Catch 22 - JJK (21+)

Chapter 19 - Touch (part 2)

ARIA

There was a possibility that Jungkook had been playing me this entire time, and I'd been too distracted by his charm, hotness, and all the sensations he made my body feel without even touching me to notice, but I didn't want to believe that.

No one had ever made me feel more desired, cherished and special in three decades than Jungkook had made me feel in less than three months. What I wanted to believe was that whatever was happening between us could be something real and was worth exploring.

I may not have been ready or able to articulate my feelings to him just yet and vice versa, but I felt like I was pretty clear about them. So, even though I could have been making the biggest mistake of my career, and my life, I chose to listen to my heart for a change.

Or was it my body?

"I'm sure."

And no sooner than those two words left my mouth, it was on. That teacher-student line went from dangerously blurred to non-fucking-existent.

Throwing all caution to the wind, I reached up and framed Jungkook's face with my hands, pulling him back down to my lips. A low growl escaped his throat and his lips crashed into mine as he kissed me with reckless abandon. He slid his hands under my back to unhook my bra, and then gripped the middle between my breasts, practically ripping it off of me without disturbing our kiss in the slightest.

Shit!  Okay, I think I might be in trouble.

My nipples tingled and tightened in response to the sudden rush of cool air on my heated skin and the arousal I felt from his attack. My heart thumped rapidly against my chest, fear in the form of adrenaline coursing through my veins. It wasn't that I was actually afraid of him, but his ferocity had me on edge thinking about the many ways in which he was about to completely ravage me.

And I was totally here for it.

Jungkook manhandling me while fucking me in every position I could bend my flexible body into, commingled with the thrill of suspense and salacious need? It was a mind-blowing concept that made my stomach flutter with nervous excitement.

That sound he'd made, and the way he'd just snatched my bra off my body was borderline threatening and sexy as fuck, registering somewhere down in the deepest depths of my core. It was as if he was warning me that destruction lay ahead and instead of retreating, my body was begging to be wrecked in every possible way.

He kissed me savagely, his breathing ragged, mirroring mine as I gripped fistfuls of his hair. His lips were bold and dominating, searing hot, fiery kisses down my neck to right in between my breasts. Then he took each nipple into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue and gently tugging at it with his teeth as he expertly rolled and pinched the other between his fingertips making me writhe beneath him.

His other hand continued south. I sucked in a deep intake of breath through my teeth as he began to rub slow circles over my clothed heat, satisfying my dire need for some sort of friction or intensifying it, I wasn't quite sure. But very deliberately, I rotated my hips to heighten the pleasure, gripping his hair tighter.

Judging by the gleam in his eye, he was quite pleased with my reaction. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched the way my body responded. There was a tenderness to his touch now, despite his aggression only a few moments prior, that made every inch of my body ache for more.

"Ahhh.... please..." I begged breathlessly, still grinding my hips but against nothing.

His hand was gone, both now busy slipping my panties down my legs as he kissed the skin they revealed. Throwing them on the floor, he sat back on his heals, regarding me with such profound intent it was almost... reverent. The intensity of his chocolate gaze melted me from the inside out. Then using both of his hands, he brushed his fingertips down the entire length of my torso and over my waistline until he reached the junction of my thighs, making me shudder at the delicateness of his touch.