Page 122 of Paradox
“You know what she needs.”
He pulls my hair until I roll off of him. “Not gonna happen.”
As soon as he loosens his hand, I pounce back on him. “C’mon. You know it’s the only way she’ll get the message.”
“You’re not sending her a video.”
“A picture then?”
“No.” He squirms beneath me, but I hold him down.
“Don’t be such a prude.”
“I’m not a prude. I’m—ahh.That’s not fair.”
“All’s fair in sex and ex-girlfriends.” I hook my feet over his ankles to stop him from moving his legs while continuing to kiss his chest.
“You never play fair.”
“You’re too easy to get riled up.”
When I’m certain he won’t move, I release his hands and move backwards; my lips marking a course down the center of his stomach.
His dick hits my neck and chin as I run the tip of my tongue through the short black hairs that star in so many of my dreams. Moving lower, I bury my nose in them. They’re the only part of him that doesn’t smell like me. That, and his cum.
I turn my head ninety degrees and wrap my lips sideways around his shaft.
His hands fly towards my head, and he waits until I’m almost at the tip before me twists his hips and fucks into my mouth.
He’s so much bolder than he was on Christmas day. Now there’s nothing he’s unsure of. If he wants me to suck him off, all he has to do is put his dick near my mouth. I haven't said no once. Just like he’s never refused me when I grab him by the waist, force him against something, and stick my tongue down his throat.
Two men alone together really is a dangerous thing. Especially for their sanity. And especially if it turns out they love sucking cock as much as I do.
I still can’t get over how pretty Jin’s is; perfectly straight and even the whole way up with the crown the sexiest shade of pink.
Receiving is great, but there’s something about the way he moans whenever my throat contracts against his tip. Or how it feels to push him into my cheek and have him pop out past my stretched lips. And the veins—the way they pulse harder against my tongue the more worked up he is…
“For fuck’s sake,” he growls, driving up into my mouth extra hard when another text comes through, like he’s punishing me for Shawn’s inability to take a fucking hint. My eyes are drawn to the brightness of my phone in the dimness of the morning, but Jin slaps my cheek. “Stop worrying about her. I’m the one you’ll be tasting in a minute.”
With my torso supported above the mattress by my forearms—my feet hanging off the end of the bed—I keep my eyes trained on him as he treats me as roughly as he wants. But all too soon I’m losing focus when his abuse of my throat ratchets up a notch. He’s not small, but he’s also not big enough to get a true deep throat going, but that doesn’t stop him from barging as far past my tonsils as he can. I’m a gagging, spluttering mess within seconds; saliva dripping over my lips as my face reddens and my hands grip the sheets.
“Fuck, Hyung. You feel so good.”
I let go of the sheet and grab onto his waist.
I feel his back arch, and he thrusts up a final time.
His cum is hot in my mouth. I want to swallow it, but it’s too much after what he just put me through. So on its own, my throat fights back, and with several uncontrollable coughs, I splatter his stomach and legs with thick spit streaked with white.
With a dry, smug snicker, Jin tightens his grip and yanks my head up. “Do I really taste that bad?”
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and tell him; "No. But you’ve got three seconds to roll over,” then shift to the small set of drawers by the bed.
Jin spins onto his stomach as I grab the lube.
“Ass up.”
His hands slide beneath the pillow as he raises his hips. And when he arches his back to show me his cute little hole, I hiss and squeeze my shaft—digging in my nails in self flagellation for even thinking about how easy it would be to hold him down and tear his first time away.
