No more masks: Pulling out your safety pin

Come Here

Gang Tae watched, his jaw hanging open, as Moon Young squeezed his straining erection through his pants, unlocked the door, and sauntered out of the room, her swaying hips distracting him for a few seconds.

He looked down at her wet panties, which he had tossed on the floor just before licking her thoroughly, and suddenly came out of his daze. Was she out of her mind?! He grabbed her panties from the floor and followed her out of the room.

"Ya!" he shouted, before he could control himself. His voice echoed through the hallway and she turned around, one eyebrow raised. He suddenly realised his debacle, yelling rudely at his lover with a visible, raging hard-on. Smooth, Gang Tae, very smooth, he scolded himself.

She was still waiting for him to say something. He gulped.

"Are you ... are you seriously thinking of going downstairs looking like t-that?" he managed, hand doing an awkward wave at the general direction of her body.

Most of her hair had escaped its loose bun because of his ruffling and was now framing her face. Parts of her exposed neck and shoulders were covered in purplish-red marks that he had put there with his teeth. Her dress was wrinkled from all the pulling down and pushing up he had been doing while she writhed in his lap. She wasn't wearing any underwear at all — he knew now that she had no bra on, and her wet panties were crumpled in his fist.

She looked wholly, thoroughly ravished. She looked like sex incarnate. There was no way in hell anyone else was going to see her like this.

"'Ya'?" she repeated, tilting her head. "Is this how you should talk to a woman whose pussy you just devoured?"

His ears turned red at her dirty words, but as usual her bluntness excited him.

He heard muffled footsteps and realised that Sang Tae was about to come upstairs. He quickly grabbed Moon Young by the shoulders and dragged her to her bedroom, closing the door and locking it.

She leaned against the door, facing him. "What are you doing? Why are you dragging me into my room? What is it that you w—"

"Sshh." He covered her loud mouth with his hand to silence her, so that Sang Tae couldn't hear her and interrupt them. He crowded in on her until she was sandwiched between the door and him. His chest brushed her breasts, he rubbed his crotch leisurely against hers.

She had started this, seeking him out, sitting on his lap and driving him insane with her provocative words and movements. Well, he had to admit, it didn't take much convincing on her part to make him jump on her as if he were a starved beast. He was the one who said that he was hungry, after all. But she was playing some sort of game by leaving him in his room with only a snack. And he wanted to win this game very, very badly. He was still hungry.

She had started this, but he was going to finish this.

She stopped talking, breathed in sharply and looked up at him. The look in her eyes ... wide, pupils glittering, frantically searching his face, trying to predict his next move. This look ... he was sure that this was exactly how he looked right now, too.

He let go of her mouth, trusting that she would stay quiet, his hands drifting down to her waist. Before he could grab on, however, she took the opportunity to slip past him and move out of his reach.

He turned around. She stood standing a metre away from him, her hands folded behind her back as if she were strolling through a park and admiring the foliage. Classic Moon Young smirk in place.

"Come here," he growled. He took a step forward to see what she would do.

"Calm down," she retorted huskily, taking a step back. "When you can't control yourself, try counting to three." God, her low voice drove him wild even when she asked him to pass the eggs during breakfast. Here, in the privacy of her bedroom, it had the power to hypnotise him.