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She loved how warm the sun felt on her bare chest, her button-up sundress unbuttoned all the way down. It made her feel giddy and carefree.
She loved how hot his hands felt as they pressed down on her inner thighs. It made her feel trapped and powerless.
She loved how searing his tongue felt as it stroked her pussy, inside and out. It made her feel wet and so, so fucking good.
"Mmph.. Renji, my back is starting to burn," she panted.
He looked up, gave her clit one last suckle and stepped back. She rolled over onto the other side of the hood of the car, her breasts now feeling the heat of a cooling engine. He slid her sundress off of her shoulders and tossed it onto the hood where she had previously lied; she was stark naked except for her strappy wedge sandals. He had hated having to undo all of those buttons down the front of her dress but he had a new-found appreciation for their usefulness now. He also appreciated the sight of her fine, smooth ass bent over the front of the car, her pussy lips glistened as she waited for him. His musing lasted but a second as he returned to the task at hand – being inside her.
A gentle autumn breeze glided over her, prickling her skin as its coolness contrasted with the warmth of everything else around her. The rustling sound of the field of orange, yellow and pink cosmos calmed her just slightly before Renji sent her heart rate skyrocketing again. Her moans rolled off nearby petals and leaves, and got carried away by the wind, never reaching anyone else's ears, not that anyone was nearby. Yamanashi Prefecture was a bit of a drive for them but the scenery and privacy were truly unbeatable. Something about feeling insignificant and vulnerable in the presence of open fields and the ever magnanimous Fuji-san while having her brains fucked out really became sort of a kink for her, discovered fairly recently. They initially partook in such activities on small roads nestled between rice paddies in Saitama, but when they had more time, they drove out farther. Sometimes, on quick getaways, they'd fuck in the backseat or she'd ride him in the driver's seat.
Seconds after he blew his load inside of her, she pushed him away and squatted in front of him, her pussy leaking both of their fluids onto the dirt. Just as she was licking the cum off of his cock, his phone rang. When he answered it, she not only continued licking but started to suck a little too, her eyes watching him for a change in expression. One of her small hands moved down to cup his balls, gently massaging them. She picked up the pace when he finally noticed what she was up to and he gave her a disbelieving glare. He tried to casually end the call as soon as possible. He then gave a curt "Yes, sir!" and hung up.
"Rukia!" he sighed, exasperatedly, "What the fuck?! That was the boss! What if he figures it out?!"
Pausing mid-lick, she said, "Even if he does, nothing will change. We love each other too much to divorce. He knows I love no one else."
Renji bristled at her answer, bitter and jealous of Byakuya. "That so?"
He bared his canines and while tilting her chin up with one hand, he angled his dick onto her lips with his other hand. "Finish what you started, bitch."
She chuckled as he eased himself back into her mouth. Even if Renji was hurt and angry, he still treated her delicately. She rewarded his sweetness with a hummer.
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They hurried back to the Kuchiki estate as Byakuya had summoned them to return. They headed to his office as he had continued with his work until they arrived. Rukia sat in one of his guest chairs as Renji stood beside her, his hands clasped in front of him and his suit looking crisp. Byakuya signed a document with a flourish, set it on his "finished" pile and grabbed the next report.
Without pausing in his work, he stated, "Renji, you will be refining your skills in Okinawa for the next month. You leave tomorrow morning. See my secretary for details."
"Yes, sir!" Renji bowed and left the room.
Putting down his pen, he looked at Rukia. "Rukia, your temporary guard is Madarame Ikkaku."
She heard a soft rustle from the side of the room where said person stepped forward. He did not look like a very amiable type, bald head and stern expression and all. He silently nodded his greeting to Rukia.
"Madarame-san, I'd like to speak privately with my husband. Please wait in the car," she smiled at him. He bowed and exited.
Rukia turned to Byakuya. "How has your day been? Busy as always? I worry about you."
"This much is nothing." Byakuya picked up the next document that required his attention and began reading. He hated whenever she gave him that concerned look because it meant his heart willed him to give in to her next command. He steeled himself to avoid her eyes.
"A break every now and then isn't such a bad idea, wouldn't you agree?"
He heard her soft footsteps approach his desk and tried to focus even harder on the words on the page.
She stopped right beside him and gently turned his chair so he faced her. He dreaded this very moment, like a child about to be scolded by his mother. She leaned forward to pet his tie, admiring the fine weave of its black on black pattern. She bent farther to kiss him softly on the lips.
"Rukia, this behavior is unbecoming of the both of us. I, especially, have to set a good example as council and representative of the nation."
He tried to turn back to his work but she pulled on his leash.
"Oh? And who within these walls would bear witness to our disgrace?" For dramatic effect, she swept her gaze across the otherwise unoccupied office.
He frowned as he could not materialize a counterargument.. So much for his law degree.
Silently celebrating her victory, she smiled into their deep kiss. She caressed his torso as her hands made their way to liberating his growing erection. Having done so, she turned his chair and moved between Byakuya and his desk, gathering her skirt up into her arms and seating herself on his lap with a gasp. She supported her weight by leaning forward onto his desk.
"My apologies Byakuya-sama, foreplay will have to wait until we are at home."
Byakuya shifted himself closer to the edge of his seat so he could spread his legs more, allowing Rukia to envelope more of his base. His hands on her hips guided her speed as her legs began to tire. She had been moaning into the bunched fabric to muffle herself but the way she fell silent and the stiffening of her posture was indicative that she was close to cumming. He quickly turned her around so she straddled his hips. She was about to wrap her arms around his neck when he pushed her to lean back, making her rest her elbows on the desk. His hands at her hips prevented her skirt from obscuring his view as he fucked her, the material whipping to and fro beneath her.
"I need the sight of your face as you cum to get me through the rest of today."
She noticeably clenched her walls at that admission, consequently causing Byakuya to hasten. Once more, Rukia's heavy panting ceased as her body stiffened. Her brow furrowed deeply and she clenched her teeth as she came, holding her breath in attempt to not hiss too loudly. Byakuya continued pumping into her until he came. Her lower half spasmed in another orgasm with his prolonged assault, and her body was so starved for oxygen that she was gasping for air.
He ran his hands back and forth over her smooth legs and stomach, then skipped up to fondle her breasts. God, he wanted to fuck her some more, and he knew she'd happily comply, but she had already had him eating enough of his own words. He'd much rather quickly get home and eat her.
He pulled her to him for an embrace and kissed her softly all over her face. Once her mind cleared, she stood up and tried to brush the wrinkles out of her dress. Then it dawned on him: she wasn't wearing any undergarments. He tried not to think about what she and Renji might have been doing prior to their arrival to his office, but it made him exponentially relieved that Renji will be away for a month. He was fairly confident he'd have no worries of this nature with Madarame. Mollified, they parted with a kiss and a promise to revisit an extended version of their tryst later.
A/N: hisashiburi! life got super busy and will continue to be super busy but hopefully I'll be able to work on this more now. thank you to all who have stayed and added my work to your lists! please R&R!