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His hand on my chest feels heavy and yet so right—like it’s filling the pitch-black emptiness inside me with light. It belongs there and nowhere else.
And then he pulls it back.
No. He flinches back like he burned himself. His eyes widen, a storm of uncertainty and desire swirling in them. Startled, he turns away and hurries toward the door.
My body switches to autopilot and I rush after him. Before Koh can grab the doorknob, I surge forward, slam the door shut in front of his nose, spin him around, and crash my chest against his while his back hits the door.
I can feel it. He’s not breathing anymore. He stares at me with wide eyes, mouth slightly open, jaw tense.
God, the guy is sexy!
“I… I… didn’t mean to…”
“Do anything wrong?” I ask, voice rough.
Koh swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“What is it with you? Do you even realize how fucking turned on you’re making me right now? To me that means you did everything right.”
Just his earthy scent—a mix of orange and lavender—wakes a desire in me that makes me dizzy. But when I push my hips forward, I feel it’s not just me. Koh’s hard cock presses against my stomach and I lose all control.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask, my voice raw with lust as I open his pants and drop to my knees in front of him. “Why do you always make me this horny?”
“You’re the one doing it,” he forces out, fisting my hair. “Kuso, Aran, what are you doing?”
“What you’d never dare ask me for.”
I tug his pants down and free his hard cock. Without using my hands, I lick along his length, drawing a moan from Koh. I kiss his tip and massage his frenulum with the tip of my tongue.
“Or should I stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls.
His grip tightens, making it clear he has no intention of letting me go anytime soon. I take his cock into my mouth and slide it all the way down my tongue.
“Oh fuck!” Koh leans forward and braces himself on my shoulders.
While I slowly move my head back and forth, I massage his balls and try to ignore the tightness in my own pants. I want to see Koh lose his mind—and that’s exactly what happens.
He spreads his legs wider, puts a hand on the back of my head, and starts thrusting his hips. I grip his thighs with both hands and fight the gag reflex. Koh moves faster and finds a rhythm I can handle.
Fuck, I love how he fucks my mouth!
But what I love even more is watching him lose himself. The way his black hair slips free from the hair tie, a few loose strands falling into his beautiful face, hazy and heavy with lust.
“Oh God! I’m gonna come,” he moans.
His body starts trembling, his muscles tense, and he spills in several pulses down my throat. I swallow every drop and surprise even myself.
I’ve never done that before.
Ben always complained and accused me of refusing him the golden shower. Swallowing someone’s cum was in the same category for me. But with Koh it’s different.
I have no idea what changed.
With a wet sound, I release his cock. I’m still hard and the pressure in my pants is almost unbearable. But that’s okay with me. Just seeing Koh like this was worth it.
As our eyes meet, something shifts in his gaze. The uncertainty disappears, replaced by a dark, steely determination. Dragging me up, he wraps his fingers around my wrist.
