Pink with Envy Ch. 4
A/N: I do not claim ownership of or infringe upon the copyrights of the Naruto series. I merely use popular characters for recreational, non-profit fan-fiction.
WARNING! Provocative Rated M content mid-chapter. Warning provided at the beginning of the POV.
Sasuke's POV
"What the Hell, Sasuke? What's going on here?" Itachi appeared in the doorway only a few seconds later. He looked confused and worried. But I held the same expression. Wait - did he think I. . .
"Was that completely necessary, little brother? Did you hit her?"
"What? No! She was behind the door."
"Hiding? Why would she be hiding behi-"
"She was trying to open it at the same time. I just wasn't careful." Aggravated and worried, I once more picked a hung over Sakura from the floor and placed her onto my bed. That welt wasn't going to be pretty at all.
"Well, this is rather awkward, regardless."
"Hn."
"Who is she?" Itachi stood net to me now. He did not turn to make eye contact with me, but the serious tone in his voice commanded me to stop whatever charade I was performing. How does he see through my lies so easily? Am I that transparent? I'm a fucking Uchiha! No, I'm not transparent!
"Sakura. Sakura Haruno."
"Haruno, you say? Is she related to the Harunos of HarunoCorp?"
"Huh? Oh, I don't think so. She's a girl in my math class."
"Hn. It does not sound like you know too much about this girl. Peculiar."
"Itachi, she's my girlf-"
"It is most interesting that your date to last night's dance was actually Karin. Where is that girl now?"
"Like Hell if I care. She's a fucking whore," I spat, not wanting to hear her name.
"Hn. I could have told you that. Only a few weeks ago, Karin was. . .involved, shall we say, with my friend Kisame. In his backseat. In a fast food parking lot."
I snorted. "Well, don't you have morally upright friends."
"And your friend Karin is rarely ever upright."
I choked. Oh God, did Itachi just make a joke? A sexual joke? What the fuck?
"Uh. . .um. . .well, no, I guess she isn't." That response was muttered under my breath.
"And where did this beautiful cherry blossom come from? You left for the dance with Karin."
I sighed, deciding to spill the beans. "She isn't my girlfriend - not officially, anyway. We. . .already met. But Karin and I," I shivered at her name, "after arriving at the dance, somehow became separated. I was no longer interested in her. Sakura happened to be someone else's date, but I wanted her to be mine. So I took her."
"Hn. Just like an Uchiha." Itachi looked a little disappointed, for some reason.
"I am. And so are you." I eyed Itachi warily.
"I realize that, little brother."
"Well, I didn't just take her. Not until the after-party at Kiba's, anyway. Her date decided to get her drunk and try to pull her up the stairs. I stopped him and told him to hit the road. Then I took Sakura upstairs myself. But what happened after was completely consensual."
"Is that right? Then why did she panic when she awoke in your bedroom?"
"Because she remembers going to sleep at Kiba's house, and now she has no idea where she is."
"She didn't seem to recognize you."
"She didn't see me. I hit her with the door before I came in."
"Hn." Itachi eyed me, now, looking for any signs of lying. He must not have found anything in his search, because he stepped out of my room. But before he descended the stairs, he turned back towards my room to ask one more question.
"If she isn't your girlfriend, why is she in your bed instead of one of the guest rooms?"
Fuck! I don't know! I tried to shrug the thought out of my head, but it wasn't working. I looked back down at Sakura's peaceful face. I couldn't help myself when I brought a hand up to her cheek and stroked her face from her eye to her chin. I was certain she didn't get quite enough sleep last night, anyway, so a little extra nap wouldn't hurt. The door did, but we have pills for that. In fact, I felt like I could use another nap. But I didn't want to go to sleep with Itachi still roaming the hallways. I shuffled over into my bathroom and shrugged off my shirt and pants, noticing I probably needed a shower. It could wait, though. I fumbled through my linen closet for something and found slightly worn sweatpants. Slipping off my underwear, I simply donned the sweatpants, knowing I would be showering later, anyway. I left the bathroom and fumbled around for a t-shirt.
I heard the front door open and close. I turned back to Sakura, then closed the door behind me as I crept downstairs to see who came over to our house at this early hour.
"Itachi?" No answer. I looked at the table in the foyer and saw my phone. The screen was illuminated, telling me I had a missed call or message. Walking over and picking up the phone, I learned I had three text messages and one voicemail. One was from Naruto, and another from Kiba. The third was from Itachi. Choosing Itachi's recent message, I clicked and read:
I will be attending classes today. I am busy until late tonight. I have a date, so please do not wait up. You can order dinner for yourself and your 'girlfriend.'
Ew. Itachi's getting lucky tonight. I could've done without knowing that. But that's a relief to know I can possibly get in another nap. . .
What was that? Oh, shit! Not again!
I sprinted up the stairs, yet again, but this time stopped outside my bedroom door to listen and see what Sakura was doing.
"Mmh. . ."
Oh, my God, her moans can drive any man insane. But that meant she was still in bed. Good. I slowly creaked the door open just a crack and peered in. I was greeted with quite a sight.
Sakura was evidently too hot under the covers. She attempted to wiggle out from under them partially, but ended up tangled. She didn't seem to enjoy the slightly baggy shorts as much as I did, so she somehow discarded them during her struggle with the blanket. There's no telling where they were now. My old blue shirt had crumpled up to her upper abdomen, giving me a great view of her stomach. But it still denied me a view of her chest. I had to admit that I was a little upset at that. I didn't think I was going to get much sleep this morning. . .or afternoon. . .
I opened the door just enough for my body to slip through, but I could already tell she was stirring. She'd figure out I was there in a minute, anyway. I closed the door gently though, not wanting to startle her. She heard it, anyway.
Sakura's POV
I was having a dream. No, it was more like a horrible nightmare. Definitely a nightmare. I had been punched and kicked, then dragged back to some sort of a prison cell. It was extremely hot, and I was burning up. The humidity was suffocating. I was thrashing wildly, trying to escape these imaginary binds. But my senses started flooding back in, slowly dragging me back to reality and consciousness.
I heard a 'click.' My extremely heavy eyelids lifted just enough to see a tall, muscular form with jet black hair move over towards me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hyperventilating. My head was throbbing, my back felt as twisted as a corkscrew, and now I was going to be hacked into tiny little pieces by a very handsome. . .Sasuke Uchiha?
"Who. . .wha-" My mouth was painfully rough and dry.
"Shh." He quietly shushed me and petted my head in comfort, like I was a baby. "You're safe." Sweet, I guess. But definitely awkward. Especially after last night and all. . .what happened? My mind was still a bit fuzzy. Well, it was more like loud, annoying static that's inhibiting any and all meaningful thought processes.
"Where am I?" The voice that escaped my throat didn't even sound like my own. It sounded like it was next to me instead of from my own mouth. It sounded like. . .someone who had a late party night last night. Oh, God! What happened?
"You're at my house. In my room. Don't worry. My parents aren't home. You really are safe."
My vision was becoming a bit clearer, and my mind was clearing enough to become panicked at my predicament. I didn't really know him! How did I end up at his house? And where the Hell are my clothes? Sasuke quickly noticed my freak-out moment and my panicked movements. He swiftly seized my shoulders and held a firm grip. His grip was firm but gentle, to control me and comfort me at the same time.
"Sakura, calm down." I could hear sincere panic in his own voice, which actually made me relax. If he were angry or something, then I'd be worried. So I leaned back. But his hands didn't retract. He was staring at me, like he was searching for something. As confused and frightened as I was, it took me a minute to realize he was so close I could feel his breath on my chin.
"I'm calm." I looked back after trying to convince him to get off me. Unfortunately, he did retract and sit back. Why did I have to open my mouth? I didn't really mind his close proximity too much.
"Good." Sasuke sat back on his heels, to the right of my legs. He still hovered over me a little. "Do. . .you remember anything from last night? The dance? The party?"
I nodded my head. It would probably be a little fuzzy for a while, but I remember quickly recognizing I was sleeping with Sasuke, not with Shino. I don't even remember how I was separated from Shino.
I tried to sit up a little, but groaned when my back protested. I felt sick to my stomach, too, and didn't want to upchuck all over Sasuke Uchiha. So I opted to slightly recline on the fluffy pillows.
"Where's Shino?"
Sasuke's POV (WARNING! Rated M graphic content below)
My heart sank when I heard Sakura ask for Shino. It was a slap in the face. Did she not see that Shino was a bit of a jerk and just as much a womanizer as Kiba?
"I don't know." I opted to leave out the few details about how I sent him on his way.
"Oh." She looked disappointed. Dammit.
"Are you and Shino. . ."
"Huh?. . .Oh! Dating?"
"Hn."
"No. He was just my date for the dance. I hadn't spoken with him in a while, so it was a surprise."
"Oh." She already knew Shino? Considering her low status in our shallow high school society, I was surprised, to say the least. But judging by how fabulous she looked last night (and right now, barely dressed in my old t-shirt and hidden under my sheets), I could see why Shino jumped at the chance to have the beautiful rosette at his side. She never looked like that at school, so why now? Is she turning over a new leaf? Damn, I really want to be on the new side.
"What about your date?" She sounded like she was merely as eager to say Karin's name as I was.
"She didn't work out."
Sakura looked like she was contemplating my response for a minute. "Did you kick her to the curb, or did she wander off like a stray dog to hump someone else's leg?"
I chuckled. This was the most I've ever heard her talk, and man, was she amusing! She certainly has a mouth on her. And a sharp tongue. I might like that.
"I think the latter is more fitting."
"Oh. She's just a whore." After she let out the last word, Sakura bit her tongue and looked lost in her thoughts. She brought her hand up to cover her mouth, like she was shocked about something.
"What is it?"
She shook her head, not wanting to answer me.
"Tell me. It's okay." I was frightening myself with all the care that was gushing out like a gaping flesh wound. But I knew that I didn't want Sakura frightened at all, so I was willing to go through extreme measures to make sure she was comfortable.
Sakura uncovered her mouth and stared at me with glassy eyes.
"What we did last night. . .people are going to think I'm a whore."
Oh, man. How do I talk a girl through this? I was used to causing the trouble, not solving it. But the real kicker was that I was the trouble in this instance, too.
"Sakura, no one will think that. You weren't in any kind of mindset that 'she-who-shall-remain-nameless' finds herself in. She seeks out any willing male - and sometimes even female - mate just to have a good time. You and I both were drunk, but attracted to each other. It's perfectly natural."
Sakura looked a little bit relieved that I didn't call her a whore and told her the complete opposite, but then she looked shocked again. What now?
"D-did you s-say. . .you were. . ."
"Huh? What?"
". . .a-at-ttracted t-to. . ." She was giving me a confused, incredulous look. Ah, and there is that shy and quiet geek from my math class. I had to admit that I found that kind of cute. So innocent.
"Yes." There was no point in lying to her. She had such low self-esteem, from what I could tell, that it made my words a little bolder. It was the truth, anyway. She wasn't seeing anyone, and I wasn't seeing anyone. . .why not? I'd certainly have to thank Ayame for giving her a little - major - makeover, though. She looks a little more age-appropriate, and less like a tomboy. But she isn't ultra-feminine, which is new. The cheerleaders are disinterested in the game and more focused on their new manicures than scrimmage. I could see Sakura cheering alongside the other fans. I could see Sakura cheering for me. I really wanted her to cheer for me.
Sakura's phone buzzed. She looked over to where I laid her belongings. I assisted her by digging it out and handing it to her. She read her text message.
"Oh! It's from my brother. He's just worried. I'll just tell him I'm at Hinata's." She texted away, typing at an unbelievable pace. Wow, I couldn't wait to see what else those fingers could do. . .
She sent the message and laid her phone next to mine, on my nightstand.
"So, now what? Do. . .do I need to go now?"
"No!" Oops. Calm down, Sasuke. "I mean. . .I'd be happy to spend the day with you, if you'd let me."
"Huh?"
I chuckled. Jesus, this girl really must be naive. "Yeah. My parents are out of town. My brother lives here, but he's gone for the day. . .and night. It's just us."
"Oh." Sakura turned red. Very cute. "What. . .am I wearing?"
"Heh. Oh, I figured you wouldn't want to wear that costume all day. But my cousin Fumiko left some things here while she was in town. She's a little taller than you, but not much bigger. I think-"
"This is fine, thank you. I just hoped. . .oh." Sakura lifted the blanket to find the shorts she somehow squirmed out of during her nap. "Well, let's see what your cousin's got. But I could really use a shower. Maybe I should go home."
"I have a shower. I have several. My house is pretty big. I have. . .I have towels, washcloths, soap, shampoo. I have everything." I stood up to retrieve that bag of clothes Fumiko left behind. I ventured out into the hallway to rustle through the linen closet. I found the blue flower-print duffel bag out from behind a stack of extra blankets. I opened it up, and sure enough, there were girly clothes. I couldn't believe Itachi neglected to see the bag this morning. I just remembered it, though, and I doubted Itachi even knew it was there.
I popped back into my room to get a great glimpse of Sakura stretching, her arms raised over her head and her fingers pulling on each other. When she heard me enter, she quickly pulled her arms back to her sides.
She pointed to my closed bathroom door. "Bathroom?"
I nodded my head. "Hn."
"Towels?"
"In the closet, to the right when you enter."
"Oh. Thanks."
I walked over to meet her in front of the door, before she entered. I handed her the bag. "Here. These should fit. There's several items to choose from." I leaned in, close to her ear. "But I wouldn't mind if you wore my old t-shirt."
She turned beet red again. "I-I'm sure these will fit just fine."
I couldn't help myself. She looked so cute. My hand trailed up her arm, from her wrist to her shoulder. I felt her shudder, and I smirked. I leaned in to gather the scent of her neck, and buried my nose in the crook. At the same time, my other arm wrapped around her waist. I heard her gasp.
"Stay with me today."
Sakura didn't touch me, but I noticed her cheeks were even redder now. I could feel the heat coming off her skin. I felt the goosebumps.
"O-okay. But I still need a shower."
Sakura moved to pull away from me, but that wasn't going to happen.
I only pulled my head away long enough to capture her soft lips in mine, It was gentle, so she wasn't too shocked. It only took her a few seconds to respond to me. Her left hand rose up to grip my shoulder. When I noted that she was playing along and happily slipped out of those shorts, I took it a little faster. I reached down to her right hand and removed the bag, letting it drop to the tile under our feet. Sakura's feet soon left that tile as I lifted her up onto my hips by grabbing her inner thighs and easily hoisting her up, her back hitting the wall with a gentle thud. All I heard was Sakura's raspy breaths. It was easy to tell she was already excited. I was hoping for a bit more noise, and I couldn't hold back from running one of my hands underneath her shirt. My hands glided up her smooth expanse of flesh to gently cup one of her breasts. A muffled moan slipped out of her mouth, and I got greedy. As we kissed, gradually increasing roughness, my hands increased in roughness to match. Sakura's moans became more frequent, and a muffled every single one with my lips.
Our lips didn't part until my hands raked up her sides, then came back down to the bottom of my old t-shirt. I took my time lifting it up, letting my thumbs graze her newly revealed sides. We parted just long enough so I could pull the shirt over her head.
Unfortunately for Sakura, her hair came out a mess. I looked at the silky pink locks and couldn't help but laugh. Sakura quickly realized what I was laughing about and combed her hair back with her fingers. She then lightly slapped my shoulders to tell me to be quiet. I was still chuckling under my breath, so she decided to take the time to move to my neck. I was shocked that she would be so bold, but I wasn't about to complain. I felt both of her hands on my back, just around my shoulder blades. Sakura followed my pulse to my jugular, then lightly sucked. I could hear a slight suction noise. My mind went crazy. I couldn't believe she made me moan so easily. I definitely had another use for that incredible mouth of hers. I settled on the idea when I felt her tongue come out to play on my skin.
I pulled away. She looked heartbroken, like she had done something wrong.
"Did I do something you didn't like?" Such sad eyes. They were killing me! Those bright green eyes. . .
"Not at all. But I have another idea." I ground my hips into hers, and knew she could feel me through my sweatpants. I was only wearing the well-worn sweatpants, barely clad to my hips. She was only in her panties. Sakura let out the moan I was waiting to hear, and I wanted a lot more from her. I felt her hands roaming again, this time on my chest and stomach. I let her feel around as she pleased, making sure she liked what she saw. She must have liked my abs, because she mostly concentrated on raking her fingers over them.
"You know, I wouldn't mind if you went a little lower."
She froze for a second, shocked at the idea. "What?"
I smirked again. She was so naive. But I knew she was willing, so I'd go as slow as she wanted. We had all day, anyway. And all night.
"I can guide you, if you'd like."
"Y-you want me to. . ." she trailed off, casting her eyes down towards my crotch. She looked a bit intimidated by my size, even though she had seen it already. . .but she probably didn't remember. But I can make sure she doesn't forget it this time, and can have her begging for more.
I took her now unsteady hands into mine. "You can do whatever you want. I'll help. Do you want to?"
She hesitated, taking time to contemplate her answer. She shook her head, convinced that she wanted to continue. But she still held a bit of fear.
"I-I've never done this before."
I kept my smirk in place. "That doesn't matter. It's easy. I'll like whatever you do. We're just fooling around, so it doesn't have to be anything serious. Just whatever you feel comfortable with." I leaned in and gave her a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead for added reassurance.
Sakura eased herself down onto the floor to stand in front of me, now much less confident than she was a minute ago. I still held her hands in mine. When she made eye contact with me, I guided her hands back to my lower abdomen.
"What do you want to do?"
She still held a bit of doubt on her face, but the fear dissipated. I knew she just needed a confidence boost. She started moving her hands again, feeling my muscles tighten under her touch. But she was still holding back a bit. So I again took possession of one of her hands and easily slid it underneath the waistband of my pants. Both Sakura and I gasped when she touched my erection, though hers was out of surprise. I, on the other hand, was already about to come undone.
"Sakura's grip it." My other hand reached out to balance the rest of my body. Now I was leaning over Sakura, sweat collecting at my brow. I moaned when I felt her small fingers wrap around my cock. I didn't hide the smirk, though.
"Slide it up and down, like this." My hand, still wrapped around hers, guided her up and down my length, reveling in the feel. "Keep the grip. Base to tip. Do whatever you want to the tip; it's sensitive."
Sakura gulped, then started to move on her own after my own hand stilled. I still followed her movements, happy to guide her. She did keep the grip, just how I wanted. Sakura moved down to the base, then made her way slowly back up. She used her thumb to explore the tip, nervous but curious. She built up a little more confidence under my convincing noises and mutterings through gritted teeth. I removed my hand and pulled down the waistband of my pants, freeing all the action. Surprised at my movements, Sakura stopped.
"Oh, God. Don't stop! You feel so good, Sakura." Then my earlier idea was rekindled, along with the sensations from her licking and sucking on my neck. "Wait a minute." I pulled my hand away from the wall and stood up straight, pulling Sakura close to me. She didn't remove her hand from my crotch, though she did let up on her grip a little.
"What's wrong?"
I chuckled. "Nothing at all. That was awesome. But I wouldn't mind a little more. There's something else we-"
"A blow job?" She had pink-tinged cheeks, though I wasn't sure if it was because of shyness or because of the heat we were creating. But she said it, loud and clear, and without stuttering. I doubted she'd ever partaken in the act, but I was sure all teenage girls talked about it or have heard it from other sources. If she's willing, she can get a front row seat to a demonstration.
"Remember: you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I don't want to pressure you if you aren't-"
"I'll do it. I want to." Her blush remained, but she was serious. I was floored. I was certain my idea was a long shot, but Sakura once again doesn't fail to impress me.
"Alright. Do you want to-"
"Can we start in the shower?" Sakura shocked the Hell out of me, yet again.
"S-sure, if that's what you want." I chuckled to ease my shock. "I needed a shower, anyway." Boy, was I eager! Sakura was a little temptress without even knowing it. Wow.
I walked over to the roomy shower stall, slowly leading Sakura with me. I slid the glass door open, revealing glass tile walls and a rather large shower head. I've always enjoyed using the large shower head attachments so my entire body is immersed in water when I stand under the stream. Now I'll figure out if it's big enough for two. And I was way too eager to see water trickling down and splashing all over Sakura's supple ivory skin. I turned the water on and set the water to my favorite slightly steamy setting. Now it was time to hop in and get the show on the road.
My sweatpants had found their way back up to my hips only because I didn't want to trip over them if they were gathered at my ankles. I pulled them down and stepped out of them outside the shower door. I kicked them out of the way. Sakura was slightly hesitant to remove her panties.
"Is it okay if I take them off?"
"I-I guess." Sakura's blush appeared to be permanent, because I was still looking at flushed cheeks.
'Oh, it will be permanent in just a minute or two.' I sensually rubbed circles on her hips to help calm her down and maybe add a little excitement along the way, then looped my fingers on the sides of her underwear. I slid them down swiftly but gently until I could no longer reach them, but Sakura acted by wiggling out of them the rest of the way. She kicked them over towards my sweatpants. I couldn't help but smirk again, feeling so lucky that I was able to spend more intimate time with Sakura. I was worried she would have a meltdown, scream rape and run out of my house. But she stayed with me, and I was happy. I hadn't felt so happy in such a long time. Not that I was thinking about her in that moment, but Karin or any other high school skank could never make me feel like I do while I'm touching Sakura.
My hands, still concentrated on Sakura's hips, led her into the shower stall. She didn't complain about the water temperature. She was looking right at me.
"What now?" She was looking at me very curiously.
"Whatever you want. We could continue. . ."
"Oh, yeah. I've never done this before, so just tell me what to do." Sakura nervously crouched to situate herself on her knees, directly in front of me. She lined up her face with my crotch, looking up at me with curious eyes. She didn't seem to be too nervous; she must've been getting used to the extremely intimate situation and wanted to get things moving along. I hoped my caring and helpful words were helping her confidence and comfort in this situation. I didn't want to pressure her, but I wanted to give her a good full experience. No, a great one. One she will never forget.
Sakura picked back up with her hand, closing her fingers around me and giving a tug or two. I closed my eyes and let myself be vocal to help encourage her. One of my hands held me up straight while relaxing on the glass shower door, while the other hand gently raked through her strawberry tresses and massaged her scalp.
"Go ahead, Sakura. You can use your hand or your mouth. There isn't much that I-"
"Yoo phalk phoo muth." Before I could finish my encouraging sentence, Sakura had enveloped my cock in her mouth. She didn't do much of anything, but she was driving me crazy! You can't just put your mouth around someone's dick and just hold it there! But I couldn't scare her or pressure her, so I tried to muster as much composure as humanly possible. I really should have won an award for that.
About thirty seconds later, Sakura hadn't really moved, and I did not have much patience left. I just had to keep reminding myself she was a beginner and was still learning.
"Sakura, you can move your head, just like moving your hand. You can either lick like a lollipop, or you can suck. . .like a lollipop, I guess." I was trying to sound calm and encouraging, but it was hard to convey through gritted teeth and limited breath.
Sakura took the hint and moved her head back and forth. Her head movements were sloppy, but she still felt amazing. Only about five minutes into it, I could tell she wasn't too comfortable with the back and forth movements. Sakura probably had sore neck muscles and couldn't continue without straining herself, so she popped my cock out of her mouth and began licking it to try that approach. I missed the wet heat inside her mouth, but her tongue was just so incredible. Man, I am really enjoying being a practice dummy. I get to tell her exactly what I like and how to do it without anything getting too awkward. This was just kind of like a tutoring session.
"Remember the movements I showed you with your hand."
Sakura racked her brain for techniques to try, and I could tell. She tried everything on me. I had never had to hold back like that, but I didn't want her experiencing swallowing anything yet. I didn't want to frighten her on her first try.
"Sakura, that's good. Really, really good." I took my hand that worked its way into her hair and gently urged her to pull back. She leaned back and looked up at me. "You can stop now. I. . .can't hold back anymore." I shook the last part out in shaky breaths. With all my noisy compliments, I knew Sakura was more than ready to heat this shower up a few degrees.
I wasted no time in pulling Sakura to her feet and gathering her up in my arms, kissing her crazily. My adrenaline was pumping madly, and I was hoping this would set aside some of that energy. Nope. All I wanted to do now was slam her up against the tile. So that's what we did.
Though I didn't slam her, exactly, Sakura's smooth backside hit with a delicious smack on the tile as my hands once again hoisted her up by her upper thighs. Sakura instinctively wrapped her legs around my hips. Yes, she was definitely ready. I still held back a bit, though, to make sure her body was as ready as her mind was. I slid one of my hands into her center and inserted a finger inside her. She let a heart-stopping moan fall from her lips. I looked at her face in front of me as I slowly pushed another finger into her. Her eyes were closed shut, her lips were parted with her pants and moans, and her hair was stuck to her neck, shoulders and sides of her face. I couldn't help but swell with a great deal of male pride. I just couldn't help myself. This girl was mine, and she should very well know it by now.
I removed my fingers after just a few minutes of pumping into her. She squirmed until she felt my length on her inner thigh. She let a gasp escape, her heart pounding at the anticipation. I thought I had waited long enough, so I lined myself up and almost immediately started easing inside. Within seconds, Sakura began squirming again.
"Impatient, are we?" I breathed a light chuckle into Sakura's ear. She shuddered, unintentionally squeezing me with her inner walls. I groaned, loving the feeling. I eased in a bit more with a slim amount of resistance, aiming to fill her up before beginning the thrusting motion. Once I thought I was inside well enough, I pulled out more than halfway, then forced my way back in still gently, but swiftly.
"Oh, Sasuke! More!" Sakura's moans became as frequent as my thrusts. I picked up the pace a few minutes into it, reveling in the feeling. I waited until I heard her frustrated grunts, because Sakura's impatience led to her hips jolting a little to find purchase slightly upwards. After about fifteen minutes into it, Sakura became frustrated with my speed again and bucked slightly upwards into me. I timed it perfectly. The second her hips raised into mine, I slammed back into her. Sakura moaned with surprise and pleasure, and her head hit the back of the tile.
"Be careful." I stated a warning in between pants. "You don't want. . .another. . .bump. . .on your. . .head."
Sakura chuckled just a little, her breathing growing more rapid. Since I now knew she could handle a bit more motion, my thrusts became deeper, harder and more frequent in pace. Sakura's hips bucked upwards towards mine as my hips rocked into hers. I felt her feet against my back and knew she had just locked her ankles together around me. I took the opportunity to move things along. I tilted Sakura slightly backwards and flattened her back against the tile and pulled her lower body out at an angle. I knew I was thrusting much deeper into her, and she could feel every inch of me. Sakura screamed at the feeling of the new angle, her nails digging in my back and her hips bucking wildly. I knew she was close. I sped up as much as I could without hurting her, though I could hear flesh slapping together and bone smacking against bone. I ground my hips into her a little as I closed in on her, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking. They were just there, moving with my thrusts, so I didn't want to neglect them. Sakura couldn't have agreed more, because her moans increased unbelievably.
"Sasuke! Sasuke, I. . ."
Sakura began to arch her back and mumbling incoherently towards my ears, and I knew she was hanging on by a thread. Like a knife, I cut the thread as I thrust as deep as I could.
"Sasuke!" Sakura shuddered and came, her back arching at a seemingly impossible angle. I grunted and even growled a little as I felt her squeeze me tightly. With a few more thrusts, I ground into her hips to prolong her orgasm as I came inside her.
Sakura didn't unlock her ankles until I eased my grip on her hips, which I didn't realize until now. I shamed myself at the horrible marks I left. I knew they'd bruise. I pulled out of her as I felt myself soften a good bit. When her feet touched the floor of the shower stall again, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and embraced her, her face relaxing into my chest. I held her close to me for a few minutes, not really wanting to let her go. My free hand caressed her wet pink hair. My other arm reached up to my shower caddy for soap and a clean washcloth. I found both through sloppy fumbling, and held them both awkwardly until Sakura pulled back to see what I was doing. She arched an eyebrow at my items.
"Bath time?"
I nodded my head. "Turn around."
Sakura complied, turning around to face the wall I just had her up against. I dampened the washcloth and lathered a good bit of soap into the fabric. I placed the soap back on the shower caddy and placed both of my hands on Sakura's back, One hand rested on her hip to hold her in place while the hand with the washcloth began gently rubbing circles into her skin. Sakura moaned gently. The washcloth gently moved across the expanse of her back, feeling her shoulder blades and spine as I mapped my way over her body. I continued my journey around her front, curving around her waist and onto her lower stomach. She must have still been sensitive down there after our recent lovemaking session, because I felt her lower abdomen spasm when I raked my cloth-covered fingers over her skin there. Sakura had moved backwards already, so all she had to do was tip her head backwards to find my strong, hard chest to lie back on. I gently and attentively lathered Sakura's front, paying special attention to her breast, of course. I trailed down her arms and massaged her neck. Then I continued back down towards her lower abdomen for more good, clean fun.
Sakura let our a little gasp as she felt me go lower on her body. After our recent activity, I wondered how long it would take her to get wet again. I did notice we were in the shower, so it couldn't really be a good experiment. But why not? I'd call it an anatomy study session.
"Sasuke, what-"
"Shh." I shushed her, comforting her and quieting her as I continued down and lathered her abdomen, lowering my hand to her upper thigh. I had to lean over a little bit to reach her knees, so I worked my way back up and stayed there. Now my smirk came back to my face as I led the washcloth to Sakura's inner thigh. Her gasps increased, obviously aroused but in no position to stop me. My hand and the washcloth met her center, gently stroking her folds. I knew she was wet again. I dropped the washcloth and only used my hand now. My finger parted her folds and ran up and down, causing Sakura to gasp and let out a large moan again. Her head hit my shoulder, her eyes closed again. I stroked her, holding back a bit and just letting her enjoy the feel of me. Then I moved a little higher until I found her sensitive nub, barely touching it, but with enough force to rub it and to cause Sakura's back to arch. Her breathing became even more ragged than before. Knowing she wouldn't last long after coming so soon, I inserted a finger inside her as my thumb pressed down on her nub, rubbing as the other finger pumped in and out. Within a few seconds, Sakura arched into me and spilled over. My male pride swelled again, and I had a feeling my smirk would be permanent for at least the rest of the day.
After a beautifully prepared lunch a la Sasuke (spaghetti with my special thick, robust tomato sauce I made myself), Sakura and I fooled around in my bedroom for another hour or two before we settled on watching a movie. I didn't think she'd go for a horror movie, but she surprised me by agreeing to a new movie I missed while it was in theaters. I rented it through my cable service and sat back. Whoever first discovered that horror movies are the perfect date movies was a fucking genius. Sakura and I began seeing each other, though we didn't feel it was right to try to announce it or anything. Besides, we were on fall break. Besides my strenuous practices, I had Sakura all to myself when she could duck out of her house. She said her stepmother liked to keep tabs on her, but her two friends didn't mind lying for their best friend and her new mysterious boyfriend. This wonderful "staying in" routine was fabulous throughout our fall break, up until my big game.
Sasuke's POV, at the next football game
Here comes the snap.
"Blue 32. Hike!"
Ryan moved, and I immediately shuffled backwards for a chance at my great pass of the game. Scouts were watching, and I was watching for Naruto. Damn. Someone was all over him. But I trusted him enough. He knew my style, and I knew his. If I could throw it perfectly, he could know to jump to catch it. I didn't want the ball to get anywhere close to the other guy for an interception.
In a split second, my eyes locked in with Naruto. Game time. I reared back and shot off the perfect throw. I could feel it. The ball was a live wire soaring through the chilly night air. But I couldn't see it, because as soon as the ball left my fingers, I was knocked to the ground by two guys. And I was faced with blinding pain in my left leg. I knew immediately that I was in trouble. Dammit. There goes my scholarship.
I was able to turn my head just in time to see Naruto dancing in the end zone. I knew I could trust him. I'm pretty sure, anyway. But the terrible amount of pain in my leg somehow blocked out the immense joy that I tried to muster.
Sakura's POV
When I saw Sasuke go down, I knew that something was wrong. He took a pretty hard hit, but he didn't even try to get up. He looked like he was trying to hide pain, and pain is usually caused by injuries in this sport. I knew Sasuke was a pretty damn tough guy, and it would take a lot to keep him down this long. If he's conscious, then he had to have sustained a serious injury. To say I was terrified would be an understatement of the century. Everyone was already on their feet, celebrating the final touchdown my brother nailed, but I barely noticed the game-winning points after I saw the serious situation in which Sasuke found himself.
When I knew he must've been hurt badly and didn't get up, I looked to my father, who also looked concerned for him. I didn't tell my dad about Sasuke, since he had a reputation and I knew neither of my parents would approve. So I made a little lie.
"I'm going to go meet Naruto at the entrance to the locker rooms. He deserves a hug. . or a high-five, since he's sweaty and gross."
"Heh. Okay, sweetheart. If you can promise to keep your cell phone on you and stay close to the crowds, we'll meet you and your brother at home later. You can stay here and visit with your friends, but no parties. No way." He kissed me on the forehead and turned away to talk to some other parents, who were currently crowding around my parents (the mayor and his wife) to shake their hands and chat.
I bolted. I was quite sure I had smoke pouring from the soles of my feet, but I wasn't about to stop running until I made it to the fence. I looked towards the field to see the medical team surrounding Sasuke. Oh God, it couldn't possibly be good. If possible, I sped up.
I made it to the gate of the fence surrounding the field and waited until the sea of sweaty jerseys produced a certain blonde. When I saw him, I jumped forward with unfounded energy.
"Naruto! What's wrong with Sasuke?"
He sighed. He didn't look happy at all. "Coach Grant won't let anyone near him. It doesn't look good. We think his leg is broken."
I gasped. No, that would not be good at all. His dream scholarship to play SEC football would be pulled.
"We're going to meet him at the hospital. His parents are out of town. It looks like Coach can't get a hold of them. So he needs support. We'll wait in the operating room if it takes all night." Then Naruto eyed me suspiciously. "How do you know Sasuke, again?"
I pulled back and played dumb. "Oh, he's just a classmate. He's. . .nice to me, so I'm just concerned about him. Plus, I know he's your best friend."
"Oh. Well, that's awful nice of you, Sakura. Where's Mom and Dad?"
"They're schmoozing with people in the stands, then they're high-tailing it back home. They said I could pick up a ride from you or one of the girls."
"Well, I'm goig to shower and get together with the guys to go over to the hospital. I guess you could come, too, if you want."
"Yes!" Oops. Pull it back, Sak. "I mean. . .I suppose it wouldn't hurt. I'm very concerned about him. This is terrible for him." I tried to fend off tears so Naruto wouldn't get any hints. "I'll wait inside the building. with some of the others."
"Okay. I'll make it quick, then." Naruto and I turned back to the field and saw Sasuke on a stretcher, which was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. Both of us exchanges glances of grave distress. disappeared into the outside entrance to the locker rooms. I turned the corner towards the double doors into the closest hallway, but I immediately dug out my cell phone and looked up a certain number.
*ring*
*ring*
"Hello?"
"Itachi?"
"Yes? Who is this? I don't recognize your-"
"It's Sakura."
"Oh, my brother's cherry blossom." He chuckled slightly. "What can I-"
"Something's happened. Sasuke's hurt. Badly." As if on cue, the ambulance drove by, right on the road in front of me. Itachi clearly heard the sirens.
"I'll meet you at the hospital." With that, he and I both hung up. I took a seat on an empty bench close to the double door and tried my best to compose myself, but I struggled. I gave in, and clutched my bag as I folded my head into my lap.
A/N: Apologies for the amount of time it took to update, but this is a lengthy chapter and should help make up for the time gap. Besides constantly revising this, I had a few (much less fun) papers to research and write, which deprived me of my free time and sleep. Reviews welcome!