Runner's High
Chapter Five, Broken Expectations
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Madness dances in her veins to the drum of her heartbeat.
He makes succinct work of her form, pushing and gripping like he's working her clay into a masterpiece, every indent of muscle and bone, every tapered line of stubborn fat; it reminds her that she is a woman.
The frenzy of his caresses is faster than she can follow. She can only react to where he has been; heated palm prints that burn with every ghostly layer.
She can't escape him.
She suggested they go to a love hotel.
To get this over with.
She said she'd send him off with what he wants most.
Then it was goodbye.
He merely flashed her a cocky grin and told her to lead the way.
The moment they got through the door, this happened.
She weakly pushes against him.
"Wait! Uzumaki-kun!"
His hands slip beneath her damp sports bra, cupping her breast. She cringes as her sweat sucks his palm to her skin.
"I-I need a shower!"
But he's licking her pulse and nibbling her collarbone as if she were the most delicious thing he's ever tasted.
He deftly finds her nipple and she stiffens. Electric sparks suffuse her skin.
He tweaks and tugs and rolls it beneath his thumb. The warming sensation is practically foreign to her. Something disagreeable is building up inside her. She leans into his ministrations just the same as she arches away. She doesn't understand if she wants him to stop or keep going.
It almost feels like he's tickling her, the way it's both relentless and intermittent. The tingles squirming straight down to her core make her lower lips firm and squeeze. It's an aching plea for relief.
Her face scrunches around her nose as lewd sounds hum in her throat.
"Mmm... U-Uzumaki-kun... Ah... Mmmm..."
His mouth finds hers again and her tongue knows what to do.
She swirls it around his, like a dance where they fight for the lead position.
Her heart won't stop pounding.
She's tasting his vigor and matching his enthusiasm. She won't be so submissive. She won't be overtaken. Oh, but why is this so satisfying? His languid conquering leaves her breathless and this is all she wants. More of these kisses.
No, no, no! This was so wrong!
This nineteen-year-old boy..! Was his spit pure alcohol?! Were his hands honed by magic?! There was no way someone so young could love her so expertly as he did.
His innate power was frightening.
He tugs her sports bra up, the hotel air hitting her damp skin with a cold shock. Her flesh freed with a heavy bounce and her eyes shut as girlhood vulnerability echoed from the night of her honeymoon.
His mouth is on her as he kneels down and cups her breasts.
She squirms at his touch as he moves lower.
She's no longer the tight, svelte package she used to be, and Uzumaki-kun's ravenous appetite leaves her endlessly confused.
He swipes along her cleavage, tasting her crevice of her underboob. His groan of approval causes her hands to fly to her face.
"That's so dirty," she exhales, his chuckles vibrating against her skin.
There's a dangerous glint in his eyes and she stares at the contrast in personality.
The way he acts around her is almost too perfect.
Even his looks had her fooled.
She eeps as he scoops her onto his lap, leading them to the bed. He took a seat on the edge, his hand on her tailbone causing her to press herself flush against his hardness. Her eyes widen, heart hammering, awe and concern flushing liquid-hot through her body at the size of him.
She grimaces as his mouth closes around her firm buds, his other hand fondling her with abandon.
Her mind is breaking in two. One half lost in his heated suckling, his tongue bullying her nipple until she was a trembling mess. Her other half absorbed in the scrape of his calluses along her thin, delicate skin, how he massages her flesh around her root and abuses her nipple with his fingers.
She gazes at him through the haze he instilled in her head.
Compared to her sagging figure, his skin is still dewy and firm, his face somewhat round for his age, but beneath all that baby-fat, she can see the chiseled man steadily unearthing by the day. His enthusiastic hands are what youth is made of, how he wants to experience everything and still want more. And she doesn't understand how she's become the zenith of his fascination.
He was just her running buddy the other day.
A friendly face. An innocent bright spot in her day. Her platonic escape.
He really meant to date her when she spanked him.
Was he that easily impressionable?
Was he the type of boy who fell for anyone who was remotely nice or vaguely flirty towards him?
She doesn't know what to make of him.
She made the mistake of assuming she could keep her distance and not provoke some insecure reaction out of him.
She should have just acted normal around him.
He releases her nipple with a sticky sound. It's swollen and dark. Her breast looks so obscene.
He switches over to her other nipple and she keens. Anticipation builds knowing he was dogged in making them match, and she didn't know if she could survive much more of his onslaught.
To think he's always had this greedy, possessive side.
With every immense wave of pleasure, a more frightening reaction followed. Like the growing faultline on a dam, or a space station window threatening to shatter; either way she was bound to be sucked out and crushed along the way.
This clench around her head and gut was too much. She felt both blind and intensely aware at the same time. Nothing else existed but his hands and tongue, of the bitter mixture of their sweat intermingling and filling her head with sex-drenched fumes.
She thoughtlessly rested her hand on his head, her fingers brushing over his short blond hair like she was petting grass. Soft yet a little prickly.
He's really so absorbed in her breasts.
She shuts her eyes as he switches back again, and impatience shoots up her throat in a drawn-out cry.
It feels a bit painful, her overworked bud pulling what remained of her cognizance into that zenith of sensation.
She began to grind against his hardness, trembling, aching, frantic for some kind of relief.
The pressure in her lower lips was driving her up the wall. Rubbing herself against his heat was both her benefit and undoing. On the one hand, she could focus on something else other than his mouth. On the other hand, she was grinding her way towards a white-hot orgasm.
And it didn't help when he began to hump in response.
"U-Uzumaki-kun!"
He growled in appreciation, teeth sinking around her areola, and she arched with another cry, shivering as she smothered him with her ivory tit.
He pressed her ass down harder, his hips jerking frantically against her core, his labored breathing bathing her skin.
Was he going to cum right now?
Like this?
While they were still clothed?
Hinata pushed him down on the bed. She climbed off and hooked her thumbs in her running shorts. He propped himself up on his elbows, wide eyes enjoying the striptease.
"Take it off," she said as she stepped out of her workout gear, revealing her seamless black thong. "If we're doing this at all, we're doing it properly. Strip."
Mischief and excitement flickered in his eyes as he sprang to his feet and began to peel off his shirt, revealing a toasted peach landscape of smooth, carved abs, jutting angular hip bones, biteable pecs, and a strong line of toned shoulders.
Hinata unconsciously licked her lips.
Youth truly was wonderful.
His smirk outed her for staring.
Hinata snootily resumed undressing, pulling her sports bra over her head and peeling her thong from her hips.
His member sprang forth, engorged and throbbing, the way it curved and slightly bent further towards his stomach mesmerizing her with its grotesque sensuality.
She was staring again.
Hands behind his head, he swung his hips side to side, his turgid member smacking meatily against his pelvis.
Her face burned as her lips curled over her teeth.
He burst out laughing. Then he sat back down. He gripped the base and gave his stomach a few more meaty slaps, beckoning her to come join him.
She internally shook her head as she strode towards him, hovering warily once she reached him.
She sees her stubbornly doughy belly, her plump mons, and untamed hair. And she looks at his wiry physique, his shins and forearms flecked in sunlit wheat hair, masculine veins that ran from his wrist to the inside of his elbow, another curving further along his bicep. His eyes bright with vitality and satisfaction, and she doesn't understand how he can look at her like that.
There's nothing about her to inspire such a response.
If he truly feels more for her than the desire to steal someone else's belongings, then she doesn't deserve it.
She hopes he'll treat the next girl better.
She hopes it'll actually be someone closer in age.
He reaches out and cradles her wrists, pulling her in.
He smooths his fingertips down the silhouette of her hips, his touch ghost-like and reverent.
She grasps his shoulders and climbs on top of him, her plump thighs settling heavily around his sides, and it all suddenly becomes so real.
The moment his weeping cock nudges against her slit, her nails bite into his skin.
It almost feels like Toneri is here.
He's standing on the other side of the bed, his cold apathy blistering with hatred.
Her disused pussy awakens around Naruto's girth as he thrusts his head between her sticky folds.
She locks up around him, lips parting around her gasp.
Her nape hair stands on end. The base of her skull tingles with the sensation of a sparkler, alighting so delicately yet bright, then disappearing into smokey ether.
It feels like she's taking in something she shouldn't.
Not in the sense of her infidelity.
She'll cry herself to sleep about that later.
No.
He's just...
Too big.
"Hey," his strained voice calls to her, his heavy breathing once an innocent sound. She meets his eyes unsteadily. He's feverishly red and grimacing. "You're actually really fucking tight. Uh, I think you should try moving on your own."
She takes note of his fingers fisting the comforter, arms and shoulders taut as he fights to keep his lust in check.
She nods and squeezes her eyes shut as she eases herself down another inch, her pussy walls crying out at the cautious invasion. It was celebration and pandemonium all at once. She sank down further, breath hitching as he stretched her wider than she's ever been. The bend in his shaft causes his swollen glans to press against her upper walls, communicating to a part of her she never knew existed, and she feels so unbelievably full; She's only taken in a third of him and she doesn't know how she can possibly accept the rest.
Her breathing begins to labor and her moans hitch as she rolls her hips experimentally, rubbing that spot against his swollen head, little fires launching rockets from the clench of her gut to the heady atmosphere in her head.
Her eyes connected with his, his grinning amusement faltering in the midst of overwhelming pleasure. "Found your G-spot, heh-heh," he murmured triumphantly letting his head loll back as an unbidden groan rose up followed by a sing-song of swearing. Suddenly his hips jerked, sending another two inches inside her humid clutch, and knocking a high note from her throat.
He was way… way too big!
Impossibly big!
How did such a cute boy end up with such a monstrous thing on his pelvis?!
She never would have guessed, not in a million years.
But watching his willpower crumble beneath her, his dark, playful gaze giving away a hidden nature that was for her and her alone, she felt oddly humbled.
Only she knew the secret monster behind that innocent face.
"Sorry!" he grasped her ankles and guided her to plant her feet on the bed. "But you feel way too good, I- I can't hold on much longer!" he cupped his hips but he did not force her. He offered her strength with his patient blues, his slack-jaw smile the most adorable she's seen him yet. "Gonna go all the way down, okay? Ready?"
She wasn't a child! She wasn't even a virgin!
Hinata gripped his shoulders and grit her teeth as she smashed herself down the rest of the way, his eyes popping open at her recklessness.
Her body locked up.
She just impaled herself.
Her wet lips suckled around his base, but the rest of her was on fire.
She didn't know she was crying until his thumb swiped across the round of her cheekbone.
"Otsutsuki-san," he sounds so concerned. "When was the last time you had sex?"
The answer played out on the ceiling as she worked on remembering how to breathe.
Toneri took her to a cozy cabin deep in the woods. He held her hand as she followed him to the base of a small waterfall, her head adorned with a daisy chain. She danced freely in the shallow waters, her heart singing with the fullness of love, her wedding ring the newfound source of her strength.
It was exactly how they both envisioned a perfect world.
Untarnished and populated only by them.
She was seventeen.
His thumb pressed against the corner of her eyes. She knocked his hand away and wrapped her arms around his neck, and without a word, she lifted her hips up, her moan dragging out with his retreating length. She cried out as she sank back down around him. Everything tingled in such an amazing way, but a slight cramp accompanied every pleasurable press against her uterus, and it was hard to fully lose herself in him.
His wandering hands busied themselves with her curves before he cradled her head and pulled her against him, lowering onto his back.
The distant cramping sensation dissipates as his cock grinds against her G-spot, and she spasms around him. His size becomes manageable in this position as she works herself on his cock. She feels wetter around him. Their groins slap messily. It's a filthy sound that'll haunt her during her walk of shame. But for now, it's intoxicating.
Her walls clamp down desperately, and she begins milking him, her hips moving on their own, faster and faster. Her moans climb higher and louder with every pass. His chest vibrates with unending arousal, and it's praise to her ears.
"Otsutsuki-san..! Nnngh, I'm gonna..!"
Her married name uttered so lustfully on another man's lips does something to her.
Before she can even process the feeling, his hands grip her ass and suddenly he's pounding her raw.
She has no voice to cry as he hammers away at her, sanity and all, and he's even bigger inside her this time. He's making sure her pussy is molded in his shape.
His jaw locks open as his head cranes hard against the bed. He pulls out. Cum splashes against her abused hole and drips down her inner thighs, and she feels rather slutty stained in his warm, viscous jizz.
Sweat-sheened and ruddy, he heaves for breath and she timidly climbs off of him.
She watches him for a beat.
He sure seems satisfied.
She waffles between misguided politeness telling her to keep him company during his afterglow, and her need to attend to her routine.
She chooses the latter, as she has no legitimate attachment to what's just transpired.
She can finally take a shower.
His arms circle her shoulders from behind, damp chest pressing against her back, and his searching hands slide over her soapy breasts, giving her a playful squeeze.
She nudges him away with a glare. She's sitting on the u-shaped bathing stool, her body covered in suds. And she knows he's just recovered from bed.
"Did you clean yourself yet?" such a snippy rhetorical question puts a mischievous grin on his face as he moves to crouch down beside her.
"Damn, that's the most 'mom' thing you've ever said. It's actually kinda hot. Can you scold me more when I'm taking you from behind?"
Her ears burn as she aims the detachable nozzle and washes the crassness from his face.
She was definitely leaving after this.
Naruto wipes the water from his face and takes a seat beside her. He begins to wash up, but his eyes are permanently glued to her curves and folds as she rinses the suds from her body.
"Hey, Otsutsuki-san?"
"Hm?"
"Did I… make you come?"
The spotlight slid firmly over her, and she found it hard to answer him at first.
"I didn't come."
She scooped up her left breast and aimed the nozzle at the crevice, her thumb thoughtlessly swiping across her nipple.
Does she dare see the disappointment on his face?
Well, this was never about her, to begin with, so what did it matter if she enjoyed it or not?
"Let me make it up to you."
She looks at him askance, but he's undeterred.
He's walking over to her. He crouches down in front of her, one hand wrapped around the nozzle, the other hand resting on her knee.
She releases the nozzle.
She doesn't resist when he pushes her leg apart, his determined gaze fixated on her lower body.
Embarrassment fills her face as she watches him tentatively.
He adjusts the nozzle until hard jets of water begin pulsing out at even intervals.
Her breath held. Her core squeezed in anticipation.
The moment that massaging water struck her she knew she was in trouble.
She gripped the hand on her knee as she flinched, whimpering as it pounded her sensitive bud, her mind flashing a delicious white haze.
It felt like electricity was gathering in a single spot and she wanted it to explode.
His eyes flitted up from his work, checking in on how she was feeling.
He freed his other hand and added it to the mix as he strummed her slit with the wet flat of his fingers, droplets of water flinging from her hair, and her whole body spasmed. She clutched his forearm, fear suddenly seizing her.
He leaned in and pecked her lips, carefully undoing her tension. "Turn around," he murmured against her lips." and she obeyed.
He circled his arm around her waist and held her flush against his front as he aimed the nozzle over her aching lips, her hips spasming against the little hammers of water striking pleasure up to her head.
She bit her lip as she focused on the feeling.
He smoothed his hand across the valley of her breasts. He paused to cradle her throat as he gently gripped her jaw and directed her face towards his.
His tongue darted out like a timid visitor, and her tongue welcomed him enthusiastically. He chuckled into her mouth, and she blushed.
Yes, I love kissing. Don't laugh at me.
She can feel the slight scrape of stubble on his chin and around his lips as he moves against her. The rugged texture is distracting, but not distracting enough.
She can feel herself throbbing.
He changes it up by removing the water every now and then, giving her time to come back down, her lower body trembling with heated sensation. There's a tingling running up and down her thighs, it feels like static. It also feels comfortably numb.
His hand slides down her neck, over her wet breast, down to her core and he rubs his fingers against her throbbing body.
She jerks against him with a cry and he grins against her teeth.
"You like that?"
He sinks three fingers inside her and her hips angle to meet his touch. He curls his digits and drags along her swollen G-spot, and she feels intoxicated. The static has climbed up to her face. Her mind is blank save for this aggregation of carnal bliss, and there's so much pressure building up around his determined fingers driving in and out of her, perverse sloshy sounds magnifying in her head as her moans and his ministrations bounced off the tiled walls.
"God, you're so sexy," he whispers, and she believes him. His member is hard against and rubbing against her lower back, branding her with his heat.
But she just got clean.
She's never squirted before, but he says she just did.
All that delicious pressure, it was like a dam broke. It obliterated all her tension and lingering anxiety, flooding her with light before dissipating into contented nothingness.
And this is how she finds herself on the bed again, barely dry from her shower and nowhere near being able to get her foot out of the door. He's on top of her, pawing at her and kissing her deeply, his member pinned between their stomachs. He's rubbing himself against her, and she wonders what's so erotic about her belly fat. It was so embarrassing.
She wrenches her face away from his, gasping for breath, and his lips meet the underside of her jaw. He didn't miss a beat.
"Uzumaki-kun! H-Hold on! I said one time-"
"You said until I was satisfied."
"I have errands to do today!"
"Take the day off then."
"I can't! I'm the only one that can do it right!"
He hummed a silly tune as he nosed her skin and played with her breast.
Seriously?!
She winces as the tingles gather once more beneath his hand, her nipple crying out to be teased.
"A-At least let me call a courier!"
He lifts up and his expression is unreadable. He climbs off and retrieves her phone, passing it into her hand. She eyed him warily as he sat idly beside her - a feverish blush broke out as she eyed his hand stroking up and down his length. With a shuddering sigh, she unlocked her phone and pulled up all the addresses she was supposed to stop by today. She compiles the information and saves it in another file. Then she searches for a trusted service to do the mail running for her. Oh shit. She had to pick up her father's new prescriptions too. It's the only thing time they really see each other, outside of the family business.
She pulls up Kou's phone number and presses call, then she holds the phone up to her ear.
It's ringing.
Her legs are forcibly spread apart.
It's ringing.
Hinata leans up in horror.
It's ringing.
He's gazing up at her from between her thighs, dark, hungry eyes somehow both lazy and loving conveying their intent.
It's ringing.
She mouths for him to stop.
"Hinata-sama, what can I do for you?"
He laves her slit with his flattened tongue, getting a whole taste of her once and she nearly kicks him.
"A-Ah, Kou-san! I'm sorry, but can you p-pick up my father's medications today? I-I'm going to be held up-" She holds a scream in her chest as he mercilessly works his tongue in and out of her, her emotions going off like a disastrous firework show threatening to burn everything down.
"Understood. Ah, by the way…"
Hinata grit her teeth.
"Are you okay? You don't sound like yourself."
"I'm fine, Kou-san! Thank you f-for your concern!"
She hung up.
And closed her eyes.
She lazily bucked her hips against his mouth.
She didn't care anymore.
Shit.
The reservation.
Hinata denied him his treat as she rolled onto her stomach and grabbed her phone. She held her thighs tightly together. She dared him to try anything else.
Her face warmed as his hands fondled her ass, spreading her open, teasing her crease with his thumb, digging his fingers in her so possessively.
It's ringing.
"Uzumaki-kun, I have another call to make, so just wait there and behave."
His fondling stopped sulkily. "Put it off a little while longer!"
It's ringing.
She ignores him.
The restaurant picks up and they exchanged pleasantries. She's checking in on her niece's birthday reservation. The concierge takes down her information. It's going well… until he climbs atop of her, straddling her legs, and he's rubbing himself off between her voluptuous cheeks. Her voice catches in her throat mid-answer.
"Ma'am?"
"A-Ah, I'm sorry?"
"Is your party still for twelve?"
Naruto's pleasured grunting grew louder, and Hinata panicked.
"Y-Yes!" She prayed for him to stop. She tried to buck him off, but he only liked that more. No! She was not rising to meet him!
The concierge relayed everything back to her and she struggled to stay attentive.
His hot, heavy thing was grinding away at the final shreds of willpower, and she couldn't deny that she was getting wet.
The call ended, and she shrieked to high heaven. "That's not behaving!"