Direct And Linear Relationships

Chapter 32: Challenge

What the…

Buzz…

Is there a bee in my room?

Buzz…

My eyelids fluttered open and through the haze I tried to find the irritating little shit that was fucking up my sleep. I rubbed my eyes to clear the cobwebs then scoped out my room. Buzz… I looked to the right and found my phone vibrating on top of my rickety nightstand. Grumbling under my breath, I slid my arm out the covers, reached over, and rolled my eyes at the three text messages from the person I’d never thought I’d be hanging out with and if you would have told me six months ago this was going to be the nature of our relationship by the end of the year I would’ve laughed in your face.

Seungmin (3)

Don’t forget to bring your controller today…

Also I unlocked more weapons so we’ll have options. Hope your ready to blow up some zombies

You’re off at 4 right? It’s your turn to buy and there’s this awesome waffle shop next to your job. They serve them ALL DAY! So you know, original waffle, strawberries and whip cream on the side please. That way you don’t need to ask me later.

“Fuck your waffles.” I mumbled, placing my cell back on the night stand and slipping under the covers again. The only problem, I’m wide awake now. Stupid Seungmin. It’s only 7:14, on a Saturday. Plus Sana and I went to bed really late last night, or, I guess you could say, this morning. She tried to get me off, she really did, and as usual, she didn’t play fair. I held my ground though, and after she came for the fourth time with her legs shaking around my head, she went night night. Like, right away. A smile crossed my face and dropped my gaze to her sleeping figure. She was face up with the left side of her face smashed into the pillow and her right arm was thrown over her head giving me some nice side boob action in the tank top she was wearing. I should look away, but I can’t. You’d think I would have had enough.

As quietly as I could I rolled on my side, lifting up the sheets to see if she had slept the whole night without underwear.

She had.

Slithering under the covers I was pleased to see Sana made this easier with her legs already spread. I continued making my way to the destination that lay in between her thighs, pausing every so often to listen to her breath, although creepy it was mostly to make sure she was still asleep. It’s humid under here, a little warm, slightly suffocating. How do people stay down here for so long? But as I get situated and her smell wafts under my nose I don’t really care that I can’t get enough air to my lungs. Slowly, I slid my arms under her knees, gently lifting her legs up. The muscles began to jerk at the movement and Sana's tired grunt reached my ears. She tried to move her legs but my hands were planted on the mattress and before she could wake up I dropped my head, stuck out my tongue, and ran the flat of it over her clit.

Her body jerked wildly and she sucked in a sharp breath of air. Soon the covers were flung off my body and sleepy hazel eyes stared down at me. “Well, good morning...” her raspy voice was something I’d never heard. She sounded like she smoked a thousand pack of cigarettes. Jesus, it was such a turn on. Using the tip of my tongue I circled her clit in a turtle like pace watching her eyes make friends with back of her skull. “Oh yes, very good morning.” she whispered combing her fingers through my tangled hair. I kept a firm and steady rhythm as I licked up her bundle, giving it the attention it deserves and Sana bucked her hips in pleasure, digging her fingernails in the base of my skull. She held back the noises with every gentle flick, but when I wrapped my lips around the sensitive nerves and began to suck, I pulled the most desperate, hungry, muffled cry from her. Sanaa free hand snaked under her shirt, cupped her breast and the movement underneath the fabric told me she was teasing her nipple. Moans vibrated against my throat while I watched her fondle her breasts, in turn, increasing the undulating rotation of her hips and feeling her push me against as her grip tightened in my hair in attempt to keep me close.