CHAPTER 192: LET ME CONSOLE YOU (18+)

Tirel scooted even closer, her chest brushing his arm, that flirty spark in her eyes turning softer, more intimate. She was well-endowed in all the right ways, and she knew how to use it, sultry moves that made his pulse quicken.

"Forget them for now. Byun’ll cool off; he’s got that loyal streak. You’re the one who keeps pushing to get stronger, and that’s hot. Let me make you feel better, okay? You deserve it after today."

Her words hung in the air, simple and real, before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss started gentle, her mouth warm and soft against his, tasting faintly of the sweet berries they’d shared earlier in the dining hall.

Jae’s breath caught, but he kissed back, his hand sliding to her waist, pulling her nearer. He was a lover of women, always had been, sexual acts like this were his escape, his way to recharge and forget the drama.

A soft moan escaped him as the kiss deepened, her tongue slipping in to tease his, slow and inviting.

Tirel’s hand didn’t stay still. It wandered lower while they kissed, trailing over his chest, down his abs, until her fingers brushed the growing bulge in his pants. Jae groaned into her mouth, his body reacting fast, hardening under her touch.

She was flirty like that, sultry and bold, and it drove him wild. "Tirel..." he murmured, smirking against her lips even as heat flushed his face.

"Shh, just let me," she whispered, her voice husky and low, like a secret just for him. Her fingers dipped into his waistband, sliding under the fabric without hesitation.

She found his dick, thick, warm, and already throbbing, and wrapped her hand around it. Jae moaned louder, the sound rough and needy, his hips shifting a little on the bed.

She started stroking, slow and steady, her palm gliding up and down his length, thumb circling the tip where it was already slick.

The room felt warmer now, the air thick with their shared breaths and the simple rhythm of her hand. Jae’s red eyes half-closed, watching her through his lashes as they kept kissing, messy and deep.

Her grip tightened just a bit, strokes turning firmer, faster, making his rod pulse in her hold. He was dominant by nature, snarky with women in the best way, but right now he let her lead, enjoying the way she consoled him so thoroughly.

Another moan rumbled from his chest, his free hand tangling in her red hair, holding her close.

"You’re so tense," she breathed between kisses, her hand never stopping its work. "This fallout with Byun... it’s not you. People see the strong side, the smirky guy who wants more, but they miss how real you are." Her words were simple, grounding him even as pleasure built low in his gut.

Jae nodded faintly, too caught up to talk much. "Yeah... feels good, though." He smirked wider.

Her strokes sped up, slick sounds filling the quiet room, her fingers twisting just right at the base. His breaths came shorter, moans slipping out more often, the tension from the day melting away under her touch.

Things heated up natural, like they always did with her. Tirel pulled back from the kiss, her lips shiny and swollen, red eyes gleaming with that siren hunger. "Want me to keep going?" she asked, voice flirty and teasing, but she didn’t wait for a full answer.

Her hands tugged at his pants, and Jae lifted his hips without thinking, letting her slide them down along with his underwear.

His rod sprang free, hard and standing tall, veins standing out from her earlier attention.

Tirel licked her lips, eyeing it like a treat. "God, look at you," she murmured, dropping to her knees on the worn rug between his legs.

The bed creaked as she settled, her red hair falling forward. She wrapped her hand around the base again, giving it a slow pump, then leaned in.

Her tongue flicked out first, tasting the tip, swirling around the sensitive head. Jae groaned deep, his head tipping back against the wall, blonde hair messing up more.

"Tirel... fuck, yes," he panted, his voice low and rough. She took him into her mouth then, lips stretching around his girth as she slid down, warm and wet.

Inch by inch, until half of him was enveloped, her tongue pressing flat against the underside.

She hummed softly, the vibration shooting straight through him, making his toes curl.

Jae’s hands gripped the edge of the bed, knuckles white. She started bobbing her head, slow at first, sucking with just the right pressure.

Her hand stroked the rest, twisting in time with her mouth, saliva making everything slick and easy. The sounds were raw, wet slurps and his moans mixing in the air, the candle’s light flickering over her as she worked him.

She was sultry perfection, flirty even now, glancing up with those red eyes that said she loved this as much as he did.

He thrust up a little, gentle, and she took it, hollowing her cheeks for more suction. "So good... don’t stop," he groaned, smirking through the haze of pleasure.

Her free hand slid up his thigh, nails grazing lightly, adding to the sparks. She picked up the pace, head moving faster, taking him deeper each time until her nose brushed his skin.

Jae’s breaths turned ragged, the build-up coiling tight in his core, like he was right on the edge of something big.

The room spun a bit for him, all the day’s crap, Byun’s angry words about his bad image, the dissaproving looks from other students, fading to nothing. Just Tirel’s mouth, hot and eager, her hand pumping steady.

"I’m... close," he warned, voice strained, rubbing his hand through his hair one last time in that embarrassed way.

She hummed again, encouraging, and that did it. Jae’s body tensed, hips bucking as the orgasm hit him hard.

He moaned loud, deep from his chest, spilling into her mouth in hot, pulsing spurts. Waves of pleasure crashed over him, leaving him shaking, his rod twitching as she kept sucking gently, drawing it all out until he was empty.

Tirel pulled off with a soft pop, swallowing everything down, her lips curving in a satisfied smile.

She climbed back up onto the bed, lying down beside him, her body pressing close as she caught her breath. "You taste sweet," she said, voice flirty and soft, her hand resting on his chest.