The next day I had excruciating pain in my leg, specifically the back of my thigh and my butt. I don't think I need to explain why, right?
There was no way I could go to the gym in that painful state I was in (not to mention other places), so I texted Gaara and asked if he minded if we went to the gym another day.
And I also asked if he minded if we went somewhere else today, there was no way I was going to miss the opportunity to hang out with him. It would also be incredibly disrespectful to cancel at the last minute.
Gaara quickly responded by asking if I was sure I wanted to go out, and that I didn't need to force myself to go. I just replied that of course I wanted to go out with him and we decided to go watch a movie.
So that's it, I had a date today. I'm not going to lie, I planned it, whether it was the gym or not.
I had already gone out with other guys before, there was a time when I decided to download Tinder and ended up going out with two of them. It was so bad that I just made some stupid excuse (one was that my friend was in the hospital and the other was that I had forgotten I had an event to go to), not because they were ugly, but because they were just there to fuck me and were also extremely uninteresting.
Like, it's not like I'm doing the same with Gaara or the other guys. We were still friends and had people in common, but now, random guys from Tinder? What guarantee do you have that they don't have some sexually transmitted disease or that they'll disappear if the condom breaks and you get pregnant? I doubt they even have the decency to buy a morning-after pill. Not to mention that they could be potential sexual predators, criminals, or psychopaths.
And I also wasn't going to disappear from the guys' lives like the Tinder "hit and run" guys did, and I don't think there's any way I could do that.
With the exception of Sasuke ( I'm not sure since he followed some of the guys on Instagram), they were all mutual friends. And I hoped that in the future this wouldn't be a problem, because imagine a meeting between friends and all the guys I've already fucked are there looking at me and at each other suspiciously.
Or maybe things will take an interesting turn and they'll get together?
Well, at least I could take Shikamaru off my list, since he had a girlfriend and didn't seem very interested in a new serious relationship. Naruto was the most likely to want something more serious since he sent me messages every day (some with a more sensual tone), and Gaara I wasn't sure.
Speaking of which, I remembered that Shikamaru had texted me while I was sleeping (he seemed to go to bed pretty late, since the text was sent at two in the morning). It was just a simple "how are you?" and I responded with a simple "my legs hurt."
If I were a man, I'd brag about it.
I gathered my courage and finally got up to start getting ready, after lunch I would meet Gaara at the mall to go to the movies, cool, right? Unlike recent situations, this was the most normal one I'd ever found myself in.
I just took a quick look at how I looked when I looked in the mirror, I was still disturbed by the events of the previous day. Not that it was bad, but it still haunted me. I didn't even have the courage to turn around in front of the mirror because I knew there were handprints around my waist and on my butt.
I preferred to wear something more casual and comfortable, the temperature was starting to cool down and I didn't want to risk catching a cold. I wore a cute, oversized, off-white knit sweater, leaving one of my shoulders exposed, and loose-fitting jeans. I guess I didn't look too basic for a date at the mall.
I left home a little late because I spent a good few minutes just curling my hair, my luck was that I didn't have to walk far to get there, just a few steps to the subway and I was already there.
I arrived at almost three in the afternoon and we had scheduled for two, so obviously Gaara was already there waiting for me. I recognized him mainly by his red hair and the mark on his forehead, it was like finding a little red dot in the darkness.
"Gaara!" I called him as soon as I approached him, he got a little scared because he was distracted looking at something on his cell phone. "Sorry I'm late..."
"Oh, it's okay, I was a little late too." He looked a little embarrassed when I walked closer to him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, hugging him. "Oh, thanks."
He didn't seem like the type of person who liked or received a lot of physical affection.
"So, do you want to go to the cinema and see what there is to watch?" He tried to change the subject.
I just nodded and started walking alongside Gaara, that place was huge and just a few walks inside were already starting to make me tired, not tired from so much walking, but from so much stuff and so many directions to go. And to make it worse, the nauseating pain in my thigh seemed to worsen every time I flexed my legs.
Halfway there he looked at me and seemed to notice my look of suffering, but thankfully he didn't interpret it as me being tired from being with him.
"You've barely walked and you're already tired, Sakura?" He gave a small smile.
"This place is tiring, but I think the walk is also a little to blame."
"You need to go to the gym soon, improve your cardio." I just rolled my eyes playfully and grabbed Gaara's arm, as an excuse to lean on him and help me walk better. He didn't seem uncomfortable, so I kept my arm there. "I'm also going to train tomorrow, if you want you can come over."
"Well, I'll definitely be better tomorrow, so I'll go."
"Hmm, if not, I'll come to your house to pick you up." He gave a light chuckle, one of the first I'd ever seen him give. "My friend will also be there tomorrow at nine o'clock, so he can help you if you need it."
Nine o'clock? Is that a time to work out? Well, I wasn't a gym expert, much less a very active person, so I'm not sure if this is a normal schedule or not.
"Nine? I can show up around that time then."
As we walked we passed a lingerie store and I looked curiously at the window. The Sakura of two weeks ago would have been passing this kind of store by, thinking about how stupid it would be to spend money on a lace piece to just sit at the back of my closet or to wear for a guy who didn't care much about what I was wearing.
But today's Sakura has an overwhelming desire to buy a pair of those lacy Victoria's Secret sets, not to wear for men, but for herself. What's better than pleasing yourself?
Maybe later I'll message Ino and ask her to help me choose some, it's always better to ask your horny friend's opinion.
Especially because I remember like it was yesterday when I was a teenager and Ino was already wearing those push-up bras that took her breasts almost to her chin, I always thought it was a bit exaggerated (especially for her age), but I think this is something that every teenage girl has gone through. She used to say I should start growing out of my grandpa panties and into something more sensual, claiming that was what Sasuke liked, but just the thought of my parents opening my drawer and finding a lace thong was upsetting enough.
"Sakura?" Gaara called me, I think I had gotten lost in my thoughts about the store. "The store is interesting, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is." I laughed, trying to distract myself from the shame of being caught.
"Do you like that kind of thing?"
He seemed a little embarrassed to be talking about lingerie stores, but it was just Gaara's way of making conversation. And I also don't think there's anything too weird about talking about it, especially since it's a hot topic right now, since Victoria's Secret is holding a new fashion show.
"Oh, yeah, I'm not going to lie, I think it's very sexy," I replied lightly.
"Oh, I didn't know you were into BDSM and stuff."
What?
"What do you mean, Gaara? I thought you were talking about the Victoria's Secret store!" I said in horror, where the hell did this bdsm thing come from?
"I thought you were paying attention to the mannequin."
I turned my head so hard I was afraid my neck would break, when I looked closer at the store window I saw what he meant. All the mannequins were dressed in a somewhat wild manner, and the main one was wearing lingerie and leather boots, and to top it off, it had a whip in his hand.
How could I have missed that?
"Oh my god, I hadn't noticed." I covered my mouth in shock.
It's not that I didn't like BDSM, I just never tried it and never had any interest in trying it with anyone.
"I figured that was the case based on your reaction." He seemed to be enjoying my situation. "But if it makes you happy, I think it suits you very well."
Well, that was your opinion, Gaara, because I don't think it suits me at all. Especially considering how submissive I was before.
"I don't know... I've never tried that kind of thing." He just nodded in agreement. "Don't get me wrong, Gaara, but you look like one of those cute guys who likes to be choked behind closed doors." I was honest, but he didn't seem to mind or feel embarrassed.
"Maybe I do." He gave a smirk.
Oh no, so the mask has fallen?
"Bullshit…" I smiled in disbelief.
"No... want to try it?"
My heart raced, suddenly Gaara had taken a more risky attitude? Just the thought of strangling him was starting to make me anxious about how exciting my night with him would be.
"We'll see about that later." I preferred to play dumb, both to not seem too excited and to not seem like a sexual predator in an attack position.
He just nodded and returned to his normal self as we walked towards the entrance of the cinema, he even seemed to be trying to hold my hand along the way but didn't have enough courage. When we arrived at our destination, I realized that there were only a few films available, the main ones being an action film and a romantic comedy.
Choosing the romance film would be a bit of a turn-off. I didn't like this genre of film and Gaara shouldn't like it either. So we ended up opting for the least bad movie, which was an action film.
He went to buy the tickets while I was supposed to go to the food line, which was empty. Only then did I realize the shit I had done.
Going to the cinema at two in the afternoon in the middle of the week? Seriously, Sakura? Not only would there be no one besides us, there wouldn't be any interesting movies either. The last time I went to watch a movie was two years ago, and it was at the same time as half the population, as a highly anticipated movie had come out.
I decided not to buy anything because I wasn't hungry, and Gaara had probably just finished lunch. I walked over to where he was and stood next to him watching him pay for the tickets. I offered to pay, but he insisted on paying himself.
While we waited for the tickets to be printed, the cashier looked at us in the most judgmental way possible. He was a young man, about our age, so at that moment he was probably jealous because he wanted to be in our place instead of working.
Or maybe he was categorizing us as a perverted couple.
Just like me, Gaara also looked uncomfortable and forcefully took the tickets from the attendant's hand before turning around and heading towards the cinema entrance. God, I felt like I was at the drugstore buying a pack of condoms or a morning-after pill.
"Do you think the movie will be good?" I tried to start a conversation as we walked down the hallway toward the theater.
"I don't know, it was the least bad thing," he said calmly.
It was an extreme action film, the kind where the blood spurts out like a fountain and my father would look at it and say "what a lie!". Those movies don't appeal to me at all, I think even a children's movie would be more profitable than this, but everyone has their own tastes, even if they're strange.
When we entered the room, the advertisements before the film were already playing, and as expected, there was almost no one in the room. Just three groups of teenagers who were separated in each corner, as if they were avoiding the other group.
"Let's go to the back." I grabbed his hand and led him with me to the second-to-last row on the left.
On the far right side was one of the groups of teenagers, there were four of them and I envied them for having managed to bring a blanket to protect them from the cold air conditioning in that room. I had barely sat down and was already starting to shiver from the cold, and damn the moment I decided to wear a sweater with skin showing.
I sat in the chair next to the wall and Gaara sat next to me, there was only a group a little further in front of us so I took the opportunity to snuggle up better, lifting my feet and resting them on the chair in front.
A few minutes later the movie started and I was surprised by how interested Gaara seemed in it. I simply sank into my seat as comfortably as possible and watched, wondering when I could get out of there and forget about all that frantic chasing.
After about twenty minutes of the movie I started to feel the effects of the air on my skin, I shivered from the cold and wrapped my arms around my body as I curled up in the chair, consequently leaning my body against Gaara's. He noticed my discomfort and leaned forward in his seat, removing the heavy sweatshirt he was wearing.
"Here, wear it." Before I could make an excuse, he threw the piece of clothing over me, covering my body like a kind of blanket.
"Oh, thank you Gaara." I smiled and put my arm around his as a way of saying thank you.
He was surprised by the action and remained still as a stone for a long three minutes. When I was about to get up thinking he might be uncomfortable he put an arm behind me and hugged me.
He really seemed to be enjoying the movie, I could tell by the frantic way his irises followed the falls, punches and shots. The other teenagers in the room were just as excited as he was, always screaming at the most memorable scenes (not to mention the ones in front of us who wouldn't shut up for a minute).
Gaara seemed to be having some difficulty concentrating on the movie, even more when I leaned even closer to him and placed my hand on his knee, tracing small circles on his skin. As my face was close to her neck I could smell her perfume and it seemed to be starting to hypnotize me, it smelled like something woody and a mixture of wet earth.
I could feel him shiver as I sat up to adjust myself and nuzzled my face deeper into his neck. I felt like a kid who rolled down the car window every time they stopped at a gas station, just to smell the gasoline. I had a certain fondness for strong smells…
As I shifted position, I needed to rest my hand somewhere, so I grabbed his thigh and rested my hand there. Gaara instinctively grunted a little (more like his breathing hitched), I turned to face him with raised eyebrows, but he tried his best to remain calm.
"What?" he asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"All good?" I pressed my hand against his thigh to make sure.
"Yeah. Everything's great." He stretched out in his chair, leaning back further.
I smiled at his reaction and placed my hand a little higher on his leg. I could feel his body twitch under my touch, which encouraged me to move my fingers higher and higher towards a certain point where I could feel all his blood begin to accumulate.
Instead of moving my hand, I just let it rest there, pretending to be attentive to every movement of the movie. In fact, I think at that moment neither Gaara nor I were considering the film as something important.
Suddenly I could slowly feel the hand that was on my shoulder descend to my waist. Finally he was starting to move! Gaara continued to lower his hand to my hip, brushing my ass and stopping just below it, on the back of my thigh. He placed his hand firmly there and used it to pull me even closer to him.
A surprised gasp came out of my mouth, with the movement my hand was pushed directly to his groin, and to get into a more comfortable position I placed my leg on top of his.
With our faces close, he leaned in and simply brought his mouth close to mine. It would be a joke if I said it had been ages since I'd kissed anyone or that I didn't know how to professionally insert my tongue into a man's mouth, but Gaara seemed surprised by my neutrality. He seemed to want to take the kiss slower, but I no longer had the time or patience for that.
If it weren't for Gaara's hands firmly pushing me down, I would have already climbed on top of him in that movie theater. I felt like I was kissing a virgin until he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my head back, taking control of my mouth.
When I ran out of breath, he pulled away from me, looking deep into my eyes with a desire that made my pussy pulse.
"We can go home." He spoke and then moved towards my neck, pressing his lips to my skin and moving up until he reached my ear. "I'll let you choke me a little."
I shuddered at the thought of sitting on top of him while holding him by the neck. My God, I feel that after I dominate a man I will never be able to go back.
I looked back and saw that people were starting to get up from their chairs and gather their things. I turned to Gaara and smiled, showing my teeth.
"Let's go, now."
It was strange to walk into my apartment with a boy, the last one who was here didn't stay long and didn't even bother to ask for a glass of water.
When Gaara entered he looked around curiously, it seemed like it was his first time inside a woman's house.
"So…" I said, a little nervous because he was nervous too. "Do you want some water?"
"Oh, yes, I'll take it." Before I finished listening to his entire answer, I went to the kitchen and brought him a full glass of ice water.
It was a little funny the way he took the glass with his hands that were a little shaky, it was good to know I had that effect on a man.
"Come on, let's not stand here, you can come to my room."
I could have offered him a seat on that flashy gray couch in the middle of the living room, but what was the point? I grabbed Gaara's arm and brought him with me to the room, before sitting next to him on the bed I dimmed the lights in the room a little and closed the curtains, trying to make everything more comfortable.
I sat next to him with my legs on top of the mattress and next to my body, when I was about to try something with him, Gaara finally spoke.
"So, do you want to strangle me now or later?" He said with a small smile on his face, not a shy smile, but a sarcastic one.
Did he think I wasn't capable?
"Oh, you'll see."
He chuckled before I pushed him onto my mattress, Gaara settled himself between the pillows on my bed and waited patiently until I advanced on him.
"Make yourself comfortable, Sakura." He lay down on my bed comfortably, as if he'd already been there. "I'm all yours now, you can choke me."
"If you run out of air, let me know."
I walked up to him like a predator chasing his prey, and when he smiled it was like an invitation to me. I swung one leg over to either side of his body, my knees sank into the mattress and I sat on his lap.
I reached out my hand and it fit perfectly around his neck, I squeezed a little and Gaara bit his lips in such a sensual way that I feared I would wet the pants he was wearing.
I don't know what he was thinking, but I think I wasn't squeezing hard enough. So I put more force into my hand, increasing the intensity every second and trying not to make him pass out.
Since he didn't complain, I kept squeezing tighter and tighter. I felt like I had some kind of power, like I could have him under my command even though he was bigger than me.
I looked at Gaara's face, and my god... I think I understand now what Naruto meant by that expression straight out of a porn movie. If I'd known people looked so sexy being choked, I would have done it sooner.
I mean, I think the only one who would have let me was Naruto...
Gaara was breathing heavily from the lack of air, and that, combined with his parted lips, made the whole situation even more sensual. I squeezed his neck a little tighter and moved forward, letting my pussy touch his erection and moving my waist to feel him a little more against me.
"Let go a little." He asked, his voice a little hoarser than usual.
I let go of his neck and saw how he was panting, and red finger marks were marking his neck as if he had just come out of a fight.
"Did I press too hard?" I spoke with a hint of concern, it was red now, but it would leave dark marks the next day.
"Go ahead, I've caught my breath." He seemed desperate for my hands.
Well, if he said it was okay, then it wouldn't hurt to squeeze a little harder, right? It wasn't every day that opportunities like this came along.
I moved more eagerly toward his neck and squeezed harder, and this time I was greeted by a hoarse groan from Gaara. His hands, which had previously been splayed at his sides, reached my waist and gripped my skin, forcing me down onto his cock.
"Are you some kind of masochist?" I laughed, seeing how much he was enjoying this.
"Maybe a little... sometimes it's nice to feel pain, especially if it's from a beautiful woman like you."
The next time I saw him I would step on his face and make him lick my feet, and he would probably like it.
He sat down, still with me on his lap, and began kissing me with the same intensity as before.
His hands moved up from my waist to my back, pulling down the sleeve of the sweater I was wearing and letting it fall into my lap, exposing my breasts to his eyes.
As his mouth moved towards my nipples, I took the opportunity to start unbuttoning my pants and then his. At the same time that I began to pull my pants and panties down my legs, he ran his teeth over my nipple, making me moan in his lap and grab his red hair.
Gaara groaned, his mouth pressed against my chest as I pulled his hair. His hand slid down my back and to the front of my body, where his fingers began to circle my pussy while his mouth was occupied elsewhere.
I let out a loud moan and felt him press his fingers harder against my clitoris; my hand slipped inside his open pants and I squeezed his cock tightly. Gaara pulled my breast from his mouth and looked at me before groaning with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Oh my god, I loved that expression he makes.
As I was examining him, he seemed to lose patience, pushing me back slightly before removing the remaining clothes from his body. I positioned myself back on his lap, but this time in direct contact with his penis.
"Wow Gaara, you really are a redhead." I spoke in surprise when I saw how much redder his pubic hair was. Don't judge me, it was the first time I'd seen that color, and Gaara's hair color was so vibrant it looked like he dyed it weekly.
He found my reaction funny and let out a loud laugh.
"I am, and you're pink here too." He said before pinching my nipples between his fingers, making me shrink into his arms. "Do you have a condom here?" Gaara looked around the room.
I nodded and pointed to a small box in the corner of my nightstand. He managed to reach out with one arm and quickly tore it open, wrapping his penis with the condom.
Judging by his skill, I think I can say he wasn't as inexperienced as I'd thought.
And Gaara must have thought the same of me, because as soon as he leaned back on the bed I positioned myself on his lap and quickly sank onto his cock, gripping his shoulders for support while rolling my eyes at the sensation of him inside me.
"Ah, Gaara, you look so good inside me." My hands released his shoulders and I began to move my hips faster and faster.
He held my ass tightly as he helped me move in sync with his hips. I needed to brace my hands somewhere to help increase the speed, so they went straight to his neck and I squeezed hard there.
Gaara looked at me and moaned like a whore, his lips parted and his eyebrows furrowed. Oh god, he was such a hot masochist.
I squeezed even harder as I rode his lap, my arousal growing stronger and stronger, I felt like I was going to explode. At some point, I must have squeezed too hard because he groaned in pain and gasped for air, but he didn't ask me to stop.
"U like it when I hit you?" I released his face and slapped him hard, smiling when I felt his cock throb inside me. "You fucking bastard."
I sped up my movements on his cock and gripped his face tightly, his hand continuing to knead my ass as he moaned hungrily beneath me. I yelped in surprise when I felt his hand reach my pussy and touch my clitoris, stimulating me even more.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." I said, feeling my orgasm getting closer and closer.
The next time he lifted his hips to meet mine, I slapped his face so hard that he screamed and threw his head back against the pillow. I dug my nails into his shoulder and bounced on his cock until my orgasm washed over me.
I doubted my legs could last another round, so I simply lay down beside him and pulled Gaara on top of me roughly. He was still a little disoriented but soon returned to normal, pulling my legs around his waist and penetrating me again with his cock.
"Sakura, Sakura!" He said my name as a form of prayer.
He started moving again at the same speed as before and I held his arm tightly for support, my lips went to his neck and I bit hard there, leaving a hickey that would stay in that area until the next week. My clumsy bites went down until I reached her collarbone, where I didn't stop and continued biting the skin.
I wrapped my arms around Gaara's neck and scratched his shoulders and back, from the way he moaned he seemed to feel more pleasure when the scratches were strong, and I was creating a true work of art on that white skin of his. We were so pressed together that I think anyone watching from the outside would think we were glued together or fused into one person. Gaara accelerated his movements, seeming closer and closer to his orgasm. I moaned at the sudden change and grabbed his hair with one hand, pulling hard on the root and making his head tilt back.
Gaara moaned breathlessly in his orgasm as I felt his cock throb inside me, I almost felt like I could come again as I watched his expression. It looked like a work of art, his head tilted back and his lips parted in short moans, not to mention the red marks on his neck and face.
He pulled out of me and flopped down beside me on the bed, looking like a rag doll with exhaustion. I lay on my stomach and approached his body, running my hand through his red hair and examining his body.
Gaara looked like he'd just emerged from a battlefield. Handprints on his neck and face, bite marks across his body, and a multitude of crescent-shaped marks all over his arms. I imagined his back was in worse shape due to the scratches.
The mark on his forehead provided a nice contrast to his current state. Good luck hiding it all in the next few days, or maybe he's the type to flaunt it like a champ.
"Are you in a lot of pain?" I asked, running my fingers over the reddest mark just below his eye.
"A little, but I like it." He gave a small smile, still keeping his eyes closed.
I gave him a little kiss on the cheek and lay down more comfortably on his side, I was a little sleepy and Gaara also seemed to be quite tired. It wasn't night yet, but I guess an afternoon nap wouldn't hurt anyone.
I woke up three hours later with Gaara's face in my neck and his arm around me. You know when you decide to take an hour-long nap but wake up to a dark room and the feeling that it's already another day? Yeah, that's how I felt right now.
The orange light coming from the window indicated that it was starting to get dark. This was the best nap I had taken in years, it even seemed like I had reinvigorated all the strength I had lost in the last few days. I shifted a little in bed to stretch and saw Gaara slowly open his eyes, looking as confused as I had when I'd woken up.
"Wow, it looks like we slept." He spoke in a sleepy voice, pulling his face away from my skin and laying his head next to me on the pillow.
There was nothing better than waking up with someone by your side.
"Yes, do you have a time to go home?" I ran my fingers through some strands of her hair that were close to mine, red and pink go well together.
"Yeah, I should make dinner since my sister's coming over today." He got up a little lazily and yawned.
It would be funny to see his sister's (and Shikamaru's girlfriend's) reaction when she arrived and saw her brother all beaten up and her boyfriend with his dick used.
Gaara didn't stay long after that, he put on his clothes and said goodbye to me with a kiss and the promise that he would see me tomorrow at the academy.
I've never been one to break promises, especially since I'd already canceled on going to the gym with Gaara once before. So the next day at nine o'clock at night, I showed up there.
As soon as I entered I found Gaara already inside talking to some other guys, when he saw me from a distance he gave a wide smile and came towards me quickly.
"You came," he said before hugging me. He said before hugging me, over his shoulder I could see his friends looking at me in confusion, they probably wanted to know who is the girl that Gaara was hugging.
"You came," he said before hugging me. He said before hugging me, over his shoulder I could see his friends looking at me in confusion, they probably want to know who the girl Gaara is hugging is.
"Of course, I promised you I would come." I pulled away from the hug and gently ran my hand along his arm.
Gaara was wearing a long-sleeved, high-necked t-shirt, I imagined that the choice of clothing had been intentional. Curiosity was boiling inside me to know if he was very marked today and what he looked like, later I would demand a photo or see it in person.
"I won't be here long, they also close at ten and I don't think anyone will come anymore." He said, sounding a little upset that he couldn't spend much time with me. "Speaking of which, let me introduce you to my friend."
My first thought was, "If the gym closes at ten, then why did you ask me to come an hour before closing?" But I chose not to say anything to avoid an argument.
He turned his back on me and started walking in another direction, I followed him and we stopped in front of a man who was training a little further away than the group Gaara was with.
"Hey, Lee, this is my friend I told you about."
He turned towards us and the first thing I noticed was the black t-shirt he was wearing, it was so tight that it left practically all of his muscles exposed for the world to see, standing in stark contrast to the dark green baggy sweatpants he was wearing. He discreetly looked me up and down and stared at my face for an uncomfortable minute, seemingly speechless or mesmerized.
"Lee?" Gaara called him, the name suited him.
"Oh, sorry." He scratched the back of his head and extended his hand to me. "I'm Rock Lee, nice to meet you."
When he had run his hand through his hair I couldn't help but notice how shiny his hair was. Damn, I was so jealous! Even with that bowl cut that ended in a fade, he still had jet-black hair that reflected from afar.
"Sakura." I smiled when I saw his face turn a little red when I shook his hand.
I wondered to myself if Rock Lee would be like Gaara, a cute face who liked rough sex.
My God, how awful! What kind of person was I becoming to start thinking these kinds of things about every man I met?
"If you need anything, just call me." He smiled shyly. "I'll stay here even after the gym closes."
Hmm… interesting.
"Yeah, I already told Sakura that you're always happy to help people." Gaara turned to me and nudged Rock Lee with his elbow. "You know, I didn't like him much at first, but he's a really nice guy."
The two started arguing like good friends do while I stood there watching them. Time was starting to run faster and faster, and I felt that I would have at most twenty minutes left to train.
I turned my attention back to the boys when I heard Lee comment something like, "Why the hell are you all covered up like that?" and when I turned to look at Gaara's face, he just turned around, made an excuse saying he was going back to training with his friends, and ran away from us at the speed of light.
How funny it would be if Rock Lee forced him to take off his shirt and saw all that chaos underneath.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to train, Lee... If I need anything, I'll call you." I walked past him to go in another direction, but not before smiling at him and running one of my hands along his arm.
I didn't bother looking back to see if he was watching me, because, judging by the feeling I was getting, I was sure he was eyeing me up and down at that moment. The black shorts I was wearing were so short and tight that if my oversized pink t-shirt hadn't been tucked in, it would have almost covered my entire butt. So he was probably looking at my bare legs or my ass.
I had been going to the gym a few months ago, so I didn't need to know any plan to follow my workouts correctly. Although sometimes I fought the urge to call one of the guys over just to ask for help and flirt.
It was almost ten o'clock and the few people who were in the gym started to leave. Although it was expected that on a Saturday the university students would stay longer working out because they didn't have to wake up early the next day, they stayed less because they preferred to go out to Saturday parties or sleep a little longer. The only ones left were me, Gaara and some of his friends, and Rock Lee; but it wasn't long before the redhead came towards me to say goodbye.
I was lying on the leg press machine seat, and my vision caught the exact moments when Rock Lee turned to look at me, before quickly looking away. From his point of view, he could perfectly see the middle of my legs whenever I pumped them on the machine.
I stared at him as his gaze lingered on my legs whenever they flexed. I can't lie, all that was starting to make me... agitated, both because of the exercise and everything else.
When I finished, I leaned my head back and extended my legs (which were a little weak), my chest floating up and down as I gasped softly. I lifted my shirt slightly because it was hot and scratched my stomach; from where Rock Lee was (in front of me), he could get a full view of my stomach and a bit of the top I was wearing underneath.
His gaze only shifted when Gaara approached me and I lowered my shirt slightly.
"Sakura, I'm going now." I stood up and put my arm around his neck, giving him a little kiss on the neck in an attempt to tease the other boy. "See you later?"
"Sure, whenever you want to see me, just call." I moved away from him, but I noticed that Gaara didn't take his hands off my waist. "Then you can show me how this looks?" I discreetly ran my hand over his arms and abdomen.
"I'll show you now." He spoke in a hoarse, low voice, and Gaara was already starting to bring his face closer to mine when I stepped away.
I could see out of the corner of my eye how Rock Lee was looking at us, with curiosity but also with a certain envy (or was it anger?).
"Not now, but next time I don't want to see you covering yourself with those long t-shirts." I smiled and moved away from him, returning to my previous seat to rest.
Gaara simply laughed and said goodbye again, but before leaving through the door with his friends, he gave the other boy a serious look, which he returned.
Was it a certain rivalry I was sensing? I thought they were friends.
I sat there drinking water and watched Lee finish exercising; he now had his back to me and was doing some kind of shoulder exercise. I could see how his muscles flexed whenever he exerted himself, wow… he wasn't the type of guy who was all muscle, he was still kind of slender, exactly the type that caught my attention.
Do you know what "butterface" means? Yes, some people probably referred to Rock Lee that way. His face wasn't that ugly, it's just that his body was so beautiful that you'd expect his facial features to be perfect too.
If you asked me my honest opinion, I'd say he was fuckable.
When he finished the session, he stood up and seemed surprised to realize I was looking at him. There was no one else there, so the atmosphere was a little awkward.
"Hey, you're strong," I said, trying to break the cold atmosphere.
I got up from my seat and went over to him. I had already finished and was starting to regret it because of how weak my legs felt.
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I got up from my seat and went over to him. I had already finished and was starting to regret it because of how weak my legs felt.
"Oh, thank you." He looked surprised that I had approached him, seeming to think for a moment about what to say. "Have you trained before? You seem to know what you're doing."
"Yes, but it's been a while, I haven't had time to keep up the routine." I leaned against the machine he had been on before, getting a little closer to his body.
He crossed his arms and my eyes went straight to the way his muscles moved, especially the size of his chest. Now I understand why boys say their eyes go straight to the cleavage of busty girls.
"How did you meet Gaara?" He frowned, and only then I noticed how thick his eyebrows were and how much better they seemed to be shaped than mine.
"Oh, I'm friends with Ino and Naruto, and we have mutual friends, so…"
"I see, funny, I've never seen you before. And you're definitely the kind of person you can't forget." He chuckled softly.
Silence returned to the room and we just stared at each other for a long few minutes, only a small smile on our faces. I grew tired of all the formality and finally approached him, grabbing his biceps, pulling his body close to mine and attacking his mouth.
Rock Lee seemed to have been expecting it somehow, simply wrapping his arms around my waist and returning the kiss. I'm not going to lie, he seemed like the kind of guy who'd never kissed anyone in his life and spent his days just working out, but he was putting on a show with that kiss.
I moaned into his mouth as I felt his tongue intertwine with mine and the way he breathed heavily against my face. After a few minutes, Lee seemed to run out of breath and pulled away from me, only to catch his breath, look at my face and body, and close his eyes again to kiss me once more.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He spoke between our kisses, I just sighed and opened my mouth to let his tongue make contact with mine.
I smiled; it felt good to be complimented, but I didn't have much desire for it right now.
My hands gripped the waistband of his sweatpants (that was the only place I could grab, the shirt was fucking tight) while his tongue began to explore the roof of my mouth and the back of my teeth.
I don't know what's been happening to me lately, this was already the second time I was going to have sex in a public place, even though it was empty.
Lee pulled away from the kiss and buried his face in my neck; instead of biting the skin there, he just sniffed and buried his nose in my hair. My hair and body were damp with sweat, so my first thought was that I definitely didn't smell good, but he didn't seem bothered by it at all.
His hands seemed to insist on moving along my waist and thighs, and I grabbed one of them and positioned it directly against my chest, squeezing his hand over mine so he would touch me where I wanted. He obeyed without complaint and hugged me tightly while pausing his touch for a moment to slip his hands under my shirt.
I moaned needily as I pushed my body forward and let my thigh brush against his hard cock through his clothes. I took advantage of the situation and brought my hand to that area, squeezing with the same force that Lee used to squeeze my nipples.
I don't know when, but eventually we ended up on the gym floor. The floor was kind of rubberized, so when he got tired of holding me in his arms and pulled me down to the floor with him, it wasn't uncomfortable for either of us. I rubbed against his lap a little more before getting impatient, getting up and ripping that piece of clothing off my body, along with my panties, which were completely soaked.
As I pulled down those tight shorts, my panties got caught in the fabric and I could hear a small tearing sound. My eyes widened for a moment and Lee seemed to notice the noise too, but he just gave a soft smile and held out his hand for me to sit back down on him.
Damn, I needed new panties as soon as possible.
Rock Lee opened his mouth to say something but was silenced when I sat down hard on his cock, only an "off" escaped his lips at the sudden movement. I wasn't really in the mood for foreplay so I grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants along with his boxers and pulled them down, leaving him exposed.
Lee seemed surprised by my actions, maybe he thought I wouldn't attack him like that all at once.
I mean, in a way I was also a little surprised, I don't know why I was acting like that since I hadn't lacked sex in the last few days.
Of all the guys I'd slept with, he was one of the smallest. It was still thick, sure, but compared to Naruto's, which was a monster, his was a little less impressive. But just as thick as Shikamaru's. My next step would be to make a tier list of the penis size of every guy I'd ever slept with.
"Wait a minute, don't you want to—" I barely gave him time to finish his sentence before I sat on his cock.
His reaction was funny; Lee seemed to be holding back from coming and seemed even more surprised by my speed. The previous day had prepared me for today, so nothing could stop me from starting to ride his cock with all the desire I had.
Well, if I thought my legs would be sore tomorrow, I was now certain of it, and it wasn't just from the exercise. I could feel my knee scraping against the floor every time I mounted his cock, so to try and ease the burning sensation I placed my hands on either side of his head and moved my hips faster, keeping my knees pressed to the ground.
"Lee, your cock feels so good." At the same time my hips moved down, he moved up, making me slam against him like water and fire. "Fuck me harder."
He seemed to take that seriously, because he quickly stood up and threw me to the ground, leaving me beneath him without even pulling his cock out of me.
The next few minutes were the most intense experience I'd ever had in my life.
Rock Lee began thrusting so hard inside me that my eyes widened and I had no strength to resist. My body was gripped by a surge of adrenaline, and I could barely groan because of how fast my body was swaying, while Lee didn't seem to be exerting himself much even at that inhuman speed.
"Want me to go slower?" He asked with a concerned tone, I just gave a mischievous smile and wrapped my legs around his waist.
"Don't you dare."
I was starting to feel numb from all the brutality against my body and my imminent orgasm. I felt like I was going to explode with each deep thrust; at that moment I cared little about how dirty our bodies were and the drops of sweat that dripped from Rock Lee's chest and fell onto mine.
I squeezed my legs tighter against him as I felt my pussy tighten around his cock while I came, and even as I convulsed beneath him, he didn't slow down.
Just when the discomfort of being overstimulated appeared, he pulled out of me and ejaculated on my stomach. A few drops dripped onto the rubber floor beside me, and I wondered if the stain would be too obvious for everyone to see.
Lee sat down, and for a few minutes we looked at each other while breathing heavily. We only had a quickie, but it felt like I'd run a marathon, and I have no doubt he could have lasted another three rounds at that same pace.
"Well, today's workout is done."