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The cup in my hands was hot, and it almost felt like it was burning my skin. But I didn’t mind. Anything to keep my mind focused on something different than what I’d been thinking and feeling the whole day.
My workday was finally over. We had one last meeting at the company, and then I came to my office to wait for everyone to go and have some time for myself. I didn’t want to cross paths with the guys; it had been enough torture watching them—him—constantly change from one great outfit to another even greater outfit and then posing for photos and dancing onstage.
It was not a good idea to fall for one of the members of the group you manage. And it was definitely not a good idea to date him. Why? Well, I didn’t really know, but it seemed like a great scenario for disaster later if things didn’t work out—I’m not saying things won’t work out between him and me, I really, really, really like him. However, at times like those, when we haven’t been intimate for more than a month, all I could think about was ripping his clothes off of him, but instead I had to watch him all day and smile, pretending I was fine and not actually burning inside—, I always found myself rethinking if it was a good decision to start dating Soobin while I was still working there too.
A soft knock on my door startled me. It was almost 10 pm, who was still there?
“Who is it?” I asked.
“It’s me, noona,” Soobin’s sweet voice reached my ears, and I melted, instantly smiling.
“Soobin? Come in,” I took another sip of my coffee while the door opened and he appeared. “I thought all of you had already left. What are you still doing here, love?”
“I was waiting for you at the parking lot, but now it’s getting late, so I thought I’d come up to see you instead,” he said, closing the door behind him and leaning against it.
“Is something wrong? I didn’t know you were waiting. I would’ve come down a lot sooner,” I put down the cup of coffee on my desk, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m okay…” The expression on Soobin’s face said the opposite.
“Is something bothering you? You don’t look okay.”
“I-I… no, actually, now that I think about it, it’s dumb, I’ll just go,” he said and put one of his hands on the door handle.
“Soobin, stop,” I ordered, and he stood still looking at the door. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”
He let go of the handle and leaned again with his back to the door. He sighed.
“I just… I think I got jealous,” he admitted, lowering his head.
“Jealous?” My brain started to rewind everything that had happened that day, but couldn’t find any reason why Soobin might’ve been jealous of, “Of whom?”
Soobin said something under his breath that I didn’t catch.
“What?”
He repeated the same thing, but I still couldn’t figure out what he was saying.
“Soobin, I can’t hear you,” I said with a firm voice.
“OF EVERYONE, OKAY?” he yelled and turned to face me. I was still sitting at my desk, “You just didn’t pay attention to me today. Every time I looked at you, you avoided me or were looking at someone else and laughing.” He finished talking in a whisper and looked back at the floor, crossing his arms.
I couldn’t help but smile.
Yes, I had done that, but not for the reason he might be thinking. I was just trying to control myself and stop thinking about him naked, and not making eye contact with him was the most effective way. We had only been dating for 7 months, and I noticed he liked attention; he liked when I looked at him perform, he liked affirmation, and hearing how I felt about him. But maybe it was time to show him again how much I liked him, so there would be no more misunderstandings in the future.
I stood up and crossed my hands behind my back. He looked at me for half a second and lowered his head again. I started walking slowly towards him. I didn’t stop, so he was forced to step back too until his back slammed against the door again. He didn’t look confused at all; his expression just relaxed instantly, and his arms fell by his side. He liked to give me control, and I loved to be in control; we worked perfectly. A spark of desire started burning inside me. He was 10 cm taller than me, so I had to tilt my head back a little bit to look him in the eye. I lift my right hand and put it on his cheek, moving my thumb slowly against his skin.
“I’m sorry I made you feel that way, my love,” I said, softening my voice and stretching my neck to leave a short, innocent kiss right by the left corner of his mouth.
“I-It’s okay, I just um…” he seemed to have trouble speaking, and I smiled when he didn’t even finish what he wanted to say.
I knew it was dangerous; we were there alone at that time. I knew he needed to go home and rest before his shoot tomorrow. I knew I should not be that close to him.
I couldn’t resist.
“Today was torture to me, Soobin,” I hugged him, resting my chin on his shoulder. “These past few days have been an absolute nightmare—”
“Are you sick?” he cut me off before I could finish, “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Why didn’t you tell me? Do you need something? Hot tea? Do you want me to drive you home?” he spurted out.
I broke the hug and faced him, my hands resting on his waist—¡Oh God, that waist!—. He had a look of pure concern now on his face. He looked adorable.
“Don’t interrupt me like that, love,” I said, laughing softly.
“Sorry,” he said, placing both his hands on my face. “But, really, do you need something?”
“I’m not sick,” I said, and he looked confused.
“What? So, what is it?”
I hugged him again, his hands wrapped around my shoulders, and reaching up to his ear whispered, “It’s absolute torture when I can’t look at you without picturing you naked,” my left hand reached for the door handle and I locked it, no one was going to walk up on us but it’s better to be safe than sorry.
“Oh,” was all he was able to say. My whole body was tingling. My lips found his neck, and I started to leave little pecks here and there. His neck was always so sensitive that just short kisses made him weak, and I could hear his shaky breathing now. There were still traces of the coconut-scented perfume they had put on him earlier. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with his scent.
I needed him so bad. I started kissing his neck more aggressively, and my hands found their way to the inside of his shirt; his soft skin made my head spin.
“Don’t worry about leaving marks, I’m sure I can cover them up with makeup tomorrow,” he said softly.
I stopped.
Right. They had a photoshoot the next day.
I stepped back, putting some distance between him and me.
“Oh, God, I must be crazy,” my voice muffled as I rubbed my face with both my hands. “We need to go home; you have to rest.”
I went back to my desk and started putting my stuff in my purse, until…
“No.”
I turned to look at him.
“What?”
“I don’t want to go,” he said, pouting.
“Soobin…” I pleaded.
I turned back to my purse. I really needed to control myself. ¡I was his manager for fuck’s sake! I knew exactly the long schedule he had the next day. When I finished getting all my stuff, I turned around to head to the door, but what I saw froze me in place.
Soobin had taken off his clothes, just leaving his boxers on. His pants, t-shirt, and belt were on the floor, right beside him. The room was dimly lit, but he still stood out; his white skin seemed to absorb all the light and shine even brighter. His face was a little bit red, and he looked a bit flustered. His dark hair fell over his eyes, but I could still see the spark in them. A mischievous spark. He smiled at me, and my heart skipped a beat. I was having trouble breathing.
“Soobin, what are you doing?” I managed to say with a faint voice.
There was no reply. He got closer, took my purse out of my hand, and left it on my chair, then he took my hand and started walking to the center of my office. I couldn’t do anything else but follow him. I was mesmerized by his body. It was not the first time I saw it, but it still had the same effect on me. He had a great body. He was slim but had broad shoulders and—just enough—defined muscles. I could see some veins going down his arms and ending up in his big hands. He had a small waist, and that was one of my favorite things; his legs were long, and his thighs were just perfection. And last but not least, he had a great butt, and it took everything in me not to just squeeze it.
He stopped and turned to face me, then took both my hands and put them on his shoulders.
“I don’t want you to be my manager right now,” he said while he started guiding my hands down his torso, “I want you to just be my girlfriend” I let him guide my hands down his waist and his hips, “and if my girlfriend needs to feel good, I’m going to help her” he pulled me in closer, put my hands in his ass and kissed me.
Most of the time, he waited until I kissed him first, but he knew how to disarm me in that moment, because for a good minute or so, I forgot about everything else and just focused on his soft lips on mine. His hands let go of mine and made their way up to my cheeks. His kiss was tender, soft, and slow, and I relaxed for a moment in his arms. All the stress and worries of the day vanished from my mind.
A little bit of fun wasn’t going to hurt.
I squeezed his ass, and he let out a soft moan that drowned in my lips.
I broke the kiss and stepped back.
“You know I don’t like my office to be a mess, love,” I said, eyeing him up and down, “Go fold your clothes and leave them on the desk.”
He hid as I ordered. I watched him move around my office just in those white boxers. It was the first time we were going to have sex in our workplace, and just the thought made my clit throb.
“Actually, bring me your shirt and your belt,” I said before he started walking back to me.
His face lit up even more. He loved it when I used things on him, but since we were not at my apartment, a shirt and a belt had to do.
He stood up in front of me again. He looked curious, like he was wondering what I was going to do to him. I extended my hand, and he placed his belt and his shirt, carefully folded, in my hand. This small action sent shivers down my spine, and my brain felt foggy for a second. I could never get used to this. It was like he was giving me all control over him. He trusted me with it, and there was nothing quite like the fact of someone surrendering to you and trusting you to do with their body whatever you pleased.
I unfolded his shirt, put it on my shoulder, and started playing with the belt in my right hand. He had his eyes fixed on it. I started pacing around him without saying anything, just pondering what I could do to make him and me feel good that day.
“You yelled at me before, Soobin,” I pointed out. He knew he wasn’t allowed to raise his voice at me, but still did it. I stood in front of him again.
“I know, I’m sorry,” he said, biting his lower lip, but he couldn’t hide the slight quirk upwards of the corner of his lips. He was trying not to smile.
“Sorry? That’s not enough. You know I have to punish you now, right?” I said getting one step closer.
“I know. I deserve it,” he lowered his head, looking at the floor.
“Mmmm, yes, you deserve it,” I said, leaning in until my nose was brushing his neck. I took another deep breath. ¡Oh, how I loved his scent! I stood straight again and put my left hand on his neck, making him bend down a little bit so I could speak right into his ear, “But I’ll leave the punishment for another day, when we’re at my place. Today, making you feel good would give me more pleasure than anything else. Can I?” I leaned back and looked right into his eyes, waiting for an answer.
“Anything to help with that horniness of yours,” he said, smirking.
“God, ¡you’re such a brat! After all this time, it seems like I still have to teach you some manners.” My hand went up to his hair, and I pulled it back, exposing his neck. I kissed right between the base of his neck and his shoulders, controlling myself this time. I really didn’t want to leave any visible marks on his neck. I bit him slightly, just brushing my teeth against his skin, but that was enough to make him moan. I ran my tongue up to his jawline and gave him a quick kiss there.
I let go of him and said, “Sit on that couch,” pointing at the one behind him. It was a black one-person couch, but it was big and wide, and I wanted him to be comfortable.
He obeyed.
I watched as he slowly sat down and let his hands rest on top of his thighs. I looked at him hungrily. The air in the office felt so thick and hot that it was almost hard to breathe. I walked around the couch until I was behind him. I left the belt on the little table on the left, took the shirt off my shoulder, and started folding it horizontally to form a kind of blindfold.
Soobin was moving his left leg up and down nervously, expectant. The curiosity got the best of him, and his head fell back to the couch, trying to see what I was doing. I looked at him for a second, raising an eyebrow, before I tugged at his hair with my right hand and made him look to the front again. He whined.
“No peeking, baby,” I said. I leaned in until I reached his ear. “You trust me?” I asked in a whisper.
He nodded aggressively.
“Say it.”
“I trust you, noona,” he said in a high-pitched voice.
“Good.”
I stood straight and put the shirt on his face, covering his eyes, and tied it at the back, making sure it was not too loose nor too tight.
I took off my shoes and started walking back until I was in front of him again.
“You know everything I’ll do is to make you feel good, right?” I asked. My voice was low; there was no point in talking louder, the whole room was in complete silence.
“Yes,” he replied.
“But, if, by any chance, I’m doing something you don’t like, you’ll tell me, alright?”
“Yes, noona.”
“Great,” I said, kneeling. He was still moving his left leg up and down, so I put my hands on his knees, and he stopped immediately. “What do you have to say if you want me to stop doing something?”
I started leaving a trail of wet kisses up his left leg, my fingertips making shapes haphazardly on the side of his legs, barely touching the skin. He sighed loudly. “I need your words, Soobin.”
“S-sorry. I’ll say Red”
I went to his right leg and did the same thing.
“Good boy,” I cooed. It was so easy to make him flustered; he was always so sensitive and could easily get lost in the sensations that I just had to make sure he remembered what to do.
I ran my hands up his thighs, reached the hem of his boxers, and slid my hands under them, placing them firmly on his hips and squeezing.
“You’re so pretty, baby. I really, really like you. Don’t you ever doubt that,” I took my hands out of his boxers and reached to grab the belt. “Give me your hands.”
Soobin extended both of his arms in front of him, and I wrapped the belt around his wrists, making sure it was not too tight.
“Put your hands on top of your head,” I ordered, “and don’t move them.”
He did as I said. Just the sight of him being so vulnerable, waiting for me to do with his body what I wanted, and the bulge in his boxers slowly growing bigger just from the light touches I’d given him, fueled me and I could feel myself getting wet.
I leaned forward.
“You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now, my love,” I whispered against his belly, making him squirm under my hot breath. It was taking everything in me not to kiss his soft skin. I wanted to tease him a little bit first. I made my way up to his chest, just breathing really close to his skin.
“N-noona,” he whined.
I leaned back and stayed still for a few seconds, waiting for a reaction from him after not receiving any more contact.
“Noon—” I leaned back in and glided my wet tongue over his right nipple. He arched his back, and the sound he made was glorious, a combination of a sigh and a whimper.
I kept on kissing and licking his nipples, and then made my way down his belly, sucking little bruises on him. I knew I couldn’t leave hickeys on his neck, but that didn’t stop me from giving him a few on his chest and belly. I just loved how his skin started to redden quickly after I sucked and bit just a little too hard.
“I love your body,” I said, “You’re so perfect for me, baby.” I left a short kiss underneath his belly button so my chin intentionally brushed against his dick. He let out a loud moan.
I looked up at him, and he had his lips parted; his chest was moving fast up and down. I noticed he was about to let his arms fall again to his lap, so I stood up quickly and sat on his lap.
“Hands up,” I pinned his hands back into the couch.
I finally gave in and kissed him; caught his lower lip between mine, slowly savoring him, moving my mouth gently against his. Soobin’s lips were so soft I could spend a whole day slow kissing him. I really could.
But not today.
After a few seconds, I practically started eating his mouth. I felt so desperate. I had been waiting, fantasizing about him all day.
My clit was throbbing even more now, and it was turning painful, and I couldn’t resist the temptation of rubbing myself against him, seeking some relief. Our kisses turned sloppy, wetter, and our sighs died out on each other’s lips. I kept moving my hips back and forth, feeling him getting harder and harder.
I broke the kiss and sat back. It was hard to breathe, but Soobin leaned in like he wanted to keep going. I put a hand on his chest and pushed him back against the couch. He whined and opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out. I knew what he wanted.
“You’re such a dirty little thing, aren’t you?” I chuckled. I grabbed him by the chin and pulled him towards me; he let his hands rest on top of his head.
“Only for you,” he said. He opened his mouth again, and I spat in his mouth; he hummed happily.
“Swallow,” I ordered, and he did it instantly.
I went to his neck again, leaving sloppy, wet kisses. He let out a breathy whine when I nibbled at the lobe of his left ear. He rocked his body up to try to create some friction between us.
“Uh-uh,” I put both my hands at each side of his hips and pushed down. “Stay still, baby, just take what I give you.”
He groaned. “Noona, just touch me.”
I was about to kiss him again, but I stopped when I heard that. He knew I liked manners, and he had to say please everytime he asked for something, but he didn’t say it. He was testing me.
I needed to remind him who was in charge. Hi dick was completely hard, and the fabric of his boxers had a wet spot right at the top where he was already leaking.
I slid off the couch and onto the floor again and hooked my fingers on his boxers.
“Up.”
He heaved his hips up, and I took them off of him in a quick motion.
Having him completely naked and vulnerable in front of me made my guts twist with desire and a strong sense of protection and devotion. I needed him to feel good, but I also wanted to punish and tease him a little. And I knew just how I could do that.
I leaned in and just hovered above his cock, my hot breathing making him shudder.
“Just do it, noona,” his voice was barely a whisper.
I slid my nails on the sides of his hard dick, barely touching him. He squirmed and whined. After a few seconds, I finally wrapped my hand around his length, without moving, just grabbing him steadily. My thumb was the only finger moving. I slid it over his slit and all around the head of his cock to get the precum all over. He was moving desperately, trying to rock his hips up. I put my other hand on his hips.
“Still.”
He stilled, and I could see how much he was trying to obey.
Without a warning, I took his head on my mouth, and he wailed, arching his back. I moved my tongue gently around his head and started bobbing my head torturously slow. My hand slid down to grab the base of his cock and squeezed lightly. My tongue twisting and curling around made him moan so loud. I loved how vocal he was, all the sounds he made. It drove me crazy.
“N-noona,” he mumbled. “It feels so good. Don’t stop.”
I felt him tensing under my touch, his broken moans warning me he was so close. So, obviously, when Soobin’s moans started to get louder, with a soft pop, I stopped. He writhed like he was in pain and gasping, asked: “Why did you stop?” I went up to give a chaste kiss on his cheek.
“You don’t give orders around here, baby boy. You know that,” I said gently, close to his mouth.
“Noona!” he groaned.
I stood up. I took a few seconds to admire him. His hair was a mess, and fell over the t-shirt covering his eyes, his lips were parted and a bit red and swollen, and he was trembling and breathing quickly. There were already some small red spots on his abdomen from where I had been sucking before.
“Hands down. Stand up.” I ordered, and he did as I said without question, his legs trembling a little bit. I hooked my index finger on the belt around his hands. “Come, baby,” I said and started walking to the bigger couch.
When we reached it, I helped him turn until his calves touched the couch and, with my hands on his shoulders, pushed down gently, and he sat.
I took the shirt off his eyes, and he blinked slowly, trying to focus on me. I put one of the couch cushions at the right end of it and the rest on the table beside it.
“Lie down, love.”
He lay down with his head on the cushion and rested his tied hands on his lower stomach; he could touch himself if he wanted to, and I saw him looking at his hands. I could see he was thinking about it.
“I don’t need to remind you that you can’t touch yourself, right?” I said, giving three steps back. He whimpered and looked at me with glossy and needy eyes.
I started to unbutton my shirt, looking right at him, while he was focused on the skin getting exposed. When I reached the fourth button, I said: “Eyes up to the ceiling.”
He looked at me for a second and, pouting, turned his head to look at the ceiling.
I knew I was still in his range of vision, but he obviously couldn’t see me properly. And I reveled in how hard it seemed for him to keep looking up when he wanted to look at me while I undressed.
I only kept on my bra. I walked towards him and crouched down beside the couch. He kept looking up, and my heart fluttered at how obedient he was.
I gently made him look at me and smiled mischievously. I couldn’t get enough of him.
“You know,” I started, gliding my hand down his throat and chest. “I changed my mind.”
“W-what?” he asked, following my hand with his eyes.
“We’re gonna leave this for later,” I suddenly grabbed the base of his cock with a firm grip, and he screamed and rolled his eyes, throwing back his head. “You haven’t been very good today, coming here and undressing without my permission, forgetting to use the magic words, you know I don’t like that, love.”
“S-sorry. P-please, noona.” He looked at me with his eyes full of tears. “Please!”
“Mmmm, too late, baby,” I let go of his dick and climbed up until I was straddling his chest. “I’m gonna use you now. I’m gonna ride your face.”
As soon as I said it, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. I giggled. “Such a slut.”
I moved forward until I was hovering over his mouth. He whined and looked at me with pleading eyes. I threaded the fingers of my left hand through his hair and tugged; he winced but didn't close his mouth. I touched myself with my right hand, slowly parting my lips and feeling how wet I was. My fingers were soaked in no time, and I put them in his mouth. He started to suck eagerly at them, closing his eyes and humming like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
I took my fingers out of his mouth, and he smiled, opening his eyes. “You taste so good, noona, please, let me eat you out, please, please, please,” he begged.
“Open,” was all I said, and he didn’t hesitate to do it.
I lowered myself and started rubbing against his tongue slowly. I let out a shaky breath and threw my head back, closing my eyes.
“Fuck.” I tugged harder on his hair.
His tongue was so soft against my clit, and it had been throbbing painfully, so the soft touch sent waves of relief throughout my whole body.
After a few seconds of just staying still while I used his mouth, he began to slowly move his tongue around, just testing if I would say something because he started doing it without my permission, but it felt so good, and I didn’t want him to stop, so I let him.
I felt like I was getting weaker and losing balance, so I let go of his hair and put both hands on the armrest right above his head. He started to move his tongue faster, in tandem with the movements of my hips. Heat was extending all over my body, a tight feeling in my core, and all I could think about was how I wanted more and more.
“You’re so good, baby, so good for me,” I managed to say breathlessly.
I felt my orgasm building up, and I couldn’t control the force of my movements anymore. I was shamelessly rubbing my whole pussy on his face, but he kept humming happily and licking at my clit like there was nothing better than that.
I knew if I opened my eyes, I was gonna come even faster. But I had to see him. So I opened my eyes, and was greeted with the most beautiful sight: his face wet and buried in my cunt, his tongue moving expertly, the way he knew I liked. His eyes were fixed on me, taking in all the expressions I made. My moans became louder, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” I said. “I’m gonna come on your face.”
His eyes lit up, like he was smiling, but he kept sucking and licking my clit without changing the pace. I felt my arms and legs weaken as the orgasm sent waves of pleasure through me. I stayed still for a few seconds as I came down from my high.
I couldn’t help but laugh. It had been so intense, and I couldn’t believe we were doing that in my office.
I moved down his body until I was straddling his legs and came down for a kiss. He gasped in my mouth as I sucked his tongue. I could taste myself in him, and it was so, so hot. He bit my upper lip softly and did the same to his lower lip. Our tongues danced together for a bit before I broke the kiss and sat back up.
“Sit up,” I said after standing up. “Give me your hands.”
He lifted his arms, and I took the belt off him and threw it on the floor. I couldn’t care less about where things should go at that moment. I took his hands in mine and left soft kisses on his wrists, which were a bit red.
“Take off my bra,” I ordered. And his hands undid the clasp in seconds. I let it fall to the floor. “Kiss me, baby.”
He leaned in and started kissing my breasts, sucking ever so slightly and licking with his wet, hot tongue over my nipples. His big hands caressed my back softly and sometimes squeezed my waist. I felt shivers down my spine and let my head fall back, just enjoying how sweetly he was touching me.
After a few seconds, I took his face in my hands, slowly stroking his cheekbones with my thumbs. He was still hugging me and looked at me with curious eyes. I slid my right thumb into his mouth, and his eyes fluttered shut. He started sucking lazily on my finger, and I felt his tongue moving around it.
“You look so pretty like this,” I praised and took my finger out of his mouth.
“When will you fuck my face with that strap-on you have hidden in your drawer?” He asked with his eyes still closed.
Thank god he had his eyes closed, because I’m sure my face showed how shocked I was to hear him ask that. I, for sure, had thought about it, and it was one of my biggest fantasies, but I hadn’t brought it up yet; I wasn’t sure how to ask him if he was into that.
“You want me to use my strap-on on you?” I tried to hide my surprise in my voice, but I don’t think I succeeded. “Wait, hold on,” I pushed him back a bit, and he finally opened his eyes and looked at me. He let his hands rest on my waist. “Have you been going through my stuff?”
He giggled.
“I ask you to fuck me with your fake dick, and you’re more curious about me going through your stuff?”
“Well… no, but I still want to know.”
“Okay then,” He started rubbing his thumbs up and down my waist. “The other day, when you asked me to get something from your bedroom, I couldn’t find it, and when I opened one of your drawers… it was there,” he explained, shrugging his shoulders. “And I haven’t thought about anything else since that day. I want so bad for you to use it on me.”
“Will you seriously let me do that?” I asked, uncertain.
“Noona,” he lifted his arms and rested his hands on my shoulders. “I’ll let you do anything to me, I trust you, you know exactly how to take care of me.”
My chest filled with joy, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“How did I get so lucky?” I asked, groaning and throwing my head back for a second before leaning down and looking right into his eyes. “You’re so perfect. You’re perfect for me, Soobin. I’ll keep reminding you of that as many times as necessary.”
He smiled, but that mischievous spark appeared again in his eyes.
“You’re perfect for me, too, noona,” he said, lowering his hands to my hips. “But, will you please, please, please help me with this situation I have here?” He asked, looking down at his still hard and leaking cock.
I chuckled.
“Of course I will, baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
He bit his lips, trying to suppress a smile.
“You’re gonna be a good boy and keep your hands behind your back for me now, okay?” I said, kneeling. “I’m feeling really generous right now. Want me to use my tits?”
“Hell, yeah,” He said, putting his hands behind his back and sliding to the edge of the seat so his dick was closer to me.
I reached out my palm to his face and said, “Spit.”
He did, and I promptly wrapped my hand around his length. He bit his lips again and frowned, completely focused on my hand movements. I moved my hand up and down slowly, taking in his expression and the little sighs and gaps he let out whenever I squeezed a bit tighter or when I twisted my hand differently. When he realized I was staring at him, he smiled shyly, and his cheeks turned red.
I straightened, so my boobs were in line with his cock. I grabbed my tits and put them on each side of his dick, intertwining my fingers so they were more secure. I spat on my boobs and started moving them up and down, slowly at first but quickly speeding up. He threw his head back and groaned.
“Look at it, baby, I want you to keep looking,” I said, and he struggled to lift his head and open his eyes. He had teary eyes again. “Does it feel good, love? Tell me.”
“It f-feels so fucking g-good, noona.” His breaths were becoming shorter and faster. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet, love, I’m not done with you.”
I felt him tensing again under me. And I stopped abruptly. Soobin cried out, looking down at me with a desperate expression.
“No, please, please, please,” he begged, bucking his hips up into the empty air, tears streaming down his face. “Please, let me cum, noona, please, please.”
“Not yet, love. I’ve got a better idea.” I stood up and walked slowly to my purse. I took one condom out and walked back to him.
“Don’t you want me to ride you, baby?” I shook the condom in front of his face, and he whined and nodded effusively. “Words, Soobin.”
“Yes, p-please, ride me, please, I want to be inside you,” he looked up at me, his eyes still glossy and the tears tracks still on his cheeks.
I ripped open the package and slowly put it on him; he winced and let out a high-pitched whimper.
I climbed on top of him.
I kissed him gently, cupping his cheeks in my hands, and started rocking my hips back and forth, his dick easily parting my lips. He whined and shuddered beneath me, his needy whimpers drowning in my mouth. He was already so sensitive, I knew he wouldn’t last much longer once he was inside of me.
I lifted my hips, aligned his tip with my entrance, and slowly lowered myself. Soobin let out a broken moan. I felt so full; he fit perfectly inside me. I tugged with one hand at his hair, pulling a bit and resting my forehead against his. My other hand lowered to my clit, circling it while Soobin’s dick stretched me open. I started dragging my hips back and forth again, but with Soobin inside me, it felt all too much. Heat was already pooling in my stomach, and I could also feel his dick throbbing violently and tensing inside me.
“I-I want to come, n-noona, p-please,” he pleaded desperately. “I don’t think I can h-hold it a-anymore.”
His needy voice was my last straw.
“Come for me, baby, you deserve it,” I cooed as I felt myself clenching around his cock, His whole body tensed, and he screamed, writhing underneath me. I melted into pleasure as the orgasm washed through me, feeling Soobin’s dick buried deep inside me.
When the intensity of it all started to dissolve, and my head began to clear, I pulled off of Soobin, and he groaned. I took a deep breath and reached for his hands, wrapping them around me, as I wrapped mine around his shoulders.
“Are you okay, baby boy?” I asked in a whisper.
His eyes fluttered open, and I noticed how he struggled to focus on my face. He looked so tired and sleepy now.
“I’m more than okay, noona. Thank you,” he answered, leaning in and leaving a peck on my lips.
“Let’s go cuddle in my place, I’ll drive. You must be so tired, and you have a long day tomorrow.”
“Sounds great, I don’t wanna leave you tonight.”