At his ambiguous words, which I felt I both understood and didn’t, I turned my head to look down at his face. The tip of his nose was level with my lips, and if he tilted his chin up just a little, like now, it would be the perfect angle for a kiss.
As if he had read my mind, he stretched his neck and pressed his lips to mine. I wondered if the desires of a twenty-two-year-old were truly like text to be read in his eyes.
“Hmm… you have eyes that want to say a lot.”
He said this as he stroked my cock beneath the lace with the hand he had been licking just moments before.
“How… did you know?”
His eyes seemed to ask, ‘Know what?’ My cock, hardening at his touch, squirmed in my tight underwear and interfered with my thoughts, but I wanted to borrow the gap where my reason was paralyzed by arousal to ask.
“That I… want to… do it… with you, Director.”
“……”
He stared at my face for a moment, then chuckled and pressed his lips to mine again.
“Golden Alphas know everything.”
“That’s a lie. Inwoo hyung said betas aren’t affected by pheromones at all… Ngh.”
Even as I spoke, he rubbed his lips against mine, then suddenly bit down hard on my lower lip as if to tear it. My hand flew to my lip reflexively.
“That hurts…”
As I mumbled, fiddling with my lip, he lowered his shoulders and let out a short sigh. Then, he stuck out his tongue and licked the spot he had just bitten with great care.
“But you like it when it hurts, don’t you?”
“This… wasn’t like that.”
“What’s ‘that,’ and what’s ‘this’? Ah… you mean it wasn’t a sexy kind of hurt?”
“……”
“I see. So Seo Yeehyeon likes it when it hurts, but only when it’s a sexy kind of hurt. I’ll keep that in mind for the future.”
It seemed like he was trying to change the subject, but it wasn’t a question I desperately needed an answer to.
It was probably true that I had been appealing to him with my whole body, tempting him to have sex. I wasn’t bold enough to intentionally seduce him, but I couldn’t say I had been thorough enough to hide my feelings and desires from him either.
“Ugh… Nngh.”
The hand that had been stroking my waist fumbled its way under my T-shirt in search of my nipple, and even that shallow question quickly scattered.
Without any teasing, his thumb and forefinger immediately gripped the nub, pinching a wide area of flesh from the areola and pushing from the inside out, as if squeezing something out from within.
“Hahh, heuk. Hnngh…”
He pulled until the flesh stretched to a point, then abruptly let go. The caress, which repeated the motion of squeezing from the outside of the areola and releasing… made me feel as if something was about to flow out of my flat, volumeless chest. My body, which had learned the intense pleasure of being penetrated before it ever knew the pleasure of penetrating, kept contracting my lower parts with every surge of arousal, crying out for the emptiness inside.
I was the one going crazy. As he squeezed my nipple and sucked on my nape, I threw my head back and bucked my hips. Every time I did, my cock would rub against the lace, sending sharp jolts of electricity lashing through my lower body.
“You’re… quite eager from the get-go today.”
He said, as if in praise, while biting my upturned neck. I agreed with him. My reactions had been quick for a while now. My mouth was already dry from panting, and his voice sounded distant even though he was whispering right in my ear. With trembling hands, I frantically pulled up my T-shirt. Until his hand, which was firmly squeezing my nipple, was fully exposed.
Seeing it with my own eyes made my head boil. I bit the back of my own hand to try and suppress my overly sensitive reaction even a little, but the movement of my hips, bucking and writhing on his thigh, was beyond my control.
“Can’t seem to stay still… Weren’t you embarrassed? It’s all peeking out.”
A part of my scrotum, which I had barely managed to tuck away, had popped out of the lace, and he toyed with it as he nibbled on my ear. At this point… I didn’t think I cared about anything anymore. I wasn’t embarrassed by anything, and I knew clearly what I, who was rubbing my own ass against his groin, wanted. I was already a different person from the one at the beginning who had just waited for him to do things to me.
I placed my hand over his fingers, which were tracing the border between my testicles and the lace. When I turned my head to look down, his face, ravenous and fierce, was looking at me. Unlike his leisurely words, there was no trace of composure on his face.
I stuck out my tongue and licked his lower lip. I licked it several times, letting out heated breaths. I guided his long, hard fingers to a deeper place. Between my spread legs, to the place where he had planted the memory of pleasure.
“Aah, uh…”
The tips of his fingers, having reached my anus, rubbed over the lace, circling the entrance. I gripped his arm that was caressing my chest and gnawed on my lip. My upper body collapsed forward, and my breath trembled. He pulled me into his chest, propping me up. I couldn’t tell if my bucking body was due to my own actions or the force of his thrusts; I just clung to his arm, panting.
“Here… should I put it in here.”
His voice was also heavily suppressed as he ground against my anus, as if he would rip the lace and burrow inside.
“Hnngh. Hhh…”
I nodded, sobbing like a crying person.
“Should I put my fingers in, rub you inside.”
I pushed my tongue into his mouth as he was speaking. I unbearably craved his scent. I wanted to drink it. Just as he had done to me, I licked the roof of his mouth, rubbed my tongue against the base of his, and nudged the back of his upper teeth, begging him to suck my tongue.
“Eung, hh…”
His fingertips pushed aside the thin strip of lace that ran like a string through my groin and slid inside. At the same time, the sensation of my tongue being sucked with a powerful pull made my mind go hazy from top to bottom.
I gripped his arm that was wrapped across my chest, stroking it as I met his eyes with my own wet ones. My reaction to the penetration, my fluttering eyelashes, and my breathing that repeatedly rose sharply before collapsing—I revealed it all before his eyes.
The finger that had been teasing shallowly at the entrance for a while straightened and pushed its way deep inside. My lower body, legs spread, sucked the finger in without resistance. I could clearly feel my inner walls wrapping around his finger as if they had been waiting.
“Don’t squeeze so tight… It feels like my finger is going to cum.”
Letting go of my tongue, he spoke with a furrowed brow, as if he had his cock inside me and not his finger. I shook my head, telling him not to pull away, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders to hug his neck, clinging to his lips once more.
“More… more…”
“More?”
“I… gave you some earlier, too.”
“My saliva, why do you want to taste it? Hm?”
“Hah-heuk. Heup.”
I groaned, gripping his shoulder as his straight finger began to thrust, thudding against my insides.
“The scent… the good scent… Haa, hh…”
In my blurry vision, he was heaving his shoulders, his face venomous.
“That’s not it… It’s a scent that makes you horny. The scent that makes it twitch… in here.”
He muttered through clenched teeth as if spitting out the words, and twisted the finger inside me to sweep along the inner walls. Then he slid his other hand between my lower belly and my ass.
“Hh, haahh! What… what is this!”
His right middle finger was overlapping with his left middle finger, which was already inside. The completely unfamiliar sensation, different from when two fingers from the same hand entered, made my eyes fly open. I froze, holding my breath.
His tongue plunged roughly into my breathless mouth.
“Uuh, mm. Hmm.”
While I swallowed the saliva that flooded in, below, two fingers that had entered from different directions were widening my insides.
When the left hand, which had entered from the front of my groin, pushed deep, the right hand, which had entered from behind my ass, moved down. The next moment, they swapped places, creating a syncopated rhythm inside me, and that rhythm gradually quickened.
“Hahh, hh.. euk… hmmm…”
I clung to him desperately, thrashing as if the space below his knees was a swamp teeming with alligators and his neck was the branch I had grabbed just before falling. His tongue blocked my throat, which was leaking moans, and the saliva I couldn’t swallow trickled from the corner of my mouth, but I couldn’t even think of wiping it away.
“How is it, drinking more of my scent? When we kiss… what happens to Seo Yeehyeon?”
He chewed on the tip of my panting chin, pressing for an answer, no longer feigning leisure in his tone. The gaze looking up at me held no trace of firm reason or rational composure. It was the face of a man, no, an Alpha, for whom lust took precedence over all other values.
The fingers, alternately thrusting up and down like a seesaw, felt like they were drilling a hole in my brain. When I kissed him and swallowed his saliva, I became a fool who didn’t know how to close her legs and hide her sex.
To confess this, I lowered my head and rubbed the tip of my nose against his. I stroked down his left arm, which had disappeared between my legs, and fumbled for the head of his cock, which had been erect and swaying beneath his leg for a long time. As expected, it was already thoroughly soaked, dripping its copious fluid onto the carpet.
“I start wanting… to put this in.”
“Why, are my fingers not enough?”
“Heup, heuk!”
The friction created by the two fingers, moving in and out more rapidly and roughly in alternation, set my mind on fire.
“You’re enjoying it this much with just my fingers, so this isn’t good enough?”
I straightened and collapsed my back repeatedly, smearing the precum from his glans on my fingers and toying with it. Just as he had done, I brought the hand, slick with his fluid, to my mouth and inhaled.
“Fingers… can’t knot…”
His eyelids, looking up at me, were slack, but the pupils beneath them glistened vividly with hunger and desire. He pushed his tongue between my fingers, which were coated in his fluid, and licked my lips.
“You get turned on by my scent, shake your hips wanting my dick inside you… and on top of that, you want a knot?”
“……”
“That sounds an awful lot… like an omega.”
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