Chapter 10: sleepy boy
The room was a deep well of silence, broken only by the soft, rhythmic sound of his sleep-steady breath against the back of her neck. His arm was a heavy, possessive band across her ribs, his fingers curled loosely against her sternum. She lay perfectly still, her back molded to the hard, warm wall of his chest, feeling the insistent, thick press of his erection nestled in the cleft of her ass. Even in sleep, his body demanded. A slow, slick heat began to pool between her own thighs, a silent answer to that unconscious claim. She carefully peeled his arm away, the muscles in his forearm tensing for a second before relaxing again into slumber. Turning over was a slow, deliberate excavation, the sheets whispering against her skin. In the faint streetlight bleeding around the blinds, his face was softened, the usual sharp intensity smoothed away. She watched the flutter of his dark lashes against his cheek, the parted fullness of his mouth. The sheer beauty of him, vulnerable and hard for her, was a potent aphrodisiac. She slid down the bed, the cool cotton of the sheet brushing over her naked hips as she disappeared beneath its tented darkness. The scent of him—sleep, salt, and male skin—was overwhelming here. Her fingers trembled only slightly as she hooked into the waistband of his black sweats, peeling the soft fabric down just enough to free him. The feel of him, heavy and velvety-hot in her palm, made her own breath catch. She leaned in, her lips parting, and took the swollen, slick head into her mouth with a single, firm swallow.
He yanked.
"Fuck," he breathed, the word dripping with awe. His gaze burned over her—the blush spreading down her chest, her lips stretched around his girth, the obedient curve of her spine. He couldn’t look away. "Look at you." His thumb brushed her cheek, feeling the strain. "So fucking pretty like this."
She whimpered around him, but she tried to turn her face away, to hide. He gripped her chin, holding her still. "No. You don't get to be shy now." His voice was rough, commanding. "You wanted this." He flexed his hips up, gently fucking her mouth. "Take it. All of it."
His fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her head down until it hit the back of her throat. She gagged, a wet, choked sound that only made his hips jerk up off the mattress. “Eyes on me,” he growled, and she blinked up through tear-blurred vision to see his raw, hungry stare fixed on her mouth stretched around him.
He began to move, not letting her set the pace, his grip absolute as he fucked up into the wet heat of her. Each thrust was deliberate, brutal, pushing past her lips with a slick, possessive rhythm. “Take it all, you greedy slut,” he breathed, his abs clenching with the effort. Saliva dripped from her chin, mixing with the pre-cum leaking from his tip onto her tongue.
The sounds were obscene: wet sucks, her ragged breaths, his low groans. He watched, mesmerized, as his length disappeared between her lips again and again. “Fuck, your mouth was made for this,” he muttered, his voice rough with strain.
“I’m gonna come down that pretty throat,” he warned, his pace turning erratic, urgent. She whimpered, the vibration making him curse. His release was sudden, hot, and bitter, flooding her mouth as he held her head down, spurting in thick pulses she had no choice but to swallow. He shuddered, finally stilling, his breath coming in harsh gasps. Slowly, he slid out, glistening with her spit.
He pulled her up by the hair, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. “Good girl,” he whispered against her lips, his thumb wiping a stray drop from her chin.
“Good girl,” he whispered against her lips, his thumb wiping a stray drop from her chin. He rolled, pinning her beneath him with a comfortable, exhausted weight, his softened cock a heavy, warm brand on her thigh. The dorm’s chill seeped into her skin where his sweat had cooled. She could still taste him, salty and stark at the back of her throat, a lingering proof of her submission. His fingers traced the fading bruise on her neck, the one from his teeth two nights prior, with a distracted tenderness that felt more dangerous than his bite.
“I need you,” she whispered into the dark, the words raw and stripped bare. He stilled above her, his breathing the only sound. “I’m empty.” Her hips arched up, seeking the fullness only he could provide, but he settled his weight more firmly, holding her down. “You just had me,” he murmured, his voice a low, rough hum against her temple.
“Not like that,” she pleaded, her hands sliding down his back to clutch his hips. “I need you inside. I can’t… I need to feel you, please, Hao.” Her voice cracked on his name, a sound of pure, frantic want. He shifted, grinding his hips slowly, letting her feel the promising stir of his renewed hardness against her slick folds. “You’re so greedy,” he said, but it was an observation, not a condemnation.
“I am,” she gasped, tilting her pelvis to rub her clit against him. “I’m greedy for you. Please. Fuck me.” He kissed her, deep and languid, swallowing her next sob. “Since you asked so nice,” he breathed, aligning himself. He pushed into her with one slow, inexorable thrust, filling the aching void until she cried out, her back bowing off the mattress. “More,” she begged, her nails digging into his shoulders, her cunt fluttering wildly around the thick intrusion. “Harder, I need it harder, please.”
He complied instantly, his rhythm snapping from languid to punishing, each drive of his hips slamming the breath from her lungs. “You beg so pretty,” he grunted, the bedframe cracking against the wall with their momentum. “Now take it.”
He drove into her, his hips a relentless piston. "Now take it." His hands, slick with sweat, slid from her shoulders down to her hips, his fingers biting into the soft flesh. In one fluid, powerful motion, he pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach. The cool sheets were a shock against her flushed skin, her breath leaving her in a sharp gasp as he dragged her hips back toward him, leaving her ass in the air. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t ask, just positioned himself and slammed back into her soaked cunt from behind, the angle so deep she saw stars. A raw, guttural cry tore from her throat, muffled by the mattress. "Fuck, yes, just like that," he growled, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust that rocked her whole body forward. His palm landed hard on the swell of her ass with a sharp crack, the sting blooming heat that mixed perfectly with the deep, internal friction. "You wanted it harder," he reminded her, his voice rough and close to her ear as he leaned over her, blanketing her back with his heat. He pistoned into her,, the wet, filthy sounds of their joining filling the room. "This what you needed, you greedy bitch?" He hooked a hand under her hip, lifting her to meet him, skewering her perfectly. She could only nod, her words shattered into helpless, sobbing moans that he drank in with dark satisfaction. "Say it," he demanded, his pace never faltering. "I needed it," she choked out, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "I needed you to fuck me like this." His grip tightened, his thrusts turning punishing, a final, dominant claim before his own release ripped through him. He buried himself to the hilt, a ragged shout escaping his lips as he pulsed hot inside her, painting her depths with his come. He collapsed heavily over her, his weight pinning her to the bed, both of them spent and breathing in ragged, shattered unison. The silence that followed was thick, broken only by the slowing drum of their hearts.