DI Ch 225

“Fvck, ah, shit, I said stop, ah, stop…”

I couldn’t swallow my saliva with my mouth open, so I clenched my teeth and let out a strained sound from my throat. The sensation of him swallowing and sucking me up was both intensely stimulating and terrifying. Should this even feel this good? It felt amazing, but I hated it. I hated it, yet the pleasure was maddening. My body and mind were a chaotic mess as these contradictory emotions tore through my nerves. Even so, I had no intention of finishing in his mouth. I grasped the faint outline of his head and tried to push him away. When I trembled, he patted me as if to calm me, but I wasn’t grateful. If he really wanted to comfort me, he could start by getting his face out of there!

It wasn’t just that I hadn’t been able to climax recently despite getting hard, but with all the different sensations piling on, the urge to come was crashing over me like waves. His mouth, tongue, and even his throat, all stimulating me relentlessly, made me want to scream for him to stop. And at the same time, his fingers were persistently loosening my behind, making me curse and plead incoherently for him to stop. Of course, there was no sign of him stopping. Instead, he sucked even harder, his hands moving faster, loosening me up as the wet sounds grew louder.

Just hearing those sounds made my face burn, and the strength in my fingers gripping his hair started to fade. His fingers were reaching too deep. Every time a knuckle rubbed against my inner walls, I could barely catch my breath. I felt like I was going to come, so I frantically patted his shoulder, begging him to move. Get off, get off, I’m going to come! But all he did was keep svcking, making me wonder if he hadn’t heard. I scowled. How could I have been so naive? Of course, he heard. He was just pretending not to.

“…!”

Just then, Tae Seong-je’s fingers bent deep inside me. My vision flashed, and I shuddered uncontrollably, but his firm grip on my arms left me unable to pull away or resist. I could only endure the overwhelming pleasure a few more times before I finally climaxed, and the rush of it left me feeling both hollow and ashamed, though the lingering pleasure still felt good enough to keep my breath shallow and heated.

The sound of him swallowing came from beneath me, and the sensation of his throat working around my p3nis gave me goosebumps, but I tried to ignore it. Even though I had already finished, he kept svcking, and I pretended not to notice. I knew by now that begging him to stop wouldn’t work, so I just let it go and groped around beneath me. My fingers easily slipped inside, and it surprised me how loose I had gotten. Even during our first time together, I hadn’t been this open.

Just as I was getting frustrated with my situation, Tae Seong-je finally let go of my p3nis. I watched in the dim light as his hands wiped his lips. Maybe his goal was just to get me hard again because as soon as I was back to full arousal, he pulled away. Not that he left quietly—he bit and licked my thighs in playful gestures.

“…I wanted to check out the pool.”

Guess that’s not happening. I let out a small sigh, lazily climbed onto his waist, and as I recalled him touching his lips earlier, I reached out to feel his face. His cheek was so hot that I couldn’t help but chuckle. If I turned on the lights now, whose face would be redder? Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of something I didn’t like. At some point, he had pulled out a condom, so I snatched it from his hand and tossed it far away. It landed at a distance that would make him look pretty ridiculous if he tried to go retrieve it.

Though I wasn’t much for soccer, always getting scolded for half-heartedly joining games or sitting them out, I did like basketball, and I’d spent a lot of time practicing my shooting. I became known for being the best long-range shooter in my grade, which had the side effect of making people yell at me less. Turns out, I still hadn’t lost my touch, and I felt proud.

“…Ha.”

In the darkness, it looked like Tae Seong-je’s eyes were blazing for a second, but his expression turned hollow as the condom rolled away. When he started to get up to rummage through the condom box again, I immediately shoved him back down. We had all the time in the world now, and I didn’t want to waste any of it on opening a condom or even pulling off his pants. So, I climbed on top of him, hastily unbuckled his belt, and struggled to pull out his throbbing d1ck. It must have hurt for him, too. He was so focused on svcking me off that he hadn’t bothered with himself.

“That’s enough. Just give me what I want already.”

“Look at this thing coming back to life.”

He pretended to joke around, but he firmly held onto my hand, making it clear that he wasn’t letting go. I understood what he meant: he didn’t want to do it without the condom. But I provocatively responded, without a hint of hesitation.

“Stop teasing. Just give it to me already, Sunbae.”

“…”

Even though I couldn’t see him, I could feel the fire in his gaze. How could anything not happen between two people who liked each other so much that they stuck together at every chance? He had always acted like he was going to be rough with me, like he would push me around, but when it came down to it, he just trembled as he held me, which only made my heart race. He had insisted I stop calling him ‘Sunbae’ since we weren’t in school anymore, but hearing him get riled up just from that title only made me like him more.

“If you hold me like that, uh, I’ll fall.”

“Got it. Spread your legs wider.”

What does he mean, ‘got it’? He gripped my waist firmly, leaned forward, and lowered my hips. Something prodded at a narrow spot. Instinctively, I tried to pull away, but his hands tightly gripped my hips and buttocks. It hurt how hard he was holding me, but more than that, the feeling of him forcing his way inside, even after loosening me up so much, made me gasp for breath in shock.

Thick, firm length kept pushing in, endlessly, and I couldn’t figure out where to place my hands. I grabbed the blanket, held on, and then lost my grip, groping blindly in front of me, clenching my fists, unable to stay still. On the other hand, Tae Seong-je didn’t let go of the hand that was holding me and kept pushing, so I thought that if I kept doing this, my pelvis and body would be covered in bruises again.

Even though I was the one who mounted him first, putting it in and moving on my own, it was still hard to take control. Just when I thought I had the upper hand, it was taken from me, and when I tried to seize it again, I’d lose it just as quickly. We were both too caught up in the moment, aroused, moaning, kissing, and holding each other, both desperate to take charge of the other.

He thrust his hips up, making me cry out with pleasure, trying to drive me to the point of madness. At the same time, I was doing my best to make him feel good, but our rhythms didn’t match. Neither of us could manage to crack a joke as we usually would, and the only sounds filling the room were the rapid, wet slaps of our bodies colliding and the lewd squelching noise of friction.

That mismatch, ironically, only made things more heated, and this round of s3x felt different from the others. Suddenly, fear crept up on me, and I found myself begging, pleading for him to say something, anything. I even asked him to tease me or turn the lights on. Then, with a soft glow filling the room, he gasped that he loved me, over and over, saying how much he truly loved me, and I breathlessly echoed the sentiment.

“I love you, Seung-won. I love you…”

“Don’t stop, ah, more, more…”

His rough, low voice, which was perfect at turning me on, groaned my name right into my ear. Stopping after making me cum would’ve been too cruel. Despite the trembling deep inside, I wiggled my hips, urging him to continue. In response, he thrust his still-hard d1ck deep into me again, the overwhelming intensity of it sending me crashing forward.

The heat and tingling spread through me, but my arms felt like jelly. As I tried to get up by pressing my hands against his chest, I saw his pants, which he hadn’t fully removed, soaked with semen between my legs. It had overflowed from inside me and pooled there. Dazed, I stared at it, absentmindedly rubbing my numb backside. I felt an odd urge to lick it all up, but I didn’t want him to pull out, so I just kept staring.

Perhaps realizing I had spaced out, he pulled out completely before slamming it back into me with full force. I was practically crawling across his body in a frantic daze. By the second round, I was still enjoying it, even more than him, moving eagerly. But by the fourth, no, the fifth climax, I was crying, cursing him, begging him to stop.

I tried every excuse I could think of—saying I needed to go to the bathroom, that I was sleepy, anything to get a break—but none of it worked. Strangely, I didn’t actually hate it, but I was on the verge of losing my mind. I couldn’t tell whether I was pushing him away or just pressing down on his shoulders, but when I tried to escape to the side of the bed, I failed and was left half-hanging off, yet he didn’t stop.

I thought I had a chance when I seriously told him, with a tear-streaked face, that I was starving. But it didn’t work. We moved positions, and there, as if prepared in advance, was a lavish spread of food laid out on the table. But that didn’t mean I had any chance of actually eating. He insisted that I eat first, but all I could do was cling to the edge of the table, trying to hold myself together. How could I even think about eating in this situation? Clutching my swollen belly, I could only sniff at the tantalizing aromas, frustrated that I couldn’t take a bite. Eventually, I collapsed on the table, trying to catch my breath, and when he finally began feeding me himself, I wondered if I had done something wrong and found myself deeply reflecting on my life choices.

“Does it taste good? Should I give you more?”

Between heavy breaths, I nodded, biting into a piece of lobster and his finger at the same time. I had thought the foreign food wouldn’t suit my taste, but it was unbelievably delicious. It was so good that, even while he was thrusting into me, I found myself trying to grab another bite, making him laugh as he noticed just how hungry I was. He finally pulled away, but the sticky flood of semen spilling down my thighs embarrassed me, so I tried to cover myself. But his hand stopped me.

He sat me down on a chair, assuring me there was no need to be embarrassed, telling me to eat as much as I wanted. But something about the situation felt ominous. And, of course…

“Ah, no, I told you not to—how many times do I have to say it—ugh!”

The moment he ducked under the table, I realized what he was doing. He took my p3nis into his mouth again, and I could only bury my face into the table, ignoring the lavish feast that now felt like a distant dream.