If the hotel room door could talk, it's probably whinging at me now for my crazy ass decisions. It would have warned me that there were CCTVs in the hallway that might have recorded Mark grinding on me while I searched for my key card. I can just imagine the door complaining loudly about bodies slamming against wood in heated passion.
But the door, fortunately, doesn't have lips to give me sound advice, and even if it does I probably wouldn't hear it because of all the sex talk I'm getting from Mark Tuan.
"Love, I want you so bad," He whispers yet again before savoring my neck, making me moan as he presses me up against the door. So this is how it is... He discovers all the tiny things that make me weak in the knees and I discover just how much I've missed in the last three years.
"Mmmhhh... Okay..." I answer breathlessly as my leg brushes against his crotch, his manhood straining against his skinny jeans. "B-But you know, we actually have a bed right there so—."
He shuts me up with another brash kiss and grabs my waist, dragging me with him towards the bed. I imagine that the door must be glad that we're finally moving to the bed. We stumble around the hotel room, kissing while dropping bits and pieces to the carpeted floor: My purse, his phone, my ponytail, his shoes, my shoes.
I feel the back of my legs hitting the edge of the bed and I let myself fall until I'm panting beneath him, his weight knocking the air out of my lungs. Mark laughs as he pulls himself off me. "Sorry," He says, leaning to his side.
I immediately sit up to reevaluate my life choices. First, I decided to kiss him in public after his bold and unexpected confession. Second, I took him to the hotel room I'm sharing with Liv. Third, I told my best friend not to come back with the full knowledge and intent of having sex with a guy I've only been working with for six months—who, by the way, was two years my junior. Am I crazy? I must be.
"Are you okay?" He suddenly asks, probably getting worried because of my changing facial expressions. One minute I'm all hot and heavy for him (and I still am), the next minute I'm looking so confused and scared. "Hey, if you don't want to do this anymore, it's fine." He adds, sitting up to hold my hand.
"No, I want to," I answer, watching him kiss my knuckles tenderly.
"I don't want to force you—" He starts. I interrupt him with another kiss on the lips that starts innocently and ends up going way deeper than it should.
"Stop thinking..." I say, in between heated kisses, my hands moving to the back of his head, pulling him closer. His tongue invades my mouth, hands roaming my body. Mark then guides me to his lap and I willingly straddle him, my already wet crotch staining the front of his jeans as I hump his growing erection.
His hands make their way inside my top, cupping my breasts and stroking my nipples through the thin layer of lace. I reach behind me to unhook my bra and he takes that as his cue to start undressing me. He takes a minute to look at me in all my topless glory, eyes wide with utter bliss as I continue to move slowly on his lap. He starts kneading and kissing my breasts, swiping his wet tongue over one of my nipples while pinching the other with his fingers. I moan and throw my head back, unable to keep my pace because of his ministrations.
I feel his strong arms pulling me close again. "Suck me baby, please..." He begs, lips hovering over the skin of my neck. He leaves a trail of purple kiss marks in his wake, making me want to please him all the more.
I stand up from his lap and slowly take the rest of my clothes off, never peeling my eyes off him. "Oh wow..." He mutters under his breath, eyes filling with lust.
I used to hate my body shape back in college because as a swimmer, I've always thought that being pear-shaped was more of a setback than an advantage. I could never find the right Spandex swimsuit that wouldn't invite male swimmers to blatantly ogle me during tournaments. Somehow, along the way, I've learned to like what I see in the mirror. Sports allowed me to maintain my curvy figure and with the way Mark's eyes transformed when I stripped down before him, I'd say it was all worth it.
I pull his shirt off him and toss it somewhere behind me, fingers traveling down his torso in a painfully slow manner. His abs seem less pronounced than when it's being hit by colored lights but it still looks every bit enticing as he leans on the bed with his two toned arms. I take my sweet time unbuckling his belt and pulling pants down along with his boxer briefs. I let out a little gasp when his cock springs out of the jeans it's been straining against since we left the beach.
"Like what you see?" Mark asks, a proud smile spreading across his face while watching me lick my lips. His penis looks proud as a statue... Very proud, actually.
"Yeah, this is way better than seeing you half-naked on my computer screen acting all shy and shit," I joke and he lets out a high-pitched laugh. I pepper his body with kisses, starting from his collarbone, to his chest, to his abs, and down his fine happy trail. He plays with my hair as I hover towards his crotch area. I look up to find him staring at me expectantly while pushing my hair away from my face.
He starts to beg when I decide to stick my tongue out and playfully lick the tip if his dick. "Baby, please don't make me wait. I haven't had a decent blowjob in years," He touches my face tenderly, his eyes are filled with fire I've never seen before. It dawns on me, as I wrap my fingers around the base of his girth, how much they take their no-dating policy seriously. I brush the guilt away by finally taking the head of his dick inside my mouth and feeling the slit and the folds and the veins with my tongue, making him throb.
"Oh my goodness," He whispers, biting his lower lip hard as I suck lower, deeper, halfway down his length. "Shit!" Mark suddenly holds my head with gentle force as his manhood hits the back of my throat. I close my eyes and feel him pulsing, getting harder inside my mouth before I hollow out my cheeks to suck him upwards. "Damn, that feels so good..." He's moaning now, and it's adding up to the sopping mess in between my legs as I bob my head up and down his shaft.
"Baby, I have a condom in my wallet could you please put it on for me?" He says the minute I free him from in between my lips.
"I can't believe you're ready for this," I say, reaching for his discarded pants.
"I can't believe you're so good at this," He answers, laughing again as I rip the foil and expertly place the clear condom on his shaft with my mouth. He spills a few more expletives while I'm sucking him up and down, coating the flavored condom with my saliva.
We move to the center of the bed, kissing and touching along the way like hungry wolves. It's becoming harder for me to ignore the juices running down my thighs. He asks to be on top and I oblige by lying down and spreading my legs for him. Mark positions himself between them and stares at me deeply while aligning himself to my entrance. "Are you sure about this?" He asks, his voice breathy as he rubs his sheathed dick against my slit.
"Mark, please..." I groan, feeling the head of his cock pressing flush against my slick folds. "I should be asking you that, you're younger than me!"
"Hey, only by a few months. Besides, I've already pictured this in my head a thousand times," He chuckles, pumping his cock before finally pushing it into me. I cry out in pain at the exact time he draws a long, heavy moan. "Oh my god, why are you so tight?! Are you a virgin?!" He whisper screams as he continues to bury himself halfway inside of me, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
"I'm not, it's just..." I let my sentence hang to control my breathing, writhing in pain and pleasure beneath him. "I haven't had sex with anyone in three years and... Ohhh..." I inhale sharply when I feel him drive his whole length into me.
He grunts softly, filling me up with his long member. I feel a tear fall as I close my eyes. He pulls out and enters me again, this time faster and harder than the first. I dig my nails onto his back, enjoying every inch of him as he touches his forehead to mine.
"Am I hurting you?" Mark worriedly asks, letting me adjust to his size.
"Yes—No—I mean, I'm fine, I'm... Okay..." I say, wrapping my legs around his lean hips."You have no idea how good this feels for me," He whispers before moving his hips slowly but with calculated force. "You're so tight, I don't think I can last long,"
"Then fuck me hard now and make me cum with you," I whisper back, aching for more. He kisses me hard on the lips and snaps his hips forward, driving himself deeper into my sex. His deep, steady thrusts draw moan after moan out of me, and I can't help but screw my eyes shut to feel him more.
"No, baby, look at me," Mark demands, not stopping for even a minute. My eyes flutter open to stare back at him. "Don't take your eyes off me, okay?" He fucks me harder and harder, making it difficult for me to keep my eyes open and my screams low. The way he's looking at me with so much hunger makes me wonder where the seemingly innocent visual of GOT7 went.
"Mark, I think I'm..." I'm cut short by Mark's own moans that are growing longer and louder as he plows into me. I feel him throbbing within my walls and realize he might be close to climax too.
Suddenly he takes both of my limp hands, laces his fingers together with mine and pins my hands above my head before slamming hard into my pussy. I scream, so close to breaking as he leans is head against mine, his breath fanning my face.
"Ohhhh, baby you feel so good..." He sighs and kisses me hard, sending chills down my spine. I arch my back when his lips land on my neck again, licking and marking my skin in places I'm sure people would see tomorrow.
He starts thrusting faster and faster and his hands are gripping mine so hard that they're starting to go numb. Down south I am on fire, my insides are twisting and turning and I'm starting to lose all sense of sanity I have left. "Mark!"
"Fuck, you're getting tighter. Are you cumming?"
"Yes... Please... Don't stop... Aaahhhh!" I scream as I reach my orgasm sending Mark into a cursing frenzy, pleasure coursing through both of our bodies while my walls clenched and pulsed all around him."Ohhhh, baby I'm so close," His fast thrusts turn into deep and hard fucks that make the bed creak. He bites his lower lip hard and closes his eyes, his member twitching inside me signaling his own climax.
We both breathe hard, chasing down our highs with a couple more thrusts. Mark lets go of my hand and lays spent on top of me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. I hug him and gently run my fingertips up and down his back. "Mark?"
"Yes, baby?" He answers, leaving butterfly kisses from the sides of my neck to my collarbone. Silence. I can feel him smiling on my skin and we just stay there for a while, not really knowing what to say to each other.
"Are you seriously going to call me 'baby' now?!" I ask, staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore the feeling of his ridiculously moist and soft lips.
"That's up to you, actually..." Mark casually says. He rolls off me and lies beside me on the bed. "I want to, but it's up to you if you want that to stick, or not..." He adds, discarding the condom that looks like it's been filled to the brim.
"I'll think about it," I answer with a wink before leaving him butt naked in bed.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"I need to pee," I pad barefoot towards the bathroom without looking back. I close the door and quietly sit on the toilet, letting the tears roll down my cheeks.
Two minutes.
I'm giving myself two minutes to wallow in confusion and self-pity before I start my cool girl act.
The last thing he needs right now is a girlfriend and though I'm not exactly the one-night-stand kind, I'm more than willing to forget what just happened and not even glance at him when we get back to Korea for the sake of both our jobs.
For now, while we're still oceans away from our adult realities, I guess it's okay to go back and finish the night with a sweet cuddle session. So wash up, dry myself, and crawl underneath the covers where Mark instantly spoons me 'til he falls unconscious. I stay up, savoring the warmth of his naked body against mine, thinking this is the last time I'm sleeping with an idol.