Page 114 of Paradox
The look on his cum–stained face is eager, like he expects me to know exactly what he wants. But I’m running on fumes, here.
Collapsing back down into Eden’s lap, I feel tiny again.
My softening dick is embarrassing next to his.
As if he can feel my shame, he grabs hold of himself and shakes it just enough for some pre cum to flick against me. Then he spreads it around with the head of his giant cock; the underside of his shaft rubbing back and forth across the top of my limp one. “You’re so cute.”
“Don’t make fun of me.”
He pulls me forward and presses our foreheads together. “I’m not.”
I can smell my cum on him, and I get possessive. “Fuck, you smell amazing.”
“I smell like you.”
I wrap one arm around the back of his head. “I know… But when do you wantyourgift?”
“You already gave it to me,” he smirks against my lips then shoves his tongue into my mouth.
Everything about him feels so big right now, and I’m not sure if what I just did actually happened, or if I only dreamt it. “What do you mean?”
“You know I like it when you treat me like shit.”
“Sure, but what’s that got to—”
“You’re not the only one with masochistic tendencies, Jin. Do you not think it’s humiliating as fuck to have my best friends kid brother come all over me?”
“And you loved it, too.”
“I sure did you little prick. Now tell me whereI’mgonna come.”
A filthy moan slips from my lips. “I want it on my ass.”
Stars twinkle in the blackness. “All over?”
“No… And I want you to fuck me with your fingers.”
“You dirty slut.”
“I’m your slut, Hyung.”
The way Eden’s mind grinds to a halt at my use of that word is so adorable it makes me giggle.
“What’s the matterHyung?”
His body shudders beneath me.
Us, the past month, what I’ve just done. There's so much juxtaposition entangled in one small word that I had never imagined myself ever using in the presence of Eden van der Hart.
“Do you wanna take it back?” he asks.
“Do you wanna shut the hell up and get back inside me?”
The sound of my own words hitting my ears has my cheeks burning.
Eden slides forward off the sofa, taking me with him.
Jerking me around like I’m a doll, he spins me and forces me, stomach first, over the coffee table.
