Page 141 of Paradox
“Please don’t tease me.” He hangs his head.
Everything about Jeon Jintae is everything I’d never looked for.
His pretty eyes.
His dimples.
His smart, bratty mouth.
But not this.
I raise his chin from where it has fallen against his chest. “You know I can’t stand it when you don’t look at me.”
His top lip pulls to one side, then he’s climbing up my body so he can look down at me. “Promise me this is real.”
With my hand behind his head, I force his mouth back against mine and devour him like he’s the last bit of oxygen left on earth. And that truly is what he has become to me. Jealousy, to infatuation, to my life force. Without him, I can’t survive.
I pull back, my chest pounding as I catch my breath.
His eyes dart across my face as mine linger on his red, swollen lips.
I want to eat him, every last inch until it’s impossible to ever have me without him, too.
Jin wraps his arms around my head, lets his legs fall free, and kisses me as he slides to the floor.
With his feet on the ground and his tongue in my mouth, I let him change our position until my back is against the door. His hands slowly release from around my neck and flatten against my chest. Then he grazes over my nipples as he drags his handsdown my stomach, and when he gets to my jeans, he looks up—like he’s checking if it’s okay to continue.
I nod, and he remains looking at me until the fly is undone and he’s pushing them down.
My dick hits his stomach.
I see him shudder, and tense.
I rest my hand on the back of his head to calm him, but he just shakes me off.
Kneeling, he takes my pants with him. And when they are off, he runs his hands up the back of my legs to my knees.
He leans in and runs his nose up the end of my cock until his cute little tongue is kitten licking the tip.
I want to stop him, but also, I want to burn this picture into my brain for the rest of time.
Still with no hands, he takes a bigger lick, then gapes his mouth.
With his eyes on me, he moves his head back and forth so I slide in and out over his tongue—his lips never touching me. It's torture, and he knows it.
I bite my lip and slap my fist back against the door.
"That's enough, Jin."
His filthy face turns coy. "I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?"
"Just get on your back."
His hands leave my legs and slowly reach for the floor so he can crawl backwards on the rug.
Now he’s too far away.
I push off the door but I’m halted in my tracks as he lays down and pulls off his sweatpants.
