Infinite Cashback System

Chapter 201: 201 | Not Loud Enough [GT BONUS]

Soft. Slow. Nothing like the desperate collision at the aquarium. This was the kind of kiss you gave someone in bed, in the dark, when there was nowhere else to be and no reason to rush.

Kumiko made a sound into his mouth. "Mmmph." A whimper that vibrated between their lips. Her hand slid from his stomach to his chest, her palm flattening over his heart. Her fingers spread against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the muscle beneath.

Jordan deepened the kiss. His tongue swept across her bottom lip, and Kumiko opened for him with a gasp that came out as "aahh," her body arching forward until her chest pressed against his.

She tasted like mango sticky rice and green tea.

His hand moved from her face to her hair, fingers threading through the loose black waves. Without the twin tails, her hair was silk against his skin, falling across the pillow in a dark fan. He pulled gently, tipping her head back, and his mouth left hers to trace down her jaw.

"Ahh... hahh..."

Her breathing came fast and ragged. Each exhale was a small sound, a whimper or a sigh that she seemed to produce involuntarily.

Jordan kissed the spot where her jaw met her neck, and Kumiko’s fingers dug into his chest hard enough to leave marks through his shirt.

"Jordan—nn, Jordan-kun—"

"Just Jordan," he said against her skin.

"Jordan." His name sounded different in her mouth without the honorific. Raw. Stripped of the cute wrapper she put around everything. "That feels... that’s so..."

He kissed lower. The side of her neck. The dip of her collarbone where the oversized henley had slid to expose her shoulder. His mouth was warm against her skin, and each press of his lips produced a new sound from Kumiko.

"Mmn... aah... nnn..."

Her leg hooked over his hip. An instinctive motion, pulling herself closer, pressing the length of her body against him. The henley bunched between them, riding higher on her thighs.

Jordan’s hand found the outside of her bare thigh. His fingers curled around the back of her leg, feeling the soft muscle flex as she pulled him closer.

"Oh," Kumiko whispered. Just that single syllable, loaded with something enormous.

Jordan pulled back to look at her face.

Her cheeks were deep red. Her lips were parted and slightly swollen from the kissing. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, her pupils blown so wide that the brown iris was barely visible. Her dark hair spread across his grey pillowcase like ink on stone.

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in low light.

"Kumi."

"Mm?"

"Is this okay?"

She nodded. Fast. Frantic. "Yes. Very yes. The most yes I’ve ever been about anything."

His hand tightened on her thigh.

Kumiko’s back arched, her hips pressing forward against him. When she felt him through the thin fabric of his shorts, her eyes went wide.

"Oh," she said again. But different this time. Higher. Almost a squeak.

"Yeah."

"That’s... you’re..."

"Mm."

"Um." Her face was so red it practically glowed in the dark. "Can I... see?"

Jordan sat up and pulled his shirt over his head.

The city light from the window caught the planes of his chest, the definition of his abs, the V-line that disappeared into the waistband of his shorts. The Tune Up trait had built him a body that didn’t belong on someone who’d been doing pushups for less than a month, and in the dim light, every shadow deepened every line.

Kumiko sat up too. Her mouth fell open. Literally fell open, her jaw dropping as her eyes traveled from his shoulders down his chest to his stomach and back up again.

"Holy..." She couldn’t finish the word.

Her hand reached out and touched his chest. Just her fingertips at first, landing on his pectoral like she was testing whether he was real. Her fingers spread, palm flattening against the muscle, and she pressed gently.

"You’re so hard," she whispered.

Jordan’s lips twitched.

"The muscle!" Kumiko’s face went nuclear. "I meant the muscle! Your chest muscle! It’s very firm! As in physically solid! Not—I wasn’t talking about—"

Jordan leaned forward and kissed her.

That shut her up.

Kumiko’s hands mapped his torso with the reverent attention she gave her cosplay fabrics, tracing every line and curve like she was learning the pattern of him. Her fingertips found his abs and counted them. Her palm slid over the ridge of his oblique. Her thumb traced the V-line at his hip, and Jordan’s stomach clenched.

"Kumi."

"Mm?" She was barely listening. Her attention was entirely consumed by the landscape of his body.

"Come here."

He pulled her into his lap.

Kumiko straddled his hips with her bare legs on either side of his waist, the henley bunching at her thighs. The position put her face above his for the first time, and she looked down at him with an expression of pure wonder.

"I’m taller than you right now," she said.

"Enjoy it while it lasts."

She laughed. A real, genuine, Kumiko laugh that came from deep in her belly and made her whole face scrunch up. Jordan’s chest did something complicated at the sound.

He placed his hands on her waist. The henley was the only thing between his palms and her skin, and the fabric was thin enough that he could feel the warmth of her body beneath it. His thumbs found the notches of her hip bones.

Kumiko’s laughter died.

"Ahh..." Her hips rocked forward once, involuntary, and the friction made both of them inhale. "S-sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

"Don’t apologize."

She rocked again. Less accidental this time. Her eyes fluttered as the contact registered, and her hands gripped his shoulders for balance.

"Oh god," she breathed. "Oh god oh god oh god."

Jordan’s hands slid under the hem of the henley. His palms found bare skin, warm and impossibly soft, and he traced upward along her sides. His fingers counted her ribs. His thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts, and Kumiko’s entire body shuddered.

"Ahhn!"

The sound bounced off the walls of the loft.

Kumiko clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes going wide.

"Too loud?" she asked through her fingers.

"Not loud enough, let me hear you."

Kumiko removed her hand slowly. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths that made the henley shift against his forearms.

Jordan pulled the shirt up.

She raised her arms, and the henley came off over her head and disappeared somewhere behind them. Without it, Kumiko wore nothing except a pair of underwear printed with little strawberries, and the sight of her in the dim light made Jordan’s brain stutter.

She was small.

Smaller than Chloe in every direction. Her waist was narrow enough that his hands could nearly span it. Her breasts were modest, soft curves tipped with pink that matched the flush spreading down from her throat. Her stomach was flat with a faint softness at her hips.

Kumiko covered herself with her arms, a reflex born of self-consciousness.

"Don’t," Jordan said.

"But I’m not... I mean, compared to Chloe-chan, I’m not exactly..."

"You’re beautiful."

The Alluring Whisper trait activated without his permission. The words came out lower, warmer, with a resonance that bypassed conscious thought and landed somewhere in the base of Kumiko’s spine. Her arms lowered. Her breath caught. Her pupils dilated until her eyes were almost black.

"Say it again," she whispered.

"You’re beautiful, Kumi."

"Haaah..." She melted forward, her forehead pressing against his. Her bare chest met his, skin against skin, and the contact sent electricity racing through both of them. "Nobody’s ever said that to me like they meant it."

"I mean it."

She kissed him.

This kiss had teeth. Kumiko’s mouth was hungry in a way her previous kisses hadn’t been, her tongue pushing past his lips, her hands gripping the back of his neck. The shy girl who squeaked at headpats was gone. Whatever lived beneath the surface of Kumiko Yamanaka, whatever engine of passion and obsession powered her through hundred-hour cosplay projects and four AM drawing sessions, it was running now.

She rolled her hips against him and moaned directly into his mouth.

"Mmmnn... Jordan... haahh..."

Jordan grabbed her hips and pulled her tighter against him. The friction through his shorts and her strawberry underwear made her gasp, her fingers yanking at his hair.

"More," she panted. "Please. More."