AMOUR || J.JK × Reader ✔

chapter 38 | Self-control

"Dangerous?" I emphasize this word only, the corners of my lips turning up. "Very dangerous," he affirms, but I do not listen and press my lips on his neck again, not pulling away until I am satisfied, I leave a few kisses to mark his skin but feel his hands run down my thighs. "I'm not kidding, y/n," his voice lowers as I must have triggered something, and I keep going, not caring about the consequences since he seems to like it. "I'm not kidding either," I speak against his neck to hit it with my breathing.

A sexy scoff escapes his mouth, and he contradicts himself by tilting his head to the side and sliding his hands up my thighs heavily. "You have no idea what can happen if you keep going," his fingers do not halt their way at the bottom of my shorts but only push underneath the fabric to enter it, and I do not even control the reaction of my body, I thrust and arch my back. I lay my hands on his chest to add more sensitivity to his body, and I try hard to find one weak spot with my lips, loving the words he said and which fluttered me.

Without expecting anything at all, he gets my legs to clench against his sides by pushing his thumbs up my inner thighs, making me break the contact between my lips and his neck for a moment to wrap my hands around his wrists and stop him. "Don't do this either."

"What?" his tongue passes over his lips, and he applies more pressure on the highest spot of my inner thighs, cupping both of them and rubbing them. "This?" he goes a little further, the sides of his thumbs nearly touching me over my underwear.

I grip his wrists and laugh, but only nervously, knowing he is doing it on purpose to make me pay for my attitude. Willing to see him lose, I put my arms around his neck and go back to what I was doing, but this time, with my tongue and teeth while playing with his hair.

I do it gently to not leave a hickey on his neck but kiss the area right below his sharp jawline, feeling like this one is the most sensitive of his neck. He remains quite calm at the beginning, but once the tip of my tongue skims his ear lobe and that I clasp it with my teeth in a delicate manner, I feel a small thrust of his hips against me, and he crushes my thighs with his hands.

"Do not make me..." his sentence ends with a sharp exhalation on my skin, and I smile at the lack of senses, loving the effect I have on such a man. "Make you what?" I blush out of fluster, not even handling what I am doing. He scoffs, his voice drawing a moany sound out right in my ear. I give him a break and run my fingers up his hair, and I gaze into his eyes. "Make you what, Sir?" I let my soul connect with his, but the emotions I can read through his stare flutters my heart. He bites his lips and drags all my attention on them, but he smiles, in a sexual way. "Make me act up."

"Threatening without doing anything as always," I ignore the crazy feeling inside my chest that keeps on growing bigger the more he is rubbing his fingers under my shorts. "I just know how to control myself. I wouldn't want you to see that side of me yet."

"You do have a lot of self-control..." I admit but press a kiss on his lips. I get his hands away from where they are to make sure I do not lose control either, and my fingers go up and down his tough forearms, dragging my lips down to his collarbone. I pretend to be fidgeting on my spot to grind onto him, and I suck on his neck, but my hands do the job as well by toying with his hair and going down to his belt.

Suddenly, he catches my wrists with some unexplainable strength, holds them behind my back with one hand, and his other one grabs my hair to pull on them, then he pins me down on the sofa to top me but make me feel too stressed by this sudden move.

He stares into my eyes, his forceful grip on me not loosening. I smile, feeling shy but too taken into this to even let him calm me down. He does not say a word as if he was keeping something to himself, and I fix my focus on his lips that seem to have been bitten on.