Chapter 457 | My Boundary Is Currently on Fire

Chapter 457: 457 | My Boundary Is Currently on Fire

He pressed it again. Kumiko arched so hard her shoulders came off the cushion, and a sharp "kyaaah!" bounced off the brick wall. Something clicked upstairs, possibly Chloe rolling over, possibly Chloe loading a weapon.

Kumiko rolled onto her back under him in one wriggling scramble. His shirt had ridden all the way up to her collarbones, and she did not bother to pull it down. Her chest was rising fast, small breasts flushed pink, nipples tight in the cool morning air. Her cheeks were blotchy red and her eyes were wet at the corners.

"I made a mistake," she whispered. "I told myself I only wanted the massage, and I wrote that on page thirty-three as a boundary, but my boundary is currently on fire."

"We can stop right now."

"If you stop, I’ll write a strongly worded letter to you personally on the nice paper with the cats." She grabbed the waistband of his boxers with both fists. "Please, Jordan-kun, before Chloe-chan wakes up and gives me a timer."

He kissed her, and she tasted like jam and toothpaste. She kissed back hard, clumsy and eager, her teeth clacking against his once before she found the angle. Her hands shoved at his boxers until they were down around his thighs, and then she wrapped her fingers around him and made a small, stunned "eep" into his mouth.

"It’s so warm," she said against his lips, "and your hands are also warm, so everything about you is running a fever and I love it."

He peeled her sleep shorts down her legs and tossed them somewhere near the fake fig. She had nothing underneath. When he slid his fingers between her thighs she was already soaked, and the wet sound of it made her slap both hands over her face.

"Don’t listen to that, that’s a private noise."

"I’m listening to every noise, it’s my favorite podcast."

"Jordan-kun, you can’t say things like that in the morning!"

He pressed his palm flat on her stomach and let the skill trickle in just a little. Her body clenched around his fingers, and the moan that came out of her started low and climbed until it cracked at the top. Her heels dug into the couch. Her thighs trembled against his wrist.

"Inside, please, now, I’m going to cry if you make me wait," she begged, and she was already crying a little, which for Kumiko meant everything was going great.

He lined himself up and pushed in slowly. She was tiny and tight around him, and she gripped his forearms with her nails as he sank deeper. Her mouth fell open in a silent "oh" before the sound caught up with her, a long shuddering "hnnnnghhh" that ended with his name.

"So deep, so full, oh my god, I can feel you in my stomach," she gasped.

He started moving, and the couch started complaining. Every thrust sent a wet slap through the loft and a creak through the cheap frame. Kumiko’s tails bounced against the cushions with each push. She hooked her ankles behind his back and hung on like he was the last lifeboat off a sinking ship.

"Ah, ah, ahn, Jordan-kun, harder, I’m not made of glass, Chloe-chan said so."

He gave her harder. Pap, pap, pap went their hips, faster now, and her breath came out in little broken "hah, hah, hah" sounds with every stroke. He slid one hand under the small of her back and let the heat pour through his palm, straight into the knot he had loosened a minute earlier.

Kumiko screamed. It was a real scream, high and shocked and joyful, and her whole body clamped down on him hard. She shook through it with her head thrown back into the cushions and her mouth wide open, tears running into her hair. He felt her pulse around him in wave after wave until his own control snapped.

"Kumi, I’m going to..."

"Inside, inside, please, I want the whole thing!"

He buried himself deep and came with a groan he felt in his teeth. Ceaseless Discharge kicked in right on schedule, pumping pulse after pulse into her. Kumiko’s eyes rolled back and a thin, wobbling "aaaahhh" squeezed out of her as she felt it flood her. By the fourth pulse she was clutching her own belly with both hands.

"It’s still going," she whimpered. "How is it still going, is it a fountain, do you have a permit?"

"No permit, just vibes."

When he finally eased out, the mess ran onto the couch cushion in a warm spill. Kumiko stared down at it and then up at him, her face a blotchy disaster of tears and happiness.

"That’s going to stain," she said.

"The couch is from Wayfair, it’s been through worse."

"Has it been through that, though, specifically?" She pointed at the puddle.

A voice drifted down from the loft, flat as a spreadsheet cell. "The couch has been through that exactly four times, and I have receipts for the upholstery cleaner."

Chloe stood at the top of the stairs with the duvet wrapped around her shoulders like a cape, hair a black nest, blue streak plastered to her cheek. She had not put in her contacts, and her natural brown eyes looked small and sleepy and completely unimpressed.

Kumiko shrieked and yanked Jordan’s shirt down over her chest. "Chloe-chan, how long have you been standing there?"

"I woke up at your second kyaah, so about four minutes." Chloe yawned. "You screamed in a key I didn’t know you could reach, which I’m noting for the collab stream."

"Please don’t note it for the collab stream!"

"Too late, it’s in the doc." Chloe started down the stairs one careful step at a time. "Jordan, you have Brooke’s exam at eleven thirty, and you owe her pastries, and if you walk in there smelling like strawberries she’ll write it on the rubric."

"She doesn’t have a rubric."

"She has a rubric, she sent it at five fifty-two, and it has a hygiene section."

Kumiko buried her face in the cushion. "I’m so sorry about the couch, I’ll pay for the cleaner, I’ll pay for a new couch."

Chloe reached the bottom stair, crossed to the sectional, and patted Kumiko on top of the head with two fingers. "You’re not paying for anything, because he’s paying for everything, and every dollar he spends on you now comes back at point nine four."

"Is that good?"

"It’s almost break-even, which means you should keep screaming."