15. Chapter Fifteen #5
I’m so hard it hurts. The tip of my cock is wet, smearing against my own stomach where it’s pressed between us, every shift of Seyeon’s body above me sending jolts of sensation through me that make my jaw clench.
I press my mouth to the hinge of his jaw, the hollow below his ear, let my teeth graze, feel him shudder.
I catch his mouth. He kisses me back messily, distracted, his focus split between my tongue and his fingers.
The small gasps and half-voiced moans against my lips are driving me out of my mind.
I grip his arms, feeling the muscles flex as he moves behind himself, and pull back just far enough to breathe.
Seyeon slips his fingers free with a wet sound that makes my cock throb. His eyes open, hooded, hazy with want, the brown nearly swallowed up. He looks at me and I can see every bit of what he’s feeling on his face. Not guarding a thing.
He takes my hand.
Lifts it to his mouth.
My lungs empty as Seyeon draws two of my fingers between his lips.
The heat of his mouth closes around them, wet and soft, and his tongue slides over the pads, curling around them, sucking gently.
His eyes hold mine the whole time and the sight of him with my fingers in his mouth, cheeks hollowed, lips stretched around my knuckles, is so fucking gorgeous that my cock kicks between my legs and a helpless sound slips out of my throat.
He pulls my hand free slowly, a string of spit catching between my fingertips and his bottom lip. Then he guides my hand down between his thighs. Seyeon shifts, spreading his knees wider over my lap, and presses my fingers against his entrance.
“Feel how ready I am.”
He pushes my fingers inside.
I groan, my free hand gripping his hip as his body takes me in.
He’s open, slick from his own prep, and so hot inside that I have to close my eyes and breathe.
His body clenches around my fingers, tight, pulsing, and I feel the heat of him, the way his muscles flutter and grip.
Seyeon’s breath shakes as he pushes my hand deeper, his head dropping forward, forehead nearly touching mine.
His mouth is open, his breaths coming in short, warm puffs against my lips.
“Ryowoon.” The way he says my name goes through me like a blade. “Feel me.”
I curl my fingers and he gasps, his back arching, his nails biting into my wrist where he’s still gripping it.
I watch his face, every micro-expression, the way his brows draw up, the way his lips tremble, the way his eyelids struggle to stay open because he wants to keep looking at me even as his body shakes.
I press deeper, crook my fingers and find the spot that makes him jerk and cry out, his body clamps around me, a vise of wet heat.
I growl and my hands close around his waist as I flip him.
Seyeon hits the mat on his back and the breath rushes out of him, his hair fanning across the pillow, his eyes wide and bright with surprise.
I rise over him, one hand planted beside his head, and look down at his face.
His lips are swollen from kissing, slick and parted, his cheeks flushed, his chest heaving.
He looks disheveled and smug about it at the same time and I want to eat him alive.
“You’re such a tease,” I rasp, my voice winded and shot to hell. “You know that, Heo Seyeon?”
His mouth curves. That grin. Half dare, half invitation. The one that says what are you going to do about it? His eyes glitter up at me and his chin lifts, the faintest tilt. A challenge. Always a fucking challenge with him.
I grip his thighs. Shove them apart. His knees fall wide and I settle between them, wrap my fingers around my cock and line the head up against his hole. I can feel the heat of him before I’ve pushed in, the twitch of his rim against my tip, swollen and tender and still giving for me.
I keep my eyes on his face. Don’t look away, don’t blink as I push in.
Seyeon’s head snaps back against the pillow.
His throat stretches, tendons pulling tight, his lips peeling apart on a gasp.
His cheeks bloom with bright pink, the flush spilling down his neck, across the tops of his shoulders.
I can see his jaw clench, the muscles flexing, his teeth grinding together through the stretch.
His fingers twist in the blankets at his sides.
I sink deeper. His body resists and then yields, opening around me in pulses, I watch the pain move across his features.
The crease between his brows, the tight press of his lips, the way his nostrils flare as he forces himself to breathe through it.
Then it shifts. His mouth falls open. His jaw unclenches.
His brow smooths and his eyes go unfocused, glazed, his pupils blown wide as the stretch eases.
I thrust forward. Past the last of the resistance, burying myself as far as his body will allow, until my hips press flush against the backs of his thighs and there’s nowhere deeper to go.
My arms shake.
He’s so tight around me it’s almost unbearable, the clench of his inner walls like a fist, squeezing, gripping.
Heat unlike anything else on this earth, slick and alive and pulling at me.
I can feel every twitch of his muscles, every involuntary flutter, his body adjusting to the invasion, making room for me and then clamping down as if trying to keep me there.
My cock throbs inside him, pulsing, my own heartbeat through the length of it where it’s buried in him.