The Art of Revenge

Chapter 4

You woke up the next morning - well... late morning - as the sun began to crest above the house, and bathe the room in its light. You reached your arms above your head, the sheets falling off your bare breasts as you stretched your body long, and mentally assessed its damage. The space between your legs was sore, but it was such a delicious ache - an ache that flooded your mind with memories of the all-night fuckfest you had endured.

Jungkook, as promised, had woken you up... by eating you out (although that part he hadn't promised.)

Technically, he didn't wake you up like that - at least not right away. He first sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his palm along your back, calling your name softly. You rolled over to look up at him, delighted that he kept his palm in place - its warmth grazing over your waist then stomach as you turned over, until he finally rested it gently on your hip. As you spoke, his thumb occasionally rubbed endearingly over the curve of the bone. He first asked you if you wanted to sleep some more. You told him "no" – although you weren't at first so sure when you answered him. You still felt exhausted. Four hours of sleep was not enough to make up for thirty-four without. But his hand on you now was enough to keep you awake.

He asked if you were hungry, and the truth was, you were starving, But as you looked him over, and as he looked you over, and those fingers of his continued to circle over your skin, you were becoming ravenous for something else. You had been so timid when you first got here - you figured that was fair slack to give yourself. But, you had come all the way up here with a purpose - and you had already wasted precious hours away from that purpose by indulging in frivolous things like sleeping. Your eyes rolled down to his lap, and you began to imagine a few things you could do before you went searching for sustenance. You first imagined yourself slipping onto your knees in front of him. You licked your lip at the thought, once again wondering what he tasted like. Thinking about how he might shudder beneath your palms, how his fingers would pull at your scalp, or how his abs would rapidly tighten and squeeze right before your eyes when he came down your throat. You also thought about simply impaling yourself on his cock. You could slip yourself onto his lap, and feel his strong thighs beneath you, and let your nipples tickle his chest. You would stroke him a few times first for good measure, so when you finally slipped yourself onto him, he would be so hard and long that he'd burn you from the inside out.

He seemed to notice the shift in you as your curious and dirty thoughts sifted through your mind - which is why when you answered him by simply saying "starving," he didn't confuse your meaning.

He leaned forward as he stretched himself towards the nightstand, his body creating a shadow over yours and teasing you into a need to have his weight crushing you into his bed. He opened the top drawer, grabbing a small device that looked like a remote. You quickly learned it was for the blinds, since with one click they began to retract into the sill. He then sat straight, reached behind his head, and pulled his shirt off his body. You were 99% sure that the action didn't need to be as sensual as he made it, or that his muscles needed to work as hard as they did - it was a t-shirt afterall, not a barbell. But you appreciated the show.

Speaking of show... the sky had turned a thousand shades of pink and orange, and as it streamed into his room, it casted shadows over the impressive contours of his body, and made his skin look soft and warm like it was crafted out of a rosey-gold silk.

His hand returned to your body, starting once again at your hip, then trailing south over your flesh to your knee. It then rerouted north, as his fingers began to tease the delicate skin of your inner thigh. Your legs naturally parted for him, and your hips tilted as he concealed your panty-clad heat in a gentle grip. His palm was warm over you, but the simple touch sent a supernovic heat to rocket outward over your upper legs and lower torso. You instantly felt your juices begin to flow, and your ligaments tightened as your entire system became aroused.