Page 40 of Hamartia
He places a hand on my chest before fisting my t-shirt and pulling me closer. Then it’s heavier, hotter, us panting into each other’s mouths as he moves closer. When he throws a leg over and straddles me, our cocks harden against each other in an instant.
Pulling back from my mouth, he takes a final sip from the bottle before offering it out to me. I swallow a large mouthful and he takes it back and sets it down on the nightstand. When he kisses me again his mouth is full of the whiskey, warm from his tongue which I suck at before nibbling on his lip. The liquid drips from our parted mouths down his chin and I chase it, sucking it from him. Under his jaw and back to his ear, down the column of his neck to his shoulder. His hands sink into the lengths of my hair and he pulls my head back, gently, as he begins to move. Soft sensual movements of his hips so that our dicks rub together.
When I bite down on his shoulder, he moans, and I wonder what he’d do if I sucked hard enough to mark him here. It turns me on thinking of his perfect pale skin bruised from my mouth. It’s sobering, because when the fuck did I becomethatperson? The person who wants to mark their lovers up. Is the thought more palatable to me now because he’s a guy? A muscular, fit guy who could probably fight me off if he wanted to? Have I ever or would I ever be turned on at the thought of leaving a mark on a woman’s skin? The answer is instantaneous: hell fucking, no.
His movements begin to speed up, filthy rolls of his hips that turn my head to noise and my cock to stone. I move my mouth away from the spot on his neck and back to his collarbone, but his t-shirt is in the way. I urge it up and he pulls it off and the second it’s gone I lean forward to mouth at his nipple, sucking it into my mouth.
His reaction is fucking instant. His whole body coming alive—I feel his cock harden all the way against mine. So, he likes that. I do it harder, looking up at him to find his eyes dark with want and his wet mouth open and panting. With my free hand I reach between us to grab both our dicks, curling my fist tight around our erections. The slide is pretty dry, and he notices, because then he’s leaning across me to his nightstand and pulling open the drawer.
I almost laugh when I see what it is. Or, what it’s not. It’s not cheap ass lube anyway; it’s expensive-looking fragrant oil that goes straight for my synapses the second he pumps it into his hand. It’s sweet and musky and sexy all at once. It smells like him. It’s arousing as fuck.
He slides his hand over mine, nudging mine out of the way and then he’s slathering this almost hot shit over our cocks. I groan out loud, my head dropping back against the headboard so that I’m just watching him jerk us both off. He’s still rolling his hips, but it’s slower now, in time with the slide of his hand.
I drag my eyes up over his abs and pecs, strong and defined, and up to his shoulders. He’s ridiculously toned. He’s got a small-ish looking frame but it’s elegant with it, and under his clothes it’s all sculpted muscle that hardens and pulls as he moves. He’s mesmerizing.
“You think I’m beautiful?” he asks.
I can only blink up at him, stunned that he’s seemingly read my mind. But most likely it was evident on my face as I drank him in. He has this almost cocky look on his face, but there’s something hiding behind it, beneath it. Something…vulnerable.
I nod, gasping as he twists the head of my cock against his.
“I think you might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” The scent of whatever oil he’s using has gone straight to my head clearly. Both heads. But I’m not done. “Sometimes I wonder how you can be real. How the hell…ah, fuck, Jae.” I gasp as I feel him slide a hand under my balls, stroking them, kneading the skin beneath them. It feels incredible.
“Go on,” he says.
“Huh?”
“You think I cannot be real. What else?”
He wants me to speak while he’s doingthat? Fucking hell. “I don’t know…I can’t think while you’re touching me there.”
“Then maybe I should stop.”
“No! Fuck, please don’t!”
He laughs and then he’s riding me harder, fuck I wish hewasriding me, wish my cock was deep in that perfect fucking ass, his hole grabbing onto me as I pound up and into him, into that—
There’s literally no warning before I’m blowing all over his hands and his cock. An orgasm so intense I can barely believe it’s my second of the hour. Lights sparkle behind my closed eyes, my heart hammering out of my chest and my breathing heavy, like I’ve just run a fucking marathon.
When I open my eyes, it’s to find him watching me behind that dark heavy-lidded stare. He’s still jerking me slowly as he watches me come back down to earth, and as I glance down to where I just emptied, I see he’s still hard. There’s also come on his chest.
“Did you?” I ask.
He shakes his head. Fuck, then that’s my come on his chest. I groan out loud from how hot that is. He’s moving slowly now, like it’s almost mindless.
“I want to watch you,” I say. “I want to see you come.”
His eyes drop closed for a brief moment and he whispers something in Korean. Then his hand speeds up around his own erection. He arches his back away from me and starts to lift his hips so that he’s fucking up into his own hand, strong thighs pushing him upwards. It’s beautiful to watch. Like watching him dance. His movements graceful, even in this.
When he brings one hand up and starts to play with his nipples I honestly think I might pass out. The oil from his hands quickly makes his skin slick and shiny and I suddenly need to touch him somewhere, anywhere.
I do what I’ve dreamt about doing more than once and reach out to wrap my hands around his waist. It’s small, not small enough that my hands go all the way round, but small enough to make my hands look huge and tanned as they hold him. I kiss the middle of his chest, but he comes out of his daze and uses a hand to push me back toward the headboard again.
He looks me in the eye when he says. “You wanted to watch. So, watch.”
And so, I do. I watch.
When he comes, it’s on a low growl and another Korean curse and then he’s falling onto me. I can feel his come, wet and hot, as he presses it into my skin, and I feel nothing but satisfaction. More than that, even. Bone deep contentment. He settles his head on my chest, breathing fast and hard, as my arms come up to settle around him.