Eros: The Obsession

Chapter Seventeen

"Okay."

For a moment, Jun doesn't believe what he's hearing. His eyes widen in surprise, mouth falling open as he listens to her finally give in. His heart starts beating rapidly in his chest, breath coming short as his entire body thrums with excitement.

He quickly stands to his feet, rushing out his apartment and to Tara's door where he pounds against it rapidly. She pulls it open with a surprised expression, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Did you mean it?" Jun asks frantically, breathlessly as he stalks into the darkened hallway.

She stumbles back,  gazing up at him with wide, almost frightened eyes. "I did."

Jun doesn't wait for another confirmation. He surges forward, hands wrapping around her head as he pulls her to him and crashes their lips together. He can barely breathe with how fast his heart palpitates in his chest but he dismisses the idea of pulling away, months of longing culminating into this one moment.

At first, Tara stiffens in his hold, weak fists pushing against his chest before she eventually goes pliant in his hold. her arms wind around his waist, wandering as they eventually move to settle around his neck. Her lips are slick against his, soft and warm like they'd been previously, but more enthusiastic this time. Her tongue finds his and she whines in pleasure when he caresses hers, indulging in the sweet taste of her.

She tastes like strawberries and salt, and it's only then that Jun realizes that she's crying. He pulls back to wipe at her tears, fingers gentle and warm as they cup her cheeks. "Don't cry," he tells her. "Please, don't cry. Not now."

"I'm sorry," she chuckles. "It's just difficult, to forget about him when we're like this."

Jun's brows furrow in determination, something dark settling over his heart at the mention of Ren. "I'll make you forget about him," he swears with conviction, dipping low to pull the bottom of her lip between his teeth. "I'll make you so delirious with pleasure that I'm the only thing you think about."

She flushes, pupils dilating at his words as she lets out a little gasp of surprise. "You're already all I can think about."

Jun huffs in satisfaction, muttering a pleased, "Good," before he kisses her again.

He walks them over to the lounge, pushing Tara onto the leather couch behind her. She sprawls across it, hair bouncing about her at the action. For a moment, Jun just stands there, taking her in. She's dressed in a pair of old, faded pajamas, holes splattered about the shirt piece. He can just make out the outline of what appears to be cats dotted across the material. He smiles fondly, affection blooming within his chest because she reminds him so much of when they'd first met.

He'd been so taken by her wide, innocent doe-eyes and the kind way she'd spoken to Jun – who had been lower than rock bottom after leaving Montesi's crew. He'd found himself drawn to her, mind constantly filling with that one interaction that it made it difficult to think of anything else.

When he'd first found out about Ren, he'd been devastated knowing that the woman he'd so quickly fallen for belonged to someone else. He hadn't eaten for three days, couldn't muster the desire to do anything about from wallow in self-pity. And Tara – kind, sweet Tara with her heart too big for her body and her selflessness rivaling that of angels – she had come to check on him. She'd made him some soup, assuming Jun had been sick and had hoped for him to get better. And so he had, because she'd wished it.

And now here she was, sprawled against the leather with her chest rapidly rising and falling, arousal evident in the deep chocolate of her eyes and her lips kiss swollen – all because of him. Jun sends a silent thanks to whatever supernatural force had worked its magic to get him here, deciding that he'd gladly sell his soul, and everything else, for this moment.

"What are you staring at?" she asks bashfully, lowering her eyes in embarrassment.

Jun swoops down to cage her into the couch, pressing a delicate kiss to her cheek as he mutters, "You." He drags his tongue along the column of her neck before taking her earlobe between his teeth, sucking lightly on the appendage and relishing in the soft little moans that she breathes out.

She shivers at the attention, tilting her head to the side to give him more access as she replies in a teasing tone, "I got that much, Einstein. What I wanted to know was why."

He nips at her neck in retaliation for the snarky comment, chuckling when she lets out a strangled moan. "I've wanted you for months now," he tells her, hands roaming across the sides of her waist as he moves to straddle her hips. "I'm just enjoying the victory of finally having you."

She pulls back, eyes curious as she asks, "For how long?"

Jun doesn't hesitate when he answers, "Since the very moment we first met."

She chews on her bottom lip, unable to keep his gaze as she looks away off to the side. "I still don't understand why."

Jun lifts a hand to her face, using his index finger to bring her gaze back to his. "Because you're perfect," he tells her. "You're kind and selfless, and you showed me kindness very much lacking in my shoddy excuse of a life. You gave me hope again, a reason to live."

Tara's brows furrow in amusement as she teases, "All because I baked you some cookies?"

A lick of anger rushes up his chest, his brows furrowing in offense as his eyes narrow in warning. "I don't appreciate you making fun of my feelings for you."

Like a switch, her expression falls. She sits up, hands lifting to cup his cheeks as she mumbles, "No, no, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry."

Jun scoffs, pushing her hands away as he moves to stand. Tara, with her expression morphing into panic, surges forward, her lips slotting against his as she winds her arms around him and presses him flush against her. "Please don't go," she tells him and when they finally break apart Jun sees that her eyes are glistening with tears. "Not after telling me that."

Jun c***s a brow, gaze impassive as he replies, "Prove it."

"Prove what?"

"Prove to me how much you want me to stay."

Tara swallows thickly, pushing him off of her. For a moment, Jun thinks that she's going to ask him to leave but she simply changes their positions. She presses him into the couch, Jun going with a little huff of laughter as she straddles his waist.

With her brows scrunched in determination, she swoops down to kiss him again, tongue insistent against his. Her hands roam across his body, nails dragging over the material of his shirt as they wander. When they slip under his shirt, Jun lets out a little gasp of pleasure as the hot pads of her fingers skate across his abdomen. Her hips begin to grind into his, first slowly and then growing more insistent as Jun works his hands over her body.

Eventually, his shirt becomes stifling and with an irritated grunt, he pushes her away to fiddle with the buttons. Tara does the same, leaning back as she tosses off her pajama top. Jun's fingers still where they are, his mouth falling open in awe as he takes in the perfect swell of her breasts, the dark shadows of her n*****s. Forgetting everything, he swoops forward to take one into his mouth, tongue swirling around the bud.

Tara lets out an unabashed moan, her fingers winding into his hair as she presses his head into her chest. Jun stays there for longer than he'd intended to, too preoccupied with the little sounds she makes every time his teeth graze over the skin of her n*****s. When he pulls away both are slick with spit and stiff with arousal, her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.

"God, you're perfect," he tells her, fingers pressing into the fat of her waist, relishing in the way her skin gives under him. Her body radiates heat, almost burning him wherever he touches.

"Jun, please," she begs falling against his chest. She nuzzles into the side of his neck, dropping sweet kisses to the skin there, "I need you inside me."

His c**k jumps at the admonition, painfully hard within his jeans. With a frantic nod, he swallows around the nerves that suddenly constrict his throat and gently slides her off so that he can pull his c**k out.

Tara watches with rapt attention as he quickly unzips his jeans, shuffling his hips to get his jeans off. She kneels on the floor in front of him and the moment he pulls himself out, her hands bat his away, taking him in her slender fingers.

He's thick enough that her fingers can't wind all the way around but they make up for it with how enthusiastic she is. She jerks him a few times and before Jun can even process what's happening, her mouth is already around him.

 Wet heat envelops him and Jun's eyes roll to the back of his head as he lets out a strangled groan. He cusses under his breath, hands winding into her hair and gripping bunches of it to ground himself. Tara is too eager, too enthusiastic, so when she brushes her teeth against him, Jun jerks at the spike of oversensitive pain that shoots up.

"Easy," he pulls her off by his grip on her hair, cursing again when her eyes look like two deep, black voids of arousal. "Easy, baby."

"Did I do something wrong?" she asks in a worried tone.

"No, no," he brushes his thumb over her bottom lip, eyes bulging when her tongue flicks out to pull the appendage into her mouth. "Just go a little slower," he instructs her, "And mind the teeth."

Tara nods and dips low again, tongue dragging across his length as she peppers little kisses along his member. With some guidance, she takes him in again, moving her head in time with Jun's instructions. In almost no time, she's taking him all the way down, until her nose is flush with his pelvic bone. His hips jerk in excitement, unable to control himself and he pulls her off, afraid of finishing before he gets to be inside her.

Tara shuffles up to sit on his lap, face a mess of precome and saliva. Jun helps her clean off, kissing her once more before he helps her take her pajama bottoms off. When he moves his hands to prepare her, she shakes her head, situating herself on top of him. "Just f**k me already," she mumbles petulantly.

"I don't want to hurt you," Jun warns, hissing when the wet heat of her arousal presses against him.

"You won't," she tells him, reaching down to align him with her s*x.

She doesn't give him any time to react before she's sliding down onto him and Jun is enveloped in tight, wet heat. He almost comes then and there, groaning loudly as he sinks into her. "f**k," he mutters, fingers digging into her hips, "You're so tight, fuck."

Tara sighs in pleasure once he's fully in and for a moment, she falls against him, pressing kisses into his chest. Jun runs his fingers along her spine, waiting for her to adjust. "I love you," he mutters into the side of her head.

Tara gasps quietly, fingers flenching into fists where they rest atop his chest. Then, she pushes herself back and begins to ride him. She throws her head back in pleasure, relishing in the drag of him inside her and as her pleasure starts to peak, so do her hip movements.

She writhes over him with a frantic pace, a sheen of sweat glistening over her body and making her hair stick to her back. Jun feels stifled and heady, the scent of s*x and Tara permeating around him. It almost feels like he's high, able to feel everything and nothing at the same time. Her voice starts to get louder, unabashed moans falling from her lips and Jun leans his head back and closes his eyes as he relishes in the knowledge that he's making her feel like this.

Neither of them hear when the door to Tara's apartment opens, nor when footsteps sound from down the hall.

It's only when an astonished, "Tara?" is called from the middle of the lounge, do both of them look up to find Ren gaping at them in shock.

Still, Tara continues to move against Jun, hips grinding into him with vigor. Jun smirks, swooping up to take the lobe of her ear into his mouth as he mutters in a smug tone, "That's right, baby. Come for me. Show him who owns you."

Tara climaxes with a strangled cry, throwing her head back as she constricts around him. Jun hisses, eyes sliding shut as he scrunches his face and presses his forehead into the juncture of her neck. He comes a moment later, a breathy, "Tara," escaping his lips.

When they both look up a moment later, Ren is gone and the door to her apartment remains wide open.