[M] Cliff Hanger (1/1)

Dara was getting ready to leave when she receive a phone call.Ring....Ring...."Hello?""Dara it’s me Seunghyun""Oh You?  What do you want?!" Dara replied coldly"Where are you going?""You don’t need to know" Dara huffed.“Yes i do" He replied“And Why?" She scoffed“Because I’m Your Boyfriend" He stated.“What?! You are not my -"“Yes I am Dara after that night, I’m sure we both know what are status is" He replied huskily that sends shiver to her spine“Fine I’m going to stay at the dorm’s spa! BYE" She hanged upLater that same day.Sweat rolled down Dara's throat and tickled before hitting the already damp neck of her gray cotton tank top. Their song pounded in her ears through her iPod as she pedalled up an impossibly steep hill while her stationary bike added insult to injury by going nowhere.She stared at her own perspiring reflection in the mirrors of their dorm building’s grandiosely named Fitness Spa. The spa is consisted of this room, with its one bike, universal gym and a smattering of free weights, a small sauna, and washrooms.She pedaled faster.If it weren’t for the mirrors she wouldn’t have realized she had company. She saw movement and turned her head to see Seunghyun stroll in with a casual wave in her direction.He’d known she’d be here tonight because she’d told him, so he obviously wasn’t surprise to see her. She, however, was quite surprise to see him.He had a towel draped around his neck, and was wearing a black workout shorts and a white v-neck shirt.His hair was in its unusual disarray, looking as though he’d just crawled out of bed, but she was beginning to think the mess was from running his hands through it while he worked.Ridiculous that his tumbled hair, tangled hair should look so sexy, but it did.She didn’t slow her pedaling or remove the earphones, too suspicious of his coincidental appearance to want to encourage him. But, after that single wave, he ignores her and headed for the universal gym.Anyway, he gave her something to look at besides herself sweating in the mirror.He was leaning back on a narrow, black-vinyl bench, pushing the weight bar from his chest to the full extension of his arms.After a hour they both finished their own programs. She felt warm and loosen up. Warm everywhere in fact, as she watched Seunghyun. Oh, that man had a body on him.“What are you doing later?” Seunghyun asked.“Nothing in fact I was thinking I’d shower and slip into something comfortable and go to bed” She answered nonchalantly.He settled the weights back in their cradle with a metallic click and rolled to standing. He moved toward her with a panther’s easy grace and she felt desire snake through her belly along with a quiver of uncertainty. “I like you sweaty,” he said and, reaching out a hand, traced his index finger slowly across her chest where her breasts swelled lightly over the neck of her tank top. Her skin was damp and extra sensitive from her workout and she sucked in a sharp breath as she felt the slight roughness of his finger track its slow path. She watched them in the mirror, mesmerized, and saw her nipples pebble against the damp cotton almost before she felt a tingling, tightening sensation. His gaze glued to hers in the mirror, he put his finger in his mouth and sucked it.A shudder went through her.“I definitely like you sweaty,” he said in a low husky voice before blocking out her reflection by claiming her mouth.            She tasted the salt of perspiration. Hers? His? Mingled probably. Their lips were slick with it, and as he rubbed his lips back and for the against hers, she felt an urgent wave of desire swamp her.He kissed her jaw, ran his lips down her throat, and she watched in the mirror through half-slitted eyes. His head was so Blue-ish green against her white, porcelain neck.Desire was already clouding her senses and it must have slowed her reflexes, because before she could stop him, he grasped the hem of her shirt and yanked it high, revealing her black sports bra.“No. You can’t,” she mumbled. “Somebody could come”He grinned at her with pure devilry. “Somebody’s going to. That I promise.”            And he flipped up the sports bra, baring her breast to the brightly lit room, the mirror and any staff or their manager who came through the door.“I meant-“ She gasped “-anyone could come in and she me…. us.” He took a nipple into his mouth and she moaned.            “That’s right,” He said, the words reverberating against her flesh. “ Anyone could come in and see us.” A low moan escaped her throat as he pulled another nipple into his mouth and she saw the first in the mirror, as glossy and red as a candied fruit.He was bent awkwardly to avoid the bike’s handle bars, but he didn’t seem to notice. She could hear the lap of his tongue against her breasts and the soft sighs coming from her own lips.When he moved to stand behind her, she watched him cautiously, but still jumped when he both arms around her, then pulled back so she was still sitting on the bike, but leaning against his belly. In the mirror she saw herself, half-naked, gleaming with sweat. She saw his hand cup her belly then disappears under the waistband of her shorts.          “I want you to watch yourself come,” he whispered in her ear.          “No, I …” But then he was touching her and conscious thought fled. She was hot and wet and sweaty and untidy and she couldn’t possibly make such a spectacle of herself. Anyone could come in…          Dimly, she knew she could flip her top back down and get Tabi’s hand out of her pants pretty quickly, but not quickly enough to prevent any dorm staff of maids in their building from seeing her like this. His fingers moved rhythmically, hypnotically, taking her to a place where convention didn’t matter. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing grew labored, her nipples bouncing lightly as though caressed by an unseen hand.            He rubbed at her exquisitely sensitive, slippery flesh, hot from workout, hot from embarrassment, hot from desire. She felt his fingers separating her folds to touch the rapidly beating heart of her.            In the mirror she saw him watching her, saw a face that was hers and yet not hers, so sultry and sensual, her lips impossibly plump and red, her eyes huge and unfocused, her cheeks flushed, damp tendrils of hair curling over her forehead and temples and cheeks.          “Anyone could walk in,” he repeated. “They’d see you like this, spread out in all your glory, being pleasured.”            She moaned, and her moan turned into a cry as he plunged in two fingers deep inside her. Her hips rode that bike furiously as intense sensation built, layer by layer. She’d never felt so vulnerable, or so open, watching him watching her. Seeing her own abandoned pleasure.            “Oh, I’m going to… Oh.” The rest of her words were lost, drowned by the wave of pleasure that rose suddenly from within, its roar deafening her. She tried to close her eyes, but he wouldn’t let her. His free hand pulled her chin forward and she was so startled her eyes snapped open and she watched herself in the throes of a powerful orgasm.            She was shocked at how wild she looked and sounded. Her mouth was open on a sigh, her face tight with concentration and flushed with passion.