She wraps her legs around me, and I hoist her off the ground, driving us toward the nearest wall.
The impact is hard. The weak plaster creaks. Dust rains down from the rafters in a pale cascade around us, and neither of us even flinches.
“I shouldn’t do this,” she pants against my mouth, her hips already grinding into mine in a fluid motion. The frustration is in her tone; her anger that she’s giving in. “This is wrong. This is a mistake?—”
“Stop talking, Tokki-ya,” I growl. My mouth is on her throat, kissing any patch of delicate skin possible. I graze my teeth at a hollow point then bite harder than necessary, drawing a gasp from her. “Stop fucking thinking. Just for now.”
We tear each other apart with clumsy and impatient hands. Her jacket hits the floor. My shirt rips when she wrenches it over my head. She doesn’t apologize, but I don’t want her to.
I shove her shirt up without bothering to pull it off, simply needing more of her delicious skin, shoving aside the cups of her bra. She arches against me as my lips seal over her beaded nipple.
She’s already turned on. Both are erect and puffy, waiting to be pleasured by my tongue.
“Fuck, Jin!” she breathes.
Her hand presses the back of my head, holding me in place, and her other hand rakes down the ridges and divots of bare, muscled back.
God if her fucking touch doesn’t feel so damn good. It immediately illicits a hot surge of blood pumping straight to my cock.
I suckle away at her nipple while my fingers force her jeans open—button, then zipper—then roughly shove a hand down her cotton panties to rub her pussy. As suspected, she’s already soaked.
Nice and fucking slick just for me.
She whimpers and shudders as my fingers press against her clit, and I circle my tongue around her nipple.
My name leaves her lips in a hoarse cry. The beginning and ending of the only thought she seems capable of right now.
Panting my name over and over.
I thrust two fingers inside her, going knuckle-deep and curling them to stimulate her G-spot.
She quakes.
The thighs she has wrapped around me start fucking quaking, and she points her feet as if unable to bear how good I’m making her feel.
How easily I’m still able to pleasure her.
Her slick walls flutter around my digits as I stimulate her and suck hard at her nipple, and she’s forced to bear every tortuous second of it.
“Look who still makes you cry from pleasure,” I growl between laving at her breasts. “Look who still has you whimpering and begging.”
“Fuck!” she keens. “You… you do!”
I finish her off this way, pushing her straight into her first orgasm. Her spine arches even more against the wall, but before she can tip her head back, I’m recapturing her lips. I crush mine to hers and kiss her deeply, fingers still knuckle deep inside her.
She’s so lost to the pleasure chemicals invading her body that she sinks nails into my chest and desperately kisses me back.
“Take off your jeans, Tokki-ya,” I growl, dropping my arms from under her thighs. “Take off your fucking panties. Now.”
She’s wobbly and unsteady on her feet as she scrambles to do as told. Her jeans sink to the filthy ground, joining the rest of our clothes, and then she’s shimmying out of her cotton panties.
I’m doing the same, removing the last barriers between us. My hard and heavy cock springs free, throbbing to be inside her slick heat.
I waste no more time, stepping to her and hoisting her off her feet. I shove her back against the wall as her legs return to my waist, and I thrust into her in a single long, merciless stroke.
The noises we both make almost sound painful. They’re hoarse and breathy and wrought with complex emotion neither of us are willing to process in the moment.
She locks her ankles at the small of my back and clings to me as I grip her thighs and begin an immediate punishing pace.
