He teases my nipples with his thumbs next, stroking them until I’m squirming on his lap, and he’s admonishing me gently in Korean. Chasm abruptly rolls us over so that I’m on my back and he’s staring down at me. He kisses me yet again, trailing his lips down to the edge of my jaw.
My right hand slides between us, finding his hardness through his pants and stroking my fingers across it. Chasm makes a sound that’s caught somewhere between a curse and a prayer, and then he gives my hair a little yank, just enough to draw my head back.
“You feel so good pressed against me like this,” he whispers, moving his mouth down and pausing with his breath fanning against my nipple. “This is exactly what I was waiting for.”
“This?” I ask just before he flicks his tongue out to taste me, and I writhe, thrusting my chest up against his mouth.
“You. I was waiting for you.”
I squeeze him with my hand and he grunts, retaliating by biting my nipple. I cry out, and he very quickly slides a warm hand over my mouth.
“If you bring Tess down on us, I won’t see you until after you graduate,” he murmurs, kissing his way across my breast and then downward. His lips are hot, his tongue teasing electrical currents in my muscles. They clench of their own accord, so hard that I just know they’re going to be sore in the morning.
“Chasm,” I warn as he takes his hand away from my mouth, drawing his fingers down my body until they curl around the waistband of my pants. He pauses there for a moment to look up at me.
“What should we do about …” he starts, and I realize that he’s referring to my period. Chasm slides my pants down my hips anyway, without bothering to wait for an answer. I catch my breath as he sits up and stares down at me, completely and utterly naked under his gaze in more ways than one.
“Um.” I prop myself up on my elbows, green and black hair sliding over my shoulders to cover my breasts. Chasm frowns and reaches out, sweeping the strands away so that he can look at me. My stomach hurts as I take in the expression on his face. It’s almost indescribably tender, and that scares me a little. “I’m wearing a special sort of menstrual cup that …”
My words trail off because while sex is one thing, this feels like a whole other element. This is so much more than that. It’s a personal subject to be sure.
“Did you arrange this in advance?” he asks, dropping back over me with his palms on either side of my body. His smirk is annoyingly self-assured, even in the dark. “Just admit it: you planned this, Little Sister.”
“I did not plan this; I have a heavy period, and this had really good reviews!”
“Uh-huh. Reviews about how easy it was to fuck with it in?”
“You are two seconds away from being thrown right the hell out of this bedroom,” I whisper back, sliding my right hand along the side of Chas’ face to tangle my fingers in his hair. It’s unbelievably silky, and it slides over my skin like water. “Just consider yourself lucky and let it go. You won’t even notice it unless you get …” I almost say ‘too deep’, but the words get stuck in my throat.
“Mm, guess we’ll test it out? If you like it, we should write a couple’s review.”
I yank his hair hard and pull him closer to me, kissing him to get him to shut up. Unfortunately, I can taste the fucking smirk on his pretty mouth. Even though I initiated the kiss, once Chasm has me, he won’t let me go, pushing his lips against mine and claiming me with his tongue.
I relax back into the pillows and he follows me down, sliding his fingers along my bare belly and brushing them across the aching spot between my legs. He dips a single finger inside, and I bite his lip in response.
“Fuck, I like this,” he whispers back at me, teasing my body with his hand and exploring me unashamedly. He strokes me, grazing fingertips over every part before he inserts two fingers in and curls them slightly, gentling them against my core with easy, confident strokes. “Look at me,” Chasm commands, and I realize that I’ve turned away, unable to bear the weight of his stare. I shift my gaze back, catching his, feeling him in so many more ways than just the physical. “If we’re going to do this, we do it right. No bullshit.” Chasm slows the movement of his hand and then, in a surprising move, grinds the heel of that same hand into my clit.
My lip catches between my teeth, and I swear, every bone inside my body turns to jelly. I’m weightless and sinking into the mattress.
