Chapter 228: Letting her the taste (R-18)
A small smile curved Seo-yeon’s lips even as her eyes stayed half-closed. "Only pregnant women lactate. No milk will come out before that."
Rohit only hummed against her skin, voice rough with amusement and hunger. "I know. But I’ve read about some exceptions. I’d like to gamble on that. Who knows... if I’m lucky."
"You are literally a kid." She laughed softly, the sound turning into a shaky giggle, then closed her eyes and let him continue.
Her hand kept moving along his length in slow, firm strokes while his mouth stayed latched to her breast. The dual sensation pulled her closer to the edge; weak, breathy moans slipped from her throat with every suck and every slide of her fingers.
Surprisingly, his sucking didn’t feel as bad as she had assumed earlier. She could feel him hardening further in her hand with every pull of his mouth. The thick veins under her fingers and the growing heat of him made her tremble, a restless ache spreading low in her stomach.
Then she felt his other hand travel downward, fingers slipping past the waistband of her jeans and brushing the edge of her panties. Panic flickered through her.
She caught his wrist. "Rohit—we can’t. It’s too dangerous here."
He paused, lips still resting against her wet nipple, and looked up. "It’s alright. No one will come. Besides... we’ll hear the footsteps long before they reach us."
She hesitated, voice small. "But..."
Rohit lifted his free hand and brushed his knuckles gently along her cheek. "Relax. I want to make you cum. Trust me—you’ll feel good."
The last of her resistance loosened.
Her grip on his wrist weakened.
He slid his hand deeper, bypassing the final layer of fabric, and found her already slick and warm.
Two fingers pressed carefully between her folds, then began to move in slow, deliberate circles.
Seo-yeon’s back arched against the railing as a loud moan escaped her. "Haanngh~"
The heat of his hand working her open while his mouth continued to suck and tug at her nipples sent sharp waves of pleasure through her.
"Nnngh..."
She moaned, soft and broken, and kept stroking his cock in the dark, the dual rhythm pulling her deeper with every second.
As the tension in Seo-yeon’s body wound tighter, Rohit lifted his mouth from her breast just long enough to speak against her skin.
"Let me take these off. Your clothes will stay cleaner that way."
Conflict flickered across her face — caution warring with the raw need already flooding her. But his hands were already in motion, moving slowly, carefully, as if giving her the chance to stop him. The growing ache of her lust pushed through the hesitation.
Desire won. She met his eyes and gave a single, steady nod.
Rohit unbuttoned her jeans and eased them down her hips, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and drew them lower.
The cool night air kissed her bare skin for only a second before his mouth returned to her breast, sucking harder, almost greedily.
The dual sensation pushed her over the edge.
"Aaaaanh—! Rohit... something is coming out—"
A sharp cry tore from her throat as she came, thighs trembling, a sudden wet rush spilling down her legs. She clung to his shoulder, fingers digging in, while he kept suckling through the waves, the soft flesh of her breast muffling his own low groan.
When the last tremor faded she dragged in deep, shaky breaths and pulled him up into a fierce kiss, arms locking around his neck.
"I never knew it felt that good..."
Rohit kissed her back, one hand already sliding over the newly bare curve of her hip.
"Want me to do you a service down there?"
Her eyes widened. "You mean...?"
He smirked. "Why? You can do me the favour, but I can’t?"
Before she could form an answer he turned her around, guided her hands to the railing, and dropped to his knees.
His palms spread her cheeks; a moment later his mouth pressed between them, tongue dragging slowly through the slick folds still glistening from her orgasm.
"Wait—Rohit, that area is—" Embarrassment flooded her voice. She had never imagined anyone would willingly put their mouth there.
To Rohit the sight was almost delicate: neatly shaved, soft pink lips still shiny with her release. He found the taste faintly sweet, richer where the last of her climax lingered. He lapped it up without hesitation.
"Don’t worry," he murmured against her. "It’ll be over within a minute."
Seo-yeon’s face burned. She looked back over her shoulder, shocked. "You’re really going to put your mouth there?"
He answered by sealing his lips around her clit and sucking in slow, deliberate pulls.
Her knees nearly buckled. A soft, broken whimper escaped her as the wet heat of his tongue pressed against the most sensitive part of her. She gasped his name, hips twitching helplessly against his mouth.
God... it feels so good.
The thought startled her. She had spent so long guarding herself, keeping men at a careful distance, telling herself that closeness always came with a price. Yet here she was, trembling against the railing while Rohit licked and sucked her with quiet focus. No pressure. No demand. Just this slow, careful attention that made her body respond whether she wanted it to or not.
Soft, shaky moans spilled from her throat. Her fingers gripped the railing tighter as her hips moved in small, involuntary rolls against his tongue. Every slow suck sent another warm pulse through her, deeper than before.
’I was right to trust him tonight,’ she thought, dazed.’ Even if this is wrong... it doesn’t feel wrong with him anymore..’
The pressure built again — sharper, fuller — until she was trembling on the edge of something stronger. Her thighs quivered. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps.
Rohit rose behind her, still rubbing slow circles over her swollen clit with two fingers. He guided his cock between her thighs, the thick length sliding through the wet heat he had just tasted.
"This will help," he said, voice rough with amusement and hunger.
Seo-yeon didn’t protest. She had done this before and understood exactly what he meant. She parted her thighs just enough for him, letting the hot, hard length push forward between them. Once he was fully seated against her, she closed her legs again, trapping him in a tight, slick grip.
Rohit settled into place, his cock now pressed firmly against the soaked outer lips of her pussy.
He began to thrust in a steady rhythm, the wet friction of his shaft sliding along her folds with every stroke. One hand kept working her clit in firm circles.
The other slid up, squeezing her breast and rolling the nipple between his fingers as he pulled her back against him.
Soon the speed increased.
Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap—
The soft, rhythmic slap of his hips against her ass filled the quiet rooftop.
Seo-yeon turned her head, and their mouths met in a messy, open kiss. Her soft moans spilled directly into him with every thrust.
’God... if it feels this good just on the outside,’ she thought, dazed, ’how would it feel if he actually dips it in?’ The idea made her hips push back harder, chasing more of that thick, sliding pressure.
Rohit groaned against her mouth, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at the way her body moved with him.
Her slim waist, the soft curve of her ass bouncing lightly against his hips, the way her breasts filled his hand — everything about her was perfect under the dim light.
He slammed a little harder, letting the wet sound of their bodies grow louder.
’She’s so fucking responsive,’ he thought.’ If I make this good enough... she’ll come back for more. Next time she won’t stop at the outside.’
For now, real penetration wasn’t possible. So he focused on giving them both the maximum of what they could have — friction, pressure, heat — until she would want him again on her own.
"Ah... ahh—! Aha... ah...!"
The combined stimulation became too much. Seo-yeon’s cry cracked into a full, shaking orgasm that left her limp and gasping, completely spent.
"Ahh, Rohit... I’m coming— going to cum again— ah!"
Her thighs trembled around his cock as another rush of wetness coated him.
"Feels good, right?" Rohit murmured. He wrapped both arms around her from behind, still moving in slow, shallow thrusts between her thighs, savoring the last aftershocks that fluttered through her body. The slick heat of her folds around him pushed him closer to his own edge.
"Won’t you help me get some relief too?" he asked quietly against her ear.
She nodded, still catching her breath. After a few more deep inhales she managed, "But first... let me put my jeans back on. It’s too dangerous like this. I can still help you later."
Rohit raised an eyebrow, a half-smile tugging at his mouth. "As you like."
Seo-yeon reached for her scattered clothes and began to dress with slightly unsteady hands. Just as she tugged her t-shirt back into place, Rohit’s phone vibrated sharply on the railing. He glanced at the screen and frowned.
Arya.
"Now what this time?" he muttered under his breath.
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