Page 79 of Paradox
He kisses me again, so deep, so confusing to all my senses that I feel more drunk from it than I did the soju.
He wraps his hand around my shaft, and squeezes.
I curse in a string of incoherent babbles as I fall forward onto my hands.
“Goddamn it, Jin. Seeing you in this position…”
I look back and right into Eden’s eyes. “So why not take advantage of it?”
Out of nowhere, he winds back and slaps my ass. Quirking his top lip at my reaction, he does it again, this time kneading the spot with his giant hand. And just as the last of the sting fades, he smacks me for a third time.
With a gasp, I collapse further forward onto my elbows and let my hands fall through the gap between the slats that make up the stairs.
“That’s it,” he grumbles like I’ve done something wrong, and lifts one of my legs to the side so he can take his dick back. “Don’t you fucking move.”
Staring at the back wall of the cabin, I listen to Eden walk to the pantry. When he’s back, I feel something cold drip from my lower back, down my ass crack, and between my legs. I moan atthe sensation, and turn my head to see him pouring olive oil on me.
Bottle discarded, his hand scoops down between my legs to spread it around.
The slick squelch has my pelvis tilting.
He digs deeper and starts cupping his fingers around my balls before sliding back out to do it all over again.
One time, he reaches through enough to stroke my dick. And the sight of his hand disappearing then reappearing from between my legs is playing with my mind.
What dream is this?
What wet, slippery heaven am I living?
After forcing my legs back together, the squelch starts back up as Eden coats his own dick, then grabs it by the base.
“Head forward,” he tells me, and I do as I’m told.
He slaps the underside of his shaft against my butt and I feel droplets of oil hit my back.
Soft, and warm, he rubs the head of his dick up and down the crease of my ass.
Every time he glides over my hole, my heart skips a beat.
Eden grabs my hip with his clean hand and pushes between my thighs. “Fuuuuuck,” he keens, then pulls back to glide through again. “You look so good from back here… Squeeze your legs tighter.”
I tense my thighs and push my knees even closer.
“That’s it… Damn this feels better than I thought it would.”
It doesn’t take long for Eden to start slapping against me.
My head jerks with every thrust.
My shoulders bump into the step above the one I’m clinging to the back edge of.
Disobeying my orders, I look behind to peek at Eden’s face; eyes shut, head back, and mouth muttering profanities with twohands digging into my waist so he can force me back against him.
“E–Eden...” I manage to gasp out between his violent thrusts.
He grabs me by the hair so he can pull me up.
He twists my neck so he can kiss me.
