*Warning* Lengthy, excessively dirty lemon included below. Please...PLEASE be over 18 to read this.
The Exhibitionist
Karuka strolled around the gallery holding the glass of champagne in her hand but not drinking it. Her friend Ten Ten had invited her to the art gallery she owned for the exhibition of an amazing new artist she had just discovered. Ten Ten encountered these incredible finds on a monthly basis, and they were usually handsome and devoid of any discernible talent as far as artistic abilities were concerned. The real abilities she chose them for Karuka never inquired about because she already knew. She came tonight strictly to support her friend and the art gallery she was struggling so hard to make a success. However, she was impressed with this current artistic treasure because he showed true talent. She stopped in front of a black and white pencil drawing of dragons that appeared as if they were about to leap off the huge canvas to eat her alive. Her eyes scanned the corners of the painting for his signature. There on the tip of the tail of one of the dragons she found three small, barely visible letters. S-A-I; Sai – just one small word for a name. She wondered if he had a last name and didn't use it or if he already thought he was a superstar and worthy of just the single name.
"What do you think?" a man inquired that sidled up next to her as she examined the detail put into each scale on the dragon's body.
Karuka glanced at the man standing beside her who was barely taller than her. He had uncommonly pale skin, even more so than hers. Her freckles gave her an extra splash of color quite literally. He had short black hair that was longer in the front and hung toward his face over eyes so dark the pupil was undistinguishable. He gave her a halting smile as if he were very uncomfortable with her friendly perusal. She must look pretty strange to him with her dark auburn hair and bright green eyes.
"I think all of these artworks are amazing. This artist does absolutely stunning work. I would like to meet him," she said, turning back to the painting to study it some more.
"I can make that happen," he rejoined with a more natural, sincere smile on his face this time.
"Really?" she inquired, skeptical as to if he really knew the artist or if he was using the opportunity to hit on her.
"Hi, I'm Sai. I'm glad you like my work," he said, sticking his hand out to her.
When Karuka picked her jaw up off the floor, she shook his hand with a trembling smile and a bright pink face rife with embarrassment. "Hello, nice to meet you Sai. I'm Karuka," she replied looking him over from head to toe this time. She was not the least bit hesitant to study him with the intense curiosity as she was using on his painting. The man was dressed in black leather from top to bottom including big heavy biker boots. "Do you even own a motorcycle?"
"I like your straightforwardness. I can appreciate that in anyone, especially a woman. And yes, I do own a motorcycle. Would you like to take a ride?" he asked, holding his hand out to her.
"Yeah, but you're the exhibitionist, I mean, artist. You can't leave," she said, feeling downright humiliated from her slip up. His smile had now broadened so much that it nearly split his face in two.
"Come on," he whispered conspiratorially, taking her hand in his. He leaned his head toward hers to whisper, "I won't tell if you won't tell."
Karuka felt goose bumps rise across the bare skin of her shoulder where his warm breath blew across it. She was suddenly aware that she was dressed in a black strapless dress.
Sai noticed her dress too and his eyes were quick to light on the generous amount of cleavage that bubbled over the tight top. He licked his lips and raised his impossibly dark eyes to her bright green ones.
The motorcycle ride would have to wait. Karuka felt terribly disappointed, but she thought it was all for the best to not jump right into temptation especially when it's clad entirely in black leather. He was an artist as well. Bound to be wild, unpredictable, passionate…he was definitely handsome in a not so classic way. Her breasts threatened to spill over her dress as her breath came in long deep heaves of her chest.
"Here." He took off his leather jacket and handed it to her.
Karuka's eyes glued themselves to his incredibly defined abdominal muscles that were visible due to the cut off black shirt he wore. His pants rode so low on his hips she could see his pelvic bones and was surprised she could not see pubic hair. He looked like a stripper not an artist. Her eyes moved up to his face which still held a big grin. She allowed him to lead her outside to the black and chrome motorcycle that he easily threw his leg over and waited for her to mount behind him. Her hands slid around him, flattening against his amazingly defined abdomen to hold on when the machine under them roared to life. Neither one of them was wearing a helmet as they sped off to an unknown destination.
At exactly what time she lost her mind she was not sure, but it had definitely happened. She held on tightly to the small, slim but tightly packed man in front of her. Her heart was beating in her ears she was so frightened and exhilarated at the same time. She did not know where they were going and she did not really care. Her cheek pressed against his warm back and she dared to slide her hands down his taut belly to find the belt loops of his leather pants. After hooking her thumbs into the front two loops she allowed her fingers to lie across the front of the leather where it began to tighten and round out over something rigid. She knew she was uncomfortably close to a certain part of his anatomy but it did not prompt her to move her hands.
Sai slid his leather gloved hand down her arm, covering her hand. The fingers had been cut out of the gloves on his forefinger and thumb and he used those to trace the gold band on her left ring finger. He did not care that she was married and neither did she apparently. It was not his concern why she was willing to cheat on her husband, and he had no intention of asking. It did not matter anyway. He planned to fuck this gorgeous, willing woman silly and what happened the day after that was up to her. They could continue the affair as long as he was in town or she could go home to her husband deal with the guilt over her one night stand. He would leave that decision up to her. All he wanted to do was get to the beach house that horny little gallery owner had put him up in all expenses paid. So far he had been able to escape screwing her. She was cute and all, but she did not interest him. At least not like this woman.
Sai slid his fingers over hers, pressing them against his bulging crotch to see how she would react. She actually curled her fingers into him and shifted against his back slightly, clamping her thighs harder to his. That was the kind of reaction he was hoping for. It was going to be a great night.
Karuka could feel a sudden gush of wetness between her legs when he pressed her fingers over his erection. She liked the fact that he was not shy or coy about this. They were both adults and knew what they were getting into here. Her wedding ring had not put him off in the least which kind of excited her. Besides, her husband didn't care. He was probably working late at the office tonight anyway. He would be working his secretary over on his desk she was quite sure. Sasuke Uchiha. What a bastard! If she had only known. He seemed so exotic and enticing when he came to see her father about the private security contract with her father's company. Meh. The strong silent type is highly overrated. The mysterious quiet demeanor hid a sadistic abusive monster. She should have known by his soulless, emotionless black eyes what he was hiding deep inside. His one redeeming quality was that he was filthy freaking rich and gave her anything and everything she wanted. She was his queen and treated her as such but she paid for everything she got with black eyes and broken bones administered by his hands. He had convinced their private physician that she was the clumsiest damn woman on earth. The doctor did not believe it, but there was nothing he could do to help.
Karuka pressed herself against the lithe man in front of her. He felt powerful despite his smallish size which she hoped only extended to his physique and not certain parts of his anatomy. She did not care who he really is or the fact he was temporary. She did not want to know anything about him except how good he was in bed. This was about pleasure and having a nice distraction for a while. Relationships did not interest her; she already had one and it sucked. Love and romance was good; it was great as a matter of fact. The reality is that all of that romance junk is just bullshit. It's like make-up on women. It's pretty until it's washed off and the harsh, often ugly, truth beneath is all that is left behind. It's not real - just smoke and mirrors that convinces people they love someone and they do something stupid like get married. Falling in love was lust dressed up with roses and wine. Love had nothing to do with it. After making the epic mistake of marrying Sasuke Uchiha, who she had been totally passionately in love with, she had no idea what love was at all anymore.
Ten Ten's beach house. Of course. Where else would her pet artist be staying? Karuka has stayed here many times after some of her more unpleasant encounters with her husband. She dismounted the motorcycle going straight to the decorative plaster ladybug in the lovely flower bed riddled with an array of wildflowers that were all colors of the rainbow. The key slid out into her hand after she picked it up and she unlocked the door. The house was a plain, straightforward five room structure: two bedrooms, one bathroom, kitchen, and living room. It was meant to be a weekend getaway home, and it had been her safe haven too many times.
"Been here before I see," he stated with amusement, slamming the door behind them.
"Yeah, I have," she answered bluntly, offering no further explanation. She threw her purse and the key onto the glass end table by the hideous seashell print couch. She hated the way people always decorated beach homes in seashells, light houses, or some other oceanic theme. It was so pathetically redundant. A little creativity would be nice. She was staring out of the glass sliding door that leads to the back deck that was bigger than the whole house. It was built out over the cliff and offered a breath taking view of the ocean below. She loved this place. The soothing ocean had helped her recover mentally during her times of physical rehabilitation. Her eyes rose to meet Sai's in the reflection on the glass door as he stood behind her with his body pressed into the full length of hers. His chin rested on her bare shoulder as his hands slid around her waist. She sighed and leaned her head back against him when he started pressing kisses to her neck.
"What do you want me to do first?" he asked, sliding his hands up the fuzzy velvety fabric of her dress to her breasts. He moaned as she rubbed her behind against his aching erection while he massaged her big breasts through the dress. She was so ready and there was no reason to make her wait. Pure sex was all she wanted; to hell with all the fluff. That was fine by him.
"I don't care. Just screw my brains out," she ordered, leaning forward and pulling up her long hair so he could reach her zipper. In a flash her dress was gone and she was totally naked except for her high heeled shoes. She had not bothered with a bra or underwear.
"Damn!" he yelled, grabbing her huge globes and squeezing the pink nipples. He pulled her against him sliding his hand down her body and pushing it between her thighs that were already wet and slick.
Karuka cried out and writhed against him when he slid his fingers against her waiting womanhood. She pressed her hand over his, pushing his finger between the saturated lips to stroke her swollen and highly aroused pleasure button.
"Karuka," he moaned in her ear as she used his finger to rub herself while her naked ass stroked his rigid member through his tight leather pants. He pushed her forward so he could unleash his pulsating member that was being constricted painfully by the unyielding leather.
"Sai, I want you inside of me," she begged when she felt his manhood slide between her thighs. He wasn't huge but he wasn't small either, just somewhere comfortably in between. She hoped he could keep it up because he was the perfect size for screwing all night long without becoming sore or not feeling anything at all.
Sai was more than willing to give her what she wanted so while he continued to stroke her with one hand he pushed her forward to bend her over and open her up to him. He slowly slid in, watching her face in the mirrored finish of the glass door caused by the complete blackness outside. There was no light outside: no streetlights, no security lights, and not even any moon light since it was a new moon night. The house was located at the very end of the island and perched precariously on a cliff. It was a good thing he was only horny and not murderous because he could kill her and no one would hear her scream. He still intended to make her scream. He pulled her back to a standing position so he could get his hand back on her luscious breasts. He was practically drooling to taste those perky pink nipples. All in good time. She belonged to him for the night and maybe the next day. He had all the time in the world to taste, touch, and screw her as much as he wanted. Right now that was his greatest ambition and purpose in life. His hips thrust harder and faster with the thoughts of what he wanted to do to her. She was so hot and wet he wanted to unleash with a furious orgasm already but he wanted her to have one first. Please her and leave her begging for more then give it to her, over and over…oh god. He felt her tight walls clench around him and she called his name as she bucked against his hand. This was it already. Her face was absolutely gorgeous in the throes of passion as she whimpered and sighed loudly. He had work to do to get her to scream. He saw the bed through the open door to his left.
Karuka was almost confused as he swung her around and ducked down to throw her naked body over his shoulder. She giggled when he unceremoniously dumped her on the bed in the darkened room. She could not see him but she could feel him standing between her legs. By the way he shifted and moved she assumed he was undressing. Her hands reached out blindly in the dark, contacting his smooth silky skin. It was so soft; it was like touching a baby. Obviously he barely got in the sun so he did not have any issue with any kind of sun damage. Although she could tell her was highly experienced sexually, in some ways he still remained unblemished and untarnished.
"What are you doing?" he asked, when her fingertips continued to glide over his body with the lightest pressure possible to still feel his skin underneath.
"Your skin is incredible. It's so soft," she remarked, smiling as her fingertips grazed his inner thighs and made him gasp.
"I've got something hard you need to feel," he said, seizing her wrist and pushing her fingers around his throbbing member. He needed to ejaculate and very soon because his balls were starting to ache. "Suck it." He wondered if she really would because it was still covered with her juices. "Oh, my god! You're amazing!" he yelled when he felt her soft lips cover the head and suck gently before her tongue ran around it.
"Mmmmm, interesting taste," she commented, smacking her lips before pressing a kiss to smooth head of his twitching member and licking around it again.
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed as she slowly lowered her head all the way down his shaft until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. His hands went to her head and his fingers twisted into her hair as she cautiously moved up and down, sucking and stroking him with her hand. He liked the way she was careful with her teeth only using them to slightly graze him occasionally to heighten his pleasure. "Will you swallow?" he asked, panting as he moved closer to an orgasm.
Karuka's answer came in the form of cupping his balls and massaging them gently as if she wanted squeeze it out of him. She was looking forward to this; she wanted to taste him. In her anticipation she sucked harder and tightened her grip on his member as she stroked him. She wanted it.
"Get ready," he warned her, shoving her head all the way down on him. He humped her skull as he pumped his semen down her throat, yelling her name when he felt her throat constrict around the head again and again as she swallowed the load he shot into her mouth.
Karuka continued to suck and swallow until he started growing limp in her mouth and shoved her away because it was too sensitive for her touch it anymore. She lay back on the bed, gasping for air and licking her lips to catch every drop of him. Her body rolled into his when he lay down next to her.
"Oh, dear god that fabulous mouth of yours," Sai whispered, kissing her mouth. He licked away the salty taste of himself that still on her lips. For some strange reason it excited him. He pressed his lips to hers again thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Karuka sighed as his tongue stroked hers, gently coaxing her to push her tongue into his mouth. She moaned and moved against him when he sucked her tongue to draw in more of his taste. Well, well, what a sexy little freak. She allowed him to push her over on her back as he kissed her chin and began kissing down her neck. For once she was going to lay back and let the man do all the work. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips when she felt his tongue circle her hard nipple before nipping it and taking it into his mouth. Her fingers buried themselves into his silky hair as he sucked the stiff little object that excited him as much as it did her.
Sai planned to explore her body until he was fully erect and ready to go again. He moved to her other breast to tease the nipple. They were wonderfully tender little projections that felt good underneath his tongue. He rubbed his hand between her legs and her other set of lips, feeling another small rigid protuberance he could not wait to get his lips and tongue on.
Karuka almost cried out with sheer joy as his trail of kiss began leading further south on her body. Oh, yes, she wanted his mouth on her. Her fingers were still twisted into his hair as she gently started pushing him down. She wanted, no needed, his mouth on her throbbing, hungry womanhood. She could not get enough of him.
"Oh, Sai," she howled with pleasure, her body shuddering when his tongue slid between her lips and touched the pulsating little thing buried within. She opened her legs wide to spread herself open for him like a flower loosening its petals for the bee to insert himself to probe inside. Her fingers gathered handfuls of his hair, pulling gently when his lips enclosed her and sucked. Her sighs turned to moans as her pleasure grew and continued to climb in intensity. Before long she was calling his name repetitively and pulling his face against her drenched, shuddering body while she unwound from a mind blowing orgasm.
Sai was ready. He was rock hard and horny as hell. He shoved himself into her willing body hearing her gasp loudly in the dark. The sex was forceful and almost violent in intensity. He took her hard and fast with no apologies. His arousal was so out of bounds he did not care if she climaxed or not because he was only thinking of his pleasure, his wants, and his desires.
Karuka was doing the same thing as she thrust her hips back at him, sometimes so hard she almost threw him off of her. She grunted and yowled, clawed his back, and pulled his hair. She was willing to tear him apart to get what she wanted. Her body was covered with sweat, and it trickled down to the bed. Sweat dripped from him and mixed with hers making the bed beneath her damp. She pulled him down on top of her, pressing her mouth to his for a kiss that became a tumultuous tongue fight as they neared the end. She bit his tongue, tasting blood while his teeth nipped her lower lip drawing her blood. Their blood and tongues swirled together as they pushed each other while reaching for their own explosive orgasm.
"Oh, Sai!" she screamed and that started the beginning of the end. She thrust up at him pushing them both up off the bed.
"Karuka, dammit, lay down!" he yelled, pushing her hips back down on the bed as he spastically shoved into her spurting deep inside of her. His hip bones rubbed against hers until they were both sore. Afterwards, he collapsed on the bed beside her.
Both of them were shivering and struggling for air. She believed she was crying but could not tell because so much sweat covered her face. They lay trembling together, side by side without saying anything. Within minutes, both of them fell asleep because they were completely exhausted.