Nerd Guy Taste Makeover — 14

The motel three minutes from the izakaya had a bed that was surprisingly spacious. And a spacious bed, by definition, invited all sorts of experimentation.

Geon-joo looked down at Ju-ri's pale, straight back with burning eyes. Sprawled on her knees with her legs apart, she twisted her head to gaze up at him where he held her from above. In the dim crimson light, when Ju-ri's heavy-lidded eyes found his, the blood rushed to Geon-joo's throat.

"Mmm…."

His swollen length dragged hard along the inner walls of her. Ju-ri's face crumpled with pleasure. Her chest pressed to the mattress, her hips lifted high, that round, sensual backside swaying right in front of his eyes. Geon-joo seized it in both hands, following his instincts.

"Ah, good."

At the moan spilling from between her pink lips, his grip tightened. Hands with tendons standing taut came down hard on her rear. Cheek crushed against the sheets, Ju-ri moaning into the bedding, the corner of her mouth still managed to curl upward.

So this is what he's into?

'For someone who looks like that….'

Geon-joo himself seemed startled by the sound of the slap he'd delivered, freezing where he was, palm resting still against her skin. Ju-ri had assumed his style was simply to hammer away roughly from the start, but now she understood — it wasn't aggression, just clumsy technique born of inexperience. Which made the fact that he'd still made her feel it all the more surprising.

He was blessed by nature, for one thing. Big and thick enough that even clumsy thrusting felt good. For Ju-ri, whose pleasure lived deep in places most men's equipment rarely reached, sex with Geon-joo wasn't half bad.

He'd be even better with a little coaching.

Cheek pressed into the bedsheets, she peered up through slitted eyes at the man working his hips over her. The crease between his brows, his forehead damp with sweat, eyes squeezed to slits, lips reddened and slick with saliva, low groans leaking through them….

Above all, that expression — brows knotted, barely containing his excitement — was surprisingly arousing. It wasn't only the fit of his cock inside her. His low, trembling moans, his unguarded reactions, each one stoked her higher.

"You can hit harder."

At Ju-ri's whisper, Geon-joo's hand tensed. He raised it and brought it down. Smack! The generous flesh of her ass quivered. A bright red handprint bloomed vivid against the pale skin, and Ju-ri's forehead dropped to the mattress.

"Mmm…."

The stinging, crackling burst of sensation sent her arousal spiking.

Her whole body trembled, and the tremor traveled through her inner walls straight to his cock. Geon-joo clenched his jaw and raised his hand again.

Smack!

He struck the other cheek, leaving his mark there too. A handprint planted dead center on each full globe, like a brand. Geon-joo's eyes grew wet and dark.

Smack, smack!

He drove his hips hard and slapped her ass again, and Ju-ri's moans climbed higher. The wet squelch of him churning through her, the crack of palm against flesh, her husky cries tangling with his low groans — together they stoked the temperature of the motel room.

'Ah, this is better than I thought….'

Her eyes, fixed forward, melted into bliss. Clutching the sheets, Ju-ri arched her ass up like a cat in heat. When Geon-joo slammed his hips home, his balls slapped against her thighs.

More.

Ju-ri licked her lower lip.

Just like that, more.

She could feel the wave of orgasm drawing near. Her hand slipped between her legs to find her clitoris. He was striking the swollen bud with uncanny precision, and the pleasure crested fast.

Ah….

Good, so good.

Just as her fingers picked up speed, Geon-joo stopped moving. The climbing pleasure cut off mid-rise, and Ju-ri twisted back to glare at him with desperate eyes.

"…What are you doing?"

Move. Now.

Geon-joo had frozen, hands clamped on her hips. Under her gaze he shifted his hips a fraction, then stopped again. Doing his utmost to hold on, he whispered:

"I can't. I'm about to come."

"Ugh…!"

A groan of frustration and loss escaped Ju-ri. He pulled out of her in one motion, and she turned around and shoved him by the shoulders.

"Lie down."

Geon-joo was pushed obediently onto his back, blinking up at her as she climbed over him.

Ju-ri laid one hand on his stomach and wrapped the other around his cock, guiding it to her entrance. Geon-joo forgot to breathe, just watching her work. Her tongue slid across her lower lip and disappeared.

The condom-covered head of his cock pressed against her opening. The latex glistened, slick with her juices, and beneath it he was burning hot and rock-hard, ready to burst. Her heart thudded with anticipation.

Ju-ri didn't make him wait. She sank down onto him, the thick head parting her, the long, smooth shaft pushing her walls aside as it filled her. The dull, heavy pressure of it made her bite her lip. The pleasure he'd cut off at the very brink came rushing back, urging her on. She braced her hands on his stomach.

His face said computers and games, not exercise — and yet his stomach was hard, ridged with muscle. Not a bodybuilder's body by any stretch, but definitely not the physique of someone who'd ever skipped a workout.

"Do you do something? Some kind of exercise?"

"Swimming… I swim regularly."

Geon-joo whispered in a ragged voice.

"Nice."

Ju-ri let out a breath as she roamed his stomach with her palms. Even in her urgency, his body was enough to make her pause and look — that was how much she liked it.

His abdomen rose and fell. She could feel every tense, shallow breath under her hands. It was both adorable and absurd, and her eyes narrowed. When she looked up at his face, his breathing shortened sharply.

Even when she reached for his face, he held perfectly still. Ju-ri pinched his glasses between thumb and forefinger and drew them off. Without them, Geon-joo's eyes squinted, straining to focus on a world gone soft. She sighed at the sight.

Ah, honestly.

'…He's my type to an embarrassing degree.'

This far in, she might as well admit it.

His face, at least, was the one she liked best of every man she'd ever been with.

Maybe that was why she couldn't quite shake her soft spot for his peculiar personality, for the inconvenient fact that he'd been a virgin. Annoyed as she'd been by the way he clung while pretending not to care, pity had no business looking so appealing. But there it was.

He'd been a virgin, and she'd toyed with him however she pleased, and this was where it had landed her. If she wanted to call that guilt, or a sense of responsibility — well, she'd never been quite that moral a person to begin with.

God. It was the face. It was always the face.

Ju-ri gave a wry little laugh at the truth she'd only just admitted to herself.

"…Why are you laughing?"

At Geon-joo's cautious question, she shrugged.

"You should try contact lenses."

"…Heh!"

"That's what I was thinking about."

Adept at hiding what was really on her mind, she rolled her hips. At that subtle, unhurried motion, Geon-joo sucked in a breath. Beneath her palms his abs went rigid. The stalled pleasure lurched back to life.

Slow at first, then wetter, louder. Ju-ri's ass rose and fell, brushing the taut muscles of his inner thighs. Brow furrowed, she gave herself over to the pleasure welling up from below.

Her eyes stayed locked on his face. Every time she rolled her hips, rough breaths broke through Geon-joo's clenched teeth.

The feel of him inside her was one thing, but it was his every reaction that stoked her. Those pretty, dewy eyes going glassy as he fought the pleasure — devastatingly erotic.

A man who, until this moment, had only ever relieved his urges with his own hand, floundering in the best pleasure of his life — that face of his did things to her.

'Has he ever even masturbated?'

She laughed to herself.

No way. He probably hasn't even managed that.

She studied the face beneath her, beaded with sweat. A pink flush on his cheeks that felt different from the alcohol's warmth. Had he really rubbed himself raw wearing that expression?

Her own cheeks went hot at the image that rose unbidden. Her hips found a rhythm, bouncing up and down before tracing slow circles, and at that practiced roll Geon-joo grabbed her knees in a panic.

"Ah, wait, wait, s-slow down, I'm— I'm going to—"

Ju-ri ignored his pleading and rolled her hips faster. His begging didn't stop her — it was kindling, feeding the fire. She sank her teeth into the soft inside of her cheek.

With him buried deep inside her, she swayed every which way. The head of his cock pressed exactly where she felt it most. She was barely moving, and still her belly crackled with sparks.

Fair enough — with an inexperienced man, feeling yourself out against him beat letting him flounder. He was prettier than any toy, and above all, the face she could watch and the body she could touch were simply too much her type. There was no way this could feel bad.

Eyes fixed on Geon-joo's face, she ground her sweet spot against the head of his cock. Then all at once, her belly seized, and white light burst across her vision. Her cheek muscles twitched, and her head fell back.