Chapter 16

Bianca sits back in her seat and crosses her arms, frowning over at Tae who was laughing, that's right laughing, after she told him her concerns about the others.

"You want to let me in on the joke?" she asks once he calmed, her lips pursed in mild irritation.

"I'm sorry, it's just that they would never think bad of you like that. As you get to know us all more, you'll see how uncharacteristic that is. If anything, they'd be jealous—and not in the "I'm going to get her fired,"  way, but more like, "Damn, Tae is lucky," kind of way," he says and she sighs, relieved for now.

"Besides, I would never let that happen. I wouldn't even be pursuing you if I thought it would put your livelihood on the line," he says, reaching over and grabbing her hand, intertwining their fingers atop the armrest.

"Okay, I trust you, but I still think we should keep it between us," she says, mentally reveling in the feeling of her hand encased in his.

"Of course, what happens between us, stays between us. I'm taking us to my apartment by the way, if that's okay with you. It's about a 30 minute drive but it's definitely the most private option," he says and she agrees immediately. Earlier, she'd been wondering how they'd manage to maintain privacy in a house full of people.

"Perfectly fine with me," she says, relaxing into the seat.

"So did you have a good time with your cousin?" he asks and it brings a smile to her face immediately.

"I did, there's never a dull moment with him," she grins, shaking her head as some of the shit he said throughout the night plays in her head.

"That's good," he says, looking over at her once he'd stopped at a red light. He turns away and does a double take as if something had surprised him. His hand tenses in hers, raising her concern.

"What?" she asks, sitting up a little.

"You didn't drink too much did you? I mean, are you sober?" he asks and she relaxes again, nodding.

"Yes, I have a high tolerance for alcohol but I made sure to only have two drinks and I had water after...and went for a short walk. I assure you, I'm fine and in my right mind," she said, and he blows out a long breath, relaxing again.

"Good because I am in no rush, okay. You said you took a walk?" he says, brows furrowed.

"Yes, dad. Kev and I walked to the 24 hour pharmacy around the corner from the bar," she says, making him chuckle.

"I'm just concerned is all," he says and she squeezes his hand, giggling at his sheepish expression.

"I know, I'm just poking fun. Anyways, I didn't know if you had condoms so I got some along with some extra contraceptives," she says, gauging his reaction. Kev already gave her the scoop on how some Korean men don't like to use protection and if Tae is one of them, he may as well turn the car around because she's not remotely interested in sharing her body with someone who doesn't protect theirs. To her relief though, he remains unfazed.

"I have condoms but it never hurts to have extra. Speaking of extra, what else do you have?" he asks, his bottom lip between his teeth as he focuses on the road.

"Spermicide. I've never used it so I bought a few different kinds—just an added layer of protection. As you know, I'm not on birth control and I'm super fertile right now," she reminds and he chuckles at the tone she used.

"So we can't be too safe, good move," he says, and with everything out on the table, they fall into a comfortable silence save for the radio playing lowly in the background.

She was surprisingly calm throughout the drive, not riddled with nerves like she thought she'd be. No, those didn't hit until she was in his bathroom reading the back of each box of spermicide she'd purchased. Ultimately, she decides on the film—no uncomfortable applicator she'd have to clean twice, less messy, and lasts the longest. When she was sure it was inserted correctly, she washed her hands and placed the boxes back in her purse. After brushing her teeth with a disposable toothbrush and a quick pep talk in the mirror, she was ready.

She's had plenty of sex and not to toot her own horn but she knows she's damned good at it. She has nothing to worry about. She's got this.

She rejoins Tae on his couch where he'd set out two glasses of water on the table and turned on a K-drama. Feeling emboldened, she places her purse on the end of the couch and sits right next to him, so close their arms and thighs touched. Sitting back, she crosses one leg over the other, making the slit in her skirt ride up to her hip, showing off her patterned tights. Her crossed leg presses against his knee and as if on autopilot, he immediately reaches out and places his hand on it.

"Is this okay?" he asks and she nods, fighting the urge to smile. This move always gets the desired results.

She watches with bated breath as his hand trails up over her knee and onto her outer thigh. Slowly, his hand glides up until he's at her skirt's hem, just shy of her ass where he starts to rub large circles, his finger tips twitching as if he were holding himself back from gripping. Placing her hand down over his, she splays her fingers wide and squeezes, letting him know it was okay. The grip remains when she trails her hand down his forearm, admiring the veins that decorated the space.

Finally, she looks up at him and he's already looking at her, studying her. They lean in and when their mouthes join this time, it's unlike any kiss they've shared before. She thought the kiss they shared in the car when he dropped her off at the bar was passionate but this one was the literal embodiment of the word. She loves the way he always caresses her face when they kiss, his grasp the perfect combination of gentle and firm. His other hand however gripped her ass tight, kneading it in his palm and to say her body was reacting would be a complete fucking understatement.

Without removing his mouth from hers,  he pulls her onto his lap sideways, his hand reaching under her skirt until he's grasps both her panties and the top of her tights. Wordlessly, she lifts her hips, helping him pull them down. He takes his time pushing them down and off and when they hit the floor, his free hand busies itself roaming her freshly shaved legs. Her heart races in anticipation as his hand trails up her inner thigh and she parts her legs, an invitation to touch.

Her body shivers and she whimpers at the first gentle brush of his fingers over her clit and he smiles on her lips as he does it again, eliciting the same reaction.

"Love how sensitive you are. Can I taste you?" he asks as he trails kisses down her neck.

She agrees, mentally patting herself on the back for deciding on the film. It won't leak immediately like the others would have so oral is safe.

"Let's take this off," he says once he gets to her cleavage, which is mostly covered by her shirt.

"Only if you return the favor," she says, slipping her hand under the edge of his top.

"Deal," he grins, pulling the oversized, long sleeved tee over his head before she could even reach for the zipper of her corset top.

She bites her lip as she surveys his shirtless form, his thick arms and chiseled core testament to the workout routines he did in the military. She's seen pictures of him before and he was just as handsome, but not nearly as muscular as he is now. It looks extremely good on him.

When she's finally able to tear her eyes away from his torso, she realizes he's watching her just as closely. Her unzipped corset lie on the floor already and she was now unbuttoning the top she had on underneath, the tops of her breasts and bra visible. She almost allows herself to fall into a moment of insecurity when what she's doing catches up to her but the look in his eyes doesn't allow her to. So what if her triple ds are probably the biggest he's seen in person? He doesn't seem to mind, quite the opposite in fact.

When all the buttons are undone, she pulls the shirt apart and he helps her slide it off her arms, reaching around her to unclasp her bra and slide it down her arms.

"Fuck," he curses once she lays back again, fully exposed to him.

He explores with his hands first, making her moan when his fingers trail over her nipples. He squeezes lightly, feeling the weight of them in his hands before bending his head to lick one of her nipples. He blows on it and tweaks it between his thumb and pointer finger while he sucks the other one, making her moan.

He continues his trail down her torso and over her tummy, leaving kisses and light nips in his wake, both hands still playing with her nipples when his mouth finally reaches her clit.

"Oh fuck Taehyung," she moans as he sucks lightly.

He switches his technique, his tongue dancing up and down her slit as he tried out different speeds and pressures. She couldn't even determine which combination was best because in no time at all her toes were curling and her eyes were rolling back as it all began to build.

"T-tae," she stammers, trying to warn him but he just hums in response, his hands slipping underneath her thighs to open her up more and lock her legs in place as he increased speed.

What came out of her mouth next wasn't English nor Korean, but probably some mangled version of both as she slipped her hand into his hair and rode out the first orgasm of the night on his tongue.

When her body relaxes and aftershocks take over, she releases his hair and he pulls back, placing kisses on her trembling thighs.

"Mmm Petal, you taste so good," he says between kisses as she caught her breath.

He kisses his way back up her body, his hands trailing up her sides as he reaches her mouth. She tastes herself on his tongue and moans, her hands roaming the toned ridges of his torso.

"I want to taste you too," she says, her mouth practically watering at the thought.

"As much as I like that idea, I think I'll take a rain check. I like the idea of me inside you much better," he says, pressing his sweatpants covered cock onto her.

The feel of him makes her pussy start to throb again and her legs instinctively cage him in, making him chuckle against her lips.

"I think you like that idea too," he says, and she squeals when he scoops her up in his arms unexpectedly, heading in the direction of his bedroom.

She's surprised yet again when he tosses her onto the soft bed and hops on top of her afterwards, holding himself up on his hands above her, both his brows raised comically.

"What in the world?" She laughs, amused by his sudden playfulness.

"Had to keep you on your toes," he winks before reaching over to open the drawer in the bedside table closest to them.

"That's great and all but I prefer my back or knees," she quips and he laughs, his mouth wide open in shock as if he weren't getting out of his pants and preparing to slip a condom on.

"I-I'll keep that in mind," he says, ducking his head as he opened the condom and slipped it on.

She couldn't help but giggle because no way was he shy now after he started this. It was cute and endearing during such a moment. However, there was no trace of that once the protection was secure and he looked back up at her.

"Ready?" he asks, and she's sure the tone of his voice alone just opened up the floodgates.

"Yes," she replies breathlessly, watching him as he gently trailed his tip up and down her slit.

When he slid the tip in, her back was already arching, that initial stretch one of her favorite parts of the experience. It made him pause though, checking to make sure she wasn't in any pain.

"I like a little pain with my pleasure," she assures, encouraging him to fill her fully.

The moan that escaped her when he did made her so very grateful they'd come to his apartment because unless the walls are thicker than she thinks, someone would have definitely heard it. She doesn't get to dwell on the thought because he was ready for the arch this time, sliding his hand underneath her back and using it for leverage to access her chest. His hips pinned hers to the bed, allowing her body to adjust to the stretch as he showed her neck and breasts attention.

He rests his forehead on hers, a deep moan escaping him as he pulls back and pushes back inside her for the first time. He's incredibly deep off size alone but with every slow stroke of his hips, her legs inch up, an open invitation to go deeper. He takes it, pressing his hands into the back of her thighs, pinning them next to her on the bed and shifting his weight forward more, moans spilling out of him unabashedly as he picks up speed.

His face is a picture of pleasure above her, deep frowns in brow and his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth as he switches between looking down at where their bodies are meeting and her face, which paints a portrait of pleasure all her own.

"Gorgeous," he declares as he leans down to kiss her, the change in angle making her cum unexpectedly.

Her eyes close tight and her legs shake in his grip, her toes curling as the sensation spreads outwards, eliciting a full body tremble.

"That's it, let it out," he encourages in a heated whisper before placing a kiss underneath her ear.

He continues his trail down her neck, pulling out of her to the tip and slowly feeding every inch of him inside her again. She should be experiencing some form of overstimulation right now as she's always been super sensitive after orgasms, but there's still a pleasant pulsing in her core despite her muscles still spasming from aftershock.

"Good?" he asks and she manages to whimper out a yes as she watches him kiss down her sternum.

Taking both her thighs in his hands, he places them on his hips and she gets the message, wrapping her legs around him.

"God, you feel so good," he groans in her neck as he increases speed, his arms slipping underneath hers, pressing their bodies together even closer.

She had every intention of telling him how good he felt too but that pleasant pulsing she mentioned earlier was now making her writhe in need, her hips easing forward to meet every sweep of his.

"Are you gonna come for me again, Petal?" he asks, pulling back to look at her face and she nods profusely, feeling her stomach muscles tighten, a tell tale sign that another orgasm was on the way. This was a first for her. She was usually one and done.

"How sweet," he whispers, nipping at her bottom lip, eyes on hers as he continues his pace, thrusting just a little harder than before—a man that studies the nonverbal cues of a woman's body and fucks accordingly.

The second orgasm was actually stronger than the first and in the midsts, she swears she saw a piece of her soul exit her body—or maybe that was just the spots in her vision.

Tae came just as hard, his fingertips momentarily digging into her shoulders as he shuttered atop her, hips jerking as he spilled his seed in the condom, and barely comprehensible expletives muttered in the crook of her neck as he came down.

Though they didn't speak, there was no awkwardness between the two afterwards. After cleaning both her and himself with a warm towel, Tae pulled back the covers for them both and scooted in close, big spoon to her little. After a few sweet pecks on her shoulder, the evenness of his breathing lets her know that he's asleep. Rather than wallow in the regret she was sure would come—she smiles at the sound of his little snores and drifts off to dreamland herself.