Stronger Together

096. Writer’s Choice – Under
Title: February Sucks
Words: 1591
Rating: NC-17 for graphic lemon
Summary: (AU) Sakura surprises her lover with a romp in his office, too bad they’re interrupted.


“February completely sucked for sales, Neji.” Uchiha Sasuke adjusted his bland grey tie compulsively, worrying the fabric as his mind reviewed their company’s less-than-stellar performance during the dark and dreary month. “We have to make sure we perform better in March.”

His long-haired companion grunted in tentative agreement, bringing an elegant hand to his face to mask the intense flush overcoming him. Nearly lost with the mouth pressing hungry nips to his exposed hips, Hyuuga Neji tried desperately to concentrate on his business partner across the desk and not the Pervert Olympics happening between his legs.

“Are you OK, man? You look like you have a fever or something?” Sasuke demanded, smoothing his short black hair away from his pale and stoic face.

I do – a pink-haired perverted fever that just won’t leave me alone, thought Neji, grimacing as her mouth teased his thighs.

“No, Sasuke, I’m fine – I just have a splitting headache that I can’t seem to get rid of,” Neji managed to choke out, one hand brushing his temple as the other flexed at his side as if burying itself in her long rosette hair. Enjoying the visible reactions to her torture, even white teeth grazed over his super-sensitized erection, causing him to thrust forward slightly – his wayward companion bounced her head off the hard wood of the desk, sounding a very emphatic knock that Neji had the sense to disguise as a twitching knee.

“Well, in that case, I’ll let you be – we both need to be on top of our game for this afternoon’s meeting.”

Neji opened his mouth to respond affirmatively, but was shocked into a choked grunt as a warm mouth enveloped his exposed sex.

“See you at three.”

Neji was never happier to hear the click of his office doors’ automatic lock. Roughly disengaging himself from her mouth, he rolled back from the gigantic mahogany slab of a desk to stare at his captive audience.
“Enjoying yourself, Sakura?”

The cherry-haired minx licked her lips seductively as she adjusted the slipping straps of her barely-there demi-bra, the black lace a sharp contrast to her silky porcelain skin. Crouching awkwardly beneath his desk, her green eyes were dark with lust as she stared wantonly at the erection jutting proudly from Neji’s disheveled dress pants, the deep pink of his cock only slightly darker than the flush across his cheeks.

She had been lying in wait for him, barely dressed and ready for action when he got to work this morning – supposedly in celebration of his new private office, but Neji thought it was more likely that Sakura wanted to surprise him by coming back from her business trip early. Knowing his penchant for being the first one in the office, she had been sitting on his desk wearing only the skimpy black lace lingerie he had bought for Valentine’s Day. Thoughts of preparation for that afternoon’s meeting had flown out the window as Neji had crossed the wide room in two steps and swept her into his arms, slanting his mouth over hers in a brilliant display of possession and lust as the picture window behind his desk framed perfectly the sunrise over the city.

Sakura had maneuvered his pants and boxers open in record time and had been lustily devouring him when Neji had heard the soft ‘Bing’ of the elevator opening. Their rapid scramble for cover had barely worked, stuffing her petite body and his long legs under his desk just as Sasuke had come walking in his office door; the clock on his office wall read 7:02 as the Uchiha roughly plunked his morning coffee down on the desktop. That had been two hours ago; the office had come to life around them as Sasuke had impassively gone over their monthly financial records in minute detail.

At first Neji had tried to discreetly rearrange his boxers and trousers to cover the wilting erection, attempting to zip up with one hand while carrying on a conversation with the oblivious Sasuke. But Sakura had become impatient after only a few minutes, and proceeded to tease him mercilessly first over his wool pants and then on bare, heated flesh. The torture had aroused him incredibly, taking all of his impressive Hyuuga will to restrain himself from screwing her senseless right there on the desktop – present company be damned!

But thankfully Sasuke had finally left, leaving a deliciously disheveled Haruno Sakura staring at him wantonly from the space under his desk. Neji pressed the intercom to his office assistant harshly.

“Tenten, please hold my calls and postpone any appointments for at least two hours.” His silvery eyes glinted at the beautiful woman unfolding herself to standing before him. “I do not want to be disturbed.”

“Hai, Neji-san. Hope your headache goes away soon,” Tenten responded followed by the distinct blip of the intercom turning off.

“I hope she never goes away,” he muttered lustfully, twining his hands in Sakura’s and yanking her into his lap.

“You should be so lucky,” Sakura smirked, pressing her lips insistently to his as she straddled him comfortably in the large leather chair.

His hips pressed upwards insistently, moaning against her mouth at the lovely friction of bare cock on her black lace panties; her hips flexed in response, rubbing her heated center in desperate search for relief. Crisp white shirt and conservative tie all askew, Neji’s fingers loosed Sakura’s hands and slid up her toned stomach to caress her breasts; her moan was answered by a thick twitch of his erection. Unable and unwilling to wait much longer for relief, his deft hands pushed aside the crotch of her panties and found her more than ready. Sakura tried to untangle her limbs from his to remove the offending piece of clothing, but Neji grinned lustily as he stilled her with a firm grip on her waist.

“Leave them on, Hana, they make you look delicious.” His voice was low and rough as his fingers dipped and teased her heated womanhood, pushing the fabric aside to expose her. “Are you ready?”

She answered his question with another low moan before she lowered her lips to his, begging for his attention with her tongue. Responding to his gentle tug on her waist, she used her powerful thigh muscles to lift herself off his lap momentarily, feeling the velvet heat of his head bumping against her wetness. Slowly, gently, she lowered herself down onto him, leaving them both breathless and glassy-eyed as Neji filled her completely.

Sakura’s long pink hair hung loose over them as she adjusted to his girth, and she nearly purred her contentment when a large palm came up to caress the soft skin of her cheek. She had missed him sorely while she was away, and she intended to show him exactly how much she needed him right now.
A devilish smirk glanced across Sakura’s face as she began to swivel and swirl her hips, grinding her pelvis against his and delighting in the pleasurable grimace on her lover’s face, his head thrown back against the chair, long chocolate strands escaping his tie with their exertions. She repeatedly lifted herself up his length and slowly pressed their bodies together again, taking him deeper with each stroke.

Her torturously slow rhythmic movements caused Neji’s reserve to break, his grip on her waist tightened as he rapidly thrust up into her tight warmth. Panting at the incredible heat building in her abdomen, Sakura linked her hands around his neck and held on for dear life, whimpering quietly as she felt her release build.

The impossible tightness grasped him more firmly, signaling to Neji that the gorgeous woman riding him so wantonly was about to reach her peak. The erotic picture of her pink hair flying around her as her black-lace encased breasts bounced shamelessly in time with their hips, drawing addictive whimpers and moans from her luscious pink lips, was nearly impossible to resist. So close himself, Neji was determined to push Sakura over the edge with him.

One hand still steadying her waist, the other slipped down her abdomen and past the long forgotten panties to the place they joined together. His thumb delicately traced circles over her wetness, causing Sakura to moan deeply and arch into his caress.

“Come for me, Hana,” Neji murmured, his silver eyes smoky and hazy with need.

“Neji, please,” she begged, her hips swiveling to meet his insistent thrusts, her face flushed and her parted lips wet from his kisses. Answering her breathy pleading, his thumb again circled at the apex of her womanhood.

“Come for me, my love,” he repeated hoarsely, desperate for his own release.

He firmly brushed his thumb across her sensitized bundle of nerves, watching with fascination as her face contorted with what looked to be almost painful pleasure. Sakura took a deep breath and silently screamed her orgasm to the office ceiling, fingers digging deeply into Neji’s muscled neck as her inner walls clamped tightly around his impossible hardness. Her pulsations proved too much for him, and Neji followed her over the edge into bliss, exhaling her name harshly as he came.

Pulling her down into his embrace, Neji kissed Sakura’s sweaty temple in adoration and relief; she nuzzled his throat in sated response. Chuckling wearily, the dark haired man swept his lover up in firm embrace, smiling richly against the smooth skin of her throat.

“March seems to be looking up,” Neji murmured contentedly, feeling her giggle against his chest.

“You seem to be performing better already, love.”