WARNING: GRAPHIC LEMON. DON’T LIKE, DON’T READ
Love is Wicked
Chpt. III
Chpt. III
“Let’s forget everything,” she whispered shakily. “Just for tonight.”
That’s when my control broke.
I knew that later there would be regrets, on both sides. She, for allowing herself to get stupidly tied up with me again, and as for myself?
Self-hatred.
When Naruto talked me into going out for a drink tonight, he’d taken me to one of the most party crazed spots in town. Every other person here was a rich coke addict, who’d come for nothing more than a few hits and lots of sex and techno. This was of course the last club I had expected to see Sakura at. She (along with her posse of girlfriends) usually frequent the calmer, upscale establishments where nothing really scandalous happens and yet here she was. The moment I found out she was there, I knew there would be no drinking tonight.
I had to look out for her.
Sure that wasn’t my designated job anymore, but it didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered to me when it came to her.
That’s why, despite my excellent earlier intentions of taking her back to my place to get some rest and a little help with her hangover the next morning, I found myself taking her back to my place for completely different reasons.
I knew the alcohol was affecting her judgment- clouding it, in fact, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to be inside her, as soon as possible and for as long as possible. The drive back to my apartment was a blur, the quiet elevator ride up to my floor a haze. She wasn’t saying anything, nor was she touching me any longer, and yet the air was fraught with sexual tension. And then, just as I shut the door to my apartment, she was slipping out of her clothes.
It had been a while since I’d seen her naked.
A long while.
She looked even better than I’d remembered, standing there in black lace undergarments, shimmering green eyes fixed on mine. Her pale hair, I noticed, looked almost white in the moonlight that spilled in from the large glass windows across the room.
We hadn’t even touched each other, and yet I was already hard as ********.
She was the only woman alive who could get me so worked up without even trying.
That was why I was going to take my time tonight. After all, who knows when I’d be able to do any of this again?
I knew I was taking advantage of her, knew that in the morning she would regret it all, but right now I didn’t give a s**t. I’d deal with the consequences when they came.
“Aren’t you going to touch me, Sasuke?”
The words were a soft, almost shy whisper. I knew the alcohol was still in effect though, because a sober Sakura would never say anything so forward. Her inhabitations were always around, meaning I had to instigate things and get her wet enough and therefore desperate enough to stop worrying about coming across slutty.
I cocked my head to the side, admiring the modest swell of her tits from across the room. I could hardly wait to get her out of that bra, and those panties. I gestured towards hers. “Come here.”
She giggled almost girlishly and approached. I reached out for her as soon as she was close enough, grabbing her by the waist so that she was crushed up against me, close enough to feel how hard I was for her. I buried my face in the fragrant hallow of her neck, and she giggled again, trying to pull away.
“Stop. That tickles, Sasuke-kun.”
I nipped lightly at the skin of her neck, pulling at it a little with my teeth, and then soothing the little red irritations marks with my tongue. She moaned softly, no longer laughing as her hands weaved through my hair, gripping at it to pull me closer. I smirked against her skin. “Still want me to stop?”
She shook her head and stood up on tiptoes so that she could kiss me, her tongue invading my open mouth. She tasted bitterly of alcohol, and lots of it, but it didn’t bother me. The only thing on my mind was ******** her, forcing her to remember why we were perfect together, meant for each other, good for each other- everything, all of it.
I reached down, and grabbed at her hips, lifting her up, coaxing her to wrap her legs around me- and she did, whimpering as she felt my hardness brush against her at this new, elevated angle. It took all my self-control not to mindlessly thrust into her, clothes on and all.
But I didn’t, focusing instead on kissing her and blindly making my way through the dark apartment. We made it into the hallway, directly outside my bedroom, before Sakura got impatient and her small hands slipped away from my neck and down to my belt, distracting me.
“In a rush?” I whispered hoarsely, turning so that I had her pressed up against the wall. She could only moan, long eyelashes fluttering and drifting closed with pleasure as my fingers slipped under the center of her underwear.
I stopped then, and reached out a hand to switch on the hall lights.
Sakura didn’t approve. “No- leave them turned off.”
“I want to see you.”
Before she could do any more protesting, I had fitted two fingers into her tight sheath, stroking her c**t with my thumb. Sakura arched her back against the wall, mouth falling open in a silent breathy scream. We’d only just started but a little more of this, and I knew she’d orgasm. Yet I couldn’t resist, and began pumping her slowly, finding a pace that would prolong the inevitable arrival of bliss.
Now she was breathing hard, her fingernails digging into the flesh of my shoulders, and I couldn’t help but smirk a little. “S-sasuke. Please.”
I leaned in and licked at the outer shell of her ear, knowing from experience what a sensitive spot it was. My d**k was straining hard against my jeans, but for the moment I ignored my own needs, focused completely on getting her as close as possible to orgasm because once I was inside her, there was no telling how long I’d last.
She was now slowly rotating her hips, ******** my fingers, eyes squeezed shut in concentration. I loved the way she looked, all hot and bothered and desperate for more. A strangled sound escaped her throat as I leaned down and began licking around her breasts, none to gently.
“Ah, Sasuke,” she breathed softly, her arms wrapping around my neck tighter, licking her lips a little. “I’m a-almost there. Just a little m-more.”
This time, finally frustrated with leaving my own needs unattended, I began kissing her harshly as I navigated the darkness and stumbled into my bedroom, onto my bed. Sakura was already slipping out from under me and hurriedly reaching for my belt. It seemed like I was stripped down to my dark blue boxers within a matter of seconds.
Before I could do much or continue where we left off, Sakura had begun kissing down my chest, her hands wandering lower and lower until at last she came to the waistband of my boxers and glanced up, emerald eyes gleaming mischievously in the darkness. “My turn.”
Then like the tease she was, she completely bypassed the place where I needed her most and began kissing down my legs, licking here and then there. Then she crawled right back up, and glanced down at the way I was strained against the material of my boxers. A small hand gently caressed the length of me.
My breath came out in a short shiver. “********.”
I knew she was tormenting me, for tormenting her.
Then she pulled down my boxers, not stopping until they were completely removed. Then at last she returned to softly kiss the head of my c**k. She drew back a little, smiling at the way my breathing patterns had changed. Just when I thought she’d never get around to it, Sakura’s hand reached out her lips wrapping around my d**k, her tongue caressing the head gently, torturously slow.
I leaned up on my elbows, watching as she began a rhythm, never gagging once, as she took in more and more of me. I groaned, like a someone in pain, when she drew back once again only to run her tongue along the very tip, licking away the pre-c**.
And then suddenly it was too much.
I pulled her back up, breathing heavily. “Sakura….t-hat’s enough.”
Just as she opened her mouth to protest, I leaned up and covered her lips with mine in a brutal kiss- teeth against teeth, mouths pressed together, tongues battling for dominance. I could taste myself on her, and yet it didn’t disgust me. Nothing did when it was with her.
She was like fire.
Suddenly all I wanted was to be inside her. There was no time left to continue playing with each other- I didn’t think I could handle any more of her ministrations without coming too fast. I switched positions, so that she was lying on the mattress, legs spread to accommodate me.
As my hard length brushed against her core, Sakura’s body shot up, desperate for contact. It took me a little while to subdue her, and after a few kisses, followed by softly murmured words she calmed down a little, her hands gripping my shoulders as she waited.
I had really meant to be gentle, but I found at the last second that I was incapable of that sort of self-control. Not right now, at least.
I thrust into her, and we both cried out at once, her in shock at the impact, and I in something between agony and pleasure.
She was already so wet- I slipped in easily.
For a moment I held still, enjoying the feel of her around me, the heat, the tightness, the unity. I slid out slowly, until I was almost completely out, and then I slammed right back into her, picking up my pace, finding a hard, fast rhythm.
Sakura was writhing below me, murmuring my name and meeting my hips, thrust for thrust. She felt that amazing, rocking against me, clenching around me, wondrously tight. It took all my control not to vocalize my pleasure the way she was doing.
I was shaking.
It took more effort than I cared to admit, to keep going.
Lifting up her leg, I continued thrusting into her, harder than ever, penetrating her at a new angle.
Sakura gasped, and I knew she was done. I watched as her lashes fluttered shut, and she orgasmed once, twice. I grunted, riding her against the mattress, against the tightness of her body. I could feel small tremors building up within her again, and gritted my teeth, determined to bring her to a third climax.
“Sasuke!”
The word was half gasp, half scream. She arched up off the bed, nearly lifting me with her in her eagerness to get closer.
Suddenly my eyelids fell shut, as everything went blindingly white. My body froze, and then a low grunt escaped me as I emptied my seed into her.
Finally I collapsed.
She was probably crushed, but Sakura never complained, running her hands gently over the many markings she’d left on my back. At last I rolled off her, only to have her roll over me and kiss my lips, softly. Even in the darkness, I could tell she had tears in her eyes.
“Sasuke.” There was a catch in her voice. “I-I love you.”
It was like my heart stopped.
She was sitting now, straddling my waist, and crying like a child.
I pushed her down and kissed her, possessively, wanting everything she had to offer. But even as I instigated round two, I saw her lashes fluttering and the exhaustion on her face.
She was falling asleep on me.
I smirked, and ignored my slowly hardening ‘friend’, pulling her close instead.
In the morning, things would be different, and we’d worry about other things- like the fact that we had, had sex and without protection of any sort.
But right now?
Nothing else mattered.
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I woke up to four very different sensations.
One the incredible soreness between my legs, two the delicious smell of breakfast in the air, three a dull, ache in my head and four, a distant feeling that something wonderful, yet terrible had happened.
Brushing my tangly hair out of my eyes, I sat up and glanced around, ignoring my throbbing head.
The first thing I noticed was that I was completely naked.
The second thing I noticed was that I was not at home.
And the third thing I noticed was that this was Sasuke’s bedroom.
Oh ********]
