Pop Singer: A Dark BWAM / AMBW Romance (34 page)

JONG-SOO

I held onto Henrietta, but I didn’t want to strangle her.

Our legs and our limbs were falling asleep. Seriously, it was getting cramped inside the bag.

So looking at the hole in the bag, I undid the zipper, bit by bit, until both me and Henrietta could flop out with our bodies against the ground.

Like a fish out of water, Henrietta slouched to the side, pressing her legs against her chest. All around us were other tall boxes and crates, stacked high and neatly.

Beneath us were other bags, stacked luggage, purses, steel toolboxes, maybe weapons? I didn’t know what the ship carried, but it seemed to be an assortment of humanity’s possessions. We were on a hill of perfectly arranged objects, specifically placed near the door.

It looked like our gambit paid off.

“How are you doing?” I said.

“As best as I possibly can considering the situation at hand.”

“What should we do now?” Henrietta said. She was eager to get out.

“We’re going to have to stay in here until it’s time for them to come and get all of the bags out to the different rooms. Some people carried their luggage. Some people didn’t. So we’re going to have to go inside the bag again and wait until they bring us out back to Bit-na and Hae-il.”

“Okay,” Henrietta said.

“It’s not like there’s anything we can do.”

“No,” she said, pressing her knees against her chest. “There isn’t much we can do it all except—oh, I have an idea. Something to pass the time.”

I glanced at her in the darkness, wondering what she had in mind.

She seemed deviant, her mouth curling up into a smile.

All of her teeth glimmering in the blackness, her ebony skin shimmering like moonlight.

She had a glow to her, a wanting and needing glow.

“Something to make me feel better,” she added.

I had no idea what was going on.

Until she pressed her hand up against my cock. I was flaccid, but she kept rocking back and forth with a tightening fist. She shuttled her hand down against the tip of my eye, until I straightened up, my pants having no more room.

“I have an idea,” she said again.

HENRIETTA

He had gotten hard so fast, I wanted to laugh.

Men!

They could be so predictable.

Now, you’re probably thinking to herself: how could anyone give a quickie to somebody else in such dire straits? Weren’t you scared? Weren’t you worried about being caught?

I figured we were already on the verge of being caught at any moment. And that I was already taking a huge risk with my life. Also, that Bit-na and Hae-il were not going to simply let me go for free. Even then, neither would Jong-soo.

I was a liability.

I could blabber to anyone, so I thought, why not have some fun? The times were difficult. You do things you normally wouldn’t under stress. And I was under a lot.

Plus I needed to brighten my world up, bring in some pleasure and fun. This was Korea, after all.

Jong-soo’s cock twitched in my hands. I groped it up and down, pumping it harder and harder, feeling his ball sack, gently bringing my hands up to his chest.

Before in bed, he had been in control of the antics. But now, I felt him, and touched his muscles, feeling all the way down to his Adonis belt, undoing his pants, touching his boxer briefs. His hard and wet cock, how it stretched longer in my hands.

And then I bent down, my knees wobbling to the floor.

I’ll admit: I’ve always wanted to suck his cock. And I’ve always loved being down on the ground, servicing a man bigger than me—and this man had already eaten me out!

That was enough for me to return a favor.

Stranger or half-stranger.

“No teeth,” I said, winking at him. “Or do you like that?”

Jong-soo winked back at me and shrugged. “Whatever you want to do. I trust you and your lips.”

I wrapped around his cock, gently touching with my tongue the tip and eye, going all the way across the length of his main vein, down until I could swallow his whole shaft.

I pressed my hands against the back of his thighs, feeling his hamstrings, his muscular strength. The way he flexed whenever I sucked, the way his muscles tightened up in a momentous occurrence, as if all of him couldn’t control being under my spell, these lips I knew how to move and maneuver around gently.

I brought back my tongue against the tip, and now I shuttled my mouth along his shaft, bringing my throat up and down, swallowing him all the way.

Jong-soo groaned, and moaned, and I did the same, inhaling and exhaling against his trimmed pubic hairs.

I gripped his ball sack, massaging his meat, feeling underneath for his taint. Then I reached back for his legs, and sucked all the way down my throat, his cock, his essence of pre-come spilling into my stomach.

I swallowed like a conveyor belt, every droplet, every ounce of pre-come down and down and down.

Jong-soo’s body tightened up, seized together, gripping my hair, pulling me against him. I moaned, using my other hand to massage my clit.

I splayed my legs out, suddenly taken away by my ecstasy, my brain throbbing with euphoria and orgasmic pleasure.

“Jesus,” Jong-soo mumbled. “Your mine,” he said. “I’m going to protect you as much as I can from Hae-il. The way he looks at you sometimes…”

My eyes widened. I sucked harder and harder. I did not know that Hae-il was looking at me. I did not catch him so much as wanting me.

I brought my lips to the edge of his cock again. Then I said, “Do you see him as competition?”

Jong-soo grinned. “It’s been going on for a while. Sometimes I think he’s a little bit jealous of me. I was the one to run the Double Dragons. To flex my strength.”

I nodded. He was a strong man. Running his own business. His singing business, the underground business. I respected him for that. Because he wasn’t a bad man to me.

Saving my life?

Taking care of me?

Pleasuring me?

Making sure that every step of the way I was safe?

He was going to help me escape to America, help me get my revenge.

Yes, girl. He was a good man.

I hugged his legs, licking underneath his cock. Then I sucked and kissed the shaft, going down over his bulbous tip.

“I’m yours,” I said.” You can protect me all you want from Oh-seong or Hae-il or any man.”

Jong-soo flexed his cock, grinning even wider now. “Yes, we’ve been going back and forth at it. I’m pretty sure he’s always wanted to be in control of the Double Dragons. But he could just never do it…”

I brought my lips against the eye, and kissed it, a string of pre-come sticking to the edges of my mouth.

I licked and swallowed all of the white sperm, and then deep-throated Jong-soo, pounding him with my mouth, going all the way until he pressed his hand against my shoulder, and said, “I’m about to… I’m about to come!”

I shuttled harder and harder, slamming my throat down so deep, I thought I might literally eat the rest of his dick.

My face was planted against his pelvis. I closed my eyes, the warmth of his pre-come dribbling in gushes like a river into my stomach.

And then I felt the pulse, a huge blast of come drench my stomach, pulling away from his body.

Suddenly another pulse blasted out, contractions at the base of his cock, steady. He shook and shivered, writhed in place.

“Christ,” he said, “I’m coming.”

His cock shot me with ecstasy and euphoria. Splattering my face.

I buckled down, grabbed at his balls, and fell backwards.

Now Jong-soo’s cock hung over my head, and God, he was hung.

I watched his dick, the eye of his cock dribbling all over my body. He sunk down next to me, rubbing my legs, caressing my clit.

He dug his hands into my panties and flicked my clit until I squirted.

“Take me,” I whispered.

He pressed his hand against my clit. Then he rubbed me until he felt me squirt again, my body throbbing all over.

I relaxed backwards, pressing myself against a stack of crates, opening myself wide to him.

Jong-soo’s hands flung into my pussy.

He bent down, pressed his lips against my entrance, sucking hard on my juices.

He drunk everything, swallowing all of the flow passing out of my clit as I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the euphoria bounce around my head.

Like a shooting star, I had an electricity zipping throughout my soul. He built a connection with me, a mental and physical one, whereby I was his and he mine.

“You protected me once,” I said. “I’ll trust you enough to protect me again.”

Jong-soo sucked and sucked on my pussy so much that I squirted into his face. He simply shrugged it off, blinking, and then sucked harder, digging his tongue against my hood, and then slicking it inside of me.

I stretched my legs wider so he could really eat me out.

With his fingers, he pressed against my clit circling the edges slowly, and then crossing diagonally with the tip.

He pressed inward against my clit; my pelvis throbbed and blasted juice like crazy.

Now he bit softly against my pussy, sending a painful shock that quickly turned into a euphoric sensation across my pelvis. “Do that again,” I said.

I kicked my legs upwards with a spasm. He pressed down on my knees, forcing me to stay straight. With his tongue circling around my pussy entrance, he dug deeper, slicking and licking up all of my juices and mixing them with his saliva.

Orgasm and climax creeped under my skin. It crawled out of my mouth in the form of yells and screams.

Jong-soo put his mouth against mine now, sucking on my lips. He bit down on my lower lip, and then said, “I need you to stay quiet, hmm?”

Both of his hands were on my clit massaging my pussy, my hood. He whispered into my ears again, “I need you to not make any more sounds, okay?”

His voice husky and dark like the blackness surrounding us.

Infiltrating my mind with his presence.

Attracting me to him, making me one with him.

Solidifying my mind with him.

“Just like this,” Jong-soo whispered, his lips leaving my lips. He slowly kissed his way across my chest, going down and back to my pussy, which was on edge. Just one more flick, one more touch, and I might climax and come all over the place.

Jong-soo kissed my pussy, sucking against the entrance, opening me wider until I felt his tongue digging shallow and then deeper and deeper and deeper.

His mouth filled me up with a sensation, forcing apart my canal to the maximum extent. Then he pressed his fingers against my clit and rubbed hard, as if he were wielding an eraser in his hands, rubbing out an orgasm in the center of my body. My core flooded with euphoria and sensation and ecstasy and good feeling.

“Oh,” I mumbled, stifling and shutting off my screams, my shouts. I did as he said. I could not follow through with what I truly wanted: to scream so loud that people in other countries could hear me! Because, girl, the feeling of his mouth against my pussy made me want to tear my body in half.

Heat flashed over me, and then I—

My knees kicked up, and I thrashed about, my pussy throbbing and my pelvis exploding with ecstasy. I leaned backwards, my spine arching, my ass cheeks squeezing together and my and thighs as well.

Jong-soo brushed the edges of my hood with his lips, then went back to kiss my clit squeezing out all of my juices, sucking so hard that I thought I might come a second time—

A
nother orgasm surfaced, and I came again, my feet lifting up into the air, my body thrashing from left to right, unable to do much else besides enjoy the ride Jong-soo had taken me on, that he was giving to me.

I lay to the side, completely burnt on the goodness of Jong-soo’s prowess.

He knew how to service a woman.

He knew how to service her properly and right.

Just then, there was a sound from the other side of the hull. The door swung open.

Jong-soo and I had to hide!