Page 84 of Hamartia
“Yeah, it makes you look…like a fairy.”
“I don’t understand,” he says. “What is…a fairy?”
“You know, the mystical creatures. Little, cute, pretty, with wings. Like Tinkerbell.”
“Ah,Yojeong?!” He laughs louder. Then, “I am not so little.”
“More little than I am.”
“This is true…” It sounds seductive. “You are big. Your feet and your hands. And your cock.”
The sound of that word coming from his mouth does something to my balls, a deep vibration running up through them. A needy, low thrum.
“Do you like my cock, baby?” I have no clue where it comes from but I blame it on the lack of sleep and the coke and tequila swimming around my blood. I hear him make a small, low, noise.
“Mmm, yes. I do. I like it a lot.”
“What do you like about it?” I run a hand over the thing in question, pressing my palm against it.
“How it tastes. How it feels inside… how you fuck me with it.”
I bite back a low groan. Fuck, I need to stop this before it’s too late. Jae makes a similarly aroused noise and the image of him lying naked on his bed drenched in warm golden sunlight flashes across my mind.
“Are you touching yourself right now?”
“Perhaps.” He gasps, whining a little. It gives me the real answer.
“Fuck, I wish I was there right now.” I groan.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now!?”Comes the voice from behind me. I whip round to see Mase standing there, furious, mouth twisted in disgust.
I swallow, mouth drying up with shock.
Turning back around, I say quietly into the phone: “I’ll call you back later, okay?”
“Is everything okay?”
I glance over my shoulder to find Mase’s glare fiercer than before. “Yeah, everything’s fine, don’t worry.”
“Text me that you are okay,” he says, unconvinced.
“I will.”
I hang up the phone and slide it into the back pocket of my jeans as I take a step toward Mase. Something violent flares in his eyes that stops me going any closer.
“You’re fucking someone else?” he spits.
“It’s not entirely like that, man. It’s…complicated.”
“Do you like my cock, baby?” He mocks. “Are you touching yourself right now? You piece of shit. Like fuck it’s complicated!”
I try my best to keep my voice calm. To stop this escalating. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Mase, so just let it go, okay? Let it go.”
He laughs at that, taking a step toward me. “Let it go?She fucking worships you! She loves you, Rapha, and you’re sticking it somewhere else because you’re what, bored? Is that what you were doing in New York? When she was worrying about you? WhenIwas worrying about you?”
There’s rage in Mase’s tone but there’s something else too, something desperate and painful. I don’t get it.
“I said, let it go. You don’t know shit.”
