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It had been two days, four hours and around thirty eight minutes(not that I was keeping count of course! ) since I'd last seen him, not since he'd last seen me though. On the first night he had watched me sleeping in my second floor apartment until morning from my neighbours roof. The second night he had only enough time to watch me shower, something he never did again unless he got to fuck me after. He would tell me about the first two nights weeks later and I would try not to laugh as he described spending the second evening alone in a constant state of arousal, tormented by the way I had thoroughly washed myself whilst clearly thinking of him.
Grandma had been pissed that I was late but a store bought tin of soup and half a cheap bottle of whine later all was forgotten and I was Granddaughter of the year again. Although she kept eyeing me very strangely and telling me stories that turned my stomach about her own past sexual encounters she didn't actually ask out right why I was red-faced, sweaty, hair a mess, eyes almost popping from my skull.
I kept myself busy at work, picked up extra shifts, stayed longer, even cleaning up after closing.
"Oh, Emiko how good of you." Fellow library staff and visitors alike would say. They had no idea why I was being so helpful. If they knew that if I allowed myself to sit my mind would wander back in time and watch myself getting fucked on the floor of a hotel repeatedly until I was soaking in my own arousal behind my desk they probaly wouldn't be praising me so much.
Rice? No. Ramen? No. I had no appetite whatsoever. After almost three days I was having cock withdrawals, if it was even a real thing. Sex had never seemed that important, my history of sexual encounters wouldn't even fill half a page.
My lunchbreaks were now filled with window shopping and avoiding anyone I knew so that I wouldn't have to explain why I look so terrible. I paused by a clothing store window and peered in at the sexy underwear modeled by some very slutty mannequins at the back of the shop. I wondered what sort of style he would preffer…
"The black ones." The voice was all too familiar, it had been playing like a catchy song in my mind for days, deep and smooth like a perfect frothy coffee. His smile was delicious, his eyes lusty but I had little time to enjoy either because he was whisking me into a deserted corner, shielding my body with his own from the lunchtime rush of annoying people. Then it hit me, we were all alone again like i wanted and I had no idea what to say to him and fuck, I didn't want to say anything at all.
I threw my trembling arms around his neck and pulled him to my waiting lips, he was just as keen and wasted no time in reacquainting his tongue with my mouth, I sucked It deep and longingly. He groaned into our unified mouths at the sensation, fisting handfuls of my dark hair as I pressed myself against his fully hardened cock. It felt amazing even through clothing, jabbing into my stomach and I wondered how long he could keep it restrained before it burst from his trousers by itself like the monster it is.
He watched me dissolving with pleasure with his powerful eyes, the possibilities of what he could do with me were endless. And he would do every single filthy thing he could think of. It was only supposed to have been a one off, a rare slip of self control but I had plagued his every thought, preventing him from training, eating, even sleeping and he wanted to make me pay for it.
He released my mouth and tilted my head gently to the side, almost lovingly. His thick, juicy tongue trailed the length of my neck unbearably slowly. I shuddered against him, nauseous with anticipation. We hadn't moved like this before. Without warning he sunk his teeth into my flesh, nibbling and sucking my bronzed skin hungrily until he reached my ear.
"Emiko." my name had never sounded so strange, so alien to me, it didn't put me at ease like the familiarity of it should have done but it excited me in a way I could never have imagined. How had he even learnt it? It didn't matter. Hearing him call out for me made me ache with desperate need to pleasure him. He needed me badly.
His breathing was loud and wild just as my own was becoming, my fingers were clawing their way through his trousers towards the sweet release we were both craving. I released his enormous member from the confines of clothing, temporarily upgrading its residency to my mouth. Finally my sense of hunger returned, now I knew exactly what I wanted to eat. I savoured its unique flavour and impressive length before gobbling it all greedily into my mouth, he gasped, he must have been as surprised as I was that it all fit.
His balls nestled perfectly into my small hands. I massaged them to the fast rythym I had found myself gliding to along his member, he groaned and pumped himself even harder into my mouth. He surrendered to lust, he couldn't hold back any more. His fingernails dug into my skull, his hips thrusted violently at me until I almost gagged on the hot seed he unleashed, it was more than a mouthful but I swallowed every last salty drop gratefully.
I was shocked. He was still harder than granite. His cock was still throbbing with an urgency, it had unfinished business.
"Turn around. Hold on." he commanded breathlessly through harsh pants, he still hadn't recovered from his orgasm, his body was trembling like a drug user that needed more of his fix. I clutched the fence behind me. Oh God. Dozens of people flocked by our alleyway every minute, we could get caught at any moment and he was pulling my smart trousers down.
"Mmm." he praising my moistness, so far he had barely touched me and yet my white panties were soaked through. I released a sharp gasp. A finger had slipped through my underwear and penetrated me, it circled my clit momentarily before retracting. I whimpered in disappointment and turned back to see why he had stopped. Had we been caught? No. The same finger was in his mouth, consuming my juices.
"Really good." I thought I heard him mumble.
I held the fence and he held my hips, suspending me in mid air, the deep penetration we could achieve in such a weird position was mind blowing and he could control everything about it. He pulled almost completely out and I braced myself. When he plunged back in he filled me completely and I released a scream so loud it left my lungs breathless.
"Yes! Oh-!" My pussy tightened around his cock like a vice, I was so close and he knew it.
"My name is Sasuke, I want you to say it as you come."
His sudden demand surprised me and I lost my grip on the fence, one of his hands shot forward to catch me but somehow I had steadied myself. In fact, with my head lower and my ass sticking up in the air I had invented an even better position! He thrusted into me vigorously. Faster, faster, harder, harder. It took all my strength to prevent him from crushing my face against the concrete floor but damn it was worth it. Pleasure surged through my veins, pulsating through me at an alarming rate until my entire body was jolting through my own orgasm. Forget saying his name, I chanted it over and over, I didn't stop screaming it until I gradually floated down from a state higher than the clouds.
Our combined orgasms spilled from my aching pussy and drizzled down my legs when I stood back up and stumbled into his waiting arms, my head was still spinning.
He handed me my trousers but not my underwear.
I held my hand out for my panties that he was stuffing into his pocket.
"What?" he was deliberately acting dumb.
I pointed to what I wanted, not at his groin surprisingly. My voice seemed very hesitant to make an appearance. The longer we stood alone together the more embarrassed I became, it felt very odd to be with him and not having sex.
"Oh, these? I think I earned them."
Who knew Sasuke was so kinky, eh? hehe.
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