His Tour Guide

Chapter 28

I wake up, slowly stirring, warm in the Egyptian cotton duvet cover, a single beam of sunlight pushing through the heavy black out curtains and reflecting on the glass lamp next to me. I marvel at the tiny rainbows it projects on to the wall. I feel Jimin pressed against me, his morning arousal throbbing and feeling good, his arm over my waist, hand cupping my breast. It feels like he is naked, he usually always sleeps in boxers and a t-shirt. I realise I am in the wrong room. I must have automatically gone to the one I usually sleep in. I wonder if he got drunk last night and stripped off in a stupor, found me not on the bed and came in here to me. I place my hand on his that has now moved from my chest to my hip. That's strange, it feels bigger? Oh my god, it's not Jimin behind me.

"Morning bad girl" Namjoon whispers in my ear, pressing himself tighter into me. Holy fuck! So many questions run through my brain. Did I get drunk last night and cheat on Jimin with someone who is essentially his brother? Is he naked like I think? What do I do? Am I wrong to be thrilled? Do I turn round? Do I scream?

I swallow my nerves and turn over, putting both hands on bare chest and pushing myself away from him, but by doing so the duvet lifts and I see him in his entirety. He is naked and very very hard. I feel myself turning red and look from that to his face as quickly as I can, embarrassed but aroused. He has a wry smile and a twinkle in his eye, he knows what he is doing and how he is making me feel. I'm surprised though that he would be doing this to Jimin.

I sit upright, and look around the room, just making sure it's only us too and then flustered I say "where is Jimin? What are you doing in bed with me?" He pulls the covers down to his waist and lifts himself up slightly, leaning on an elbow and placing his chin in his palm. "He and Yoongi passed out last night on the sofa and when I came to bed you were in it. I chose not to sleep in the other room as I didn't want to be alone" he replies back placing his tongue on his top lip moving it slightly to and fro eagerly waiting my next move.

I'm horny as hell and so turned on by his assumption that climbing in to bed with me would be ok, I love dominant guys who do what they want, especially when it comes to sex and intimacy. Please don't get me wrong, i'm not saying I agree with assault or anything like that and it's a very thin line to tread, and that I think is what does it for me. The danger of it, the risk he is taking that it pays off and i'm open to it rather than losing my shit at him, which if a woman did she would be well within her rights. I'm not upset by it though. A strong intense throb is occurring between my legs. His beautiful eyes are intensely searching my face, waiting for me to respond.

I don't want to cause a massive scene, and I don't want to be deemed an easy target or push over so I dominate back. "You should have asked my permission before climbing in my bed, I think I see a naughty side to you I need to watch. You know bad boys get punished don't you?" I say in the most seductive voice I can muster. I climb out of the bed and find myself taking of my clothes. I push my leggings down my legs to my ankles, nothing on underneath and tread on each leg to pull my feet out. His eyes fix on me, and I stare right back at him.  The only clothing left on me is my vest top, I slowly pull the hem up so it is sitting under my bust, and slowly graze it up over my breasts, my excitement making my nipples harden. Up over my head it goes and gets dropped on the floor. I'm standing there totally naked now and i'm exhilarated by my strength and courage. He sits up, his hardness still visible under the covers, he has broad shoulders and is beautifully muscular, his skin not as pale as Jimin's. I make it look like I am going to climb onto him, but instead I whisper "I am going to have a shower, you are not invited, that's your punishment for being bad". I slink of to the bathroom and hear him flop back onto the bed letting out a groan as he does. I think that interaction might just well be etched in his mind for a while. It will stay in mine forever. I need release, i'm burning for an orgasm, I have no choice but to pleasure myself. Standing in the hot water it takes a mere minute for my body to oblige me, I try not to make any noise but I can't help but let out a low moan as that need is quenched.