The flush crept across her cheeks. If she didn't know MinJae, she'd say that he was mad, really mad.
There was a cruel sort of ire dancing in the bite of muscle at the corner of his cheek. A tongue tucked rudely at the corner of his cheek; pearly white teeth snagged upon red lips. Then eyes so dark they could almost burn–mirth twisted upon the curve and yet there was rage under blue-grey contacts.
He was annoyed, enough to deny her orgasms for six full hours, face fuck her for two and only eat her out at the very end of it. The orgasm would be ruined. A tongue flicked lightly upon the surface of her clit in gentle taps that would lead to nowhere but a weak spasm and a pitiful whine.
Her MinJae would do all that out of spite, and so much more.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt the arousal pool, her body squeezing around the hard cock lazily circling deep inside her. And in response Sieon gave an angry little hiss, hands moving to clench her belly. She felt him jerking within her from the sensitivity, so close to an orgasm and yet unable to cum because of the angry soulmate that stood before them.
Cock blocker.
Sieon paused, and she felt the smugness blossom from him as he leaned back and continued with lazy thrusts, as if he didn't give a damn. But she felt his nervousness in the stutter of his hips, the sweat that beaded in palms placed at the edges of her hips. He gripped them tight, almost as if he needed the support.
"What gave it away?" Sieon said, his voice infuriatingly cheeky.
He tugged her back, his hands pulling her closer, and he bottomed out, the head of his penis kissing the beginning of her womb, and she muffled a choked groan behind her palm. God, he was insane, and she was just as stupid for agreeing to this. But she bit her lips and couldn't help the bubble of excitement that trembled through her veins and made her squeeze tighter around him.
In response to that there was a hand on her hip and a throaty little growl.
"Your goddamn hips moving every three seconds?" MinJae hissed, "your body plastered to hers?" A fist was slammed on the table, but his eyes couldn't leave her face. They dragged over her, as if swallowing the expression twisted over her lips. "I thought we had an agreement?"
"I didn't say yes," was the teased answer that fell free from Sieon's throat.
"We said no fucking when the soul bond's minutes from going crazy. You want your penis in JieMi's ass?" There was a waver in MinJae's voice, tongue darted out to wet the seams of drying lips. "You hate men."
"Don't be a pussy," was the eye-rolled response from Sieon. His lips brushed the corner of her ear and she shivered, clenched harder when his breath tickled her ears. He wanted to be burned. There was a kiss to her throat and she shivered.
"This is not a game," MinJae was mad, arms crossed and eyes dark. But not mad enough to swallow nervously, gulp so hard his throat bobbed just as his tongue slipped out to flick at the seams. "For fuck's sake, we are not jeopardizing anyone's safety for pleasure!"
But his voice was a whisper, not wanting to draw attention, not wanting to notify the drunk crowd right outside. The group of law-abiding soulmates that would have a lot to say. It meant something, and Amber caught the dart of his gaze to her lips and her smile only grew wider.
But Sieon simply rolled his eyes, gave a low chocolate chuckle that had her heart flying and her cheeks going red. "Minnie, I've got enough pull-out game for that."
"He does," she agreed with a choked-up laugh, felt his acknowledgement exhaled upon her skin, and swivelling from deep within. "He's pretty fast."
"You know I could give you more, right darling?" Sieon pressed a warm, deliciously wet kiss upon her cheek. She made a face and his grin only spread wide. "It's just been a while. I feel as if I could cum in five. What about you, darling?"
"I don't know."
"You're close," he assured as if he knew her better, "can't you feel it?" He dragged a palm down to her belly and squeezed.
Oh, she felt it. The undeniable heat of attraction that slid tight between conjoined bodies, bubbling molten in the crevice of her chest to the thump of her heart enclosed in ribs. They were fuelled by filthy dreams and loving thoughts. They were fuelled by the memory of exactly what they had done and could do to her body. She licked her lips, eyes glazed with the thoughts of more.
She could almost taste it, the heat of good sex on her tongue. The cold of the kitchen marble upon naked skin. She'd feel him, feverish hands dragged over supple flesh, the featherlight kisses on her back.
The trace of his fingers down the length of her spine, the sweet, sweet push and pull of him filling her until she was so full and warm with him. Then the jolt of pleasure from a throbbing clit as she came on him, around him, all over him.
And MinJae, her darling, could do the most with the softest pillowy lips like silk and satin with wet syrupy heat.
"I'm sensitive," she murmured, feeling the burst of bravado as her eyes danced to the disapproving gaze. "But I'd cum faster if MinJae joined us." A wicked grin stretched across her lips, and she felt herself drip wet and slippery around the thick length of Sieon's cock. "Please."
"You've got to be kidding me," MinJae groaned, but his voice grew weaker, stretched thin and whispery, as if lost. It was his losing game, and he knew it. "Princess, don't encourage him. And don't beg."
"Oh, come on Minnie," she took his hand, "can't we just play for a little while? Just a little?"
This time he seemed to visibly deflate, warmth so thick in his eyes that she felt oxygen seep from her lungs, expelled from the heat in his gaze. His hand was on hers, connection beginning, soul fluttering. The scowl was back, only now resigned with fate.
"You are such a naughty girl,' he hissed, but the growl was needy and crawling with sex. "My little slut."
He got closer, breath fanned sweet from the drink on her lips. Its warmth ghosted, bringing wildfire and dreams. Her lips spread and still he teased, lips mouthed over her parted ones. And he giggled when she missed his tongue and everything in between, darting backwards to keep each kiss chaste.
Only flesh brushed against flesh.
She cursed, and he smiled, eyes curved into moons and hair a mess of lilacs that fluttered pink and purple to a phantom wind. His joy glowed in the sparkle embedded upon fluffy strands of hair, in the flowers that began to tremble, seemed almost erotic in their fluttering.
"There are rules in this household," was his giggly comment as he sank lower until they were at an equal level and his nose bumped against hers.
Behind them, Sieon continued with his fucking, fingers crawling up her shirt to cup her breast, thumbing a nipple. His cock was rigid and throbbing within her, already close to an orgasm. Hips snapped forward in slow, lazy thrusts, extending the session. It made pleasure grow between her legs but was never enough to make her squeal. But he knew where to hit to make breath hitch in her throat and her toes curl.
She exhaled.
"Rules we should follow," MinJae reminded, hope tinged in the lilt of his voice.
"I'm the mother of your child," was her answer as he nuzzled her palm. "I'm above all rules."
"Oh God," he groaned, leaning back, "that's foul play." But he was moving, shifting his weight to join them behind the counter, and she knew she had him by the balls. The triumphant cry almost burst free from her lips. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
His eyes swept down immediately, appreciative of the sight, and she flushed as his hands moved immediately to cup her ass. His fingers squeezing at her flesh, moulding as if she were clay, and he were her artist.
He dug fingers into supple flesh and sighed. "Soft."
"Good ass?" Sieon teased.
"Of course," MinJae nodded, "it's my ass."
"So fuck the other guys." Sieon encouraged, body stuttering as pleasure erupted and then ebbed as he stifled the nirvana with the slow shallow rolling of his hips. "Come over and help me. Don't want to cum before she does."
"10 strokes and you're out?" MinJae snorted, landing a soft smack on Sieon's ass. Her soulmate growled.
"Want to make a bet?"
"Mm, I'd beat you any day. What was our previous tally?" MinJae paused, then smacked his lips. "I gave her 2 more orgasms and lasted 30 more minutes. You need me."
"Fuck you, you son of a bitch," Sieon snapped, his hips snapping forward with intention. This time the moan escaped her, a wheezing exhale that was followed by the zinging pulse of her pussy. "This is just a quicky. It is meant to be fast."
"With no time for me." MinJae tossed his head back, hands brushing curls out of his eyes, a pretty collarbone revealed. "I guess I've got to wait." His eyes darted over to her then, pointed to his tongue. "Want me to eat you out instead, baby?"
"There's always more space for you," Amber answered, a little dazed. "I could do you."
"It'd be a bit of a painful position," MinJae murmured, but his hand was already on his fly, his zipper pulled down to reveal the bulge of a twitching hard cock.
It bounced free as he pulled down his boxers. The head was oily with pre-cum, thick shaft blushing red with dewy arousal. But it was pretty, always pretty, with a rosy, pink head and a stretch of downy hair from his muscular belly. He flexed and she groaned already salivating. To that he laughed.
"You'd be bent over with nowhere to grab aside from my thighs. And my cock. You could choke."
"Interesting, skewered position," Sieon offered with a crazed grin. "A cock in the vagina and one in the mouth while you float above ground."
"It's not a good look if they catch us using you like that," MinJae warned, "we should all be on our knees."
"That's not exactly the best escape position."
"Escape was never part of the plan. We'd get caught the moment they see her pop up from under the table."
"What I meant to say is," she spat it out before her courage was lost, cheeks flushed. "You could be inside me too, that way we'd all be on the lookout."
The two men stilled, exchanged quick but heavy glances. The quiet was palpable, and she smiled, waved a hand in the air–her attempt to take back her words. But they were on her, snatching away the chance.
"Are you asking for something I think you are asking for?" Sieon whispered, husky against her throat. The whine was almost one filled with agony. His chest sandwiched her in, cock so deep they were skin to skin. "Because, good lord, you have to be."
"Sounds like she is," MinJae purred, cheeks going pink with excitement. "I'm going to cream my pants from how amazing that sounds."
"God yes. I almost came."