My wicked step-brothers

Chapter 10

They made it to school, and again, Jimin carried her to class and made out with her before the teacher walked in. "Seriously, Babe, like damn." Rose fanned herself to cool down, and he laughed before taking his seat. He placed his left hand behind his chair, and she reached forward and grabbed it. 

She held his hand for as long as he wanted; she knew it couldn't be comfortable for him, but he wanted to touch her. When he let go, she reached through the slots on his chair and rested her hand against his side. Rose saw him relax as soon as she touched him. Every time the teacher left he'd turn around and kiss her, he found every excuse in the book to touch her. He passed out papers, and he grazed her hand longer than necessary. It made her smile. 

By the time lunch came around, she was going a little crazy. Everyone had left the classroom, and Rose sat on his lap. "Your touches and kisses have me all worked up. What are you going to do about it?" He smirked, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her towards him. She felt his hand snaking under her skirt. She groaned into his mouth, and he smiled. He quickly worked on it, and she rewarded him by soaking his fingers.

He pulled out of her and brought his fingers to his mouth; he cleaned them off and told her how delicious she was. Yup, she was going to fall so hard for this boy. This impossibly perfect boy. "Let's get some food before our brothers come looking for us."

They looked upright as they walked in, "yah, what's taking you so long?"

Rose smiled at Tae, "Sorry, needed a little makeout session before lunch." They glared at her, and Jungkook snorted. That kid may be younger than them, but he's hella perceptive. She stood up and pulled Tae and Jungkook out of the room so Jimin could adjust himself discretely. She turned around and winked at him. 

They grabbed food and headed to their usual table. When she says that their school is excellent and for rich kids, she means it: the tables are covered in white linen, and the seats are the high-end fabric-covered kind that belongs in restaurants; there's even a vase of flowers in the center of each table. 

They sat down, and she leaned over and kissed him. He figured out what she was about to do and glared at her. Rose placed her hand on his thigh, under the table, and the tablecloth covered everything she was doing. She slowly got him out of his pants; it was difficult. He wasn't small, and she didn't want to hurt him. But she got him out; he moaned under his breath. Rose traced her thumb over his precum; it helped her move up and down faster and with more ease.

Rose worked him up and down while maintaining her conversation with their brothers. Jimin, bless his heart, tried to keep up with what they were talking about, but at one point, he just plopped his head on the back of his chair.

"Hyung, are you okay?"

She waved her free hand at Jungkook, "he's fine; don't worry about him."

Tae looked at her and then realized what she was doing, "Rosie, please tell me you are not jacking off the class president in the middle of lunch?"

She put her finger to her lips and shushed him, "Say it a little louder, Tae. I don't think the rest of the guys heard you at college."

Jungkook was trying not to laugh, and Tae was trying not to murder her; she could feel Jimin was about to blow. She gripped him just a little tighter and aimed his cock towards the tablecloth. He unloaded everything and then slumped back into his chair with a groan. Rose got him back in his underwear, then pulled the tablecloth over a bit so none of his pleasure would get on his pants. She placed her hands under her chin, "so what were we talking about?"

Jimin opened his eyes and looked at her like he wanted to pull her over his knee and spank the shit out of her. He bit his lip and smirked, "You'll pay for that later, Rosie."