[Bonus chapter]Chapter 5 - Side Tracked

[WARNING - MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. I'M TALKING GETTING DOWN AND DIRTY]

The weather turns for the better, the sun beaming down on them fervently chasing the last of the morning chill - it sets her rigid muscles to something looser, relaxed but tense with a spring of awareness. She read enough to know trusting strangers appearing out of the blue to save the hour is a myth (common sense, really). So, she's grateful the man seems solely concentrating on getting them out.

The trek is long yet straightforward, glaring signs showing them the way; the man hasn't looked at them once. They don't speak, not until they emerge out of a main gate leading to a small parking lot, empty save for a gleaming white car, a little red mini and a polished black sedan.

He sets her down gently next to sedan, biceps contracting beneath her groping hands, Aria blinks innocently at the pointed look he levels her with. She smiles sweetly, infusing all the innocence she can into her eyes as her hand shamelessly travels upwards over his shoulder and down his chest. He coughs, grabbing her hand before it can touch the band of his trousers. She's an old woman, she's earned the right to grope a little. Maybe doing so for the entire half-hour journey crossed a little line, but who cares?

"Would you like a ride?"

He seems almost reluctant, hesitant in his words, sentence filled with awkward pauses. Aria wants to accept just to see how he'd react - perhaps more distant, attempting to keep an air of propriety but gentlemanly enough that he doesn't come across as crass? She quite enjoys riling him up.

However, common sense wins the round and she declines politely. He hesitates, offers again, for politeness sake too, she saw the way his eyes trailed to the door handle, almost desperate.

Aria tilts her head, stepping closer into his space.

"Why are you so jumpy?"

He had no problem admonishing her earlier, neither when he teased her. Curious. Then again, Aria had been high on adrenaline and panic initially, until she'd started feeling him up not so subtly.

"Are you intimidated."

"Perhaps, you should check for a concussion," he says, pointedly arching an eyebrow.

"Perhaps I should, care to help me?"

He sighs, feet shuffling apart to widen his stance as he glares down at her. He seems put out, but entirely. Aria should leave it there, she really should, but because she's a little demon who likes to play with her food, Aria pushes into his space, face close enough that she can feel the warm breath caressing her forehead; she balances on her toes, hands on his chest, until their eyes are level, humid air caressing her lips as he speaks. He opens his hands, palms outward as he lifts them high above his head, clearly refusing to touch her or to hint at it in the slightest to any watching eyes. He glances around them furtively – a famous person then.

"I don't play these kind of games," he says hoarsely.

"I'm not much into them myself. Relax, I'm rich enough that some pocket change from some second rate loser won't sway me."

The tension in the rigid muscles loosens, still there yet different in the way it changes his whole bearing, less defensive skittish animal and more a predator waiting, assessing.

"Perhaps, I like my wine fine," she whispers against his throat, muscles shifting beneath her lips as he swallows.

Aria looks up, blinking coquettishly, and the air rushes out of him forcibly, his eyes hooded and so dilated she can't tell where the black begins and ends. Softly, carefully, she leans closer, exhaling a drawn, heavy sigh she's practiced for hours (the matron of the high end fancy club she used to frequent used it once and the man had instantly turned rock hard, visible for all the eyes in the club; Arianna paid her money's worth for lessond).

Aria pauses, surprised at the clarity of the memory - so not all was lost then?

Her distraction must have been obvious because the man swore quietly, splaying his hand over her back, pushing Aria flush to his body. His arm wraps around her waist squeezing once in warning. A little oh escapes past her lips. Aria loops her arms around his neck, purposely mewling in his ear. She bites her lip, suppressing her laugh at how tight his muscles turn.

"Don't play with fire girl," he grits, voice rough and deep.

Maybe she should take him up on that ride. She could tempt him and have her wicked ways with him...

"My name is Aria, make a note of it."

Aria undulates her body, nipping his jaw while firmly holding eye contact. He slams her into the hood of the car, bending her backwards until she's flat on her back. Kicking her legs apart, he steps in between, leaning over her menacingly, hands on either side of her head.

"You're underage, don't fucking over do it."

Aria snakes her arms around his waist, and arching her back just right she's pressing flush against his body. She can feel the heat climbing through her body, her heartbeat thumping in her ears, the churning butterflies in her stomach. Oh, Aria wants this so bad.

"I'm not, underage that is."

"You look underage."

"No, I look younger than you and that's a once in a lifetime opportunity. Old man."

He snorts, shaking his head but she can feel his hips grinding into her own, pushing her down until her butt smacks the car hood.

"I would be a fool to believe you, ID or nothing happens," he says, right behind her ear.

A shiver rocks through her body, so strong that even the man can feel it.

"I wouldn't do this if I was underage. I'm 19, soon to be 20 and not of the boys chasing under my skirt saw any action. Because. I have. Standards. Capital S and all that."

She's bullshitting, for all Arianna knows, this girl she's become could have not been presented with any suitors to throw herself at, or more likely, she's held onto her inexperience for that special someone. She's not pure. Nor loose. She knows what she wants, and her pride is not afraid to demand it. So, she surges up, crashing her lips to his and for one glorious moment he opens his mouth and devours Aria like no one had ever done, but he pulls away too soon and she's left chasing after uselessly.

"Fuck, you want this just as much. Don't fucking deny it."

"Enough," and if he didn't sound so wrecked, Aria would have stopped there.

Her hips roll once, twice, and when she stops he chases the moment, his hips grinding down. He curses, roughly extricating his limbs. He's on the other side of the car when Aria rights herself. She pouts, glaring at the bulge in his joggers.

"Get in the car."

Aria nearly flies to him in her eagerness, she coughs, reminding herself that she's not actually a 19 years old girl, stop being so giddy Arianna Erwin.

He sits in the passenger seat, makes her wait while he adjusts the seat, and when he tugs her, Aria plops into his lap, his bulge pressing in just right. She moans softly, experimentally writhing. He curses louder, hands back on her hips to guide her in a desperate rhythm that sets her blood racing.

Aria paws at his chest, he rips the shirt off and she fumbles with her own. Before she can get to her bra, his hands are already there, unhooking it but he pauses, asks her for consent and when Aria gives it, he rips it off.

They're skin on skin, the heat unbearable but so good Aria cannot focus on anything else. She startles, his mouth on her breast, teeth worrying at her nipple. Aria moans louder when his hands wander down over her waist, squeezing her bottom once before there's a dual attack, one hand slowly pushing two fingers inside, the other pinching her clit. She's a moaning mess, carelessly babbling all sorts of nonsense.

"Han Jun."

"What?"

"Call my name," he says, panting harshly.

Aria knew she had a thing for commanding assholes, but commanding gentlemen? Fuck, sign her right up. She cups his jaw as she kisses him, revelling in the taste of him. She is so fucked. How can someone have such a wicked tongue?

"Fuck me, please."

His groan is so ragged and loud, Aria very nearly becomes undone. He fumbles with the zip and when he gets nowhere, Aria bats his hands away. He pulls a condom, ripping it with his mouth. She's will store that imagine religiously.0

Their humid breaths mingle, his musky scent so overpowering Aria feels drunk on it, the windows fog and she's grateful they're dark, she'd rather not flash some poor chap. Aria runs her fingernails over his scalp, sharply pulling his head back. His prick twitches. She smirks, sucking marks on his throat and jaw. If his married he's fucked, Aria does not mess with that kind of bag of cats.

He waits for her to adjust to his girth, doing these aborted little thrusts that drive her crazy with the itch they incite. Aria bites his lip.

"If you're going to fuck me, then do it properly."

He growls, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. Aria arches her back, clutching his shoulders. He sets a gruelling rhythm, slowly but surely driving Aria over the edge; she clamps her legs, throwing her head back. He doesn't stop, instead his pace picks up and her legs shake uncontrollably. She slumps over his shoulder, panting for air. There's one particular thrust that hits so deep Aria screams, losing control so much she can't supress her voice any longer.

Hanjun smirks, peppering soft kisses over her temple, her cheek, her lips. When he gets to her throat, he bites without reserve. Aria sees white, never having been so stimulated.

Again, he doesn't stop. Will not even give her a minute to catch her breath before he resumes his pace. The sound of their flesh is obscene.

"Hanjun, harder please."

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me kitten."

He manhandles her, switching their positions, Aria gasps as he turns her around, her back arches as he sinks into her again. Its a whole other world now, his pace so fast Aria can barely keep up. She holds the chair for dear life, her body bouncing wildly with every thrust. Aria's vision spots, pleasure so intense she has no words to describe it fills her. Bonelessly, she collapses but Han Jun wraps an arm around her chest keeping her upright, his hand squeezing her breast.

The numbers on the dash flash, one moment it says seven, the next, 9 mockingly jumps in her face. At some point they had moved to the backseat. Hanjun positioning her legs over his shoulders, he fucks her slow then, taking his time with each movement. Aria nearly passes out, vision clearing to find that he's moved her again, her hands braced over the door while he plunges into her. Aria loses her voice, a pitiful thing that's hoarse and weak. He trails a path of kisses on her spine and with a last forceful thrust he comes undone. Their breathing is rugged and laboured, their skin sweat soaked, yet they entangle their legs together, lying for a long while in the backseat. It's a surreal experience, a daydream that should not have come to fruition; perhaps, she was still dreaming in the void – whatever it is, it's the first time in many years she's felt alive, truly.

So when he drives her home, Aria invites him in for a cup of coffee.