Page 67 of Paradox
I run my nose along the crook of his neck and up to his ear. “I don’t know about that.” I bite on his ear lobe and scoop under his ass. “I wanna see you come while you pay me no attention. You know how I get when I’m ignored.”
Jin’s spine and head arch back.
I nip at his neck.
He moans, "I… I need more.”
“I’ve never fucked a guy before.”
“Neither have I. But—” His lips are back on mine. They’re dirty and aggressive. His tongue is fire; fast, firm, and insistent. He kisses like a demon—like he’s trying to suck the soul right out of my body.
I push my hand further beneath his pajamas until I graze his nipple.
His hands fall limply by his head as his breath hitches between our lips.
I pinch him harder than I should, just to swallow down more of his airy breath.
I wrap my hand around his waist, and squeeze.
A dizzy rush fogs my head at just how small he is in my grip.
I want to see him writhing beneath me, fucked out by how good I make him feel. But not now. Not yet.
I want to drag this all out for as long as I can stand it.
Until every morning he’s kneeling at my feet, staring up at me with his pretty eyes, begging me to take him.
To ruin him.
To show him what it means to be fucked by a man.
There won’t be a single surface of this cabin where I haven’t filled him to the brim…
Jin lets his whole body relax.
Then his hands are on the rug and I can feel him pulling against me.
Lithe and brazen, he pushes himself out from underneath me.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I ask as he props himself against the couch.
Without saying a word, he undoes the top button of his pajama shirt and slips it off over his head.
This is far from the first time I’ve seen him half naked, but the way his abs are tensing as he pants is sending me dumb. Then he cups his hand below my mouth, and I almost lose my mind altogether.
Spitting into his palm, I watch his hand disappear inside his pants.
His eyelids hood as he starts stroking. He’s trying so hard to keep looking at me.
Fed up with my curtained show, I reach out to tug his pajamas down.
I breathe out; "Fucking hell, Jin,” and move closer.
He tilts his head up so his nose rubs against the side of mine. “Is something wrong?”
“Where the fuck have you been hiding that?”
I feel him smirk against my lips. “Are you impressed?”
