Chapter 20
As soon as I bit my lower lip hard at the obscene association, his lips immediately attacked again and stole my lips. This time, I too opened my lips and actively entangled with him. Like people who had received permission to emit heat, we devoured each other’s lips. We scraped lips with teeth, held and sucked them, and twisted our tongues together.
He unbuttoned my shirt, and I grabbed his jacket and pulled it back. Since he had undone a couple of buttons without a tie, the front of his shirt was instantly exposed. While sucking my lower lip with firm pressure, he shook off his arms and dropped his jacket to the floor.
My body was being pushed back more and more by the intense kiss. As soon as my back touched the living room wall, he pressed his lower body close and pushed hard against me.
“Ugh. Uugh. Mm.”
Large palms reached my bare skin without hesitation. At the low temperature of the hand that slid into my chest, my nipples immediately shrank and hardened. I grabbed his wrist to stop him, but he didn’t care.
Fumbling around the areola with his fingertips, he pinched the protruding flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Like testing the softness of jelly, he repeatedly pressed and released the nipple trapped between his fingers.
The kiss was rough as if he would bite and tear my lips and tongue, while conversely, the hand touching my nipples was tantalizingly ticklish.
As if afraid it might burst if he applied just a little more force. I couldn’t stand the careful, gentle twisting touch on the round, hardened nipple any longer.
“Heut! Ugh.”
I turned my head to spit out his tongue and twisted my waist. But our lower bodies only rubbed against each other. When mine touched his bulging center, sexual desire surged dizzily once again.
Red-hot eyes glared at me. And he pressed not just his lower body, but his entire body against me. Breath burst out of me at the sweet suffocation of being crushed between his body and the wall.
“Haeu, ugh. Heu.”
When I lifted my chin, our lips overlapped. The next moment, his lips went down along my neckline. Lingering at the base of my neck for a while, he inhaled my scent, pressed his lips firmly like stamping, and rubbed his lips broadly while turning his head.
Had my neck always been such a sensitive erogenous zone?
Without realizing it, my waist was lifting from the wall. Afraid that seductive nasal moans might flow out, I had to chew my lower lip while messing up the back of his head.
Both hands burrowed into my shirt. He put his hands under my armpits as if to lift me up completely, then traced my bare skin all the way to my sides.
“Hup! Eup!”
I clenched my molars tight, but my waist jumped at the chilling sensation. While rolling his eyes up to observe my reaction, he went further down.
“Haah… ugh… heuk!”
As expected, the protrusion on my chest was sucked into his lips. The soft, moist mucous membrane inside his lips wrapped around my nipple and applied gentle pressure. When he pulled his head back, the nipple that had been dragged along his lips soon popped out with a snap. He didn’t hurry and slowly repeated this action several times.
I lowered my head and scrunched up my face. Grabbing whatever I could reach, I clawed at the back area of his shirt.
Even while sucking my left chest, he glanced at my right chest. It was greedy eyes that seemed frustrated he couldn’t suck both sides at once. The hand that had been groping around my waist crawled up to my right chest. Pushing the open shirt hem further outward, he made his index finger into a hook and tapped my right nipple.
“Heuheup, heu. Heuk.”
I didn’t want to let out melting moans just from having my chest touched. I gritted my teeth and endured. Then I covered my mouth with my palm entirely.
I was almost going crazy from the caress that felt like being gently tickled with soft feathers. I rubbed the back of my head against the wall and clawed at his shoulders.
“Rather… suck hard, or some… what are you… heut. Heuk!”
“You seem to like it, so what’s the complaint?”
While squeezing my right nipple trapped between his thumb and forefinger, he stuck out his tongue and coiled it around my left nipple. The wet, undulating tongue pushed the small protrusion up and pressed it down, just like when kissing. He also rubbed my nipple with his lips rather than his tongue. All these acts were happening terribly slowly.
“Heueu, heu… heuk. Heu.”
I hugged his head pressed close to my chest and squeezed tighter. That was all I could do.
“Do you feel it well because your nipples are big?”
Though he was trying to remove the sexual nuance deliberately, his voice was thick with arousal.
At the comment that treated me lewdly by bringing up baseless folklore, my back arched even more. Since this was a kind of performance, role-play, implementing what we’d agreed upon regarding each other’s sexual preferences. Sparks flew at my nape from excitement, not displeasure.
I pushed my left chest further out, pressing my nipple harder against his lips myself. He looked up to meet my gaze and finally sucked that round, bunched protrusion vigorously.
“Aah…”
The pleasure of finally having the unreachable itch resolved. I hugged him tightly to my chest. At the vigorous sucking like nursing, the thin skin quickly became numb.
He wrapped his right arm around my waist and pulled me close, pressing my swollen crotch inside my pants firmly against the area near his chest. The stimulation of my cock being rolled and crushed in all directions was direct. Afraid my underwear would quickly get wet with pre-cum, I urgently struck his shoulder.
“J-just a moment… wait… clothes, clothes…”
“What about clothes?”
“It’s a costume sponsorship.”
“……”
A face that seemed to have never heard more cruel words looked up at me.
“I know it kills the mood… but if there’s a problem… the stylist will suffer…”
He had been frozen with a furrowed brow, then straightened his body while running both hands over his face. And he looked down.
We were both already aroused to an inconvenient degree. Especially his front wasn’t just simply bulging. The thick, long outline of his cock, awkwardly curved to the left of his groin looking for space to extend, was clear over his pants.
Realizing the blatant direction of my gaze, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand and chuckled.
“Jung Jiin-ssi has a decent size too. Don’t be discouraged.”
“It’s to the point where I don’t even feel like comparing, so there’s nothing to be discouraged about.”
I said this while keeping my face forward but only lowering my eyes to glance at that sensual volume.
He who had been pressing his lips with the back of his hand chuckled and pulled my wrist.
Feeling that all my body’s muscles were tense from just about 5 minutes of foreplay, I headed toward the dressing room as he led. The dressing room connected from the corridor near the entrance was structured to connect with the main bathroom attached to the bedroom. Only after arriving at the dressing room lit with dim, orange-tinted lighting did he let go of my hand. And he took off his jacket first as if demonstrating.
“You don’t dislike big ones, do you?”
Actually, I had no particular preference for cock size. My sexual desire was average, and I wasn’t one to greatly enjoy sex. I thought I was rather plain in that regard compared to men my age. The sex with Yoon Juho that had continued irregularly every few months was also far from intense or passionate.
But with this man, lust stirred. I wanted to touch and wanted to be touched. My body ached with desire for rough, messy intercourse.
While slowly pulling my arms out of the shirt that had all its buttons undone and opened wide on both sides, I pretended not to be nervous, pretended to be open.
“As long as it doesn’t hurt… visually and the sensation of being filled up inside… big is good.”
“……”
He turned straight toward me and stared intensely. It was an intense gaze as if looking at an opponent to fight and defeat, not someone to have sex with soon. But that was only for a brief moment. He snatched my shirt that I’d been holding awkwardly and hung it in the closet.
Then he immediately returned to me and put his hand on my pants buckle. When I flinched and tried to step back, he hooked his fingers on my pants waistband and pulled.
“How long will it take to get you naked this way?”
Since I was wearing pants designed not to require a belt, it was instant from the buckle opening to the zipper spreading in a V-shape.
“Why are you so passive today? Take off my shirt too.”
The touch that grabbed my hand wandering in the air at an awkward position and brought it directly to his chest was bold without wasting time.
The day in Bangkok had been special; originally I was the type who needed time to completely shake off shame before sex. But there was no need to explain everything.
He wasn’t wearing a tie either. Since it was open up to the second button, I put my hand on the third button. I’d never felt eroticism in the act of undressing someone, but appreciating the body gradually revealed following my hand’s movement wasn’t bad either. Especially if that body was unbelievably to my taste.
His arms wrapped around my bare waist. Both hands burrowed through the loosened waistband of my pants and cupped my buttocks over my briefs. The pants that had been sliding down gradually as his hands kneaded the flesh soon dropped with a thud to my ankles. My exposed legs felt cool.
My hands undressing his shirt became urgent. After pulling the shirt hem out of his pants and undoing all the buttons to the last one, he quickly took off and threw his shirt. My head unconsciously turned to follow the shirt that went and got buried somewhere in front of the closet, and he lightly gripped my chin and turned it back to position.
“……”
Eyes meeting my gaze from a slightly higher position examined every corner of my face. The moment I thought he was going to kiss me, his lips landed on my eyes. The lips that touched my eye corners whispered low, mixing in a sigh.
“Show me you showering alone.”
The lips that said he wanted to watch me moved to my temple. After lightly rubbing his lips there, he lowered his head deeper and slid his tongue by my ear.
“Ugh, eut.”
Wet flesh wrapped around my ear and languid breath leaked into my ear. Short breaths burst out. The hand gripping my chin went down tracing my neckline, chest, and lower abdomen, then grabbed my buttocks again. The two hands kneading the most sensual, curved and rising flesh on my body were blatant.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
