A/N- It's been too long, hope you enjoy if you're still around friends. THANKS!
SAI POV
The truth was, he didn't think he could stop and although he was the sober one between the two—he felt…gone.
In a sense that—he felt he didn't have to hide his true nature.
For the greater part of his life, he's always been contained—by the book. Order is a very coveted thing for him and in many aspects of his life he required it. As an orphan he was taught not to get attached to worldly possessions or having people. Those types of relationships were transient, intrinsic value and dignity-however, was eternal.
The only thing that mattered were his abilities and how useful he could be. How much of an asset he could be to his previous employers and what kind of mark he would leave in the end. Possessing the skills and knowledge to get ahead had always been the best thing about him.
Even Danzo, his poor excuse of an adopted father would acknowledge his maturity when he was a child. His curiosity, his ability to catch on quickly to things—his strength.
The one thing he didn't possess to stop himself from grabbing the hips of the woman straddling him in the backseat of his car.
He watched her crawl her fingers down her torso to the hem of her T-shirt and in a swift motion she peeled the damp cloth from her body and up over her head. It wasn't surprising that she hadn't been wearing a bra—throughout the day he had been aware of her nipples pebbling through her shirt.
Only to see them now and realize his imagination did them no justice. Her nipples were pert and rouged—her breasts' perky and quite delicate. They were neither huge nor small but the moment he saw them, he engrained that memory in his mind and packed it away for later, along with the lovely expanse of her throat.
Although he'd like nothing more than to start an exploration around both, he was already having a bit of an issue with the throbbing head of his cock—grazing the lower taut part of her stomach and driving him fucking crazy.
The sound in his chest felt like the deafening plummet of bombs. Every drop making him more and more anxious and wary of himself.
Her bedroom-celeste eyes avoided his and the darkness absorbs the blonde shocks of her hair. She began undulating her body as his fingers slid that sinfully short skirt up her thighs and over her hips.
Her rain dampened skin felt silky against his fingertips and he couldn't even help himself when she clumsily fell against him—he simply took that moment to drag his fingers up under that skirt and explore the smooth rotund shape of her ass. He stretches out his hands to cup as much of her as he could, groping her flesh.
She let out a shaky sigh-like moan and he was painfully aware of all the blood rushing and solidifying into a single point.
Emboldened by the sounds of pleasure huffing from her lips, he sunk down in the chair and began steading her hips and positioning her right where he needed her.
Like a bloodhound he finds it impossible to ignore that scent of hers. Cigarette ash, the cheap motel shampoo that permeated the moistened air between them—with a spritz of something he couldn't pinpoint. These were all smells he had come to associate with Ino Yamanaka. The muscles in her hips shifted beneath his fingers and he felt her plop right on top of him.
The friction was brief—for him.
And although he's submerged in the clinch of her thick warm juices—he understands his girth has always been a bit much for most of his partners. He usually combatted this issue with plenty of foreplay.
"Fuck—god dammit…" Ino hisses, her lips are half-open languorously as she pulls away slightly and starts to finger her clit in a circular motion.
She convulses helplessly and seems simply so small on his lap like this. Since he had met her—her presence seemed so grandiose in the grand scheme of things. She talked so much—she was simply vulgar, and he had never met someone so brash about their sexual prowess.
It's not often that he finds someone who means it.
Most Japanese women were quite demure when it came to affairs such as these but not her.
One of the things he liked right off the bat.
It should bother him how much he enjoyed the slight discomfort on her face. The way he could feel the bones under her skin shaking. She felt tight around him, like a rubber band thinning—like she'd pop.
His body tremored with impatience and the moment he came off the seat she gasped—so loudly it cut through the quiet atmosphere of the car.
She froze up the moment he thrusted up, the slap was paralyzing and the one that followed felt somehow more disrespectful.
Even in agony he admired how undeniably beautiful she was—her swollen red lips, the way her platinum lashes fluttered, and her eyes bore into his inquisitively, brows low in a frown of concern. Her bones were tensed and so were her insides.
He wove his arms around the small of her back, and he could see the dread darkening her eyes—the way she gasped in surprise.
"Sa-. ", She choked out in reluctant resistance, her palms flat against his shirted chest.
"You've come up with a safe word?" he asks, staring in her face.
Ino's POV
HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK….KING FUCK!
She swallowed hard, hoping that would soothe her nerves but her legs were frantic. She was not prepared for the extent of the burn after doing that death drop—though her minds toxic trait was thinking she could take another one. If Ino hadn't been so immersed in her own discomfort she would have realized that Sai wasn't the least bit surprised about her backtracking. Instead she simply grimaced and willed her body to not make a big deal about it.
Though she could barely fucking breath after only getting half of him in, it startled the fuck out of her to think about the whole train...dismantling the walls of her tunnel.
How the absolute fuck is this fun for anyone...
"I've never needed a safe word and I don't now, I'm just a little rusty. Ya know, from not being fucked in like two years." She lied confidently.
The windows are fogged and the rain continues its peaceful deluge against the rooftop of the car. Every now and again they could hear the distant voices of strangers and tires milling around the gravel within the parking lot.
She often thought one of his friends would get curious of why they hadn't come back yet—and totally stumble across them in the parking lot. It surprised her that Sai wasn't the least bit concerned about getting caught, considering he seemed to be very secretive about the entire situation.
Honestly though, she'd rather his friends not think she was a complete fucking whore—though she had the sneaking suspicion that they probably suspected her as much.
But still, she gave a shit anyway.
Sai seemed to have a reputation amongst his friends, very stoic…calm and mysterious. There were a lot of things he had done today that told her that he wanted to keep their arrangement on the down-low. He hardly made any physical contact with her around any of his friends, in fact he made a point of telling everyone that they were simply friends.
And who could blame him? What fucko would be proud to admit they hired someone to fuck them—not that he even needed to.
Which may have made it even worse.
Sai's spicy cologne had this way of calming her and scaring her—though she hadn't been aware of the 'scary' part until this very moment.
His pupils were sharp and black…his irises a pool of deep gray. There was none of that concern on his face, in fact, he looked like an entirely different man in the dark. Still devastatingly sexy…but a bit more—at ease, open, feral, slightly smug.
Deidara's poisonous brew might've caused her brain to swivel within her skull a few times, but she hadn't been entirely unaware of her actions nor his.
"I just, don't want to get too carried away and hurt you." Sai admits, though his voice sounds rough about it.
"Oh please shut the fuck up!"
She articulated with amusement bunching up the shirt stretched across his broad chest. They looked one another in the eye and Ino can't even get over the way his tongue slid over his lips,
"If it's too much too soon, I can go slower...be gentler."
Ino rolls her eyes, "You really are a cocky son of a b-"
Slap.
It stunned the absolute shit out of Ino. The impact of that thrust should have shattered a window but instead it shook her to the core and she felt a heavy feeling descend onto her chest. Irritation and shock contorting into inexplicable anger.
A roar leapt from her throat and with it her hands slid up his toned throat. The action was impulsive, but it alleviated some of the pain that came with that terrorizing stroke.
Her stomach felt a pressure that brought on some discomfort, and a tickle tiptoed up her spine.
"I know," Sai grunts softly against the shell of her ear thrusting once more—his hot breath skittering across her face, and he says it promptly again, with the next one.
And the next one.
And the next one.
The more it happens, the easier it becomes to unclench—though the pain still remained after the fact.
Ino melts like butter under the control of those callus fingers gripping the back of her neck firmly. The way she could feel the rings on his fingers cooling her flesh.
A single arm around the waist held her down like the iron bar of a ride and then he pistons into her relentlessly. A cadence of both patience and impatience.
"Oh my fuckinggg gah…"
Somewhere along the way, he began hitting a spot that almost made her want to scream—though she simply buried her face in the column of his throat and bit. His breath fluctuates, his hands bunch up her hair so tightly it stings, and he pulls her closer in a vise-like grip.
The spot was undeniably sensitive. Her skin an electric fence of tantalizing shudders. She felt so fucking close, an onslaught of pleasure begins to bombard her lower abdomen.
"I'm gonna come…"
She whimpered breathlessly.
Everything felt like too much and she was positive the alcohol added a little something to the mixture because she wanted to puke her lungs out.
The way his strokes kept getting longer and thorough, like a wave pulling her deeper and deeper into the sea. Wet squelching met her ears almost every time he packed himself in—his skin flush against hers.
Her insides convulsed uncontrollably, and the Sai freezes abruptly.
What the heck..
Muffled voices, closer this time.
"Shit…" Sai murmurs, letting go of Ino to inch toward the window. Ino blew and smacked hairs from her face, trying to get an understanding of why he stopped. She watched his profile as he stared out the window with his head cocked to the side. "Think they're calling it a night...maybe we should too."
His jaw tensed and she could see the fine muscles constricting in his neck. His fingers glides through his hair and wisps of hair still sprung forward over his forehead and eyes. A barrage of tremors took her skin and the heavy presence of his dick inside of her made her even hornier although she was quite horrified a few moments ago. She realized it has been quite some time since she had been with a man, and even longer since she had met someone this well endowed.
The pain was to be expected but she really needed to fucking climax-after all this time, she deserved some relief. Rather than let the voices deter her from getting off, she took matters into her own hands—pulling herself slightly off Sai's engorged dick and then slamming down on him.
Fucking urgh. Still hurts but so good.
Ino hadn't been intimate with anyone in so long—she had forgotten how liberating it could be. Especially when she got to ride. She chases the pleasure with crazy abandon, gripping her tits and feeling the foundation of the vehicle shakes.
The ends of her hair tickle her back and then she realizes Sai's attention is back on her again even though the voices grow louder.
Some laughter, hooting and doors being slammed shut.
Sai simply sits there slumped and watching, until his fingers began skimming their way up the curvature of her sides and back down to her hips. Ino could see a glimpse of the Sai she had come to know. Calculated, concerned—mysterious...quiet. He traces the contours of her skin in silent awe. The dark hair gentle over his face.
The two never break eye contact, even as a shadow passes near the window.
And before Ino can stop herself, she leans forward and kisses him and was instantly met with his refusal in the form of a death grip around both her arms. He yanked her off so quickly her head nearly snapped, his arms quiver-breath heavy.
"No."