This Body Can't Wait
...I shouldn't be able to hear this... I shouldn't be able to see this...
"Haaah...! Ah... ah...!"
He could hear it. And hearing it, he couldn't help but imagine. If he closed his eyes now, it would only become more vivid — that woman's parted lips, the glistening thread of saliva left behind when a mouth pulled away from her breast, the nipple jutting stiffly from the wetness...
...Damn it.
Rijeon recited a prayer under his breath and crossed his legs. Beneath his clerical robes, his cock had hardened with blasphemous insistence, and no amount of pressing it down would make it settle.
...I... devote my body and soul...
But her moans kept coming. The curves painted on the undersides of his eyelids... his own thighs twitching without permission, as if the flesh itself were mocking him.
Seira bit her lip. She was grinding herself against Alper's thigh now, working her hips of her own accord. And just as she was about to take his towering cock inside her—
"Hey, Rijeon...!"
Having missed the crest of her first climax and still aching for more, she arched her back and reached toward the priest — toward Rijeon, stationed beside the bed for the resonance diagnosis.
"Do it now... the resonance, hurry!!"
Her hand groped through empty air. Rijeon lifted his head. Flushed ears, a face that hadn't cooled, and a sinful priest whose eyes swept over every inch of her. He rose slowly from his seat.
Seira was panting, her hand still outstretched, and Rijeon wordlessly, carefully, closed his fingers around it.
Alper saw it. He said nothing in that brief moment, but something flickered in his eyes.
Enjoy everything you want from me all you like — but calling another man's name... I don't like that.
Even if there had been no idle intent behind it, the feeling was jealousy, and a quietly simmering anger besides. The desire for Seira that had been building so satisfyingly when it was just the two of them now settled into something denser, and a new emotion crept in on top of it, layer upon layer.
He laid her down from where she sat astride him and placed his hand on the inside of her thigh — in place of the cock that had been about to enter her. When Alper's fingers stroked just beside her center, Seira jerked her hips in surprise and looked back at him.
"...Nnh!?"
Her lips were already wet. Her gaze glistened like unshed tears.
"What, you're not going to fuck me...? Weren't you about to put it in just now...?"
Alper didn't answer. He only kept slowly rubbing the inside of her thigh — never the center she craved, only the side of her ass, the edge of her crotch, the slick line beside her entrance, endlessly teasing everything around it.
"Haaah... Rijeon, stop! Young Master, not there... there, the middle... do it there..."
She called both men's names even as she twisted her hips, trying to press herself onto his hand. Her body was already soaked, juices running in rivulets down her thighs.
"Why, Young Master... why won't you...?"
Her body was going crazy. Her womb had opened. Her entrance was twitching, begging to be filled — and Alper wouldn't even give her a single finger. She was losing her mind. She swallowed a sound, even as his hand grazed the rim of her entrance and a shiver ran through her like a chill.
Then his fingers passed by and finally, lightly, brushed her center.
"—Ah...!"
The sudden stimulation tore a gasp from her. Her left hand still gripped Rijeon's.
Rijeon looked down at that hand. Unable to even begin the diagnosis under his capricious employer's orders, he was watching all of it — the moans she spilled, the pleading, the juices running down, the hips that couldn't stay still. Her spread legs. Her trembling thighs. A woman who had already come from his resonance, now being teased by another man's hands, swallowing her breath. All of it.
But then Alper's touch scattered back to the edges, and tears pricked at the corners of Seira's eyes. This was torture. The torture of a body that wanted it desperately, in front of someone else, and was being given nothing.
"Ah... fuck... why, why are you doing this! Seriously..."
Alper answered with that easy, good-natured smile of his that could smooth over any situation. But peel back the surface and you'd find the gaze of a man who wanted to possess, all to himself, a greedy woman who wanted both of them.
In the end, Seira couldn't take the hands that kept dodging her. She pushed herself up from below, arching her waist in a curve, baring her wet folds, and opened her mouth.
"...Young Master, I hate this. Hurry, please? Put your cock in me right now..."
Even with one hand in another man's, she begged for his, looking only at Alper with desperate, pleading eyes.
And then, as if the sharp hunger had finally charged through him too, Alper moved. He quietly lowered his hips, withdrew his hand, and aligned his cock with her entrance.
"Yes, Miss Seira. I will."
"Haaah...!"
As Alper slowly pushed his thick shaft into that already hot, soaked place, Seira threw her head back and gasped.
"Ah...! Aaaah... it's going in...! Young Master's cock... it's going in...!"
The inner walls that had been waiting for him parted in an instant, swallowing his thick, hard length whole.
"Aaaah... aaaahn...!"
Seira moaned as if in rapture. Her waist curled reflexively, and she squeezed Rijeon's hand tight. Her eyes rolled back as the thirst that had been wracking her until this moment was finally, completely quenched.
Alper's heavy hip movements left her no room to breathe. With every thrust, her insides writhed open, and the thick base of his cock packed that opened space full. She should have told him to start the resonance again — but one of her hands still clenched Rijeon's, and even as pleasure shot all the way to her toes, she was simply drowning in it.
A woman's body, spreading, shaking, crying out. A cock driving into it. His own hand caught between them, her body heat flowing across his palm.
It was too much. This spectacle was far too much for a virgin to bear.
The woman who had reached out her hand expecting his resonance was now bouncing her own hips, pushing another man's cock into herself. But he was the problem — knowing it would come to this, and still not pulling away.
"...Haaah..."
He hadn't done a thing, and yet his breath had gone hot. Beneath his chaste clerical robes, his virgin cock stood rigid, a faint sheen of pre-cum already seeping through. He didn't dare use his other hand on anything improper. Unless she let go of this hand first, Rijeon couldn't break the connection between them.
Meanwhile, Alper, mounted over Seira, pushed his hips in silence. This wasn't simple penetration... this was conquest. His hips didn't play around the way his hands had. He picked out exactly the spot she loved and stabbed it, again and again, relentlessly.
"Nngh... there... nngh...!"
And then that pretty crying sound would come.
Seira was going mad on his cock. Her pupils had lost focus, her mouth hung half-open, and she gave her body over, leaking nothing but moans.
"Haaah... ah... too much... aaahn...!"
Her pelvis bounced up of its own accord to meet Alper's cock, and wet, filthy sounds repeated between her spread folds. The room held nothing but the squelching of coupling, a woman's high moans, and the occasional low groan of a man.
Rijeon heard all of it. Saw all of it. His heartbeat had raced so fast that blood pooled in his fingertips until they went numb, and his cock now throbbed as if the slightest extra stimulation would make it burst.
If I... were the one pushing into that woman...
Even as self-loathing welled up, Seira was curling her hips to match the thrusts, devouring his cock.
"Young Master... there... keep going, there...!"
She held Rijeon's hand, and yet this climax she offered to Alper alone. Sensing that, Alper's eyes narrowed in a faint curve.
Miss Seira wants only me.
He felt it with both eyes, with his skin, with the sensation of driving into her.
"...Miss Seira, are you all right?"
"Yeah... yeah... it feels good... give me more... Young Master's... more...!"
At those words, Alper drove his hips deep — pressing all the way to her womb.
"Haaaaaahn...!!!"
Alper knew that Seira, who loved being pushed all the way to her womb, would climax again right then and there. So he kept their bodies locked together, holding that position even as her hot juices wrapped around his shaft.
"Haaah... haaah... ah... ah..."
Having climaxed with her womb locked against him, Seira gasped, soaked in the hot afterglow. White saliva had gathered at the corner of her mouth, and moisture glistened at the corners of her eyes.
Alper looked down at her quietly. Then he placed a single finger against her cheek and gently brushed it. What came away on his hand was sweat and tears. He softly wiped even the drool from below, quietly lifting the corner of his mouth as he raised his upper body.
Only then did Alper meet Rijeon's gaze — the gaze that had been watching the two of them — and a smile of possessive desire, held back until now, slowly bloomed.
"Sorry. I'm doing something truly unforgivable to you."
To Alper, now with a little more room to breathe, it was a sincere remark. But to Rijeon it twisted into superiority — I just made this woman come — and the triumph of a man over a friend who had been forced to watch, holding nothing but a hand.
It was probably because Seira's death-grip on Rijeon had finally gone slack. Alper swept Seira's hair back, then gathered her still-disheveled upper body and sat her on his lap again, holding her close.
"Rijeon, Miss Seira probably won't be able to ask in the middle of it... so when we start again, can you diagnose her right away?"
"...Yeah."
Rijeon answered, keeping his face as expressionless as he could. He couldn't let himself be overwhelmed by that high-spirited smile that said he was more than ready to satisfy that woman all over again.
"Miss Seira... would you turn around for a moment?"
Alper turned Seira's body so that it would be good for sex and convenient for holding Rijeon's hand — and this time, Seira faced Rijeon head-on. Rijeon looked at her breasts sprawled across the bed, at her lewd, wrecked face, found the hand she'd dropped after climax, and gripped it tight.
"Thanks."
Alper, leaving the priest who was barely in his right mind from overstimulation, dropped a kiss on the waist of the woman in his arms and slowly drew her close.
"Nngh..."
Then he lifted the murmuring Seira's ass and drove his cock into her again.