“Wanna join us?”
Zhenya asked all of a sudden. Taekjoo looked back, frowning. He told himself he must have misunderstood, but Zhenya nodded, confirming exactly what Taekjoo had in mind. Louise, naked, looked up. Her cheeks were rosy from the alcohol.
“I’m down. I’ve always wanted to give it a try.”
She nudged Taekjoo, gently placing her hand on Taekjoo’s arm. This wasn’t an invitation to something harmless like drinking. They were inviting Taekjoo to have sex with them, feeling each other’s skin. Were they high? Had they taken something while he wasn’t looking? He couldn’t understand why they were bothering an innocent bystander.
Taekjoo’s eyes locked with Zhenya’s.
“You’re not a priest. There’s no reward in abstaining.”
Zhenya’s mocking face annoyed Taekjoo. While they were in a standoff, Louise’s hand crept up Taekjoo’s sleeve, tickling him. It was Louise who was luring him, but Taekjoo only had eyes for Zhenya. The bastard smirked again. It was obvious what he was doing. Zhenya was just poking the bear, fully expecting Taekjoo to refuse. Taekjoo could tolerate the insult only so many times. Zhenya didn’t know when to stop.
Taekjoo made his decision. He’d been holding it in for too long. It wasn’t a bad idea to give himself a break.
Taekjoo made his demand, unbuttoning his shirt.
“Then I’m gonna go first.”
“Whoa.”
Zhenya looked surprised but stepped aside without protest. Louise looked up at Taekjoo, her eyes lit up with excitement. It was a first for her too, having sex with two men at once. And not just anyone—both men were striking, physically exceptional, well above average. They formed a striking contrast. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity she could not miss. She couldn’t tell what made the stuck-up priest-like man change his mind. He didn’t seem tempted at all earlier when she was hitting on him. But it didn’t matter. All she cared about was that the stoic one had finally caved in.
As soon as Taekjoo took off his shirt, Louise wrapped her arms around Taekjoo’s neck and pulled him closer. Taekjoo carried her to his bed. He laid her down gently. Louise brushed the annoying books off the bed. Zhenya just watched, sitting across from them with his arms crossed.
Louise kissed Taekjoo by the ear and touched his strong shoulders. Her fingers drifted down, tracing his collarbones and chest. The body was tightly built, all lean muscle. But with long, lean limbs, he never looked stocky or bulky.
After scanning Taekjoo from head to toe, Louise sucked on his neck, just above his Adam’s apple. She moaned sweetly, and Taekjoo breathed in her cloying scent. Then, he placed his hand on the back of Louise’s waist and pulled her in, pressing her body against his. As he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, he lightly bit her earlobe. Louise moaned feverishly as if melting under the heat of him. Taekjoo buried his lips in her warm ear and whispered.
“You’ll be sorry for inviting me. I’m not the gentle type in bed.”
“Ah!”
Louise was flipped around in an instant. Her face sank into the pillow, her hips raised in the air. Down there, Louise felt so soft. Taekjoo rubbed his hard cock on it. Until now, his cock had only known the grip of his own hand and rarely a woman’s touch recently. It visibly pulsed at the scent of real soft skin. The dip along her spine deepened with anticipation. Nervous and excited at the same time, she reached back and clutched at Taekjoo’s thigh. “Wait—ah—”
But before she could slow Taekjoo down, his rock-hard dick pushed in. Her breath hitched at the sudden, unrelenting thrust. There had barely been any foreplay to prepare her. Taekjoo weighed down on the shaking, fair body and pushed in all of his fat cock. The sharp, wet sound of skin slapping echoed in the room. Zhenya smirked. That was brutal—even he didn’t start like that. If needed, he would suck on the woman’s tits and wait for her to get wet enough. It was a price he paid ahead for the pleasure that would come later. It was also what made human intercourse different from that of animals.
But Kwon Taekjoo ignored all of that and was only focused on penetration itself. The woman had dreamed of living out some exotic romance. But instead, what she got was nothing different from beasts mating, her body down and spread beneath him. Taekjoo railed Louise. Louise moaned—a tangled mix of pain and pleasure spilling from her lips. As the thrusting became faster, Taekjoo’s breaths turned shorter as well. His brows had long been furrowed, and he was quickly drenched in sweat. The toned muscles in his body started glistening as well.
Zhenya sipped his drink, watching the entire scene unfold. His eyes were fixed on Taekjoo’s ass, which clenched tight at every thrust. It was strange how much a man’s body could entertain Zhenya.
Taekjoo ground his teeth so hard it was audible. With his head hanging down, he started going faster. He tried to hold them in, but he couldn’t stop the moans and breaths escaping his tightly clenched lips. That slick, gleaming body squirmed with pleasure, then tensed—rock solid, carved from stone. Zhenya could see even the smallest muscle trembling. It was closer to playing sports than having sex. Maybe that was it. Somewhere along the line, Zhenya forgot about his drink—his eyes locked on the scene before him. A bead of sweat clung to the tip of Taekjoo’s chin. It would probably taste ripe—salty and warm. The jet-black eyes turned warmer and warmer. The reddish tinge around his eyes gave him a suggestive look.
Zhenya was leaning in now, completely absorbed. His eyes were fixed on Taekjoo. Taekjoo’s flexed thighs squirmed at the intense waves of numbing pleasure. Thick enough to fill a palm—taut, tense. The shoulders were wide, the waist narrow, the limbs long and straight. From behind, there was barely a curve—except for one. Naturally, the eyes dropped to the waist, to the only arc that stood out. The man’s round, firm ass was shining with sweat. Zhenya wondered what it would feel like to squeeze it. His gaze lingered at the base of his spine, tracing the shadow between his cheeks.
“Ah—ha...”
Taekjoo kept clenching his jaw, looking down. A vein appeared on his smooth forehead. Sweat darkened his brows and lashes. The relentless pounding slowed, replaced by deeper, more fluid thrusts. With each slapping thrust, his ass quivered. Watching it made Zhenya’s jaw ache.
He was aware that his glass was empty, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off Taekjoo. His brows were furrowed. His fingertips were tense. His lips formed a tight, straight line. A wave of moans surged inside his mouth, begging to be released. Zhenya didn’t miss a single detail. He engraved every one of them in his head. If Zhenya had touched Taekjoo with his tongue the way he did with his eyes, the man would already be dripping.
“It, it feels so—ah, ah!”
“Ah!”
At that moment, Taekjoo buried his cock in, and the moan he’d been holding back all this time finally broke out of him. His cock reached its limit, which also caused his ass to clench tight as well.
Zhenya’s eyes flashed as he reached for Taekjoo’s ass, unable to help himself. The movement wasn’t conscious—his hand moved before he realized it, driven by instinct. Just as his fingers grazed the curve of flesh, he froze. Zhenya looked up, dazed. Taekjoo was looking at him, panting.