"You ready for that dance?" Sarada asked, trying not to let the urgency show in her voice.
Boruto didn't hesitate to set his drink down on the nearest table and offer her his hand. "Of course."
He guided her to the wooden dance floor at the center of the ballroom where several other pairs were swaying in time to the orchestra's music. The moment his palm found purchase on her low back, Sarada was reaffirmed in her decision.
Her memory of the way his hands felt on her body, the way his gaze melted her on the spot. It was all pleasure and no thoughts. That's what she wanted, to be free — even for a brief moment — from the near constant belittling of her own mind.
"I never trained in ballroom dancing," he confessed with a self-deprecating chuckle.
She wouldn't have guessed, but then again Sarada was focused on something beyond how well he led their steps. "It doesn't show," she told him. "How are you enjoying the event?"
"This is the highlight of my night so far. What about you?" The flirtatious smirk on his lips convinced Sarada that her proposal shouldn't be too tough of a sell.
"I'm actually rather tired of all these people. Maybe we could go somewhere quieter… like your place?"
Blonde brows rose in surprise at such a forward suggestion. But then his gaze flickered around the room, finding the fundraiser was already starting to wind down. Boruto leaned in a little closer and whispered conspiratorially. "When should we go?"
"How about right now?"
The grin that broke out on his lips made her heart flutter. "You read my mind."
He led her off the dance floor with quick, eager steps toward the door. Sarada could feel her stomach turning in anticipation.
"Did you want something to drink?" Boruto asked, loosening his tie as he peered into his fridge. "I have some hard seltzer or white wine if that's more your thing."
When he glanced over to gauge her interest, Sarada was already unzipping her dress. He watched with rapt interest as she allowed the rose-colored tulle to gather in a pool at her feet. The only thing she wore underneath was a pair of peach-colored polka dot panties.
She froze at the surprised look on his face. Her cheeks flushed bright red, realizing maybe she was being a bit too forward seeing as they had only just barely got to his apartment.
"You… you said next time let's take our clothes off…" Sarada muttered shyly. She was about to shamefully apologize, but it only took him a moment to realize what she was referencing.
"I did say that, didn't I?!"
The next second Boruto slammed the fridge closed, tore his blazer off, and hurried over to her. She gasped when he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
"Ahhh! Don't manhandle me!" she squealed as he carried her down the hall into what she presumed was his bedroom.
"I manhandle you every day of the week," he countered with a playful slap of her ass. He kicked the door shut behind them before depositing her in the center of his bed.
Sarada was about to protest the rough treatment, but the lusty look in his blue eyes stole the breath from her lungs. The way his gaze practically devoured her naked body suddenly made her feel shy. Her hands twitched, tempted to cover up. But she simply couldn't move. Frozen by his heated stare as he peeled off his dress shirt and unbuttoned his pants.
Boruto knelt on the edge of the bed, navy trousers hanging loosely around his svelte waist. The mattress dipped as he leaned his weight into one hand, while the other reached for her lower leg and glided up her calf with a feather-light touch. He dipped his head to meet her, allowing his lips to follow the slow movement of his hands. He placed tender, reverent kisses against her skin trailing up her thigh.
Sarada instinctively held her breath in anticipation as his blue gaze lifted to meet hers with a silent question. Her cheeks flushed as she offered him a quick nod. With her assent, Boruto hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and peeled them achingly slowly down the length of her toned legs.
He maintained their heated eye contact as he tossed her panties off the edge of the bed without care for where they may land and nudged her trembling knees further apart. Sarada bit her lip, watching as he resumed his soft, wet kisses against her inner thigh, teeth grazing against her sensitive skin as he carefully inched upward.
All the thoughts of the fundraiser and others' expectations that had been weighing on her heart had been tossed out the window. All Sarada could think about was how good it would feel when he finally ceased this sweet torture.
Her hands fisted the sheets below her, shuddering at the feeling of his warm breath against her wanton pussy. "Please, please Boruto~"
Her breathless plea inspired a wicked smile to stretch across his lips, satisfied knowing his teasing was driving her mad.
Sarada inhaled a sharp breath when he finally dragged his hot tongue between her folds. His hands held down her jumping hips as he began lapping at her core with fervor.
Whimpered curses and praises spilled from her lips as that familiar pressure began coiling in her low belly. Each swirl of his skilled tongue made her grow dizzier.
"Ooh, oh fuck... don't stop!~" she mewled between panting breaths. Sarada feared she may feel embarrassed by her own desperation, but when he sucked on her tender clit her mind went blank. His unrelenting assault had her coming undone in a matter of minutes. Her fingers clawed at the sheets below her, writhing in sweet ecstasy as orgasm washed over her.
She relaxed against the bed, her body humming from the gratifying release. A sigh escaped her lips as his palms glided over her bare skin, taking his time as he made his way up her body. Sarada didn't even open her eyes before he smashed his lips to hers.
She reciprocated without hesitation as her hands found purchase on his broad shoulders. As their kiss deepened, something naughty and unexpected stirred her stomach at the taste of her own arousal on his tongue.
Sarada exhaled a soft moan as his hand captured one of her breasts, kneading at the sensitive flesh. A pleasant shiver shot straight to her core when he teased her hardened nipples.
His kisses were sensual and his touch all-consuming, but Sarada wanted more.
One of her hands trailed up his shoulder to tangle into his blonde hair (it had more product than usual, proving he had at least tried to tame it for the fundraiser) while the other slipped between their bodies, tugging at his trousers to remove the last layer separating them.
His hand abandoned her breasts to help with her task and their lips parted for a moment as Boruto maneuvered out of his underwear. Dark eyes flickered between their bodies, inhaling a shuddering breath at the evidence of his own arousal. She wet her lips at the memory of how euphoric it felt having him inside her, filling her with that stiff cock.
But then Sarada grew confused when his attention turned away. He reached beside her, rummaging in his nightstand drawer before he produced a square foil package.
Oh… right.
Boruto used his teeth to rip open the condom and rolled it down his hardened length without a moment to lose. "How do you want it?" he asked, his voice breathless in anticipation.
Sarada shook her head, having already resolved to surrender herself to his dirtiest whims. "However you want. Anything you want."
Boruto buried his face against her neck as a deep, lusty groan rumbled in his chest. "Ugh, are you trying to kill me?"
"Oooh~" she moaned in response, tilting her head to the side, allowing his hungry lips to pepper kisses against her pulse. Her heart was racing, overwhelmed by the feeling of his hard cock grinding against her still sensitive clit.
Boruto pulled back to look down at her flushed face, his half-lidded blue eyes clouded with desire. "I can't stop thinking about you."
Her brow instinctively furrowed with skepticism, but she decided to believe him.
The way he looked at her. The way he touched her. Boruto made her feel desirable, made her feel worthy. In that moment, Sarada didn't want to question him, she wanted to enjoy herself and savor this rare escape from her intrusive thoughts.
"I can't stop thinking about your big cock inside me," she mewled, rocking her hips up to meet him.
His eyes darkened. She could feel him teasing her slick entrance with the head of his cock. "Oh yeah? You want this?" he husked.
She nodded immediately, her expression pained with longing.
"Say you want it."
"Ugh, Boruto, please! I want it!" she cried, throwing her head back into the pillows. "I want it so bad, ple—"
Her words cut off with a sharp gasp as he pushed his hips forward, sinking inside her wet heat. Her eyes rolled back with a shameless moan, the stretch of his thick cock made her mind foggy with pleasure.
Boruto hooked his arm under her leg, encouraging her to rest it on his shoulder as he began rocking his hips against hers. The new angle allowing him to hit all the places that made her melt.
Her eyes clenched shut, focused on the sensations. But Sarada could feel him watching her.
No matter the situation, it always felt like he was watching her.
"I look at you when you dance with me, I look at you when you dance by yourself. Hell, I look at you even when you're not dancing. But I'm starting to realize you and I don't see the same thing."
What did he see?
And should she be embarrassed by it? Especially now having her most intimate parts exposed to a colleague, her bare body she usually tried so desperately to hide.
But somehow, Sarada didn't hate her body when Boruto touched her.
"Please, fuck… please," she whispered. Each drag of his cock had her climbing toward another climax. His hand gripping her thigh tightened, and she knew she would have to be more specific. Her dark eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze. "Harder~"
The command seemed to get him even more worked up. He leaned forward, effectively folding her in half. Boruto picked up his pace, snapping his hips against hers over and over. "God, you like it rough, don't you?"
She didn't know how she felt about the salacious smirk that accompanied the question, but Sarada couldn't really deny it when her wet cunt was clenching his cock tighter with each brutal thrust.
She woke in the early hours of the morning, naked, sore and in a bed that wasn't her own. Sarada pinched the bridge of her nose, unsure if the pain throbbing in her head was a slight hangover from drinking on an empty stomach last night or her brain punishing her for being such a stupid slut.
She turned over, shoved her face in a pillow, and resisted the urge to scream. WHY?! Why would she invite herself over to his house, strip down naked, and then offer herself to him — no, not just offered, she begged him to fuck her — like she had no goddamn self-respect!?
With the hedonist spell Sarada was under last night, she probably would have let him do anything he wanted to her as long as it felt good and numbed her thoughts. It was mortifying! This behavior was below her!
Prima ballerinas don't lose control like that! And they certainly don't whore themselves out to the first guy who's nice to them!
Hot tears stained his pillowcase as Sarada realized this painful combination of guilt and shame wasn't new. It just usually followed her incidents of overeating.
She lifted her head, her dark eyes sliding over to a naked Boruto sleeping soundly beside her in the bed. A sheet concealed his lower half, but she watched his muscular back rise and fall with steady breaths.
When she lost control and ate too much food, she had methods for getting rid of it to help remedy some of the shame. But after indulging in Boruto, she didn't know what to do.
How was she supposed to get rid of him?