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“Is that piece of shit your boyfriend?”
Sakura hadn’t even noticed the man sliding up beside her until he spoke. She glanced at him, and then followed his gaze across the main floor of Jashin, the nightclub they were in.
Near the opposite wall, her boyfriend Kabuto stood engaged in conversation with a very pretty girl. He had been there for ten minutes, ever since he’d apparently “run into” her coming back from the restroom. As Sakura and the man beside her watched, Kabuto lifted a hand and tucked a strand of the girl’s hair behind her ear, and the girl giggled loud enough that Sakura could hear it. When the girl placed her hands lingeringly on Kabuto’s chest, he did nothing to stop her.
“Technically,” Sakura finally answered, not keeping the dour tone from her voice. Not that she really had any right to be upset. After all, instead of doing the smart thing and marching over to break up with him, she was just watching him flirt with someone else. And it’s not like he’d bothered to break up with her first, either. He seemed to enjoy having her as a girlfriend, as long as it didn’t keep him from doing anything he wanted to do.
And it clearly didn’t.
Sakura had only been dating him for three months, but things were already beginning to sour. It had seemed like a good move at first—he was good looking enough, seemed intelligent and witty. The only downside had been that he was one of her superiors at the hospital, but she had felt certain that he wouldn’t use that against her.
Dating was revealing another side of him. A cold, manipulative side. He hadn’t outright threatened her, but the one time she’d shown displeasure in their relationship, he’d implied that he’d make her regret it if she left him. She’d agreed to come out with him tonight because she’d still had a slim hope that maybe she’d misunderstood him and he wasn’t that bad, but that hope was gone now, and she wanted out. But she had no idea how to dump him without him retaliating, because she had become certain that Kabuto was exactly the kind of man to ruin her career over being rejected.
The man beside her spoke up again, interrupting her thoughts. “Is he really flirting with that girl right in front of you? More importantly,” and here he leaned a bit closer, “is he as bad at eating pussy as he looks?”
Sakura blinked, finally really looking at the man beside her for the first time. It wasn’t a question she had expected, and she fought the urge to laugh as the absurdity of it hit her. “How can somebody look bad at eating pussy?”
“I don’t know, ask your boyfriend.” He was smirking at her now. Handsome—much more handsome than Kabuto, but in a way that spelled dangerous. Not the kind of dangerous that ruined your career, but the kind that made your heart beat a little faster. All slicked-back silver hair and dark, suggestive eyes. The fitted pants and loose button down he wore were an unrelieved black, but it suited him. The smirk suited him, too.
Definitely not bad to look at. Definitely dangerous.
He seemed to be enjoying the view even more than she was. Looking her over appreciatively, he said, “What’s your name?”
“Sakura,” she replied, unsure why she answered the question, although it probably had something to do with the little thrill that had gone through her when he looked at her like that. Surprising herself, she asked, “What’s yours?”
“Hidan. Sakura, can I tell you something personal?”
She finally put down the drink that she had been sipping, curious in spite of herself. “What?”
“I am great at eating pussy.” His smirk hadn’t faded. He was even closer than before.
She rolled her eyes. “If you have to say that…”
He was apparently unphased by her lack of faith, because his dark eyes glinted with amusement. “I’ll fucking prove it anytime you want.” His voice got a little lower as he continued, “Let me buy you a drink.”
Her stomach fluttered. What the hell was that? She definitely wasn’t getting butterflies from some random dude in a club. It was just the tone of his voice, that’s all—it was so suggestive. Had Kabuto ever talked to her like that? “Why would I let you buy me a drink?” Sakura countered. “I don’t even know you.”
“Because you’re bored. And I’m not boring.” He jerked his chin toward Kabuto, who was still flirting with somebody else, damn him. “And that asshole doesn’t deserve to end up with you tonight.”
He was right on all counts. Sakura had really dolled herself up that night—little red dress, little black panties and bra, lace-topped thigh highs, high heels—all in an attempt to reignite her relationship with Kabuto, and he wasn’t even paying attention to her. But just because Hidan was right, it didn’t mean she was going to give in so easy.
“Don’t try to act like you’re not the bad guy here,” Sakura replied, holding back a smile. He was engaging in a lot of attempted girlfriend-stealing for somebody who wanted to act noble.
“You know, I may not look it, but I’m a very virtuous person,” he replied, not missing a beat. “Besides, even if I am the bad guy, at least I’m not some asshole who can’t eat pussy.”
Sakura laughed, unable to hide her amusement anymore. “You’re really not going to let that go, are you?”
He threw his hands up in the air. “I mean, how the fuck are you gonna go home with a guy who can’t eat pussy?”
His voice was loud enough that Sakura cringed and, without thinking about how familiar she was being, she clapped her hand over his mouth. “Be quiet!” she scolded.
She felt his lips move into a wide grin under her hand, and he took her by the wrist, pulling her hand down. “I like being loud,” he said unapologetically. He didn’t let go of her wrist, his thumb sweeping over her pulse point. “Have a drink with me.”
“I already have a drink,” she said, taking her hand back and gesturing at her nearly finished drink. She probably should’ve gone with that excuse in the first place.
“It’s almost finished. Finish it and have another one with me. A better one.”
She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her next question, but she couldn’t help it. “Why would it be better?”
He looked at her like the answer was obvious. “Because it’s from me.”
She tilted her head slightly. “What if I still don’t like you after one drink?”
He gave her a cocky smile. “I bet you’ll like me.”
“What are you betting?” Sakura was aware that she was playing along too much for it not to be flirting, but she was having a hard time caring. Not just because of how Kabuto was acting, but because she was having fun for the first time in what felt like forever.
There was also the fact that her recent sex life had been pretty lackluster, and it had been a long time since Sakura had had a really good orgasm. That was probably affecting her way more than she would like to admit, but the truth was simply that she was horny as hell.
Horny enough to tank her career? Sakura felt a bit insane for thinking that yes, she just might be.
“How about, if you don’t like me after one drink, I’ll leave you alone. But if you like me, you have to let me kiss you.” Hidan made the bet without a single hint of doubt or hesitation, watching her closely.
Sakura bit her lip and watched those distractingly purple eyes follow the motion. Glancing to her left, she saw Kabuto put his hand on the girl’s hip. Shifting her attention back to Hidan, she said, “Fine. One drink, and if you manage not to piss me off, maybe I’ll let you kiss me.”
What was wrong with her? This wasn’t like her at all.
But she knew. Revenge against her jerk boyfriend was what was wrong with her. Revenge, and a definitely hot, definitely bad guy that she didn’t want to find as charming as she did. Was she putting her career in jeopardy? Possibly—but the hot temper that Sakura had been ignoring was whispering in her ear now, telling her that it was time for her to take her life back.
Hidan was grinning again—a grin that was sharp at the edges, predatory. “There’s a problem, though. What if I piss you off and you still want to kiss me?”
If Sakura were being honest with herself, that was pretty much already true. Instead of admitting that, though, she turned her nose in the air and said, “Don’t push your luck. I’ll take that drink now.”
“Come on,” he said, turning away and heading toward the bar.
Taking a last slurp of her drink, Sakura set it down on the table along with a tip for the server and followed him. She glanced over her shoulder once at Kabuto, but he never looked at her. Scowling, Sakura returned her focus to Hidan.
He was already talking to two men who stood behind the bar: a larger man with long, dark hair, and a smaller man whose blonde hair was in a high ponytail. Whatever Hidan had been saying, the larger man ignored it as his eyes zeroed in on Sakura, and he asked, “Has this guy been bothering you?”
“Kakuzu…” Hidan growled warningly.
Sakura smiled at Kakuzu. “He’s not bothering me.”
“It’s unusual for him to approach anyone in the club like this,” Kakuzu continued, ignoring Hidan’s stormy expression. “Feel free to shoot him down in the harshest manner possible.”
“For fuck’s sake!” Hidan exploded. “Who do I have to blow to get my goddamn drinks?”
Sakura put a hand over her mouth in a futile attempt to hide her snicker. The blonde bartender came around Kakuzu with two drinks, setting them on the bar in front of Hidan and Sakura. Sakura took hers.
“Kakuzu, go count the money or something, and get the fuck outta of my bar, yeah,” the blonde man said. Winking at Sakura, he said, “Hi, I’m Deidara.”
“Aaaaaand we’re out of here,” Hidan said, jerking his head back in the direction they’d come from. “Follow me.”
Amused by Hidan’s inability to let her meet what appeared to possibly be his friends, Sakura nevertheless followed him, raising her voice enough to be heard. “Where are we going?”
“Up here.” Hidan led her up a few steps to a smaller area that was lined with cozy alcoves, and he brought her to one on the far wall. The alcove was small enough to be intimate, with one wide upholstered seat that had a small ‘Reserved’ sign on it.
Sakura picked up the small sign. “We’re not going to get in trouble sitting here?”
“Jashin is my club. We can sit wherever the fuck we want to,” Hidan said, unmistakable pride in his voice. “This area is reserved for me, anyway.” He sat on the left side of the seat, leaving plenty of room for Sakura to sit.
She didn’t reply immediately as she sat beside him, mulling over that information. He owned the club? That explained why he knew the men behind the bar. Hidan seemed pretty young to be a club owner, but Sakura didn’t actually know how old he was. But that didn’t matter anyway, right? She was just enjoying a drink.
A drink… and maybe a kiss.
Sakura peered at the dark liquid in her glass, complete with fruit garnish. “What’s this?”
“An old fashioned.”
“What’s in it?”
“Bourbon, and a whole bunch of shit that makes bourbon taste better. Try it.”
Sakura took a small sip, and the sweetness that rolled over her tongue was soon followed by a pleasantly warmth as she swallowed. Smiling at him, she said, “Okay, yeah, that’s pretty good.”
“I knew you’d like it,” he said, watching her. He had that smirk again—a knowing one, like he knew a lot about what she liked, despite barely knowing her.
“What are you drinking?” she asked.
“Just bourbon.”
Sakura plucked the cherry garnish from the glass and popped it into her mouth, secretly liking the way he watched the movement. She had to admit, it was nice to have somebody’s undivided attention. “So, you’re the guy who’s going to steal me away from my boyfriend, huh?” she asked.
So much for making small talk.
“You’re damn right I am.” The confidence in his voice was unmistakable.
She gave him an exasperated look. “What exactly is it that makes you so sure of yourself?”
He grinned. “I’m good looking, smart, and I know how to—”
“If you say ‘eat pussy,’ I’m going to kick you,” Sakura warned.
“—treat a woman,” he finished with what he probably thought passed as an innocent look. It didn’t.
“Right,” Sakura said dubiously. Tilting her head, she said, “So, you really don’t have a problem with the ethics of the situation?”
“What ethics?” He shrugged. “I think it’s a virtuous act to separate you from that idiot.”
A small laugh escaped her against her will. “There’s that word again.”
“Yep. I told you, I’m virtuous. Unlike him.” He jerked his chin in Kabuto’s direction, then returned his dark purple gaze to her. “If you were mine,” he said, “I would never take my eyes off you.”
She found herself unable to look away. In an attempt to keep things light, she teased, “Isn’t that more clingy than charming?”
“Shit, where I fall on the clingy to charming scale just depends on how hot you think I am.” He waited a beat and then grinned broadly, adding, “So you probably find me really charming.”
She tried not to laugh, and it came out as a snort instead. Oh no. She was starting to like him. It was one thing to find him hot, but actually liking him? Why on earth was she starting to like him? He was nothing like the guys she usually dated…
But maybe that was the point.
“Why are you so interested in me, anyway?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
“Have you seen you? For somebody as gorgeous as you to be left to a fucking moron like that is unacceptable.” There was appreciation in his gaze. “Are you really going to sit here and tell me you’re not having a better night now that you’ve got somebody who actually wants to give you their attention?”
The fact that he was practically echoing her earlier thoughts was not lost on her. Still, she couldn’t just admit that. “So, it’s just because you think I’m pretty? Maybe I’m really boring, or horrible in bed, and that’s why—”
He held up a single finger to stop her, and she noticed for the first time the dark green lacquer on his short, blunt nails. “That was just what brought me over here.” Lowering his hand, he continued, “That, and watching you watch him flirt with somebody else. I liked how you looked at him like you could knock him through a wall.”
She couldn’t stop herself from smiling at that. “So, you like me because I look like I could be violent?”
“Absolutely. I’m actually getting really disappointed that you haven’t given him what’s coming to him yet.”
“What am I supposed to do?” She took another sip of her drink, enjoying the sweet burn on her tongue.
“You could slap him,” he said. Then he perked up. “You want me to slap him?”
She huffed another laugh, enjoying the mental image. “Maybe.”
“Front or backhand? I’m a fan of a good backhand, myself. Nice and embarrassing.” He illustrated with a slow backhand swipe through the air.
She watched him with amusement that was becoming less reluctant by the moment. “Do you slap people a lot?”
“You’d be surprised how often. Most of the time it’s less of a backhand and more of a spank, though.” He was watching her, his grin slick.
Sakura’s mind filled with thoughts of what it would be like to be spanked by him, and her face went hot. Flustered and a little irritated about it, she looked away, quipping, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re kind of obnoxious?”
He laughed loudly, and it startled her into looking back at him. He didn’t look embarrassed at all as he said, “What do you think?”
“I think you’ve probably heard it more days than you haven’t,” Sakura said, her smile returning at the thought.
“So, you gonna tell me the reason you haven’t kicked the shit out of the dork with the glasses yet?” Hidan asked, settling back into his seat.
Sakura sighed. Maybe it would make her feel better to talk about it. At least that would give her time for her face to cool off. “His name is Kabuto. I’m a surgical intern, and he’s one of my superiors.” Hidan lifted both brows, and before he could say anything, she quickly continued, “Yes, I know that sleeping with my boss was a bad idea. But it’s too late now, and I think that if I break up with him, he’s going to make problems for me at work. So, now I’m just kind of hoping he’ll just lose interest on his own.”
Hidan made a disgusted sound. “Are you telling me you’re gonna sign up for shitty sex and disrespect for however long he feels like dragging you along for? You’re better than that.”
“How do you know the sex is shitty? And how do you know I’m better than that?” Sakura challenged.
“I have a sense about these things,” Hidan said loftily. “Also, it suits my purposes for you to be better than that.” He finished the thought with an entirely feline smile.
Sakura rolled her eyes, trying not to smile back. “You mean, because then I can choose you, right?”
“Exactly.” Nodding toward her drink, he said, “Your drink is almost empty.”
Sakura blinked at looked at the drink in her hand, which was at least half full. “I have plenty left!”
“No, you don’t,” Hidan insisted.
“You’re just trying to kiss me sooner,” Sakura guessed, giving him a suspicious look.
“So, you admit you’re going to let me kiss you when you’re done?” That curl at the edges of his lips was back. He leaned a little closer.
“I didn’t say that.” Sakura bit her lip, watching Hidan’s eyes drop to follow the motion.
“But you’re thinking about it,” he said, slowly raising his gaze back to hers.
Sakura could feel her face heating up again, and childishly answered, “So?”
“So…” Hidan lingered over the word as he leaned even closer. Lifting a hand, he extended a single finger and traced it down the curve of her cheek. “I guess you have to decide if you’re just gonna watch your asshole boyfriend all night, or if you’re gonna have fun with me.”
It was the fact that she had the sudden and absurdly horny impulse to turn her head and grab his finger in her teeth that sealed the deal for her. There was no denying her attraction to him. Frowning briefly, she finally tipped her glass back and downed the contents, feeling the warmth spread through her.
Hidan laughed. “You don’t have to drink that fast—”
She cut him off by closing the distance between them and pressing her lips briefly to his. Trying to deny the thrill that went through her, she pulled back and said, “There. Satisfied?”
“Fuck no, I’m not.” He caught her chin in his hand. “That wasn’t a real kiss.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Fine. Give me a real kiss, then.”
“You’re getting very demanding now,” he pointed out, looking pleased at the observation. “I like that in a woman.”
Sakura was about to tell him to stop messing around and kiss her already when he dipped his head and slanted his mouth over hers.
It was nothing like the first kiss, and nothing like what she’d expected. To her surprised, he didn’t just shove his tongue into her mouth like she was halfway expecting. Instead, he kissed her slowly, like he was savoring it, and Sakura let her eyes flutter shut as she surrendered to the feeling. As she softened to him, he parted her lips with his own, and when his tongue stroked hers, desire twisted in Sakura’s stomach that was new and very welcome.
Right when she thought he was about to pull away, he bit her lower lip, and she whimpered against his mouth, her pulse quickening.
He broke the kiss and leaned back, smoldering purple eyes watching her when she opened her eyes again. His gaze flickered from her eyes to her mouth, and he let out a coarse, “Fuck me,” before pulling her in again.
This time when he kissed her it was deeper, more demanding. He slid his fingers into her hair, tightening his grip to the point of near-pain, and Sakura relished the way it sent tingles over her scalp, down her spine. She could feel her pulse between her legs now, and as she fisted her hands in his shirt and pulled herself closer, he hummed his approval deep in his throat.
“Am I interrupting something?”
Sakura was so absorbed in the kiss that she didn’t register Kabuto’s voice right away. But then the bottom fell out of her stomach in a delayed reaction, and she abruptly straightened, pushing away from Hidan.
Kabuto stood in front of them, his expression dark. He wasn’t the kind of guy to start screaming in public, but he looked like he wanted to drag her off somewhere and read her the riot act.
Beside her, Hidan had a different reaction. He laughed. “Yeah, you really are interrupting,” he said with a sneer. “Guess this is what happens when you ignore your girlfriend, dickbag.”
“We’re leaving,” Kabuto announced, paying no heed to Hidan as he stepped forward to grab Sakura’s arm, pulling her off the seat.
Hidan sprang out of his seat just as quickly, but before he could do anything, Sakura gritted her teeth and slapped Kabuto’s hand off her arm. Hard. “Let go!”
Kabuto pulled his hand back, looking surprised. He didn’t even have the class to apologize for grabbing her.
“Atta girl,” Hidan said. “Hit his face next time.”
Kabuto glared at Hidan, and then at Sakura, his eyes angry slits. “This is really going to be great for your career, Sakura.”
“Yeah, well, you never really did much for my career, anyway,” Sakura retorted. And he hadn’t. She knew that she was probably just buying herself trouble, but she found it hard to care anymore. In fact, all she really felt in that moment was the wonderful realization that there was a light at the end of the dark tunnel that was her short and shitty relationship with Kabuto.
During this exchange, Hidan waved toward the entrance of the club. A large man peeled away from his spot in the shadows by the door and ambled over. Sakura was momentarily distracted by the sheer presence of him—he was huge, with short blue hair and three bent lines tattooed on each cheek. The white lettering on his black shirt spelled SECURITY.
“Kisame, get this asshole out of my club before I wreck his face,” Hidan said with distaste, gesturing toward Kabuto.
“Sure thing.” Kisame gave Sakura a very toothy smile and then turned toward Kabuto. “Hard way or easy way? Please say hard way. I’m bored.”
Kabuto shook his head in disgust, still focused on Sakura. “You know, you’re an even dumber bitch than I thought if you—"
“Excellent! The hard way!” Kisame loudly announced over the rest of Kabuto’s sentence, grabbing his arm in one huge hand and jerking it behind his back. Kabuto resisted and then made a high-pitched noise as Kisame applied pressure. “We’ll just be going now.” Kisame’s smile became a vicious grin as he marched Kabuto toward the door.
Hidan watched him go. “You know, I think I showed a lot of willpower not hitting that guy. What a punchable fucking face.”
Sakura watched them go, too, her mouth falling open slightly as the reality of the situation fully hit her. Everything had happened so fast, it was hard to keep up—was she single now? She was definitely single now. “I think I just torpedoed my career.”
Hidan turned to face her. “How does it feel?”
“…Pretty great, actually.” It was the truth. Sure, part of it might be because of that delicious drink he’d bought for her, but most of the high she was feeling was just the feeling of being free. No matter what happened at work on Monday, she would never have to be stuck in a bad relationship with Kabuto again.
“Good,” Hidan said. There was a challenge in his eyes. “What’s next?”
With her pulse still thrumming with adrenaline from the confrontation, Sakura just looked at Hidan for a moment. During that moment, she briefly weighed her options and tried to consider them rationally.
Then she threw all that out the window. “Is there anywhere we could be alone?”
Whatever Hidan saw in her expression made him smile that feline smile again, and without a word he grabbed her hand and turned away. Sakura followed him through the club, her hand clasped in his, unable to stop herself from tracing the strong lines of his back with her eyes, and the way they led down to a narrow waist and a particularly nice ass.
At the back of the club, Hidan led them up a short staircase to a black door. Digging in his pocket with his free hand, he produced a key ring and unlocked the door, opening it and preceding her into the room, finally releasing her hand. As the door shut behind them, they were plunged into darkness.
Sakura was about to say something when she felt Hidan’s body lean briefly into hers as he reached behind her, and with a clicking sound he turned on the light, revealing what looked to be a pretty normal office.
Hidan’s face was still close to hers, and he retracted his hand from the switch to run it down her arm as he looked at her. “This is about as much privacy as we’re going to get without leaving the club. What did you want to talk about?”
His voice was teasing, almost a taunt, and his eyes still held that challenge. They said he knew as much as she did that she didn’t want to talk. Sakura’s pride demanded that she scowl at him, but she pouted instead, watching the way his eyes dropped to her mouth again as she poked out her bottom lip.
“You’re teasing me,” she sulked.
He lifted a hand to cup her face, running his thumb over the swell of her pouting lip. Stepping into her, he lightly pushed her backward until her back hit the door. Lowering his head, he brought his mouth close to her ear. “When you pout like that, I just want to bite your lip. It makes me crazy.”
“What’s stopping you?” Sakura asked in a whisper.
He didn’t make her wait any longer before he kissed her again, and true to his word, he caught her lower lip between his teeth and tugged, humming at the soft noise she made. He soothed the bite with his tongue, and Sakura, still keyed up from the adrenaline of dealing with Kabuto, pulled it into her mouth, sucking on it.
Hidan slid a foot between both of hers, pressing forward until she was straddling his thigh. She slid her arms around his neck, rolling her hips into the delicious friction of his thigh between her legs, her face heating up—even as the rest of her welcomed it, there was a distant part of her mind that was shocked by the fact that she was now making out with someone other than the person she’d come there with.
Surprisingly, that only added to her excitement.
Kissing down her neck, Hidan nipped her sharply, and she moaned as he sucked on the same spot before murmuring, “I fucking want you,” against her skin.
“Hidan,” she breathed, her skin tingling in the wake of his hands as he slid them down to her hips, pulling her into him, and as Sakura grinded against his thigh she let out another soft moan. She could feel the way her panties were sliding against her, knew that she was already incredibly wet for him.
His hungry hands wouldn’t stay still, and even as one fisted in the fabric at the small of her back, the other slid up beneath her skirt, until his fingers were toying with the lace tops of the stockings that she wore. He tugged at her earlobe with his teeth and said, “When I fuck you later, you’re keeping these on.”
“Who says you’re going to fuck me?” Sakura taunted, even as she tilted her head to expose more of her neck to him.
He nipped her harder this time, making her squeak, and she could hear the dark grin in his voice when he said, “Oh, I’m going to fuck you. You’re going to beg me to fuck you.” She was about to argue when he pulled his leg back from between her legs, replacing it with his hand, his fingertips sliding up to brush against the sodden lace panties she wore. “Look at you. You’re fucking dripping, aren’t you?”
As he cupped her through her panties, the warmth of his hand bleeding into her core, she couldn’t stop the hungry little sound that came out of her. Still, she had her pride, and she said, “Maybe I’m always like that. Maybe it has nothing to do with you.” Her voice was breathy, and more than gave away her lie.
“Brat,” Hidan laughed, pulling the wet scrap of fabric down and sliding his hand inside. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers came in contact with her slick folds, and Hidan teased, “Does that mean you don’t want me to make you come, Sa-ku-ra?” A single, wet fingertip found her clit and slowly rubbed it.
“Oh,” Sakura keened as her body throbbed in response, and she rocked her hips toward him, but he wouldn’t give her what she wanted.
Barely touching her, still teasing her, Hidan said, “Guess you’re closer than I thought. Look how goddamn sensitive you are.” Bringing his mouth back to her ear, he said, “Tell me what you want, Sakura.”
Her pulse was throbbing between her legs, and she felt nothing but need. Rapidly losing the ability to be antagonistic, she let a little desperation creep into her voice. “Touch me—”
“And…?” he prompted, swirling his finger over her clit again.
“And make me come,” she added. Spreading her hands on his chest, she pushed him back enough to look him in the eye, regaining some of her fire as she said, “Now.”
She only had a moment to view the dark grin he gave her before he was devouring her mouth again, swallowing the cry she let out as his slick finger dropped lower and pressed inside her. With his thumb taking its place on her clit, slowly rubbing, he curled his finger inside her, stroking a spot that made her hips tilt toward him like they had a mind of their own.
Soon there was a second finger, both slowly stroking inside her, his thumb teasing her clit with unerring accuracy. Sakura mewled against his mouth, a tremor going through her as he played her body like he owned it. In that moment, maybe he did. She certainly wasn’t going to tell him that. With the hand that wasn’t between her legs, he slid his fingers into her hair, tilting her head back as he broke the kiss, his deep purple eyes on hers. “Do you like that, Sakura?”
Her hands fisted in his shirt over his chest, and she moaned, “More,” completely lost to the sensations he was producing in her body. He tightened his fingers in her hair until her scalp tingled with light pleasure-pain, and Sakura let out another needy moan, clenching around the fingers that were curling inside her.
“Mm.” Hidan gripped her hair a little harder. “I think you need somebody who’s going to be a little rough with you,” he purred. He started to finger her faster, his slick fingers thrusting inside her and then teasing her clit as he demanded, “Is that what you want, Sakura? Do you want me to take you home and fuck you rough?”
“Hidan—” she whined, spiraling higher.
His lips brushed her ear, his voice dripping with lust, his slick fingers relentless between her legs. “I’m gonna make you mine. Make you scream my name.”
Sakura whimpered, her entire body tightening. “I’m so close—”
“Damn fucking right you are,” Hidan hissed, fucking her with his fingers, his thumb back on her clit. “Gonna make you come right here, and then next time I’m gonna make you come on my tongue, and my cock—”
Sakura cried out wordlessly, arching against Hidan as she came hard, her pussy throbbing around his thrusting fingers. Her body was tight as a bowstring as electric waves of pleasure rocked through her, making her gasp and keen with each wave.
Hidan didn’t slow until she began to slump against the door, his fingers slowly stroking, drawing the last dregs her orgasm out of her. Lowering his head, he nipped at her neck again, and the small pinch of pain made Sakura throb around him.
Pulling back, he gave her a smug look as she panted. “I’ll just let you recover,” he said, in a voice that was particularly self-congratulatory.
“Asshole,” Sakura replied without even a little bit of venom, unable to hide her smile as she sagged back against the door and Hidan slid his hand out of her panties. Normally it would’ve pissed her off that she found his arrogance so charming, but she was still throbbing from an excellent orgasm, and that made her much more agreeable than usual.
Hidan placed one palm flat against the door beside her head, smirking lightly as he leaned into her, his nose brushing against her cheek. “I like the sounds you made when you came. I want to hear them more.” He lifted his other hand and briefly touched her lips, and Sakura could taste herself. “Don’t you want to know what I sound like when I come?”
It wasn’t like he was wooing her, or whispering romantic things in her ear. He definitely wasn’t the usual kind of guy that Sakura liked. But something about his words and the way he looked at her had her throbbing again, and before she could stop herself, she simply said, “Yes.”
“My car’s out back. My apartment is five minutes away.” His purple eyes were intense. “Let me take you home.”
At that point, there wasn’t even a question anymore. Sakura had torpedoed her career, her relationship, and also her morals. She wasn’t about to do all of that for only one orgasm. Especially if they were all going to be that good. So, she barely even hesitated before she replied.
“Let’s go.”