Chapter 18 Gun
EIGHTEEN
GUN
I wake Elise with kisses and then my mouth on her pussy.
Her eyes are fluttering open as I’m kissing my way down her neck and then chest. A surprised smile breaks out on her face, her fingers sliding through my hair.
“Gun…” she moans throatily. “What are you…”
She can’t even finish her sentence. Any words she was about to produce fade out for the moan she releases.
I’ve made my way down the length of her body, pushing aside the neckline of her nightie and taking a tit into my mouth. It’s immediate pleasure for her as I suck the peak into my mouth and tease the other one with my fingers.
She can’t help herself, squirming under me, tugging at my hair.
I suck ’til her nipple’s hard, flicking my tongue against the tiny metal bar that’s pierced through. I’m doing the same to her other titty, rolling and squeezing and making her crazy.
Any grogginess has vanished.
I switch breasts, replacing one with my mouth and using my hand to toy with the other, now slick with my saliva.
It looks so fucking sexy on Elise—her nipple stiff and erect, her metal bar glinting, and my saliva gleaming on her beautiful dark-brown skin.
It’s almost as hot as how she feels in my mouth. How she writhes against me as I suck and run my tongue across her titty.
Both of them are hard and gleaming by the time I’m through.
Her breathing has deepened, her chest rising higher as she watches me through half-lidded eyelashes.
I slide further down her beautiful curvy body, taking my time as I go. My palms grope and caress every curve they can.
Her hips and thighs and ass.
My mouth follows, kissing my way down and leaving a trail of heat in my wake. She shudders against me, even my breath making her more sensitive.
Her nightie has become nothing more than a rumpled piece of fabric banded across her waist.
I have her exactly how I want her—aroused and spread out under me.
Damn near naked as she squirms and her breaths quicken.
I woke up with a giant fucking case of morning wood this morning, and I intend on fixing the problem. But I’m also hell bent on pleasuring Goyangi-ne.
I’m craving a taste of her pussy before feeling it wrapped around me.
I don’t stop ’til I reach her thighs, settling in between.
The cry Elise lets out when I lick her pussy reminds me why I call her what I do. She practically mewls as my tongue runs along her hot, slick pussy and I get my first taste of her.
It’s just the beginning.
Once I get a taste, I can’t stop myself even if I wanted to. Her sweetness explodes on my tongue, and I find myself devouring her. I lap at her pussy like she’s a piece of ripe fruit.
Elise grinds back against my mouth, eyes closed and bottom lip caught between her teeth. She’s already overcome with pleasure. Her whole body vibrates the more I taste her.
I go from lapping at her plump, juicy pussy to sucking her clit into my mouth. It’s swollen and throbbing and easily one of the most sensitive parts of her. As soon as I’m lightly sucking on the nub, she’s pulling harder at my hair.
She’s gyrating her hips, bucking against me, and her pussy walls grip at my fingers. To say it drives her crazy would be an understatement.
Elise is right on the edge. She’s so damn close she’s practically melting into a puddle.
I enjoy watching her like this.
This fierce and mysterious woman I’ve fought and battled finally letting her guard down and showing me this other side of her.
She’s always been beautiful and sexy. I’ve found her irresistible and attractive from the first moment I saw her in the neon-purple lights of Club Eclipse.
But like this, she’s so uninhibited and free that it’s a whole other level of sexy.
She’s perfect.
Enough to make my cock throb in my sweatpants and beg for release. I ignore my own arousal and focus on her orgasm.
My tongue flicks at her clit and my fingers slide in and out of her tight, wet heat, and together the stimulation finally unravels her.
Elise’s hips buck wildly, and she clutches at the sheets as she reaches her climax and comes.
I climb back up her body, still studying every reaction she gives, from her sharp breaths to the flushed look she’s developed on her face. Her eyes are darker than usual as they open and I peer into them.
I kiss her on the mouth, sharing her taste with her. I’m stroking my cock, running my hand over my throbbing length.
She hums in answer, as if understanding why I’ve resettled between her thighs. I sink into her slick heat and am instantly reminded how fucking good she feels.
Intense pleasure shoots from my head and down my shaft, spreading through me like little invisible pulses.
I soak in her tight wet pussy for a moment and then slide back, leaving only my tip inside.
Even that feels fucking phenomenal as my head rests at her pussy entrance and more blips of pleasure rush me.
The heat. The slick moisture. The way she naturally grips me as I stroke back in.
All of it is so damn good I’m left speechless. All I can do is grunt and moan as I work my hips and thrust in and out of her in long, deep strokes.
We look into each other’s eyes as our bodies move as one and our pleasure builds. Elise wraps her arms and legs around me and rakes her nails down my arms and back. She clutches at me as our bodies rock together and we seek each other’s mouth.
We pant and moan in between kisses, driving the other to the brink.
It happens fast. One moment I’m stroking into Elise. The next, her mouth’s falling open against mine and she’s coming again.
Her pussy ripples around me, so slick and hot and wet all at once. I feel every part of her, the tiny ridges that rub against my cock as I sink in deep and the natural heat that surrounds me.
Primitive instincts take the lead. My hips drive forward, and I find the hollow of her throat, nipping and biting at her almost like an animal would.
I bury myself inside her tight, rippling pussy, and then I finally give in. My orgasm comes on so strong that, for a few seconds, I’m paralyzed.
The pleasure crashes over me, and I spill myself inside Elise, biting and sucking at her throat as a guttural sound leaves me.
When we separate, we’re both wide eyed, pupils blown. I kiss her again, softer this time, as slowly we come down from our highs.
Elise gets up to take her morning shower while I head to the kitchen to make us coffee. The loft fills with the nutty aroma of freshly brewed coffee as I pull two mugs from the cabinets.
My phone pings with a message from Joon.
Outside
I thumbs up the message and then press the button on the building app to buzz him in. This loft being in Pangyo means it has some of the most advanced amenities, including a smart system that allows you to lock and unlock your doors from the convenience of your device.
Joon is the only person who knows that I’ve come here—and that it’s where Elise is hiding out.
Thus far, I’ve managed to evade any suspicion from the Cheongryong.
I’ve used my playboy slacker reputation to my advantage, making it known I’ve been on a party binge and even more immersed in Seoul’s nightlife than usual.
It’s nothing unexpected from me considering I’m known for wild nights of excess.
If anything, it’s made Father more embarrassed to even involve me in syndicate business. He seems to be waiting until this bender passes like the others before it.
But really I’ve been busy making sure the feline is safe and protected.
We’ve been growing closer, exploring the attraction and connection we have.
I’ve vowed to stay by her side—help her with her revenge quest. I meant every word, though it hasn’t been easy reconciling how I’ll do it and betray everything I’ve ever said I would be loyal to.
The Cheongryong oath is something I’ve lived my life by. The blue dragon inking my skin symbolizes my devotion to the syndicate.
I took an oath and swore I’d die before I ever betrayed it…
The door glides open as Joon enters dressed as ridiculously as expected. Today he’s in a motorcycle jacket and gym shorts that he’s paired with knee high socks. His wolfish mane of hair has grown even more unruly in the last couple weeks.
He juts his chin at me and says, “Sup, Gun-woo. You rang?”
“More like you owe me some intel. What’s the latest?”
“First, can we talk about this loft?” he whistles, glancing around the open space. “This might be even bigger than your penthouse in Gangnam—how much you paying a month? Maybe I’ll turn this into my love nest.”
“With you and what women?”
“I have plenty of cuties in my roster, my friend. Perfect 10s too. Like your sexy assassin girlfriend.”
I open my mouth to correct him and say Elise isn’t my girlfriend, then find I can’t utter those words.
The truth is, I like the sound of it. I like the possibility she could be.
We’ve damn sure been acting like a couple over the past week. We’ve settled into some kind of domestic bliss you’d think would be impossible for enemies.
But we’ve come to some kind of agreement to leave that out of the space we’ve shared here.
“All 10s, huh?” I ask instead. “Do these women realize you’re claiming them?”
“You underestimate me. Women love a softie like me. It’s called a golden retriever boyfriend. Ever heard of it?”
“Does that include dressing like you got in a fight with the hamper?”
Joon cracks a grin, folding his arms on the other side of the kitchen’s island counter. “Very funny, Gun-woo. We’ve already established I’m an impeccable dresser. Now do you want my intel or not?”
“Let’s hope it’s good.” I pour a third cup of coffee and slide it across the counter at him. “I take it the search for Silk continues?”
“Is she here right now?”
“You hear the shower in the other room.”
Joon leans forward and lowers his voice as if paranoid Elise might overhear. “The manhunt is intensifying. The Cheongryong-je has ordered all lieutenants and captains to scour every neighborhood in Seoul. But get this—they believe the real assassin is the masked man she was with.”