Itachi was different from Kakashi. He was dominant like the white haired fox, but more in tune with my feelings. He was gentle, yet firm. His bangs tickled my nose as our lips clashed together in heated desperation. His lips tasted...sweet. With a flick of his wrist my hair tie was pulled effortlessly from my hair and flung across the room. My long hair fell over my shoulders like a waterfall. Did he like long hair? Of course he did, look at his hair.
His hands worked to take off my sparring gear and it all landed one by one with a heavy thud on the floor. He paid careful attention to our passionate kisses while he did this, and every time his fingers touched me a jolt of electricity shot through me. All I could think about was him throwing me against the wall and having his way with me. I would do anything to hear him tell me I'm a good girl. I hated that such silly words had such an impact on me. It wasn't fair. Once all of my sparring gear was thrown away and forgotten, Itachi picked me up by my hips and thrusted me on my desk. I yelped in surprise but he was unfazed. He was focused on getting my pesky clothes off.
After a minute trying to be delicate with my top, he just gave up and ripped it open and my breasts bounced out. I gasped disbelief at him, but his eyes were locked on to my bra. He bit his lip at the sight before him and was immediately back on me, kissing me and tenderly exploring my breasts over my bra. I hummed in satisfaction at his precise touch, he knew exactly where to squeeze and where to tease. His lips strayed from mine and found themselves nibbling on my ear, earning a small exhale from me. How could something that small feel so good? Fuck, I could get used to this.
Two great men in a row? I must be royalty.
I grabbed his top and maneuvered it off without Itachi having to break contact with my body, tossing it aside my sparring gear. My greedy fingers reached out to his chest, exploring every inch of exposed skin that I could, enjoying his stifled hums of anticipation. I reached down to his pants and cupped his rock hard cock.
Holy shit.
This was going to hurt.
Itachi let out a tight grunt when I started rubbing my hand against his cock. He bucked his hips into my hand while leaning down to suck on my neck, earning a small moan from me.
God im such a whore, that feels so good.
The gorgeous man slipped his hands into my ripped shirt and reached around to unsnap my bra, his chilly fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. I pulled the front of his pants down to expose his arousal and gently started stroking it as he pratically ripped my bra off. He groaned into my neck as I stroked him. I couldn't help but revel in him and his expertise on pleasing me. My pussy had a harder heartbeat than my own right now, and my panties were soaked. He leaned down and began kissing and sucking on my breasts as he bucked his hips against my hand that was stroking him. He was giving me so many hickeys. I won't be able to cover this all up! How annoying.
Itachi hissed through gritted teeth and straightened up enough to become face to face with me. His lips were less than a second away, I wouldn't mind if he kissed me again.
"I cant wait any longer."
I opened my mouth to respond but his hand was around my throat again before I could even say anything. He stood straight up and slammed my back against the desk so I was completely exposed and at his mercy. He yanked my bottoms and underwear off in one swift motion, and he towered over my naked body laying on the desk. Lust filled his eyes, and he smirked at me.
"Look at you. Seeing you like this makes me want to do bad things to you."
His words hung heavily in the air and it was like music to my ears. Yes, Itachi. Do bad things to me. I want that.
He tightened his grip on my throat and thrusted my legs open so he could position his enormous cock at my entrance. I clasped his hand with mine, urging him to go on. He lifted one of my legs with his free hand and slid inside. We both let out an involuntary moan at the sensation. I could feel him spreading my walls open to accommodate him, thank God I was wet or he wouldn't have fit.
It took him a few strokes in and out to spread my walls enough to accommodate him, but once he could fuck me with ease he did not hesitate. He braced the arm that was holding my thigh up on the desk and tightened the grip on my throat as he fucked me. His grip was so tight I couldn't make any noise, so I was left to lay there and enjoy the feeling of getting absolutely railed by this man. His noises weren't as noticeable as Kakashi's but fuck they were just as good. He was fucking me hard enough to move the desk with each stroke, but he didnt care. We were both filled with such ecstacy that we didn't seem to notice it. Or care. If I hit my head on the wall then I did, simple as that. Each time he pounded into me he hit my cervix, and surely by now it was bruised. If not, it was going to be. I dont know how long its been since Itachi had been intimate with anyone, but he still knew what he was doing.
My eyes rolled back in bliss as he suddenly threw my legs up on his shoulders to get deeper into my arousal. Fuck...that feels good.
That feels too good.
Oh shit.
I desperately tapped his hand that was still wrapped around my throat to get his attention, and he quickly let go of me. He didnt stop fucking me but gave me a look of concern.
"I-Itachi im gonna--"
"Good girl."
That was it. My eyes rolled back, I involuntarily arched my back, and I moaned his name loudly as I orgasmed on his huge cock. My vision went blank as I continued to bounce on his cock while riding that familiar high. He had a harder time hiding his moans when my walls pulsed with my climax.
"Look how wet you are, did that feel good?"
He smirked down at the absolute mess underneath him as he fucked me harder and faster to reach his own climax. I didn't have the strength to answer him, all I could do was bounce on him and groan in bliss. His strokes became more desperate and not long after me he crashed into his orgasm as well.
"F-fuck, Yohei..."
He groaned as he came.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the desk to keep him upright, and we both jumped when a loud CRACK echoed in the room. I shot up to look for the source of the noise, but saw nothing. Itachi was eyeing the desk and suddenly started laughing. I gave myself a moment to memorize that laugh, it was so genuine and melodic like I've never heard before. It was beautiful.
I followed his gaze and found the source of his amusement. The corner that he was holding onto now had a huge crack in it. My jaw dropped in disbelief, he broke my damn desk! We locked eyes and began laughing. It was a beautiful moment, and I did my best to memorize every detail. I may never get this chance again, I have to enjoy it while I could.
"I cannot believe you broke my DESK!"
I teased, running my fingers over the crack.
Itachi fixed his bottoms and his hair, smirking in satisfaction to himself. He shrugged, as if it was no big deal. The audacity of this man! I giggled and quickly put on my underwear and pants. I picked up my ripped shirt from the floor and held it up to him in question.
"What the hell am I going to do about this?"
I asked expectantly, trying to hide my amused look.
He shrugged again. "Tell Mr. Hatake i will replace his shirt."
My heart dropped. I fumbled the front of the shirt to see if he was just fucking with me.
No.
No no no.
Oh shit! I wore Kakashis shirt today?!
I groaned in defeat and embarrassment. Kakashi was going to kill me, and Itachi knew it was Kakashi's.
Fuck me!
