The Summer I Became Yours (Book 1) ✓

7: On Cloud Nine

SEVEN
On Cloud Nine

    His plump lips moving in accord to his words were enough for my cock to stand proud, the head teasing at Jin's entrance. My eyes trained on his lips, I slowly leaned in --- tentatively.

    Jin met me halfway, his lips soft and warm against my own.
It was a gentle thing, almost chaste, but it felt like a benediction.

    Like coming home.

    Our kiss deepened, growing and heated once more.

    Jin's hands fisted in my hair, his body pressing closer. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him flushed against me. The sliver of conscience I was bearing for a short while was a distant thing then, drowned out by the pleasure singing through my veins.

    A breathless laughter evoked from Jin as I pushed him down onto the bed, my eyes devouring again the sight of him laid out before me. He was a feast for the senses, all alabaster skin and fit muscle in just a chained G-string, a work of art begging to be touched. I crawled over him, my body covering his like a second skin. Jin arched up into me, his hands clutching at my shoulders, his breath hot against my neck.

    I could feel the racing of his heart and the trembling of his flesh. It was intoxicating, knowing that I had this effect on Jin --- that I could reduce this gorgeous man into a quivering mess with just a touch. I took my time exploring him, mapping the contours of his body with lips and teeth and tongue. I even tasted my own salty cum on his lips and smelled the musk of his arousal.

    I left a trail of marks in my wake, bruises and bites which staked my claim on his flesh.

    He is mine now.

    And I'll be damned if I let anyone take him from me.

    I was utterly surprised at my own thoughts.

    But I still worked my way down his body, my mouth hot and hungry on his skin. I took Jin's cock out of the little scrap which was barely covering it into my hand, then into my hot mouth, reveling in the way he bucked and writhed beneath me.

    I had never been one for tenderness, for gentle lovemaking. But with Jin, I found myself wanting to worship him --- to take him apart piece by piece, to wring every last drop of pleasure from his body.
To make him feel cherished, adored, like the precious thing he was.

    I slicked my fingers with my own saliva, teasing his entrance with feather-light touches. Jin gasped and tensed, his body clenching around me. I stroked him through it, murmuring words of praise and encouragement. "Relax, babe. Let me in. Let me make you feel good."

    He did, his body opening to me like a flower to the sun.

    I worked him open with my two fingers --- slowly, carefully --- taking my time to prepare him. It was a heady thing, the trust he was placing in me and the knowledge that he was giving himself over to me completely, body and soul.

    When Jin was finally ready and loose, I lined my thick member up and pushed inside, a slow, relentless slide that had the two of us groaning in ecstasy.

    Jin was tight and hot around me, his insides gripping my cock like a vise. I had to grit my teeth against the urge to just take, to claim him with brutal force.

    But I held back, letting Jin adjust to the stretch and burn.

    Jin moaned aloud in undiluted pleasure, biting his lip and spreading his legs wider for me. I peppered his face with kisses, tasting the salt of his sweat and the sweetness of his breath. "You feel so good, Jin. So fucking perfect."

    He whimpered, his hips rocking up to meet mine. "Please, Tae. I need...I need..."

    "Shh, I know. I've got you."

    I started to move --- a slow, long, deep rhythm that had Jin keening and thrashing beneath me. I angled my hips, searching for that spot inside him which would make him see stars.

    When I found it, Jin cried out loud, his back bowing off the bed in a perfect arch.

    "There you are," I grunted, my voice rough with satisfaction. "That's it, baby. Take it for me."

    I set a punishing pace, driving into his ass with long, powerful strokes. The bed creaked and groaned beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust. It was a primal, animalistic coupling, all grunts and sweat and the slap of skin on skin.

    But beneath the raw physicality of it, there was a deeper connection.

    A meeting of hearts and souls, a recognition of the invisible bond that tied us together which started in Rome.

    With every touch, every kiss, every whispered word, I was claiming him as mine.

    And Jin was claiming me right back, his sweet words a balm to the wounds on my battered soul.

    I could feel my own climax building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my groin. I reached between us, taking Jin's cock in my hand and stroking him in time with my thrusts.

    Jin was close, too --- his breathing ragged and his body trembling.

    "Come for me, Jin," I commanded, my voice a low, feral growl. "I want to feel you fall apart."

    Jin did more.

    He squirted right before he came, hitting him all at once.
He clenched around my cock, his body spasming with the force of his orgasm.

    The sight of his juices all over our chests, the sound of my name on his lips, was enough to send me over the edge for the second time. I buried myself deep and let go, my world narrowing down to the hot clutch of my body and the white-hot pleasure coursing through my veins. I emptied myself inside him, marking him, claiming him in the most primal way possible.

    In the aftermath, I gathered him close, our bodies tangled together in a mess of sweat-slick limbs and racing hearts. I buried my face in the curve of Jin's neck, breathing in the scent of him: the scent of sex and something that felt dangerously like home.

    "I like you," I whispered, a confession, the words tearing themselves from my throat.

    Jin lifted his head, his eyes bright. "I like you, too, Tae."

    We clung to each other as the world spun madly on, two lost souls finding shelter in a different city. I knew that there would be hell to pay for this, that karma would rain down fire and brimstone on me. But in this moment, with Jin warm and soft in my arms, I couldn't bring myself to care.

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The Summer I Became Yours. © JT Starr, 2024.