Chapter 52. The Sound Youth Makes When It Drowns (8)

Each thrust built up overwhelming pleasure that twisted her body involuntarily. Eunkyo tried curling forward to escape, but he quickly pulled her back. After a few slow thrusts, he pulled out completely.

Then he turned her over, lifted her shirt, and licked along the flushed areola and nipples. Her arched back and flushed face were reflected in his intense gaze.

Her breastbone heaved beneath her curved spine. Jaeheon suckled her nipples, then trailed his tongue down her chest.

He followed the defined line of her bones, then bit softly near her navel. Her fingers dug into his hair.

“I don’t like oral…”

“I do.”

“Ha, stop…”

“Spread your legs. I’ll give it to you.”

He whispered languidly and gently parted her thighs. Her muscles tightened, her hips flexed. Jaeheon slid his tongue into her soaked opening. Her juices slicked his nose and lips, and her trembling body convulsed.

Raising his upper body, he wiped his wet mouth with his thumb, then plunged his throbbing erection deep inside.

“Ha…”

Unlike her, holding her breath, he leaned his head back and groaned with his eyes closed. He released her thigh and bent down, grinding into her slowly.

The pleasure kept building, stacking, until it spilled over in cold waves. His face wavered in her blurred vision. The bed creaked like it was crying out, and the sheets were damp and heavy.

Every bead of sweat cooled in the air conditioning breeze. Her throat was too hoarse to make those sharp moans anymore. Instead, ragged breaths and wet friction sounds filled the room.

“Ah, ah! Haa, ah!”

At the peak of a climax that felt like it might never end, Eunkyo clung to his neck almost desperately. Her brow twisted from the overwhelming sensation, her slick skin sliding against his.

Staring directly into her eyes, his jaw clenched as he pounded into her. He pushed so deep that her feet kicked the sheets away.

Eventually, he slowly pulled out, tied off the condom filled with his release, then gently parted her lips.

Brushing her teeth with his thumb, he gave her an unreadable look before pressing their lips together in a long kiss.

***

“Wanna go check out the festival together?”

Jaeheon asked, grabbing her arm as she reached for the car door. Eunkyo looked toward the darkened café and shook her head.

“Not today. I just want to rest. It’s hard to even walk right now.”

“We should’ve stayed in the bath a little longer.”

They’d had intense sex since morning. Including the surprise round at dawn, maybe seven times.

Crazy. Yeah, she admitted it. It wasn’t just Jaeheon who was crazy—she was too.

“Come on, stay with me today. I’ll massage your legs.”

His transparent intentions made her snort softly as she opened the car door. Then he came around the front, opening the driver’s side and taking her hand.

“Sorry, I’ve got a lot to do. I need to write, handle some work stuff. You should go hang out with your friends. Yesterday was fun.”

She let go of his hand, gave a polite bow, and turned away. Behind her, his voice sank low.

“Call me.”

“I will.”

He smiled faintly with his hands in his pockets. Eunkyo climbed the stairs slowly on trembling legs.

The apartment felt different, even though it had only been a day. She looked around, then headed to the window.

She could still hear the idling engine. Worried about his oddly subdued expression, she opened the window and peeked out. Jaeheon was still there.

He was staring at the staircase she’d climbed, then suddenly lifted his head.

When their eyes met and she gave a small wave, he finally let out a quiet laugh and sighed, smiling with his eyes.

Embarrassed, she shut the window and flopped onto the bed. When she checked her phone, among the unfamiliar numbers, Kim Haeda’s unread messages still sat there.

And one unsaved number.

Right beneath Haeda’s passionate attempts, the unmistakable number of Lee Dohyun appeared with a missed call.