes and working my hips in deeper, longer undulations. He palms my ass and keeps me going, his other hand snaking up to my breasts.
The rhythm we’ve developed is hard and frantic. We pant along as pleasure streaks through us, and we come back again and again for more.
I change the motion of my hips, grinding against him in more of a circle. It feels so good, an involuntary shiver quakes through me. My pussy contracts around his dick, and he responds with a buck of his own hips as if beyond his control.
His hand comes up behind my head, his fingers gripping my braids like rope, and he brings me down on top of him.
Now I’m braced above him, legs spread wide, his dick buried deep and our mouths inches apart. We come together in a kiss as we move as one.
Gun’s big dick feels like it’s deep enough to split me open. The pressure against the back of my pussy is so intense, I’m right on the verge of coming.
I can feel it building as I lift my hips and he meets me halfway. As I come down, he thrusts up, pumping into me.
His thick cock hits all the right spots, making me moan as I take every inch and tingles spread. He’s slamming in so deep he’s reaching the back of my pussy with every thrust.
“Ohhh… shit,” I gasp against his lips. “Gun… I… fuck, your dick is so deep!”
They’re the last words I’m capable of as my orgasm crashes over me. My whole body explodes with pleasure as heat rushes me and I start convulsing.
Thighs quaking, spine tingling, pussy spasming, it’s like I’ve been electrocuted with thousands of tiny pleasure shocks.
Gun kisses me with more passion than ever, holding me in place.
Making me take more of his cock as I come on it.
My pussy’s tingling and throbbing, and I know he can feel it. He can feel how hard I’ve come, and it only drives him to fuck me harder.
His hips buck up into me ’til he can’t stand it anymore. Then he’s rolling me under him and pushing me down on the floor.
I’m flush against the hardwood, my pierced nipples scraping the smooth surface as he drags my hips back and slams into me from behind.
His whole dick sinks in, and my body bows at the intense intrusion. More sparks of pleasure ripple through me, starting from my pussy and traveling elsewhere. I scream out at how deep he goes, my hand blindly reaching for my clit.
Gun draws back, then drives into me with more brutal force. The pace is immediately set, his thrusts deep and merciless.
It’s more of our sparring. Just another way we’re facing off as he fucks me relentlessly and my pussy swallows every inch.
I rub away at my clit, damn near drunk off him. Drunk off his dick and his strokes and the pleasure he gives me.
He gropes my ass and drives into me with punishing stroke after punishing stroke. Our ragged breaths and bodies crashing together become the only sound in the room.
We work for our pleasure, refusing to tap out ‘til it’s hard earned. ’Til we’re dripping with more sweat than ever and we have nothing left to give.
My pussy clamps around his cock as my second orgasm arrives and I cry out his name. Gun hisses as if he’s pained, but really the pleasure’s become too much. He’s caught in my viselike grip, and his dick’s throbbing inside me.
The pressure has reached an all-time high and there’s no way to fight it.
No way to stop the explosion.
He grips my hips with bruising strength and drives into me one final time, burying himself as deep as he can go. Then he’s filling me up with his hot release. We’re moaning at how good it feels and collapsing entangled with each other on the hardwood floor.
So damn spent neither of us can move for several minutes.
We’ve given new meaning to workout.
Finally, we drag ourselves up off the floor and head to the bathroom. Gun takes the lead on getting the shower started while I try to come down from the intense back-to-back orgasms I’ve just had.
Once under the hot spray of the water we can barely keep our hands off each other. At one point I push Gun back against the shower tiles and plant a deep kiss on his mouth while his hand palms my bare ass.
We tease and fondle each other as if tempted to start up again. Yet another round of our sparring.
When we do step out of the shower and towel off, I feel lighter and more relaxed than I have in a long time.
All the dopamine and endorphins and other pleasure chemicals are still buzzing through me.
Apparently, fucking a guy like Rhee Gun-woo will do that to you.
But I’m not the only thing that’s buzzing—my burner phone has started to do the same. I snatch it off the nightstand and check the string of texts that have come in.
They’re all from Uncle Jerald.
Hey baby girl
Back in the ROK
Was hoping we could meet up
Got u a souvenir
I smile and then glance over my shoulder at the glowing bathroom light. Gun’s still in there drying off. I quickly text back a reply.
I do love a new magnet for the fridge
Don’t do me like that
You know I always get you a shot glass too
U available tomorrow?
I hesitate, considering if it’s too risky to show my face in public. Even if it’s a quick meet up with Unc.
There’s also the fact he’ll ask about my mission. I’ll have the explain the latest.
Like the fact that I’m living—and sleeping—with the man whose family is responsible for Dad’s murder.
The situation feels so complex that it makes my head hurt and any buzzing pleasure is gone. But as the light flicks off in the other room, I hurry up and text my answer.
Sure, name a time and place.