Woman On Top

Chapter 1

"Fuck, Jungkook," you breathed, trying your best to keep your voice no louder than a whisper. Your nails dragged across the vanity surface as you tried to cling to something.

"I know, baby, but someone will hear you," he panted against your skin. Without it being said, he knew exactly what you were trying to imply. His dick had found your sweet spot and he was pounding into you just the way he knew would make you feel insane. He knew you wanted to cry out and let him know how good it felt, the way you would if you two were alone - but you weren't alone. You were in someone else's bedroom, hiding away from a house full of party goers so you could sneak in a quickie. It was something you two loved to do - find a forbidden place to fuck and try to drive each other crazy without getting caught. The secrecy of your relationship, the fact that you shouldn't be sleeping together at all, and the risk of being caught was something that fuelled you both.

"Ah!" you squeaked out as a particularly strong snap of his hips took your breath away.

"Shhh," he whistled slowly into your ear - you could almost hear the smile behind it as he taunted you with his ability to stay collected. "Look at me," he asked you softly. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you tried to focus on muffling the moan that wanted to escape from you. When you didn't comply, Jungkook gripped hard on your hips and snapped himself hard and as deep inside you as he could. Your knees buckled from the impact. "Look at me." This time it wasn't a question, but a demand. The break from his thrusts gave you a moment to find your sanity, and you opened your eyes to catch his devious gaze through the vanity mirror. His eyes locked on yours, he began to move again. The erotic picture of him fucking into you sent a shiver through your body and threatened your stability once more, but it was too good a picture to turn away from.

Beyond the rhythmic wet noises of his hips meeting your ass, you could hear clearly the conversation between at least two people taking place in the hallway just on the other side of the door. How long had you two been gone? Had people noticed your absence? How long until someone walked through that door and found you bent over a stranger's furniture?

"We have to hurry," you said. Obediently, Jungkook slid his hand between your legs and began to rub circles around your clit, helping you reach your peak faster.

"Mmm," through pursed lips your voice creaked again. You weren't sure you would be able to keep it together. "I can't, I'm going to come," you pleaded with him a near whole octave higher. His free hand left your hip and he wrapped it around your mouth.

You reached behind and gripped the nape of his neck, grinding your pelvis into his hand while simultaneously still taking his dick until your orgasm finally hit you and spread like a wildfire through your veins. Your body quaked, then stiffened, then quivered, then stiffened again as he rubbed you through it and released any bit of pleasure your body still had to give. His hand still clamped around your mouth restricted your breath which only heightened your release and, fortunately, it also left you unable to generate a scream.

"That's my girl," his lips brushed against your ear as it ended, and your muscles began to relax. You looked up and found smug, satisfied eyes staring back at you while he kissed a short trail down your neck before biting into your shoulder.

The voices on the other side of the door became distant as the guests exited the hall. You made it. Or did you?

"Did they hear us?" you asked.

"No," he said as he pulled out of you; you winced, sensitive even against the slightest friction. "But we should get back before someone notices." He began to do up his pants. You weren't ready to stop, you were greedy for another climax, but he was right.

"You don't want me to finish you off first?" you asked as you pulled the hem of your dress off your waist and back in place above your knees.

"Not right now. Seeing you come is enough to sustain me until we leave."

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you think you were coming over tonight?" you cocked your eyebrow at him through the mirror.

He looked up at you and chuckled. "You don't want me to?"

"Well, I have been flirting with a very charming man who runs a visual effects company. He seems interested in more than just sex - he wants to take me out to dinner," you teased as you straightened out your hair.

"I buy you dinner," Jungkook retorted.

"Ordering pizza doesn't count. I'm an old lady now, Jungkook, I need to start looking for a real boyfriend." You winked at him then began to inspect your makeup for any signs that you had just been bent over a vanity. "What's the story with you and your friend you've been chatting with all night?"

He smiled. "Let's see. She loves video games, skateboarding, and Starbucks." He leaned in and gave you a long, hot kiss over your shoulder blade.

"Sounds like your kinda gal," you purred as you turned to face him.

"Meh, she seems nice," he shrugged as he closed the gap between you and pulled firmly on your backside.

You felt a smirk cross your face. His taste in women had certainly changed since the two of you started sleeping together. You were older than him – too old by some people's standards - but you liked to think you brought a little maturity and perspective to his romantic life, given that you had already lived through your new adult phase. When you first got together, he still had the sexual maturity of a frat boy and would have pursued nearly anything with a pulse that smiled at him. His yearnings were near completely superficial. Today, he's meticulous and looked for depth and connection with women. "She's fucking hot though."

Or maybe not, you thought rolling your eyes.

"But I already know what sexy piece of ass I want to be in tonight. Are you really going to go home with whats-his-face?"

"First of all," you gave him a little slap on the chest. "I'm a person with an ass, I'm not a piece of an ass."

He chuckled.

"Secondly, no, I was just teasing you. Besides, he seems a little Victorian in his romantic morals. I feel he would have some colourful names for me if I invited him home right away."

"Ugh. Men!" he scoffed playfully.

"You go first, I'm going to use the bathroom. I'll text you when I leave."

"I'll see you later then." He gave you a quick peck on the lips and a slap on the butt before he snuck out of the room.

You waited an appropriate amount of time before you made your exit and headed towards the bathroom. There was a decent line up of men and women waiting. You had your thighs clamped together trying to contain your come from dripping down your leg, which was bothersome, but at least the long line up gave both you and Jungkook a believable excuse if anyone asked "what took you so long."

The thought made you grin though... life couldn't really get much better than this. Here you were at some big-wigs house, networking with the sorts of people you never thought you'd meet, nonetheless share a tax bracket with. You were at the top of your career, the CEO of a sought after production company, no financial worries, still had killer legs and even though you barely had time for yourself nonetheless a real relationship, you had found a hot young man who loved to fuck you with no strings attached. You really were a woman on top... how did you get so lucky?