33. Loop（HOLES）
JAE
33
The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when I decided to head home early. I couldn’t remember the last time I did that. Usually, I thrived on the demands of my job, but today was different. Today, I wanted to be home.
When I walked inside, I found Verena sitting on the couch, chewing on a pencil and staring intently at her laptop. Her legs were bare, and she was wearing a pair of pink lace panties that made it impossible for me to think straight. The curve of her hips, the soft skin of her thighs, and the way the lace hugged her perfectly was a vision I couldn’t tear my eyes away from. Her wavy black hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing her face perfectly.
My gaze trailed over her, soaking in every detail. She hadn’t noticed me yet, too absorbed in whatever she was working on. The sight of her, so relaxed and unaware of my presence, sent a jolt of desire through me. She had no idea the power she wielded.
“Enjoying the view?” I said, my voice low and rough, a smirk playing on my lips.
She jumped, nearly dropping her laptop. “Jae! What are you doing home so early?”
“I decided to surprise you.” My eyes devoured her, and I couldn’t hide the hunger in my voice. “And I’m glad I did.”
Her cheeks flushed, and she shifted on the couch, trying to cover herself with the laptop. “I was just working…”
I crossed the room in a few strides, towering over her. “Don’t stop on my account.” My fingers brushed her cheek, trailing down to her neck. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
“Missed me?”
“Every second,” I growled, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. My hands roamed her body, feeling the soft skin of her thighs. She tasted like home, like everything I’d been missing.
“Jae,” she murmured against my lips, her voice trembling. “What’s gotten into you?”
“You,” I whispered, pulling her closer. “Only you.”
She quickly glanced at her watch. “You’re home way early.”
“I didn’t want to be at work,” I said, my eyes drifting over her. “What are you working on?”
Her reaction was immediate. She slammed the laptop shut, her cheeks flushing. “Nothing.”
My curiosity was piqued. “Nothing, huh?”
She stood up quickly, and I let my gaze travel up and down her body. The way her panties clung to her hips, the swell of her breasts barely contained by her tank top—it all made me ache for her in a way that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Every inch of her seemed to be designed to drive me mad with want. Last night, she let me taste her. And I wanted to do it again. Now.
“Uh, I’ll put pants on,” she said, moving to leave.
As she turned, I reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards me. The heat of her skin against mine sent a jolt through my body. “Don’t.”
She looked up at me, her eyes wide and filled with something that mirrored the craving I felt. “We have to talk about last night, Jae. It can’t happen again. Th-this wasn’t in the contract.”
“The contract?”
She nodded. “When we are here alone, there’s no reason to, uh, put on a show.”
I smirked, my grip on her wrist firm but gentle. “Well then, I’d be more than happy to take you in public. In fact, it would make me very happy to let everyone watch as I make you?—”
“Jae!” She slapped my chest, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.
“Get dressed.” I chuckled, releasing her wrist. “I’m taking you on a date.”
“A date?” she echoed, clearly taken aback.
“You mentioned the contract,” I said, my smirk widening. “We need a public appearance, hmm?”
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching mine. The tension between us was electric, a force that made my heart race and my body ache for her touch. She was so close, and every second that passed only heightened my desire.
Finally, she nodded and scurried away to her room in those fucking panties I wanted to tear from her body and stuff in my mouth.
I had plans for tonight, plans she couldn’t even begin to imagine. I was an expert at loopholes, at getting what I wanted. And tonight, I wanted her.
The thought of seeing her dressed up, the anticipation of being close to her, touching her—it was almost too much to bear. I now knew exactly how to make her unravel. I’d been going about this all wrong before. She wanted me desperate for her. And I was more than happy to oblige. The reward was worth it.
She had no idea what she was in for.
When she returned, she was dressed in a simple but elegant minidress that hugged her body in all the right places. Her hair was pinned up, revealing the graceful slope of her neck. The sight of her made my heart skip a beat. I felt a surge of pride and desire as I looked at her.
“You look stunning,” I said, my voice low and sincere.
She gave me a small smile, clearly still a bit flustered. “Thanks. So, where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” I replied, offering her my arm. She took it hesitantly, and we walked out to the waiting car I had arranged earlier.
The drive was anything but comfortable. The silence was thick with unspoken words and simmering tension. I couldn’t stop looking at her, every glance a brutal test of my restraint. Her dress rode up slightly, revealing more of her thighs, and I had to clench my fist to keep from reaching out. The fabric clung to her, making my mouth go dry.
I wanted her so bad it hurt, a physical ache that was becoming unbearable. My cock strained against my pants, and I bit my fist, trying to contain how much I needed her. She had no idea what she was doing to me, how close I was to losing control.
The desire to take her right there was almost overwhelming. I was an expert at getting what I wanted, and right now, all I wanted was her.
As we arrived at our destination, Verena looked around in surprise, but I could barely focus on anything other than the raw desire coursing through me. I wanted to pull her close, to kiss her until we were both gasping, to feel her skin against mine.
“Jae,” she said, her voice pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Hmm?” I replied, my eyes still lingering on her legs.
“This place is amazing,” she said, her excitement evident.
I forced a smile, trying to ignore the throbbing need that seemed to consume me. “Only the best for you,” I managed to say, my voice strained.
As we got out of the car, I reached for her hand, needing to touch her in some way. Her fingers intertwined with mine, and I sighed in relief. I wanted more. I needed more.
Leading her towards the entrance, I kept stealing glances at her, every part of me yearning to close the distance between us. The way her dress hugged her body, the way her hair framed her face, the way her eyes sparkled with excitement—it was all too much.
“Jae,” she said, stopping suddenly and turning to face me.
“Yes?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Thank you for this,” she said, her voice soft and sincere.
I nodded, swallowing hard. “You’re welcome.”
Tonight, I would make her see just how much I wanted her, just how desperate I was to make her mine. But for now, I had to play it cool, even though my body was screaming for hers.
We took the elevator up to the top floor and went outside. “I rented the entire rooftop garden for dinner,” I said casually, watching her reaction. “Michelin chef and all.”
I watched with satisfaction as she took in the scene. The twinkling lights strung overhead cast a magical glow over the rooftop, transforming it into a wonderland. She gasped softly, her lips parting in awe. The sight of her like this, genuinely surprised and delighted, made my chest tighten.
A million more future dates flashed through my mind, each one designed to elicit this exact reaction. I grinned when we reached the table, noticing the chairs placed side by side just as I’d requested. The server guided us to our seats, and I held my breath, waiting to see her response.
As we sat down, I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear. “Is this public enough for you?” I whispered, my voice low and teasing.
She rolled her eyes, but I could see the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “You really went all out, didn’t you?”
Before I could respond, the server approached with a bottle of wine, expertly pouring two glasses. I watched Verena take a sip, her eyes closing briefly in appreciation of the rich flavor.
Unable to resist any longer, I placed my hand on her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. She gasped, her eyes flying open to meet mine.
“Relax,” I murmured, my fingers gently stroking her thigh. “Just trying to make sure we look convincing.”
I saw her struggle to maintain her composure. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” she muttered, but there was no mistaking the way her body responded to my touch.
“Maybe I am,” I admitted, my voice husky with desire. “But I think you are too.”
She bit her lip, her eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and something else—something that made my pulse race even faster. The server brought out our first course, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss her, to taste her, to make her mine.
As the night went on, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Every smile, every laugh, every shy glance in my direction fueled the fire inside me. I knew I was pushing boundaries, but I couldn’t help it. Being this close to her, touching her, seeing her reactions—it was intoxicating.
The server set down our dessert: a beautifully arranged fruit plate with a scoop of creamy ice cream in the center. Verena’s eyes sparkled as she looked at it, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“We’ve come a long way from Jake’s Pizza Parlor on campus,” she joked, her laughter like music to my ears.
I chuckled, remembering that hole-in-the-wall place we used to frequent. “Ah, Jake’s. That place was a dump, but they had the best pepperoni pizza. Remember how they’d always forget to clean the tables?”
She grinned, shaking her head. “And the jukebox that only played nineties hits. I swear, if I never hear ‘Wannabe’ by the Spice Girls again, it’ll be too soon.”
I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the wine. “Hey, I still have fond memories of that place. It was where we’d go to de-stress after finals.”
“True,” she admitted, her eyes softening. “It was our little escape.”
We fell into a comfortable silence. The server discreetly stepped back, leaving us alone with our memories and the dessert.
Feeling a sudden surge of mischief, I picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the ice cream, and then, with deliberate slowness, rubbed it along the curve of her neck. She seemed shocked, but she didn’t push me away. I leaned in and licked the sweet trail off her skin, savoring the taste of strawberries and her natural scent.
I hesitated for a moment, my eyes never leaving hers as I dipped the strawberry into the ice cream. There was a raw, unspoken desire between us, and I felt my own restraint fading away. I could see the anticipation in her eyes, the exhilaration of being so close to me, so close to a forbidden act. And I wanted her to experience that rush, feel that magnetism as I pushed us closer to the edge.
Gently, I slid the strawberry between her lips. Her mouth opened slightly, and I could feel the warmth of her breath on my fingertips. I watched as the ice cream melting on the tip of the strawberry trickled down her chin, a small trail of temptation being offered by the victorious fruit.
I slowly licked the strands away. Fuck, she tasted good.
“To convince people, hmm?” I murmured against her skin.
She quivered slightly. “Quite the loophole, Mr. Lee,” she replied, her voice tinged with amusement and something else—something that made my blood heat.
“Well,” I said. “I’m an expert at finding loopholes.”
She laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you’re still here,” I pointed out, my hand still resting on her thigh, my thumb brushing gentle circles against her skin.
“Yes,” she admitted. “I guess I am.”
“But, I think I know something that would taste better…” I reached under the table, easing her dress up. She went stiff for a moment and I took a large strawberry, pressing it against her?—
“You’re not wearing panties,” I croaked. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She wasn’t wearing any. Shit fuck damn I was lost. Gone. I wasn’t going to make it home.
“It showed a panty line!”
“I’m not fucking complaining, baby.”
She quickly looked around. “Someone could be watching.”
“That’s the point. You’re the one that wanted to stick to the contract. We need to make it convincing, don’t we? I’m a public figure. Newspapers and magazines are writing up stories about our whirlwind engagement. Let’s give them something to talk about.”
I expected her to push me away, slam her legs shut, and stomp out of here in those heels that would drive me mad for the rest of my life.
But instead, she parted her thighs.
She scooted forward in her seat.
She shuddered when I started thrusting the strawberry inside of her slick pussy. I wanted to taste her, didn’t I?
Her nails dug into the table, her eyes locked on mine as I slid the juicy fruit into her, the pulsating sensation of my thumb against her clit making her tremble. I could barely breathe, watching her response to my touch. I was completely undone by this woman, and I knew she was too.
“Can I taste you again, Verena?” I asked.
I waited.
And waited.
Her eyes flared. I knew she was imagining me kneeling under the table, licking that glorious swollen clit of hers like I was a starving man.
I waited some more until finally she said what I’d been aching for.
“Yes.”
I pulled the strawberry out of her and lifted it to my lips. She watched with rapt attention as I wrapped my lips around it and groaned.
The sweetness of the strawberry combined with the taste of her arousal sent a jolt of desire through me. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment.
“You taste like heaven,” I murmured as I savored the sweet fruit. “I could eat you all night.”
Verena bit her lip.
“Were you hoping for something else?” I teased.
“Get the check, Jae,” she rasped.
“Yes, baby.”
“Hurry the fuck up.”
“As you wish.”
“Now, Jae.”
That was enough to have me picking her up and carrying her to the elevator, the strawberries long forgotten. I’d prepaid for our meal with the reservation. I’d planned for all of this the same way I planned business proposals and schematics. I didn’t leave anything to chance or give her a reason to back out of this deal.
The town car parked out front with the driver was waiting for us.
A finish line I’d worked hard for.
“Take a walk,” I barked at the driver before gently placing her in the back seat and joining her. Once the door was locked, she clawed at me, feral.
Our teeth clashed. Our lips pressed in fury.
She dug her nails into my neck.
I laid her down on the back seat and rolled her dress up.
Fuck. Her pussy was the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen. I could stare at it all fucking day.
It was a delicate pink, with wetness that glistened beautifully against her smooth skin. It was like a flower in full bloom, inviting and alluring.
Every contour and fold was like a work of art, designed purely for my pleasure and worship. I couldn’t resist the temptation to explore every inch of it, to taste and savor and lose myself.
Her thighs were splayed open, inviting me in. I couldn’t resist. I dove in, my tongue exploring every inch of her, tasting her sweetness and desire.
And fuck. She tasted so goddamn good. I couldn’t even help but groan in appreciation.
Verena arched her back, her breaths becoming ragged as I devoured her. I thrust my tongue deep inside her, feeling her muscles clench and release around me.
The sound of her moans and gasps filled the small space, mingling with the soft rustle of clothing and the occasional squeak of the car suspension. It was a symphony of pleasure.
She grabbed the back of my head, pulling me deeper into her, her hips bucking against my face. My hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened beneath my touch. I knew she wanted this as much as I did.
“Fucking hell, Verena. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please, please, please, let me taste this every day. I want to live every moment with you grinding your clit against my tongue.”
“Stop talking and make me come, Jae.”
My heart pounded as I continued to devour her, knowing that she was so close. I longed to feel her orgasm tremors beneath my mouth, the flush of her heated skin against my lips and tongue. I delved deeper, my fingers pulling on her nipples.
Her body started to tremble, and then it happened. A shudder passed through her, and she cried out, her orgasm washing over her. I held her there, letting her ride it out, my mouth still pressed against her core.
Finally, she came back to earth, and I pulled away. Her eyes met mine, and I saw the same hunger and desire that I felt reflected back at me.
“Mmm, thank you,” I moaned, my voice husky with desire.
“For what?” she purred, a seductive smile playing on her lips.
“For blowing my mind with that amazing fucking dessert. You’re too damn irresistible, Vee.” My eyes traveled down her body hungrily, unable to resist the lust coursing through me. “Everything about you is just so goddamn delicious.”
She sat up, still breathing hard. Then, when she saw my hard cock straining against my pants, she reached for it, but I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “Nope.”
“That has to be uncomfortable. And last night…”
“You only touch me when I ask, baby. When I beg. Don’t even think about giving me the privilege of pleasure until I’ve earned it.”
Her mouth dropped open. “O-oh.”
“I’ll get the driver. Let’s go home.”