Summer Vacation; Part Three
When Boruto woke up, he had to ask himself if last night was all just some crazy, wet dream inspired by seeing Sarada way more often than usual. But when he reached for his phone on the nightstand and spotted her lavender lotion, he knew it was real.
He really hooked up with Sarada Uchiha of all people.
And weirdly enough, he had really enjoyed it. She was arguably the last person he'd ever imagine would agree to a spur-of-the-moment offer of sex, but he was glad she did.
Sarada was a little bit of a control freak (in his personal opinion) so there was something so flattering about the way she lost herself in their… activities.
Hell, he certainly lost himself. He had kissed a few girls in the past, but the feeling of Sarada's lips against his own and her soft, milky skin under his exploring hands was like no other.
Boruto already found himself wondering when they would continue. The memory of her tight warmth throbbing around his fingers as he lapped at her sensitive clit was enough to inspire a stirring in his pants.
Even just the thought of dick wrapped in the blissful wet heat of her pussy was enough to make him light-headed with arousal.
When he pulled himself out of bed, he was already itching to get his hands on her, to kiss her and hear her moan his name all over again. They were certainly thoughts he had never imagined himself having about Sarada.
Okay, actually maybe that was a lie.
Boruto may have had like one (or a few) dreams about Sarada that were of the sexual variety, but it's not like he can control his overly horny subconscious!
And maybe he's fantasized about silencing one of her tirades with a searing kiss. But like to shock her, obviously! Not because he wondered how soft her plump lips might feel against his or if he would be able to taste the red, strawberry chapstick she was constantly applying.
Honestly, she probably did it to attract his attention to her lips! She wanted him to think about kissing her! It was probably some form of psychological warfare!
Boruto shook his head, dispelling those thoughts as he marched up the stairs to the main floor. He smiled as he was greeted by the smell of delicious breakfast meats.
"Good morning, honey," Hinata called sweetly from the stove.
"Morning," he replied before taking a seat on the opposite end of the breakfast bar that Sarada sat.
He glanced at his mother briefly, ensuring she was engrossed in her breakfast preparations, before turning his gaze to Sarada.
Boruto smiled at her, but she refused to even look at him. Her attention consumed by her twiddling fingers resting on the counter. The longer he stared at her the more her body seemed to tense and this awkward tension thickened between them.
Suddenly, a sinking feeling punched Boruto in the gut as he tore his gaze from her. Sarada was acting like she was embarrassed, which meant she probably regretted what happened last night.
Fuck! What did he do wrong?! He thought they had a great time! She said she wanted to continue!
Boruto found himself pouting at the realization that he probably wasn't going to get to fool around with Sarada ever again, let alone have sex.
Man, this sucked!
"What are you guys up to today?" Hinata asked as she peeked over her shoulder at the quiet pair.
"What are you talking about?!" Sarada immediately blurted. "It's not like Boruto and I would be doing anything together!"
Boruto raised a brow at her overly aggressive denial but then realized her awkward behavior may not necessarily be about him, but rather inspired by a fear of getting caught by their parents.
He figured he should probably play along. "I have better things to do than hang out with a stick in the mud like Sarada."
"Boruto," his mother admonished, her pale eyes shooting him a pointed look. "Be kind."
"Yeah, yeah," Boruto sighed as he leaned his elbows against the counter, supporting his head in his hand.
He peeked over at Sarada from the corner of his eye to find her staring down at her hands clenching the fabric of her sundress with a furrow in her brow.
After he finished breakfast, Boruto dressed in his bathing suit and went out to sit by the lake, soak up the sun, and probably go for a swim. It wasn't long before Sarada appeared out there as well, a big t-shirt over her tight, red one piece.
"Hey," he greeted, but Sarada just crossed her arms with a huff and turned her head away from him in indignation. His brows pinched together at her apparent attitude. "What's your problem?!"
"My problem!?" she scoffed as she whipped her head around to glare at him with fierce dark eyes. "My problem is I can't believe you called me boring after everything that happened last night!"
"What do you mean?! I thought we were doing a thing in front of my mom... ya know, like pretending," Boruto defended.
The way Sarada's expression shifted showed she had caught on to his meaning.
"Right… because if we suddenly started acting differently toward each other people might think something is going on between us, instead of just the one time…"
"Wait!" Boruto jumped up with sudden urgency. "It wasn't just the one time though, right?! I mean, we just fooled around, we didn't even have actual sex!"
Sarada fixed him with a harsh glare and grumbled, "could you keep your voice down?!"
Blue eyes glanced around, making sure no one was within earshot before he stepped closer to her. His hands slipped under her oversized shirt to hold her waist. She sighed and leaned into him, her palms finding purchase against his bare chest.
"C'mon, Sarada," he urged in a low whisper. "You even said, yourself, that you wanted to keep going last night."
"I don't know, I mean the circumstances were perfect, and I just don't think we'll get another chance like that," Sarada argued, trying not to let the way his thumb softly stroked her hip through the thin fabric of her swimsuit affect her. "Plus, we agreed it was a one-time deal."
"We can still call it one time, it was just split into two parts," Boruto countered with a cheeky little smirk.
When Sarada met his deep blue gaze, any further protest dried up on her tongue. "You had fun last night, didn't you?" he husked.
A blush bloomed across her cheeks as she nodded and whispered, "did you?"
"Are you kidding me? Last night was the highlight of my summer so far. I mean, like damn, if sex is better than that I get why people won't shut up about it," Boruto replied with a light chuckle.
She raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing at her lips. "The highlight of your summer?"
"Sarada…" She wasn't quite sure if it was the way he said her name or the way his blue eyes traced down her figure that made her stomach flutter with sudden nervousness. "I don't know if you realize how sexy you are."
"Me? Sexy?" she laughed awkwardly, for some reason embarrassed by such a compliment. 'Sexy' certainly wasn't within the first dozen words that came to mind when describing herself. "I... I don't know about that one…"
His warm hands slid to her low back as he closed the small distance between them, resting his forehead against hers. His gaze fell to her lips, half-lidded blue eyes swirling with desire.
"I swear thinking about last night... thinking about you naked on top of me while we made out has got me —"
Sarada leaned forward and crashed her lips to his, silencing him with a bruising kiss. He didn't even have to finish his sentence for Sarada to catch his meaning. And he clearly wasn't exaggerating for the sake of her ego, she could feel his hardened length pressing against her.
For a moment she thought she might get lost in the feeling of Boruto kissing her again and again, but suddenly she remembered herself and pushed against his chest.
"Wait!" Sarada told him as she pressed a finger to his lips to quiet any protest. "Not out in the open like this!"
"Oh right!" Boruto nodded, his gaze flickered around a moment before grabbing her by the hand. With quick steps full of anxious excitement he led her across the small beach to a shack full of canoes and paddleboards.
The small room was a bit dusty and smelt strongly of lake water, but Sarada couldn't be bothered to care as Boruto thrust his lips against hers to resume their fervent kiss. The intensity of his kisses had Sarada stumbling backward. When she bumped into a workbench, Boruto was quick to lift her up to sit on it and make himself comfortable between her spread legs.
Her fingers tangled into his blonde hair as she met each of his kisses with equal enthusiasm. Bravely, Sarada allowed her tongue to slip into his mouth and taste him. Boruto groaned against her lips and his hands squeezed her pale thighs as their tongues slid over one another in a passionate dance.
"Ohh~" Sarada moaned as he pulled her to the edge of the bench so their hips could meet. Her body trembled in his firm hold as he rubbed the evidence of his arousal against her core, giving her that same needy sensation as last night.
Boruto pulled away from her lips to pepper hot kisses down her sensitive neck. With a sigh, her head tilted to the side, wordlessly begging for more. Her leg wrapped around his waist as her hips rocked up to meet his, increasing the friction and making them both even more impatient.
"Fuck, I want you so bad," Boruto growled against her skin, inspiring pleasant goosebumps and a growing heat between her legs.
The feeling of his lips sucking on her racing pulse as their hips rocked together was so overwhelming, Sarada could barely form a coherent thought.
"Mmm," she hummed in reply. Her fingers scratched his scalp and pulled his hair eliciting soft, needy noises from his lips.
Her mind was void of consequence, so hazy from the pleasurable sensations Boruto provided, she vaguely wondered if she even cared if she lost her virginity in a dusty lakeside shack.
But thankfully Boruto seemed to be a little more vigilant than she because when he pulled away she whimpered in protest, but he seemed to be listening for something. Dark eyes grew wide when Sarada's own ears tuned in to the sound of voices and approaching footsteps. Torn from their lusty fog, they quickly untangled and Sarada hopped of the workbench on quivered legs.
Frantic blue eyes darted around the small shed unsure how to conceal his raging hard-on. As the door began to open, Boruto swiped a life jacket off the ground and held it over his lap, hoping it wasn't too conspicuous.
Only a moment later, light flooded the shack as Naruto and Himawari opened the door to retrieve a canoe. Boruto was frozen, his brain still trying to catch up to the situation.
"I wanted that canoe!" Sarada shouted at him, and for a moment Boruto didn't know what was going on. But slowly the dots began to connect.
"Too bad, I got here first!" he countered. Sarada's lips curved up into the tiniest smile, pleased that he caught on to her charade.
"Hey, hey!" Naruto was quick to intervene in their little spat. "Here's an idea, why don't you share it?" he asked with a smile.
"Ew," Boruto scoffed.
Naruto sighed as he glanced over to his son, but suddenly became distracted by his disheveled blonde hair. "Boruto, your hair's a mess. Did you even bother to brush it this morning?"
Nervous blue eyes widened at his father's observation. He had, but Sarada's hands running through his hair, pulling it during their feverish makeout, messed it all up. Boruto forced out a casual laugh. "It's summer. Why bother?"
"Well, if you're not going to brush it, why don't we cut it short?"
"Dad! I can't cut my hair, it's a part of my brand!" he defended with a huff.
"Your brand?" Sarada snorted.
"Yeah, like how prissy little teacher's pet is yours!" Boruto retorted before sticking his tongue out at her.
"Boruto!" Naruto chided. "You need to be nicer to Sarada. Why don't you take the canoe out with her? Maybe if you guys spend a little time together and try to find some common interests, you can get along better."
Blue eyes met dark grey. They seemed to have already found a common interest.
Boruto and Sarada pretended to complain but eventually relented to Naruto's suggestion. They pulled a canoe from the shack and pushed it into the lake.
"That was a close one," Boruto sighed the moment they were far enough from the shore to have a private conversation.
"I don't know…" Sarada bit her lip, holding back the smile that threatened her lips. "But I kind of found it thrilling. Like my heart has been racing this entire time."
An amused grin spread across his face.
"Oh man, you really are a goodie two shoes if that's what you think is thrilling! Last year, I pulled this epic prank where I —" he caught himself, suddenly worried by the way Sarada's eyes widened with intrigue. "Wait, you wouldn't tell on me, would you?"
"I don't know, depends on what you did," she smirked. "I am going to be student council president next year and I think it's my responsibility to report any wrongdoings."'
"God, you are so lame." Boruto glanced out at the water and frowned.
"Oh really?" Sarada challenged. "I thought you thought I was sexy?"
His blue gaze flickered back to her, the mischievous look that sparkled in her dark eyes shot a tingle up his spine.
"I think Summer Sarada is sexy," he defended. "She likes thrills and fooling around with me. But School Sarada is a super lame, uptight little tattletale." He crossed his arms over his chest with a petulant little pout.
She knew half of what he said was an insult, but there was still something about it that Sarada found interesting. This idea that she could have some wild, carefree summer alter ego and still go back to being the responsible, upstanding student she was known to be in the fall. "Okay, well what if I was Summer Sarada for the rest of the time we're at the cabin."
An intrigued smile spread across Boruto's face. "Alright, but what does that mean exactly?"
"It means I like thrills and fooling around with you... and I'll be seeking opportunities for both."
"Sounds good to me," he replied, his grin somehow growing wider.
After some time out on the lake, the pair paddled back to the shore and drug their canoe into the shack. Hoping to take advantage of their moment of privacy, Boruto pulled Sarada close and attempted to press his lips to hers. But she was quick to dodge his kiss and covered his mouth with her hand.
"Not now, your dad and Himawari could come back any minute," Sarada whispered.
"Well, where else could we go?" Boruto pressed, anxious to get his hands and lips on her again.
"I don't know, I'll have to think about it."
A/N: thanks so much for reading! I can't wait to hear what you thought of this chapter!