Temptation (NEW)

Chapter Ten

We didn't stick to our plan at all in regard to our meet-up schedule. The original plan was every other day unless we finished early. Sasuke and I met up every single day this week. We finished our project, at least, but we definitely did other things. It's nice that Sakura is distracted about the school party that is happening this weekend. It means I get to entertain her boyfriend in his freetime.

Now it's Friday night and I'm in his bed again. I got to know other parts of his apartment earlier in week, though. Sex in the kitchen. Sex in the living room, but not on the couch. Sex in the shower. We even had sex on his study desk. I've left my traces all over this place. I wonder if he ever thinks of me when I'm not around. Do little things send images into his head? Does he smell me on his pillows? Does he just think of the sex or is there more to it?

I think I've made the mistake of thinking of him more. He has some department store abstract painting on his wall in his kitchen. Whenever I look at it, I always think it looks like a distorted sunset. Because of that painting, whenever I look at the actual sunset...I think of him. I think of what it'd be like to watch one with him---together in our own perfect world. I've devised some idea of him in my mind that I can't seem to shake. We are only ever intimate during sex. Like right now, he's holding my hands as he rides me. I cling onto these little moments because it all disappears once it's over. We go back to civil strangers, if that's what you can call it.

"Fuck," he grunted, bringing me back to reality. "I'm gonna cum."

I felt his cum drip onto my stomach. His eyes were squeezed shut, but his hands were squeezing my own tighter. I wanted to hold onto this moment a little longer. This is all I can ever get out of him.

He slid off of me once the wave went ripped through him, and he rested beside me on the bed. His breath was labored a bit and he was trying to even it out. Weirdly, I felt numb right now. I knew what was coming next.

"Do you want to finish?" he asked, draping his arm over me. His fingers were stroking my chest and slowly making their way down to my lower half. "I can help you."

I did want to finish and feel the euphoria that comes from an orgasm at the hands of Sasuke, but instead I said, "No, I'm okay."

He rose up and cocked an eyebrow at me.

"You good?" he asked. "You're usually trying not to bust before me."

Not sure if that was a jab at my ego or if he's genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, I'm good," I assured, sitting up beside him. "Just have a lot on my mind."

"Tch, you don't like me anymore?" he sarcastically replied.

I want so badly to say I did like him. It wasn't just the sex that I liked, either. If I admitted it, he'd surely shut me down. He wasn't looking for commitment. Keeping Sakura around is far more important to him than actually being happy. I have to be content with this if I want to keep him around.

"You're full of yourself," I joked, playfully shoving him. That's all I could really say to him.

"I could be full of you, instead," he flirted, crawling back on top of me.

"Oh? You want more, huh?" I grinned.

He nodded feverishly, pinning me against the mattress. God, it's impossible to resist him when he's like this. It didn't take me long to reverse our roles. One swift move and I had him pinned underneath me. I've noticed he likes when I show dominance over him. Maybe there's a whole psychology behind it, but it doesn't matter. All that I care about is watching that pretty face contort into pure pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he gasped.

From the look on his face, I don't think he meant to say that out loud. His cheeks flushed a deep red and he bit his lip instinctively. I like to think that after puberty got my body all sorted out, I ended up decently attractive. I do have the blonde hair and blue eyes thing going for me, too. I've been fairly successful in the pull-game department, but I still know I'm not the hottest person around. However, Sasuke is the hottest person around and he just told me that I was hot. I was stunned. We never really compliment each other like this, except for the occasional "Oh, that feels so good." This was only going to add to my confusion.

"You think I'm hot?" I questioned. Please picture my voice as the smallest and shyest voice you can think of.

I think he wanted to cover his face, but his hands were still pinned underneath mine above his head. All he could do was just flap his hands a little. I wasn't going to let him out of this so easily.

"Do you really have to do this right now?" he whined as his cheeks grew redder.

I could only stare at him. It felt like my brain was short-circuiting. I didn't know I needed this kind of assurance until now. I wanted him to admit it again. I wanted to know he was actually attracted to me.

It appeared he could see the desire for it in my eyes. I don't think he wanted to see how badly I needed him to say it again. He turned his head towards the far wall where his desk and closet was in his room. His breathing was increasing, probably from nerves or just plain frustration.

"I wouldn't fuck someone that was ugly, okay?" he huffed.

I guess I had to pry it out of him in a language that he only knew with me. Releasing one of his hands, I used my now-free hand to grab his chin and forced him to look at me. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, but my hand wasn't budging.

"Don't be shy," I urged. "Tell me what you really think if you want me to keep going."

"Tch," he scoffed with a smirk. "I think you're an asshole."

"You think you're funny, huh?" I chuckled, sliding my hand around his throat.

"Why should I stroke your ego?" he grinned in delight.

I leaned real close to him, only inches away from his face. A smile curled on my lips.

"Because I said so."

He liked that. I could see his eyes light up with excitement. I've come to know what gets him really riled up by now.

"You're really fucking hot," he whispered.

I crashed my lips into his, feeling absolutely triumphant. Needless to say, I ended up with my euphoric orgasm not too long after that.

Once we finished our round two, I noticed the time on his alarm clock. It was after midnight. My heart sank knowing that the fun was over for the night. It was only a matter of seconds before his switch flipped. I raised up from the bed to start gathering my clothes, but I felt his hand grab my wrist before my feet could touch the hardwood.

"It's late," he said. That's what he always says when it's time for me to leave.

"I know," I replied. "I was getting up to get dressed."

"Do you want to stay?" he asked, squeezing my wrist a little tighter.

Oh, Sasuke. You really know how to make my feelings a jumbled mess.

"Do you want me to?" I questioned for reassurance.

He answered by pulling back into the bed. His hand guided my arm to wrap around his waist. My chest was pressed to his back and I held him in a tight embrace. His body was so warm and comforting in my arms. We moulded together so perfectly. A perfect pair. It felt like a step in the direction that I wanted things to go. I was happy. So, so happy.

But things can only go wrong from here, right? I was still his dirty little secret. It's only a matter of time before things get messy.