Disclaimer: Naruto and the Tool are the property of their respective owners. I am is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of the material. I don't own anything. I didn't write this story only put Naruto characters in place of the original characters. I didn't write this story only replaced various things. The original is by Sabrina Paige

Chapter 11

Sakura POV

I'm standing here in my room, staring at the closed door like an idiot. As if none of that just happened. As if the throbbing between my legs is nothing.

Sasuke is next door, with his hand on his cock, thinking about you.

Sasuke's bedroom door closes, and I hear him moving around his room. These walls are paper-thin. I can't believe Sasuke had the balls to move from the guesthouse to the main house – and not just the main house, but the room next door – just to mess with me. There are twelve bedrooms in this house, and Sasuke picked the one next to mine.

He definitely wants to mess with you.

I'm not sure whether I'm more turned on or irritated. After his trip to Vegas with Karin and God knows how many other girls – I can only imagine the number – Sasuke has the balls to stand here, pressed up against me, telling me what he wants to do to me.

The really filthy things he wants to do to me.

He has absolutely zero shame.

You're the one who put condoms in his room. The thought flashes in my head, and I quickly try to push it aside.

I wonder if he's actually jerking off in his bedroom. He sure didn't fake the erection that was pressed up against me when he pulled me close to him.

And there's definitely no faking the wetness between my legs. If Sasuke would have made good on his threat to slide his fingers between my thighs, he would have realized it immediately. And I'm not sure I would have protested.

I cross the bedroom to lock the door – who knows if Sasuke will return – and shed my office clothes piece by piece, unable to get Sasuke out of my thoughts. I make a valiant effort at trying to distract myself by running through all kinds of other things in my head – work stuff, my to-do list, the fucking state capitols in alphabetical order.

Anything other than thinking about Sasuke next door. Sasuke with his hand on his cock. Sasuke fantasizing about me. Sasuke on the other side of the wall, running his hand along his length like he said he would.

The throbbing between my legs becomes more insistent, and I grab a novel I've been reading, flopping onto the bed and flipping open the book, my eyes landing right on…a sex scene. I slam the book closed. Choosing a romance novel to distract myself is entirely unhelpful.

I can't stop visualizing Sasuke, naked, his hand on his cock. And there are a million damn reasons why I shouldn't be thinking about Sasuke naked. I make a mental checklist in my head: Manwhore – check. Past history with him – check. Professional relationship – check. Stepbrother – double fucking check.

Next door, Sasuke is silent. I wonder if he really jerked off. I wonder if he thought about me. I wonder if he finished already. I wonder what he looks like when he comes.

Damn it, Sakura. You have to stop.

Focus on something else.

Like the fact that my nipples are basically as hard as rocks against the fabric of my bra. And that my panties are damp.

I slide my finger down the front of my panties, thinking about what Sasuke said.

How you'd feel as I touched my fingers to your pussy lips, the expression on your face…

I slide my finger lower, between my lips, slick with wetness, the wetness Gaige is responsible for creating.

How slick you'd be as I slid my fingers inside you…

I picture Sasuke naked above me, giving me that knowing grin as he reaches between my legs, spreading my lips with his fingers and plunging them inside me. I stroked myself slowly, the way I imagine Sasuke would touch me, bringing myself higher and higher.

The thought creeps into my head – this is wrong. But I push it away. Your stepbrother is right next door.

I picture Sasuke next door, stroking himself, thinking about me as he comes. It's when I'm picturing him that I glance up at the closet door. Behind that door is Sasuke's cock, the dildo he made. I stuffed it back in that box and hid it in the closet. Do I dare?

It's not like anyone would ever know. It's probably not even Gaige's anyway. I'm a thousand percent positive it's something he bought at an adult store, so why shouldn't I use it?

I slide my hand from between my legs and go to the closet before I can change my mind, rummaging through assorted odds and ends until I find the box. Sasuke's cock.

I strip off my panties and bra and slide into the bed naked, the sheets cool against my skin. I take a long look at the dildo. I'm about to lie in bed and fuck myself with a dildo made from a mold of my stepbrother's cock, while he's right next door, jerking off while he fantasizes about me.

My life sounds like a fucking porno.

Except it isn't. I haven't gotten laid in six months. And I can't even think straight. I might be losing my mind. But I don't care, not right now, anyway.

I lay back again, pressing the head of the cock against my entrance, coating it in my wetness. I'm going to go insane if I don't come.

I stroke my clit in slow circles with my finger, sending pulses of pleasure through my body, and press my stepbrother's cock slowly inside my entrance, my muscles stretching to accommodate its girth.

I imagine Sasuke in the room next to me, thinking about me while he strokes his dick, his hand moving up and down his length, over and over. Back when we were eighteen, I tried to touch him once, slid my hand down to reach between his legs, and he grabbed my wrist to stop me. "No," he growled at me. "Not now. We'll do this right."

I never found out what doing it right meant.

But now, I picture it in my mind's eye. I imagine Sasuke thrusting his cock inside me, slowly at first as he stretches me, then picking up speed, his movements a regular rhythm that matches my hips as I arched up to meet him. Each thrust brings him deeper and deeper inside me, aided by my wetness, until I'm completely filled with him. I mimic our movements, thrusting the dildo further inside me.

"Come for me, Sakura." I picture his mouth close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. "I want to feel you come on me."

I'm so close to the edge, the pent up frustration making me even more ready, filled to the hilt with the replica of Sasuke's cock inside me. I imagine Sasuke with his hand on his cock, his warm cum spilling from his dick and over his hand.

The thought pushes me over the edge, and I come hard, my whole body jerking as my muscles tighten around the dildo. I don't realize that I've made any noise until I hear knocking, and I startle, thinking it's someone at the door.

But of course it isn't. It's Sasuke .

When I cross to the other side of the room, I can hear him chuckling through the wall.

Damn it. He totally knows.