Warning: Graphic mature scenes plus hints of kink. Skip this and the next chapter if you're uncomfortable.
Give in, I wanted to give in. The tenderness in his voice when he called my name made my heart squeezed. But my mind was whirring with his admission and how it skewed my world. I opened my mouth, and it was all the invitation that Kawashita needed.
In a flash, his mouth was on my mine. His familiar taste was all it took for my head to clear. Why did I ever try to resist? I wanted this. I missed this. The way his tongue traced my lips before it entered my mouth and that moment when our tongue met each other. It was glorious.
The pulsing desire between my legs became insistent. I held onto his arms.
"Gods, Kawashita." I panted, my gaze unfocused.
"Akira," he mumbled, cupping my neck, kissing me again.
Before I knew it, my hands were on the buckle of his belt, unfastening it. My hands knew what I liked even before I could think about it. I touched the button of his pants, feeling the small patch of his warm skin below the belly.
Kawashita grabbed my hand. "I don't know how could you resist when you wanted it as much as I do."
For a moment, I only stared at him, spellbound. But the glamour broke and a frown came, annoyed at being stopped.
"Not yet." He pressed a light kiss on my mouth. "We have a bet, remember? I'll make you call out my first name."
Groaning, I reached for his pants again but he was quick and stronger. With a chuckle, he placed his hands on my shoulders and whirled me around. We walked until we stood in front of the glass doors.
"How much do you want it anyway?" Kawashita asked, his mouth on my ear.
I shuddered. "Do you have to ask?"
"I want to know." He moved his hands on my hips.
"I would have stripped you right there if you hadn't stopped me." The last words came out as a hiss.
Kawashita chuckled. "So, you want it very much?"
I rolled my eyes even if he couldn't see my face. "Yes. I yearned for it. I pined. I craved you. I hungered for you." I turned to him, glaring. "Is that enough?"
"More than enough." He kissed me again. "Now, turn around again, please."
"Wh—"
He easily flipped me over, and his hands snaked down to my thighs, caressed it before his hands went up under my shirt. His cold fingers reached the side of my bra. My breath hitched. But he only fondled my waist before sliding his hands into the front of my jeans.
"Do you remember that day in the pottery studio?" He popped open the button of my pants.
"How could I forget?" I replied, sounding weak than I intended.
His hands moved to my hips, and he slowly tugged my pants' waistband lower. "Remember how you wanted to do it right there?"
"What?" I tried to whirl back to him, but his hold kept me in place. I let out a huff. "You're the one with exhibitionist tendencies."
"Maybe I do." There was a smile on his voice laced with teasing. "Like I said, there's always a first time for everything."
"I don't know what you're getting at." I shivered as his fingers brushed my bared hips. My pants hung just below my hips. "And I can barely think with your wandering hands."
"Wandering eh," Kawashita said as he jutted out my hips, my bottom hitting his front. He grasped my right buttocks, squeezed it, and then patted it. His touch turning into a soft caress until his hands traveled to the slit between my legs.
I tiptoed unconsciously. "Kawashita."
"That'll change by the time we're over." He leaned in and took a sniff. "You smell so good."
"I haven't even showered," I said.
"Oh, that's why your scent is so strong." He sniffed again.
"Stop smelling me." I shook my head, trying to stop him.
"Why? I love how you smell. It intoxicates me." He then pressed back on my panty cladded slit, rubbing it. "I don't think I can last that long. We better get started. Do you see that fence over there?"
"Yes," I gasped out as his finger brushed against my clitoris.
"Do you think you can see outside if you tried?" he asked.
My brows furrowed. "If I tried, yeah."
"So it's also possible for someone to peek inside, yes? Do you think they would see us from here? They'd see you trembling with pleasure." Two fingers pressed harder on my clit. "You're soaked."
"You're kidding, right?" My voice trembled as I arched my back a little. The pressure from his hand was mind-numbing.
"Do you have any idea how many guests we have right now?" His tone turned harsher as he slipped his fingers inside my panties, sliding it back and forth. The sloppy wet sound it made echoed and bounced back inside the room.
"I—No…I—Kawashita," I whimpered.
"Akira," he ordered as he rubbed the entrance to my pussy, plunging two fingers inside.
A loud scream I didn't know I had in me reverberated. Kawashita took out his fingers before pushing it back in. With his other hand, he raised the layers of my shirt and pulled up my bra, cupping my left breast.
"They'll see your perky little breast, Reiko." His voice was scratchy as his breath came in between gasps. "Your hard nipples."
The said nipple was in between his fingers. I trembled. I didn't know where to look, the fence or sideways. I placed a hand on the glass, my knees going weak as Kawashita kept ongoing. My moans came freely now, loud and unashamed. The tempo of his hands increased like a crescendo reaching its peak. Until it stopped before it climbed up to the top.
Kawashita pulled out his fingers.