Chapter 193: In too deep (18+)
Jae lay there on the bed, chest still heaving from the rush, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead in sweaty strands. He smirked down at Tirel as she settled beside him, her red hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo of fire.
Her body pressed close, warm and soft, that sultry curve of her making his pulse kick up again even after what she’d just done.
The room was quiet except for their breaths, the candle flickering low, casting a cozy glow over everything. It felt like one of those simple nights in the academy dorms, where the world outside didn’t matter.
"Thanks for the flattery," Jae said, his voice low and rough, red eyes locking onto hers with that calm strength he always carried.
But he wasn’t one to just roll over and call it quits. Not when he was a lover of women like this, always craving more, pushing for that next level of connection.
He glanced down at himself, still hard and ready, his rod twitching a bit in the cool air. "But I ain’t done yet, though." He pointed to it with a smirk, dominant edge creeping back into his tone.
Tirel’s red eyes sparkled with mischief, her lips curving into a flirty smile. She was a siren, through and through, sultry, bold, and always up for the game. "Oh yeah? Still got some fire left in you, huh?" she teased, her voice husky from what they’d just shared. She propped herself up on one elbow, glancing down at his still-hard rod, biting her lip like she was eyeing a treat she couldn’t resist.
Without another word, she smirked wider and started crawling up his body, cat-like and graceful. Her hands planted on either side of him, knees sliding along the sheets as she moved slow, teasing.
Her well-endowed behind swayed with each shift, red hair brushing his chest like soft flames. Jae watched her, red eyes half-lidded, a low moan escaping him already.
She was flirty perfection, making him forget the day’s crap, the fallout with Byun that had left his image lowkey bad, the whispers in the halls calling him too snarky, too dominant with the girls.
She reached his hips, pausing to trail her fingers over his abs, light and playful. "You taste sweet, but I bet you feel even better," she murmured, voice low and inviting. Then she kept crawling, up his torso until she was straddling his waist, her thighs squeezing him just right.
The heat from her core pressed against his skin, making his rod throb harder. Jae’s hands found her hips automatically, gripping firm but not too rough.
Tirel sat up straighter, her hands going to the hem of her tunic. She peeled it off slow, like she was putting on a show just for him. The fabric slipped over her head, revealing her smooth skin, those curves that drove him wild, well-endowed behind and all. She wasn’t shy; she tossed the tunic aside, then wiggled out of her pants, kicking them off the bed with a flirty laugh.
Naked now, she looked down at him, red eyes gleaming. "Like what you see?" she asked, voice sultry and blunt.
Jae nodded, smirking as he rubbed a hand through his hair again, that embarrassed habit kicking in even as desire burned hot. "Hell yeah. You’re killing me here, Tirel." His rod stood tall between them, brushing against her as she shifted. She reached down, wrapping her hand around it once more, giving it a slow stroke that made him groan.
Then, with a cat-like grace, she lifted her hips, positioning herself right over him.
She lowered slow, taking him in inch by inch. Her warmth enveloped his pole, tight and wet, and Tirel moaned loud as she sank down fully, sitting on him completely. "Oh god, Jae... you feel so good," she breathed, her hands on his chest for balance.
She started moving, riding him with a steady rhythm, hips rolling like waves. Up and down, slow at first, her moans filling the room, soft, needy sounds that matched the simple creak of the bed.
Jae’s hands gripped her thighs, helping guide her, his own hips thrusting up to meet her. "Fuck, Tirel... ride me just like that," he groaned, voice rough with pleasure.
She was flirty even now, leaning forward to kiss him messy, tongues tangling as she picked up speed. Her red hair curtained around them, and he could feel her body trembling already, that sultry energy turning raw and real.
They talked a bit between moans, keeping it light. "Byun’s just protective," Tirel panted, bouncing harder now, her well-endowed chest moving with each thrust. "He’ll get over it. Your image? Screw the whispers. You’re strong, Jae, calm, always smirking, driving us all crazy."
Jae felt the shift coming, he wasn’t done taking charge. With a dominant growl, he sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist. "My turn," he said, smirking as he flipped them over in one smooth move. Now he was on top, her legs wrapping around his hips instinctively.
Tirel gasped, red eyes wide with surprise and excitement, that siren smile still there.
He started drilling into her, hard and deep, his pole sliding in and out with a rhythm that made the bed shake. "Like that?" he asked, voice snarky and low, leaning down to kiss her neck.
Tirel’s hands clutched his back, nails digging in as she moaned louder, body arching up to meet him. "Yes... oh fuck, Jae, harder!"
He gave it to her, thrusting steady and strong, his blonde hair falling into his eyes.
The room filled with their sounds, skin slapping, her moans turning into cries, his grunts mixing in. She was tight around him, wet and hot, and he could feel her getting closer, her red eyes starting to flutter.
"God, you’re so deep," she whimpered, flirty tone breaking into pure need.
Her legs tightened around him, pulling him in further. Jae kept going, drilling relentless, dominant like he loved to be. He kissed her hard, swallowing her moans, one hand pinning her wrist above her head.