Sweet Seduction

Disclaimer: I do not own NARUTO.

Author’s note: For randomperson with no life… Yep, you guessed it right.
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Chapter 3: Of Lunch and Bath

“Let’s take a swim,” Sakura suggested, “then we can have lunch.”

Ino would have preferred to soak in the hot tub, but pride wouldn’t allow her to say so. She recalled a while ago that Sasuke would like to take a dip in the indoor pool. Nope, she can’t say she was avoiding him.

“I’ve left my swimsuit upstairs,” she said somewhat hopefully.

“That’s okay,” Sakura assured her. “It’s an indoor pool, remember?”

“I hope you’re not suggesting that we swim naked,” Ino argued out loud.

Sakura’s eyes danced. “Why not? No one will see us.”

“Are you kidding? There should be at least 1000 guests here!”

“Are you so modest?” queried Sakura, one eyebrow arched.

“Yes!” replied Ino, ignoring the subtle sarcasm.

“Then let’s swim in the lake.”

“It’s spring, Sakura, not summer. We’ll catch pneumonia. Besides, I think it’s going to rain,” she said, looking up at the dark gray sky.

Sakura shrugged. “Fine, fine. Let’s go to our rooms and get our swimsuits.”

Ino sighed in defeat. No use of convincing Sakura. She grudgingly went into her room and looked for the swimsuit. By the time she got it, it was already raining outside. She met her friend halfway to the indoor pool.

Inside the gigantic, elegantly tiled room that housed the swimming pool and the spacious hot tub, Ino eyed at the latter longingly. Thus, it was a moment before she realized the pool was already occupied.

Sasuke was doing some ferocious racing crawl from one side of the deep end pool to the other, his muscular arms cutting through the blue water. Watching him from the pool side was Inuzuka Kiba, a towel draped over his back, breathing hard.

Kiba seemed to notice them and waved friendlily to the two. “Hey, there!” he called, as Sasuke, oblivious of anything other than the furious course he was following through the water, executed an impressive somersault turn at the poolside and raced back to the other way.

Ino greeted Kiba but forced herself not to watch Sasuke’s magnificent body moving through the bright blue water of the pool.

Sakura moved away, anxious for her swim.

“You’re not swimming?” the question was directed to Kiba.

“I quitted on our 47th round” Kiba answered, referring to Sasuke. “Guess I can’t keep up with his stamina after all.”

Ino was about to reply, if not for Sakura’s offense of flinging some hot water from the ool to Ino’s direction. Instantly, Ino was drenched and stung to an annoyance out of all proportion to that offense. Surprising even herself, she stomped over to the hot tub, flipped the switch that would make the water bubble and churn, and after hurling one scorching look at her unrepentant friend, slid into the enormous tile-lined tub.

The heat and the motion of the water were a welcoming balm to Ino’s muscles, if not her spirit. Settling herself on a submerged bench, Ino tilted her head back, closed her eyes and tried to pretend that she was alone in the massive room with its slopping glass roof, lush plants and lounges.

The fact that she was sexually attracted to Uchiha Sasuke was undeniable, but it was just a physical phenomenon, certainly. It would pass.

The knowledge that she would easily avoid him brought a smile to her lips. She’d make sure of it.

“What are you smiling about?”

The voice jolted Ino back to here and now with a thump. Sasuke had joined her in the hot tub at some point; indeed, he was standing only inches away.

Startled, Ino stared at him for a moment, then looked wildly for Sakura and Kiba.

“They went in to have lunch,” Sasuke informed her, his eyes twinkling. Beads of water sparkled in his muscular chest, and his hair had been towel-rubbed into appealing disarray.

“I’ll join them,” said Ino in a frantic whisper, but the simple mechanics of turning away and climbing out of the hot tub eluded her.

Smelling pleasantly chlorine, Sasuke came nearer. “Don’t go,” he said softly. “Lunch will wait.”

Anger at Sakura surged through Ino. Why had she gone off and left her here?

Sasuke seemed to read the question in her face, and it made him laugh. The sound was soft---sensuously, wholly male. Overheard, spring thunder crashed in a gray sky.

Ino trembled, pressing back against the edge of the hot tub with such a force that made her shoulder blades ache. “Stay away from me,” she breathed.

“Not on your life,” he answered, and he was no near that she could feel the hard length of his thigh against her own. “I intend to finish what we started this morning.”

Ino gasped as his moist lips came down to take hers, to tame and finally part them for a tender invasion. Her hands went up, of their own accord, to rest on his hips.

He was naked. The discovery rocked Ino, made her twist away from him, but his kiss deepened nad subdued her struggles. With his hands, her lifted her legs, draped them around his rock-hard hips she had just explored.

The imposing, heated length of his desire, now pressed intimately against her, was the powerful proof that he meant to take her.
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“Think they’ll be okay?” asked Sakura.

Kiba grinned maliciously. “Don’t worry. They’re old enough not to drown. Besides, Akamaru is guarding the door.”
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Ino felt as though her body had dissolved, became part of the warm, bubbling water filling the hot tub. When Sasuke drew back from his soft conquering of her mouth, his hand rose gently to draw down the modest top of the swimsuit, revealing the pulsing fullness of her breasts to his gaze.

It was not in Ino to protest: she was transfixed, caught up in the primal responses that had no relation to good sense ore ene sanity. She let her head fall back, saw through the transparent ceiling the gray clouds had darkened the sky, promising a storm that wouldn’t begin to rival to one brewing inside Ino herself.

Sasuke bent his head, nipped one exposed aching nipple with cautious teeth.

Ino drew in a sharp breath as a shaft of searing pleasure went through her, so powerful that she nearly convulsed by it. A soft moan escaped her, and she tilted her head even further back so that her breasts were still more vulnerable to the plundering of his mouth.

Inside Ino’s swirling mind, a steady voice chanted a litany of logic: she was behaving in a wanton way---Sasuke never really cared for her, he was only trying to prove that he could conquer her whenever he desired---this place was not private, and there was a very real danger that someone would walk in at any moment and see what was happening.

Thunder reverberated in the sky, shaking heaven and earth. And none of the arguments Ino’s reason was offering had any effect on her rising need to join herself with this impossible, over-bearing man feasting so brazenly on her breast.

With an unnerving hand, Sasuke found the crux of her passion, and through the fabric of her swimsuit he stroked it to a wanting Ino had never experienced before. Then, still greedy at the nipple he was attending, he deftly worked aside the bit of cloth separating Ono’s womanhood from total exposure.

She never confronted with such resourceful tactics before, and she objected with silly squeals of dismay. “Don’t! Damn you! No! Not there! No---!” She gasped when he caught the hidden nubbin between his fingers and began rhythmically, to soothe it. Or was he tormenting it?

Sasuke left her breast to nibble at her earlobe, chuckled hoarsely when the tander invasion of his fingers elicited a throaty cry of welcome.

“Sasuke…” she gasped. “Please… What you’re doing… it’s unbearable. I’m going mad…”

“Scared, already? It’s the price of the race remember? Thirty minutes under my control.”

“I can’t… see anymore…”

“Then I’ll just have to do it some more, hmm?” came his devilish whisper and he traced a light tormenting circle inside her thigh.

A whimper caught in her throat, and she clutched at his shoulders, her fingers digging into the resilient muscle. He was merciless, letting his fingertips graze the edge of the blonde triangle curls between her thighs, all the while he intensified her pleasure by whispering outrageously erotic promises, by pressing her legs wide of each other with one knee, by caressing her breast with his other hand.

Finally, when her need had built to an urgency that was almost painful, she flet him part the plump cleft and stroke the flesh that ache there so sweetly.

“There,” he murmured, his fingers circling the slick opening of her body and gliding to the delicate peak above. “Is that what you want?”

She could only respond with an incoherent sound, while delight immolated her. He kissed her deeply, then abruptly, without finesse, buried two fingers inside her, her eyes opened wide, her moans were absorbed by his ardent kisses, and the intimate channel of her body clung tightly to his invasion. He stroked inside her, his touch deft, gentle, rhythmic, seeming to relish the wild quivering of her body. Her back was flattened against the wall. Lust---ah, it had to be lust---swept her away, tumbling her along like a pebble in a spring flood.

Desperately, she flexed her thighs to shut him out.

That didn’t work. Instead, the resultant pressure heightened her response.

And he noticed, for he was smiling. That warm, audacious, masculine smile that roused her desire and melted her bones.

“You’re so tight, you know that; like a glove. Feel how tight you are around my fingers?” He might have been petting a cat, taking pleasure in her sensual stretching.

“I don’t respond on purpose.” She reached for his left arm where it lay on her legs, but he replied by removing his left other hand from her breast and wrapping that arm around her. He nuzzled her ear.

She jumped when his breath raised little hairs, and jumped again when his tongue licked the sensitive skin under her ear. “Unfair,” she snapped.

Se didn’t draw back, but only paused. “Why?”

“Because you know what I like and you’re using it against me.”

He chuckled, his amusement wisps of cool air on her heated flesh. “I’m not using it against you.” Between her legs, his fingers slip back and forth in a sweet friction. “I’m using it for you, and for me, too. You’re going to give me what I want.”

“What’s that?” she snapped. “Satisfaction?”

“Yes.” His thumb rubbed her until heat radiated along nerve ways already sizzling with ardor. “Your satisfaction.”

She wanted to give a crushing retort. She really did, but she was afraid that if she opened her mouth she would moan. He made her feel good. He made her feel more. More than last time, more than ever before, more and fabulous.

Shocking, to be so angry yet so aroused.

He wasn’t shocked. He was aroused, too. She could tell by the rocking motion he used when he moved. The water rocked, his fingers rocked, he rocked and something inside her responded to the rhythm she felt inside and out. Her muscles within rippled without her volition, and Sasuke touched her ear with his tongue.

She convulsed.

She didn’t give herself up to the soul-searing pleasure. No, she fought it, but neither Sasuke nor her body gave her a choice. She shuddered, maintaining silence, clutching at his shoulders. She wanted his relentless fingers to stop, but when they did, and pressed against her hard, she convulsed again.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Just what I wanted.”

She breathed in short gasps. “Just what… you wanted?”

A savage trembling began deep within ino, causing her breath to quicken to a soft, lusty whine.

“Meet it, Ino,” Sasuke urged. “Rise to meet it.”

Suddenly, Ino’s body buckled into some ancient, inescapable response. The thunder in the distant skies covered her final cry of release, and she convulsed again and again, helpless in the throes of her body’s savage victory.

When at last the ferocious clenching and unclenching had ceased, Ino’s reason gradually returned. Forcing wide eyes to Sasuke’s face, she saw no demand the, no mockery or revulsion. Instead, he was grinning at her as pleased as if he’d been sated himself.

Wild embarrassment surged through Ino in the wake of her passion. She tried to avoid her face, but Sasuke caught her chin in his hand and made her look at him.

“Don’t,” he said gruffly. “Don’t look that way. It wasn’t wrong, Ino.”

His ability to read her mind so easily was as unsettling as the knowledge that she’d just allowed this man unconscionable liberties in the hot tub. “I suppose you think… I suppose you want…”

Sasuke withdrew his conquering hand, tugged her swimsuit in place. “I think you’re beautiful,” he supplied. “An I want you, too, that’s true. But right now, watching you respond like that was enough.”

She blushed. She was still confused by the power of her release, and she had expected Sasuke to demand his own satisfaction. She was stunned that he could give such fierce fulfillment and ask nothing for himself.

Sasuke rose out of the water, not the least bit self-conscious of his nakedness. The magnitude of his desire for her was all too obvious.

“Might as well hurry. Lunch is waiting,” he said, reaching for a towel of his own. Naturally, the one he chose barely covered him.

Speechless, Ino imagined the thrust of his manhood, imagined her back arching to receive him, imagined a savage renewal of the passion she had felt a while ago. Dimly, she went out of the tub and wrapped herself with a towel as big as a bed sheet.

Sasuke gave her an amused sidelong glance; as though he knew what she was thinking and intoned, “Don’t worry. I’ll court you if that’s what you want. But I’ll have you, too. And thoroughly.”

Having made his incredible vow, he calmly walked out of the room, leaving ino alone with a clamoring flock of strange emotions and unmet needs.

The moment Sasuke was gone; she stumbled to the nearest lounge chair and sank into it, her knees too weak to support her. ‘Well Yamanaka,’ she reflected wryly, ‘now you know. Satisfied?’

Ino winced at the last word. Though she might have wished otherwise, given the identity of the man involved, she was just that.
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Next update, they’ll continue their activities in someone else’s room. Guess who!