Page 38 of Hamartia
When I look up at him, he’s not looking at my dick, he’s looking at my face, propped up with his hand under his head. He drags his eyes over my mouth and then down my body slowly, so fucking slowly. When his gaze lands on it I see his mouth open a little, his tongue darting out to lick his lip so that it shines.
“So, the rockstar has a big cock,” he says, sounding distinctly unimpressed. “Isn’t it too obvious? What is the word…” He thinks about it. “Cliché?” He pronounces itcleech-aybut I get the meaning and it makes me laugh.
“Yeah, that’s me. A walking fucking cliché.” I wrap my hand around it and give it a few slow strokes while he watches.
“I do not know, but maybe a walkingfuckingcliché would not be here, doing this, with me.”
He flicks his eyes back to me, looking for something, before shifting his body closer. Then he angles his hips towards mine and leans over to kiss me. Somehow it feels like the first time again. It’s slow and sexy and I feel it in my balls. I have to grip my cock harder to stop myself coming over my hand. From a fucking kiss. He kisses around my mouth, licks up under my top lip, across my teeth, then sucks on the bottom lip. When I feel his hand wrap around mine at the base of my cock, I tilt my hips up off the bed and into his hand, desperate.
His hand, covered in those delicate silver rings he always wears, feels like heaven as it starts to move. The cool friction of the metal mixed with the soft heat of his skin.
“Let me,” he says, as he presses a kiss to my throat.
My hand falls away and I reach out to touch him, my fingers sliding into his hair. It’s silky and smooth and part of me wants to grip it hard and force his head down to take me in his mouth but this is also fucking great. He jerks me slow and teasingly to start, flicking his wrist so he almost circles over the head, before smoothing it back down. When he brings his hand up to lick it wet, before gripping hold of me again I swear out loud.
“Fuck, Jae, I need…” I manage, as he kisses me again.
“Mm? What do you need?” He nips at my throat, scrapes his teeth over my Adams apple, licks across my collarbone.
“Everything. All of it. I need…everything.”
I groan, leaning up to watch as he moves down my body to kneel on the floor between my legs. It makes no sense spoken out loud, but in my head it does. His lips are red and wet from kissing me and I love it. He pushes my dick toward my stomach and kisses beneath it, licks over my balls, then on the place where my thigh meets them, soft breathy kisses with small kitten licks of his tongue. When he sucks one of my balls into his hot wet mouth, I almost pass out.Holy fucking shit.
“Hang, on, stop, wait…”
He pulls off and lifts his head to look at me. When he realizes why he gives this low breathy laugh and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I let my head fall back on the bed, trying to steady my breathing as I feel him scrape his nails softly up and down my thighs, gently impatient. He places a kiss in the inside of one, then the other, then in the crease. A full body shiver rolls through me.
“I know you’ve never fucked a man, but have you ever let one do this to you?” he asks in that low voice.
“Suck my cock, you mean?”
“Suck your cock, I mean.”
I lift my head up to look at him. Then shake it.
He nods and then raises an eyebrow. When he lowers his mouth over my cock again, it’s so he can take me all the way to the back of his throat. He swallows around the head and I see fucking stars, before he’s pulling off to dip his tongue into the slit, then lifts off it entirely. He flicks his tongue softly over it, playing with it a moment, before he curls it around the crown and repeats the whole sequence all over again.
It’s no more than a minute before I’m coming into his perfect mouth, one hand fisted in his hair, the other splayed across his cheek and throat so I can feel my cock moving inside him. I don’t even see him swallow, too blacked out from pleasure to really see anything, but I do see him use his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth.
As I enjoy the afterburn of bliss, Jae stands, discards his jeans and wanders out of sight and out of the bedroom.
I lie there staring at the ceiling, that sense of peace settling over me like I normally have after sex. I expected to feel guilty, ashamed, weirded out that a guy has just given me the kind of pleasure I’ve been programmed to get from women, but I don’t. I feel at ease with everything that’s just happened. In fact, I want more.
Suddenly, the music that was playing earlier in the lounge, floats out of the speakers above the bed and he’s back. He’s still wearing the shirt he had on before which stops just below his ass and he’s holding the bottle of whiskey. I’m still lying where he left me, but I sit up when he comes to sit on the bed, shuffling back against the headboard. He gives me a crooked smile and moves around the bed to climb on and sit next to me. After a healthy mouthful he offers it out to me. It’s good, and it’s curiosity as well as the weight of his eyes, that force me to look at the label. Japanese single malt.
“You like whiskey?” he asks.
“I like anything. But this is good.”
“My favorite is a Scottish one, but they do not have it here. I have some of it at home.”
I take another gulp and hand it back to him. I let it sit on my tongue a moment before swallowing. “Home in Seoul?”
“Home in Seoul.”
A moment later, I feel Jae’s eyes on me.
“Where is home for you?”