Page 64 of Never Too Late

I think maybe, I lost myself.

Because Jae makes me whole.

Jae reminds me I’m home.

No. Jae is my home.

Without a second thought, he dips his head down, meeting my lips with his own. Devouring me. Savouring me. We kiss as though it’s our last day on earth. Lips and teeth clashing, sucking and tasting each other’s mouths. Fireworks go off in my mind, butterflies swarm around my stomach. He’s reminding me what it feels like to be alive. Truly alive. Not just a shell.

He isn’t just kissing me, he’s promising me. And I’m not just kissing him, I’m apologising. I can feel the smile on his lips as his tongue dances with my own, it's as though he has the same thought running through his mind.

He’s always known what I think and how I feel before I’ve known myself.

He’s always been patient with me. Always been kind.

And even though I hurt him, I no longer have the energy to worry about him leaving me. I can no longer concentrate on that. At this moment, the only thing my mind focuses on is him.

He slowly pushes me back to the bed, lifting me up to place me on top of the sheets before pushing my legs apart and climbing in between. Slowly moving his hands towards the hem of my shirt, he helps lift it over my head. He’s always admired the artwork I have around my body, and he doesn’t waste a single moment making sure I’m aware of that. As soon as my top is on the floor, he’s kissing my stomach, my chest, my neck. Everywhere. Torturing me. Loving me.

“Keep your eyes on me, pretty boy,” his masculine voice drawls, husky and deep.

My favourite tune.

He has strategically planned this moment. This is what he’s best at. This is what he’s been trained to do.

To infiltrate his target.

And right now, I feel like I’m suffocating and about to combust at any moment.

I lift my hips, giving him the permission he’s seeking, and he smirks at the gesture.

His fingers unbutton my jeans with precision as he slides them and my boxers down my thighs slowly, making my length bounce onto my stomach. The tip now an angry shade of purple, hard and heavy in between the two of us.

For a moment, Jae doesn’t move. He stands and stares at my naked form and he does what I love most about him. He smiles.

“Pretty boy, your cock is as amazing as I remember.” He grips it tightly, the sensation I have missed the most, and a groan escapes me.

He moves his hand up and down before stopping and I almost cry out for him to continue, but before I can open my mouth, his plush lips are wrapped around the tip and he takes me to the back of his throat in a hurried movement.

“Fuccckk, sunshine, take it easy. It’s been a while since I’ve had your lips on me. Let me savour it or else I’m going to come too quickly.”

His face shines with mischief as he grins around my length and nods before humming while he goes back to sucking.

I stare in awe as his head bobs up and down and he takes me to the back of his throat again, harder and faster than before and I let out a moan when his throat constricts around me, it takes all the energy I have left inside of me to hold back.

“Shit. I’m going to come.” My hands move to grip his head in place, stopping him from sucking, and with hooded eyes, he glares at me.

I can’t help but chuckle.

“I forgot you were a hungry cock slut, but if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

“As much as I want to make you come with my dick, we have all the time in the world. But I’m starving. I need to make you come with my mouth.”

Excuse me.

Before I can respond to him, his hands palm the inside of my thighs, spreading them apart further until I’m in an obscene position.

And with the way my body is right now, his hands still around my legs, keeping me wide open, it allows me to see everything he’s doing.

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