Love from Venus: Arc 1, Part 4a
Title: Love from Venus
Part: ARC 1, Part 4a
Author: Aquarius Galuxy
Fandom: Power Stone
Pairing: Rouge/Ryoma
Genre: Romance/Erotica/Friendship/AU
Rating: varies from PG to NC-17
Word count: 10,280 (Part A: 6k words)
Summary: Sales representative Ryoma Iwakura's life careens off course when a business deal brings him to a hostess bar, and into the company of hostess and strip club dancer Rouge. A spark of attraction ignites between them, one Ryoma tries to deny. Despite his reservations, he embarks on a scandalous friendship with Rouge that questions his plans for the future.
Author's Notes: Okay, I don't know how this blew up into 10k words. Sex scene alone is 8.8k words. Be glad you didn't see the grin plastered all over my face when I edited it. =p Took forever to write/edit. Prompts are from 10_prompts.
#14 (12: 3 Language)
Puddles of rainwater gathered at their feet the moment they entered Ryoma's apartment. Rouge glanced apologetically at her host, keenly aware that she looked a bedraggled mess with cosmetics streaking over her face and her clothes dripping onto his clean tiled floors. The man hardly seemed to mind, however. All he did was accept the jacket he'd lent her for shelter and wring it right outside his door.
Their journey had been mostly quiet, made awkward by that one heated kiss they'd shared in the rain. It had put ideas into her head, ideas that plagued her with every step she'd taken, that probably shouldn't have existed. Rouge sneezed.
"The bathroom's straight ahead. Go into the kitchen and you'll see it," he muttered gruffly, checking on her to make sure she heard.
She nodded and looked around his living space. 'Small' was hardly apt in describing his home -- it was tiny. Somehow, he'd managed to fit a double bed, a three-seater, a desk, a set of drawers and a TV into what looked to be the only room in his apartment.
"Falcon's going to be out the whole night," Ryoma told her as he stepped back in and shut the door. "So we won't be loudly speculated on, at least."
There was a flicker of blonde hair in her memory. She remembered where she'd seen his roommate -- in the hostess club. Rouge gaped at him. "You share this tiny place with another guy?"
Ryoma shrugged. He avoided looking in her general direction, peeling his clinging cotton shirt off. Rouge swallowed and stared. "It wasn't my intention to live with someone else when I first rented it."
"You aren't in a relationship with him, are you?" A giggle burst from her lips at the sudden thought. It'd be believable that the two men were together, seeing as how they knew each other reasonably well. That they were roommates heightened her suspicions all the more. Rouge glanced at him, unable to keep the grin off her face. It was either she ogled his toned chest or joked with him, really.
Ryoma turned a dangerous glare on her. A quiver ran up her spine when his eyes bore into hers; she licked her lips. And here she thought he'd be a submissive one. "I am not into men," he muttered sullenly. She didn't miss the way his gaze flickered briefly over her soaked clothes, before he glanced away, as if that had never occurred at all.
Well, two could play at that game. Rouge stalked over to him, sliding a fingertip down the middle of his damp pectorals, to the contours of his abdomen. Ryoma's warmth was delicious. He inhaled audibly. She did not bother meeting his eyes, instead sashaying to the bathroom that he'd directed her to.
There was no doubt that his attention was affixed onto her every move.
Rouge smirked when she found the doorway and slipped in without missing a beat. It wasn't as if she was wearing anything revealing -- just a plain sweater, a shirt and pants. Had he mentally undressed her? She grinned.
Cloistered within the cramped bathroom, Rouge washed the ruined makeup off her face and hair, her blood thrumming with anticipation. Her clothes stuck clammily to her skin; she found a clean towel and dried her face, smiling nevertheless with the pleasure of feeling refreshed.
Her thoughts returned to Ryoma soon after, even as she surveyed the square of bathroom space he had. Sparsely-filled shelves stretched across the walls, atypical of male occupants. Behind her, a bathtub staked its territory over half the enclosed space. Rouge licked her lips when a sudden visual of the man soaping himself slid into her mind. She could imagine aiding him with the lather, reaching for places he probably wouldn't approve of. Her lips spread in a wider grin.
She sneezed. The gesture disrupted her thoughts and raised goosebumps on her skin. Rouge glanced around the bathroom, realising that there weren't any spare towels for use. She chuckled in mirth and wriggled out of her soaked sweater, before wringing rainwater from it. There really wasn't a better excuse. "Ryoma?"
Her pants came off next, lumped into a wet heap she gathered in her hands.
"What is it?" He called from the bed- and living room, his voice drawing closer. Rouge glanced at the doorway and began undoing the buttons on her shirt single-handedly.
"Do you happen to have any spare towels?" she asked, innocence written all over her expression, when he stepped into the kitchen and turned to face her.
Colour surged into the man's cheeks. Rouge watched as his gaze trailed over her half-open shirt, where the silver shimmer of her bikini top winked at him, down her belly, to the scrap of sequins that cling around her hips. He stared along the rest of her legs. "Damnit, woman."
"See something you like?" She smirked, waving her discarded clothing at him. His lips moved, but no sound emerged. A laugh bubbled from her throat. "Do you have somewhere I can dry my things?"
"I... I'll take care of them." Ryoma seemed to come to his senses, glancing out of his kitchen thoughtfully to distract himself. "They'll take 'til morning to dry, I'm afraid."
"Got that." Rouge liberated the rest of her buttons and slipped her shirt off, adding it to her pile. "There, while you're at it."
"But--" Ryoma ogled her skimpy top, only dragging his eyes away after some seconds. He held his hand out for her clothes. "I'll do it. Just... get into something decent when you're done."
"I have nothing decent aside from all these." Rouge passed her articles over and pointed laughingly at them. He was sexy, trying to conceal his interest and failing so very badly at it.
"I'll get you something." He turned swiftly away, halting when she rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Wait," she murmured, gently stroking the plane of his back. Ryoma enticed her touch and she couldn't keep herself away, instead taking a step closer to his form, slipping her arms around his bare chest. Her breasts flattened into his back.
He stilled in her embrace, shifting his head slightly to look at her. She felt his heart rate quicken beneath her palm, felt her own mirror his reaction. "What do you think you're doing, Rouge?"
"Showing my appreciation for your hospitality." Her lips twitched of their own volition. Without waiting for his response, she brushed her fingertips over his nipples, grinning when they hardened. Lust filtered into her blood. Rouge parted her lips and bit softly into his shoulder, dragging her teeth across his skin.
"I don't need 'appreciation'," he grated, catching her wrist with his free hand. "Rouge."
"Not yet, you don't." She met his gaze through her lashes, sucked lightly on him. His eyes darkened in a way that sent a thrill through her insides. Rouge purred, slipping her other hand down his strong abdomen, to his belt buckle. Heat swirled in her loins when she imagined what his crotch looked like right at that moment. Ryoma dropped her clothes and reached for her other wrist, but not before her fingertips skimmed over taut cloth. "Mm."
"Stop it, Rouge." He removed both her hands from his body, crouching to retrieve his bundle.
She smiled at his stubbornness, moving to his front so he faced her when he stood. Ryoma looked steadfastly to the side. "I'm showing you what you're trying so hard to ignore."
"I'm not ignoring anything." He turned a warning stare on her, forehead creasing in a frown.
"You're ignoring this, Ryoma," she murmured, reaching down to cup his erection through his pants. The corners of her mouth twitched when he inhaled sharply. He was tantalisingly hard, and big. She couldn't help smoothing her fingers over his entire length, gauging his size. Wetness slicked her core. "Do us both a favour and follow me, would you?"
When his lips began to form the word 'no', Rouge leaned forward, pressing her mouth to his. She felt Ryoma drop her clothes again, smirking against him as she stroked his lips with hers, stealing his very breath. Alcohol lingered on his scent. Ryoma mumbled something incoherent; she ignored it, curling her fingers into his tied hair and deepening the kiss.
To her surprise, Ryoma parted his lips when she trailed her tongue over the seam of his mouth. The silken heat beyond his lips tempted her, slid against her tongue when she eased his mouth open, in a way that made her wonder just what the man's true stance was. He wasn't resisting her, hadn't rejected her in the alleys. In fact, on both counts, she'd felt his arousal making its presence known.
She tasted whiskey on him, threading both her hands through his hair, freeing his thick mane from its elastic band. His tongue slid against hers, hot and wet. Rouge drew him into her mouth and sucked lightly. His eyes sprung open. She grinned up at him, bringing a hand down his front and fondling his nipple. Ryoma was close to edible, and she hadn't even started on the best parts of him yet.
Ryoma gasped for air when she detached her lips from his mouth and trailed a scorching path down his jaw. Her tongue flicked over his throat, light and teasing, awakening every last nerve in his body. He had little idea what she was doing; all he knew was her soft lips closing over his skin and tugging provocatively, each little suckle jacking up his pulse.
Her sequined breasts rubbed against him, forming an effective diversion alongside purposeful fingers that explored his chest. His body had long betrayed him with this half-naked woman kissing him senseless, tweaking pleasure into his nipple, that he had no idea could be used against him until now.
Rouge's teeth grazed his skin so distractingly that he only knew something was amiss when his belt loosened around his waist and her warm fingers slipped into his pants, fondling his cock through his underwear. Sensation throbbed in his flesh. He hissed and pulled her hand out of his clothes, taking a step back. His calves met the low wall of the bath. He stared at her, face aflame.
"We need to stop this," he rasped, tugging his dishevelled pants back into place. His body told him that he'd be better off being naked and entangled with her.
"Could you run the shower for me, in that case?" Rouge wetted her lips and scanned him from head to toe, grinning when she eyed his open pants. Ryoma had a fleeting fantasy of her mouth wrapped around his length. He banished the thought in mortification, vehemently ignoring the throb of approval in his groin. "I'd like to avoid catching a cold."
He couldn't say no. He was the host, after all. With a cautious glance at Rouge, Ryoma turned to the shower and started to adjust the taps, slowly so he'd get hit the right temperature. "Just don't try anything funny," he told her over the dash of water. Steam billowed from the shower spray.
"Mm. Sure." There was a soft click, that he identified as the door of the bathroom shutting. Scarcely had he turned to check on it when he felt slender arms snake around his waist and smooth mounds molding into his back. Soft, bare breasts with distinctly hard peaks. Ryoma swallowed hard. His mind whipped up an image of her utterly naked, and he could do nothing but respond to it. He felt her tip her head, taking his earlobe between her lips. Warm breath feathered against his cheek. "I'm completely serious about this, Ryoma."
Whatever she was doing, it was working flawlessly on him, because he couldn't bring himself to stop her when she stripped him of his pants. Her body clung into his, titillating and warm. He hoped fervently that she still had her thong on.
Rouge slipped a hand to his front and caressed his abdomen. He knew it was useless to want her to not probe further, but he sent a plea to the gods anyway, and bit down a groan when her fingers glided over his straining cock, stroking him from base to tip through the last garment upholding his decency.
"Very nice," she breathed into his ear, not pausing in her survey. He heard a smile in her voice, right before she ventured further down and cupped his balls, fondling them. He uttered her name, cursing himself when it emerged as a moan. His heart was beating so loud that he wasn't sure he was thinking anymore, save for how very bare she was, and how much better she'd feel if he was in her. "Take a shower with me, Ryoma."
"I shouldn't," he protested, breathing sharply when she crept her hand into his last article of clothing and rubbed his erection firmly, forcing a groan from his lips. No, she was not good for him, not when her fingers trailed to his very end and swirled around him, teasing wetness from his arousal. Pleasure buzzed at their points of contact.
This wasn't right. Her touching him wasn't right. His desire to be fitted snugly in her was the wrongest of all.
"Both of us will get warm faster." He knew she'd grinned even without looking, reaching for her hands when she curled her fingers around his waistband. Ryoma knew he'd lost half the battle when she freed him of his underwear even before he could form an answer.
Rouge stepped into the bath, walking its length and admiring his body from her available angles. Droplets of water slid alluringly over her skin. He bit his lip. She really had been naked the whole time. His sex grew fuller than it already was. She met his gaze when she got to the showerhead, lust thick in her single visible eye. Ryoma felt his own need flare to match hers.
She looked back down to his crotch -- that he wasn't surprised by. What did catch him off guard was Rouge wrapping her soft fingers around his cock and tugging lightly on it, the friction generated yanking a gasp from his throat. "Come on in, before I use other... methods to get you to shower."
Ryoma swallowed, starkly conscious of how she was guiding him where she wanted, but he was powerless to stop her in the face of his own desire. He stepped into the bath with her, flushing when her lips curved in a slow smirk. Rouge was soaked all over again, now, from the thick coils of her hair to crystalline rivulets criss-crossing over her breasts. She turned to allow some spray to reach him, finally releasing her hold on his manhood. Ryoma relaxed by a fraction.
But she stepped behind him then and turned him around, letting the shower wet his entire physique. He watched her curiously. Rouge really was serious about bathing together. She leaned in and shut the water off after some moments, grinning at him when her body pressed into his. He gulped.
Ryoma was contemplating making an excuse to leave when she found the soap, lathering her hands and trailing a line of bubbles down his chest. His breath caught at her touch. He made to protest when she took each of his wrists and rubbed foam into his palms, before lifting them to her breasts, applying pressure to his fingers so his grip closed around her flesh. They were far softer than he expected, and exquisitely smooth. His cheeks flooded with red.
"Help soap me, Ryoma," she murmured mirthfully at his surprise. "You do know how to, don't you?"
When he remained dumbfounded, her lips pulled into that familiar smirk. She dragged his hands slowly over her chest, so that her stiff nipples ground into his palm. Arousal throbbed in his loins. Some moments ticked by before he dared to stroke his hands over her body himself. She moaned quietly in enjoyment, turning around and leaning against him. His attention fell promptly to where he indented her back.
It became apparent that he'd stopped lathering her when she slanted a glance at him, reaching up to tilt his head down to hers. Her breasts were larger from this perspective. More heat pooled in his crotch. He looked quickly at her face, afraid to let her know just how much he liked her naked chest.
Ryoma permitted her entrance much sooner this time, immediately parting his lips when she licked him, letting her taste him in another searing, slick kiss. She moaned into his mouth when he rubbed her breasts, guiding one of his hands down between her legs. He froze; she whimpered hungrily, spreading her thighs and urging his hand between them. He hadn't anticipated how soft and velvety her womanhood was, how wet its curves would make him.
Rouge led his fingers to a little nub that protruded from between her nether lips, gasping when she taught him to stroke it. She started to quiver against him the longer he teased that pearl-like flesh, to the point where she stopped kissing him altogether, her eye closing and lips parting in pleading mewls that he could not disobey. He tried slipping the fingers of his other hand along her slit, keeping his touch on her clit, spreading her hot, slippery pussy open with his digits.
Rouge tensed in his embrace right then, crying out sharply and clutching his arms as she arched her back, wetness dripping onto his fingers. He stared at her in surprise, feeling a touch of triumph that he'd brought her to orgasm. His body thrummed.
It was a few moments before she regained her balance, turning around and blushing prettily at him. "Thanks for that, Ryoma."
"I, uh, it was my pleasure." He coloured at the words after he'd said them, looking away from her self-consciously.
She chuckled and handed him the bar of soap. "All right, let's get down to business. I'll lather you and you'll do the same for me."
The suggestion that they lathered themselves instead weighed heavily on his mind as he rubbed foam onto his hands, until Rouge retrieved the soap with a steamy kiss that made him remember his unsated hunger all too well. She started on him first, cleaning his shoulders and arms with quick efficiency. Ryoma wondered if she was through with sex for the night. The prospect both relieved and frustrated him; he'd much rather she be done with the shower for the sake of his sanity.
It was after much hesitance that he dared lay his hands on her shoulders, slowly rubbing bubbles down her neck and arms. Her visible eye fluttered shut for moments, and she purred throatily, pouting when he paused again at her breasts. Ryoma dropped his gaze to her damp chest, which had lost its bubbles over the course of their interlude. They looked inviting, as if begging to be suckled. Quite suddenly, he thought of pleasuring her with his lips and tongue 'til she squirmed and writhed beneath him. His cock throbbed. He shouldn't have liked it, shouldn't have responded to it, but he did.
Rouge glanced knowingly between his flushed cheeks and his crotch, barely pausing in spreading foam across his chest. Her nails dragged over his nipples; he gasped when pleasure sparked in his body. After more dallying, Ryoma rubbed his palms over her breasts, staring as they plumped out at the sides. He passed his hands over her chest again, just to be sure that he'd soaped her thoroughly. Not to get another feel of her luscious mounds. She smiled slowly at him. "Good boy."
When he reached her abdomen, Rouge stepped behind him, lathering his back with copious amounts of foam. She ran her hands over his rear, more sensually than was appropriate for a shower. But then he discovered that he'd run out of lather and looked towards her for the soap.
"More?" She wiggled the object of interest at him. He nodded. Rouge tipped her lips towards his, hiding his soap behind her back. "Kiss me for it. A good kiss, mind you."
She knew how to wind him around her finger. It wasn't a comforting thought. Ryoma stared dourly at her, wondering if he could just reach behind her for the soap. Rouge guessed his intentions and backed up against the wall, raising her eyebrows to challenge him. Damn woman. Sure, he liked her, but that didn't mean he'd want to take advantage of all she had to offer.
Figuring that he had nothing left to lose, Ryoma stepped forward and pinned her to the wall, lowering his mouth to hers and brushing over her lightly. It felt strange, kissing her voluntarily like that. She grinned against him but did not part her lips, leaving him more than a little desperate when she slipped a hand between them and wrapped soapy fingers around his cock. Rouge gave him a slow, wicked squeeze. Ryoma grunted, pulsing in her hand. He knew he should pull away, but the pleasure she'd begun to massage into his flesh left him very much torn.
He groaned and pressed his mouth to hers, nipping at her lips like she'd done to his. She parted them with a purr, welcoming him wetly when he advanced into her mouth, her tongue gliding against his. The silky feel of her flesh had him wanting more; the way her tongue twisted and danced against his gave him images of what it'd be like if he were to press himself against her this very moment, pushing between her legs like he'd wanted to do. She'd be hot and tight and milking him for his cum.
Ryoma flushed, pulled away from her in shock. Where had that thought crawled out from? Rouge grinned up at him, her only answer coming in the form of slippery fingers swirling around his length. He avoided looking at where they met, even when his body anchored his attention there. Ryoma held his hand out. "Soap, please."
Rouge grinned and placed the rounded bar in his hand, turning around to allow him access to her back. She drew her thick locks over her shoulder. He swatted away the idea that she looked especially feminine with that hairstyle.
Lathering her back wasn't distracting -- what stopped him from progressing further were the smooth curves of her ass, that made him squirm just by looking at her. He could picture having her tender cheeks wrap around his cock, bit his lip when she looked back at him and wriggled her pert rump.
She was about to press her derriere into him when he held his palm out to stop her, swallowing when her lush curves slid against his hand. He lathered her ass as quickly as he could, trying not to think of it as feeling her up. Which he was doing, technically speaking.
Rouge had to know how torturous this was when she turned around again, capturing his lips in another kiss. She took him back into her hand in a gesture that was starting to become frighteningly familiar. "Just making sure you're clean," she murmured against his lips, drawing her fingers from his base to his very tip, trailing her thumb over his cleft. Pleasure singed his length; he breathed unevenly, trying frantically not to imagine her lips lingering where her hand was. She pumped his flesh, watching his face as she brushed fingers down his balls, caressing him with quick, deft strokes.
Just as he was about to beg her to stop, Rouge withdrew her hand from his crotch, crouching to soap his legs. He watched her uncomfortably, painfully aware of the protrusion from his groin that had to be far too obvious where she was.
She looked up then, gazing at first his erection, then his face. "You look especially big from here, Ryoma."
He flushed. The intent in her eye was nothing short of lascivious. She patted his calf to get at his sole, lathering his feet without revealing how much she actually wanted him. But he knew that the sex wasn't stopping here. Oh, no, it wasn't.
Rouge stood up once she'd finished, grinning slyly when she passed him the soap. He did as she had done, squatting at her feet. The reason for her smile mystified him. She lifted her slender leg, moaning softly when he covered her calf and thigh with foam. Rouge fitted the arch of her foot over his shoulder, spreading her legs just as he looked up at her. Ryoma couldn't help but gape at the juncture between her thighs. The lack of bubbles there was starkly obvious.
Ryoma tore his gaze away, soaping her other leg as quickly as he could. When he got to her hip, though, Rouge reached down to her sex, stroking over it with soapy fingers. He stared. Heard her low chuckle and stared more when she slipped her fingers into her folds. His eyes widened. That was why she'd smiled. He watched her pussylips spread around her digits, berated himself for not looking away, for wondering if they'd part like that if he were to probe into her too. With his cock. His body raged.
Rouge crooked a finger at him when the visual torment was over, turning the shower on. He got to his feet; they took turns to rinse. He admired the sleek curves of her body when she unravelled her knee-length hair from its braid, barely doling attention to himself. She stepped out of the bathtub and wrung her hair dry.
"Towel?" Rouge grinned at him, laughing when he realised that he hadn't brought any in.
"I'll get some." Dripping with water, Ryoma hurried out to his closet, grabbing a couple of towels before returning to the bathroom. Rouge buried her face in hers as soon as he handed it over. He dried himself a little more thoroughly, thinking to tell her that she could have his bed for the night.
Being a distance away from Rouge cleared the fog in his mind by a fraction. Honestly, he shouldn't be doing this. What about his rules, and the morals he lived by? He shouldn't have showered with a woman he barely knew, shouldn't have touched her where usually he'd never set eyes upon.
Firm fingers on his chest halted his thoughts. He looked up and found Rouge much closer than he thought she'd been, stepping back. She didn't bat an eyelid at his reaction. Ryoma watched as she set her towel aside, slipping her arms around his waist and leaning flush against him. His breath caught. Her skin was still moist from the shower, as was his.
"I'm not done with you yet," she murmured, gazing up at him in a way that left no question as to her desire. His focus slid to where her breasts pressed into his front, to where his cock pushed into her belly. She took his towel, letting it join hers on the counter.
His apprehension evaporated when she circled his cock with her fingers once again, drawing him close. This time, their lips didn't meet. Instead, she dragged her mouth over his throat, finding that same spot she'd suckled and latching on, biting and licking at his skin 'til his pulse leapt violently. Hunger roared in his middle when she caressed his length, pleasure pulsing more intensely without the slippery foam. He gasped; she chuckled against his skin and toyed with his arousal languorously, pumping his flesh to the point where he thought he might have to pin her down to assuage his desire, to cool his simmering blood. "Rouge," he muttered hoarsely, awaiting her reaction.
Ryoma was losing his grasp on logic, so sweet was the tune her body sung. His own form responded with throbs and wetness and an urge so strong he barely restrained it. Commands of higher thought order fell secondary to the growing need in his veins, which was spoken in that primal language she didn't require words to comprehend. All she told his body was a fleeting squeeze to his tip. He replied with a helpless groan, leaving a trace of precum in her hand.
"Need something?" She pulled away from his throat, looking guiltlessly at him. He clenched his jaw, exhaling unsteadily when she tightened her hold on his manhood, leading him out of the bathroom and to his bed.
Rouge sat on the edge of his mattress, keeping her grip on him. He remained standing, licked his lips in anticipation as he gazed down at her. Ryoma felt vulnerable in this position. She was a hot, hot woman dominating him via his cock, and she was enjoying every moment of it. He squirmed. Water evaporated from his skin in thin films, only to be replaced with sweat when she dipped her head and parted her lips, drawing her slick tongue over his length.
He froze in shock, exhaling sharply at the sensations she dealt him, his breath quickening when she began to circle her tongue over his stiff flesh, from apex to base, leaving a gleaming trail of saliva over his skin. Rouge dragged her lips over him, parting them as if she was about to kiss him in that very intimate place -- he blushed -- and then took him into her hot mouth, welcoming him with her tongue and a slow, long suck. He moaned. Ryoma lost track of how long she tasted him, only being aware of when her hands joined in, squeezing and stroking his cock and balls.
Rouge pleasured him with little slurps and moans that made him pant, before drawing away, until he was almost out of her mouth. Hot breath puffed over his tender skin. He gritted his teeth at the lack of contact, staring uncertainly at her.
What she expected became obvious when she grinned and looked up at him, purposefully laving his head and leaving her lips parted.
Ryoma flushed, pushed into her mouth, groaning when she rewarded him with a long draw. It was a disgrace to be so needy, but he couldn't stop thrusting once he'd started, his body responding to her every lick and suckle. This dragged on to the point where he thought he might blow, breathing raggedly and clenching his fists. He deepened his strokes, grinding into her slippery tongue.
Rouge pulled away completely then, leaving a trail of wetness connecting his flesh to her lips. A growl burst from his throat; his cock pulsed and demanded release.
She sat back and watched him, looking almost like a goddess descended on Earth, with her halo of hair cascading over her shoulders and her full lips kiss-swollen. She was perched on his bed, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, pupil lust-dilated. In the fluorescent light of his apartment, Ryoma realised that her eye was grey. It had been too dim in her workplaces to discern that particular characteristic of hers. He watched her, half-afraid of what she might do next. Her single-eyed gaze coasted over him; his body tightened under her scrutiny.
She moved backwards, onto the bed, twitching her finger at him with a smile. Ryoma climbed on tentatively. His eyes bulged when she opened her legs, exposing her womanhood. It was wrong to stare. He fed on the sight of her damp crotch anyway, tensing when his arousal throbbed. She glistened with wetness, and he understood then that she'd enjoyed sucking him as much as he had.
Rouge wound her fingers into his hair when he shifted closer, angling his face towards hers for another torrid kiss. She didn't bother with permission, merely sliding her tongue into his mouth and tasting him sensuously. There was a slight tang to her that hadn't been there before -- realisation that it had come from him sent shades of colour onto his cheeks in the moments after she pulled away.
The fingers in his hair coaxed his head down despite his reaction, 'til he faced her breasts. His gaze shot to hers in surprise. Rouge grinned, leaning in and rubbing her soft mounds into his cheeks. "Suck me, Ryoma," she purred, her voice thick and sultry.
He shivered and obeyed, her pebbled crests doing little to ease the fullness at his loins. They trailed enticingly over his face, one slipping past his lips. He groaned and drew it into his mouth, gently nibbling and sucking on her nipple. Rouge moaned, arched against him. His hair knotted between her fingers. Encouraged, he took more of her breast past his lips, reaching up to fondle her other smooth mound. She gasped and squirmed against him. Her reaction resonated with his lust; he suckled harder on her breast, blood coursing when she dragged him down with her onto the pillows.
Rouge found his hand and brought it to the apex of her legs, guiding his fingers onto her slit. With knowledge of her preferences now, he firmly stroked her swollen clit. She cried out, breathing hard. When he next glanced at her face, her eye was shuttered, features contorted in enjoyment. He swirled his thumb around her stiff nub. She bucked her hips at his hand, mewling.
Ryoma ignored the matching surge of desire in his crotch, focusing on pleasuring her other breast with his lips. His thumb ground into her clit; his other fingers slipped over her soft lips and wandered along them, to where he hadn't the chance to explore previously, probing into the sopping heat of her core.
Rouge purred his name and writhed, spreading her legs wider in invitation. Her juices slicked his fingertips, luring him into her depths. He swallowed, pushing his index finger in. Gods, she was so tight and hot. It almost undid him just imagining his cock into her. She bucked her hips at him, taking his finger more fully into her. Ryoma suppressed his groan, sliding and curling his appendage within her sex.
"Yes, more!" Rouge thrashed against him, grinding her breast against his mouth, her hips rolling up at his hand. She wrapped her warm fingers around his length again, rubbing him insistently.
Ryoma obeyed, his breath stuttering. He suckled the nipple he wasn't aware he'd forgotten, withdrawing his finger from her pussy. She whimpered in disappointment, only quieting when he eased two fingers into her, slowly plunging them in and out. Her juices slicked his fingers. He pressed them in deeper, until they were buried to his knuckles, nudging her clit with his thumb. Rouge gasped and squeezed his erection, only stopping when a flick of his thumb forced a cry from her lips.
She tangled her fingers in his hair and drew him away from her chest then, licking her lips. Ryoma subconsciously thought that her flushed cheeks made her far prettier than normal. Rouge grinned slovenly up at him, catching the wrist at her crotch and withdrawing his fingers, lifting them to his lips. "Taste me."
He stared at her, eyes popping, looking between her confident smile and his glistening fingers. They'd just been between her legs, in her. Heat flooded his cheeks. Rouge didn't retract her suggestion. Slowly, he brought his digits to her mouth, licking her juices off. She was salty and musky, and knowing that he'd caused her to be this wet made him a little more responsive to her, to how she eased his face between her thighs.
His gaze flew up to hers in shock.
"Please, Ryoma." She smiled up at him, stripping him of his doubts. With his loins full and seeking gratification, he braced himself against the mattress, lowering his lips to her nether ones and kissing them lightly. She made a soft sound of pleasure in her throat, caressing his hair. He intensified the kiss at her delight, anchoring his mouth to her pussy, sliding his tongue into her soaked cleft.
Her fingers dug painfully into his scalp the instant he dragged his tongue over her clit. Ryoma slithered his tongue along her lips, to where her flesh yielded to him, pushing into her core. She gasped shallowly, winding both her hands in his hair, grinding herself into his face. The urgent press of her lips saturated his need to make her cum again. What he didn't foresee, however, was the way she rested her foot on his back, caressing him with her sole.
It roused him, submitting to her like that, to the point where a frisson of arousal twined through his body when she rubbed his neck with her foot. Ryoma wriggled his tongue in and out of her core, thumbing her clit furiously. Rouge moaned and writhed, holding his head firmly at her loins. Her cries grew higher-pitched, plateauing when he shifted his lips to her clit, replacing his tongue with fingers in her pussy.
Rouge stiffened right as his teeth grazed her swollen nub, a harsh cry tearing from her throat. Her drenched heat clenched around his fingers; her hands gripped his hair 'til it hurt. Ryoma glanced up at her and stared in awe at the pleasure scrawled across her features, hardly believing that he'd brought her to climax a second time.
But some part of him did, reminding him of the desire singing in his veins. He pulled away from her hips, glancing down at the damp flesh between her legs, licking his lips. He was still throbbing for her.
She grinned up at him when she regained her breath, her full breasts heaving, shortly before she studied his cock. Her lips pulled into a smirk. He flushed at her attention. If anything, her stare made him grow wetter still.
Part B can be found here: http://aquarius-galuxy.livejournal.com/572630.html
Part: ARC 1, Part 4a
Author: Aquarius Galuxy
Fandom: Power Stone
Pairing: Rouge/Ryoma
Genre: Romance/Erotica/Friendship/AU
Rating: varies from PG to NC-17
Word count: 10,280 (Part A: 6k words)
Summary: Sales representative Ryoma Iwakura's life careens off course when a business deal brings him to a hostess bar, and into the company of hostess and strip club dancer Rouge. A spark of attraction ignites between them, one Ryoma tries to deny. Despite his reservations, he embarks on a scandalous friendship with Rouge that questions his plans for the future.
Author's Notes: Okay, I don't know how this blew up into 10k words. Sex scene alone is 8.8k words. Be glad you didn't see the grin plastered all over my face when I edited it. =p Took forever to write/edit. Prompts are from 10_prompts.
#14 (12: 3 Language)
Puddles of rainwater gathered at their feet the moment they entered Ryoma's apartment. Rouge glanced apologetically at her host, keenly aware that she looked a bedraggled mess with cosmetics streaking over her face and her clothes dripping onto his clean tiled floors. The man hardly seemed to mind, however. All he did was accept the jacket he'd lent her for shelter and wring it right outside his door.
Their journey had been mostly quiet, made awkward by that one heated kiss they'd shared in the rain. It had put ideas into her head, ideas that plagued her with every step she'd taken, that probably shouldn't have existed. Rouge sneezed.
"The bathroom's straight ahead. Go into the kitchen and you'll see it," he muttered gruffly, checking on her to make sure she heard.
She nodded and looked around his living space. 'Small' was hardly apt in describing his home -- it was tiny. Somehow, he'd managed to fit a double bed, a three-seater, a desk, a set of drawers and a TV into what looked to be the only room in his apartment.
"Falcon's going to be out the whole night," Ryoma told her as he stepped back in and shut the door. "So we won't be loudly speculated on, at least."
There was a flicker of blonde hair in her memory. She remembered where she'd seen his roommate -- in the hostess club. Rouge gaped at him. "You share this tiny place with another guy?"
Ryoma shrugged. He avoided looking in her general direction, peeling his clinging cotton shirt off. Rouge swallowed and stared. "It wasn't my intention to live with someone else when I first rented it."
"You aren't in a relationship with him, are you?" A giggle burst from her lips at the sudden thought. It'd be believable that the two men were together, seeing as how they knew each other reasonably well. That they were roommates heightened her suspicions all the more. Rouge glanced at him, unable to keep the grin off her face. It was either she ogled his toned chest or joked with him, really.
Ryoma turned a dangerous glare on her. A quiver ran up her spine when his eyes bore into hers; she licked her lips. And here she thought he'd be a submissive one. "I am not into men," he muttered sullenly. She didn't miss the way his gaze flickered briefly over her soaked clothes, before he glanced away, as if that had never occurred at all.
Well, two could play at that game. Rouge stalked over to him, sliding a fingertip down the middle of his damp pectorals, to the contours of his abdomen. Ryoma's warmth was delicious. He inhaled audibly. She did not bother meeting his eyes, instead sashaying to the bathroom that he'd directed her to.
There was no doubt that his attention was affixed onto her every move.
Rouge smirked when she found the doorway and slipped in without missing a beat. It wasn't as if she was wearing anything revealing -- just a plain sweater, a shirt and pants. Had he mentally undressed her? She grinned.
Cloistered within the cramped bathroom, Rouge washed the ruined makeup off her face and hair, her blood thrumming with anticipation. Her clothes stuck clammily to her skin; she found a clean towel and dried her face, smiling nevertheless with the pleasure of feeling refreshed.
Her thoughts returned to Ryoma soon after, even as she surveyed the square of bathroom space he had. Sparsely-filled shelves stretched across the walls, atypical of male occupants. Behind her, a bathtub staked its territory over half the enclosed space. Rouge licked her lips when a sudden visual of the man soaping himself slid into her mind. She could imagine aiding him with the lather, reaching for places he probably wouldn't approve of. Her lips spread in a wider grin.
She sneezed. The gesture disrupted her thoughts and raised goosebumps on her skin. Rouge glanced around the bathroom, realising that there weren't any spare towels for use. She chuckled in mirth and wriggled out of her soaked sweater, before wringing rainwater from it. There really wasn't a better excuse. "Ryoma?"
Her pants came off next, lumped into a wet heap she gathered in her hands.
"What is it?" He called from the bed- and living room, his voice drawing closer. Rouge glanced at the doorway and began undoing the buttons on her shirt single-handedly.
"Do you happen to have any spare towels?" she asked, innocence written all over her expression, when he stepped into the kitchen and turned to face her.
Colour surged into the man's cheeks. Rouge watched as his gaze trailed over her half-open shirt, where the silver shimmer of her bikini top winked at him, down her belly, to the scrap of sequins that cling around her hips. He stared along the rest of her legs. "Damnit, woman."
"See something you like?" She smirked, waving her discarded clothing at him. His lips moved, but no sound emerged. A laugh bubbled from her throat. "Do you have somewhere I can dry my things?"
"I... I'll take care of them." Ryoma seemed to come to his senses, glancing out of his kitchen thoughtfully to distract himself. "They'll take 'til morning to dry, I'm afraid."
"Got that." Rouge liberated the rest of her buttons and slipped her shirt off, adding it to her pile. "There, while you're at it."
"But--" Ryoma ogled her skimpy top, only dragging his eyes away after some seconds. He held his hand out for her clothes. "I'll do it. Just... get into something decent when you're done."
"I have nothing decent aside from all these." Rouge passed her articles over and pointed laughingly at them. He was sexy, trying to conceal his interest and failing so very badly at it.
"I'll get you something." He turned swiftly away, halting when she rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Wait," she murmured, gently stroking the plane of his back. Ryoma enticed her touch and she couldn't keep herself away, instead taking a step closer to his form, slipping her arms around his bare chest. Her breasts flattened into his back.
He stilled in her embrace, shifting his head slightly to look at her. She felt his heart rate quicken beneath her palm, felt her own mirror his reaction. "What do you think you're doing, Rouge?"
"Showing my appreciation for your hospitality." Her lips twitched of their own volition. Without waiting for his response, she brushed her fingertips over his nipples, grinning when they hardened. Lust filtered into her blood. Rouge parted her lips and bit softly into his shoulder, dragging her teeth across his skin.
"I don't need 'appreciation'," he grated, catching her wrist with his free hand. "Rouge."
"Not yet, you don't." She met his gaze through her lashes, sucked lightly on him. His eyes darkened in a way that sent a thrill through her insides. Rouge purred, slipping her other hand down his strong abdomen, to his belt buckle. Heat swirled in her loins when she imagined what his crotch looked like right at that moment. Ryoma dropped her clothes and reached for her other wrist, but not before her fingertips skimmed over taut cloth. "Mm."
"Stop it, Rouge." He removed both her hands from his body, crouching to retrieve his bundle.
She smiled at his stubbornness, moving to his front so he faced her when he stood. Ryoma looked steadfastly to the side. "I'm showing you what you're trying so hard to ignore."
"I'm not ignoring anything." He turned a warning stare on her, forehead creasing in a frown.
"You're ignoring this, Ryoma," she murmured, reaching down to cup his erection through his pants. The corners of her mouth twitched when he inhaled sharply. He was tantalisingly hard, and big. She couldn't help smoothing her fingers over his entire length, gauging his size. Wetness slicked her core. "Do us both a favour and follow me, would you?"
When his lips began to form the word 'no', Rouge leaned forward, pressing her mouth to his. She felt Ryoma drop her clothes again, smirking against him as she stroked his lips with hers, stealing his very breath. Alcohol lingered on his scent. Ryoma mumbled something incoherent; she ignored it, curling her fingers into his tied hair and deepening the kiss.
To her surprise, Ryoma parted his lips when she trailed her tongue over the seam of his mouth. The silken heat beyond his lips tempted her, slid against her tongue when she eased his mouth open, in a way that made her wonder just what the man's true stance was. He wasn't resisting her, hadn't rejected her in the alleys. In fact, on both counts, she'd felt his arousal making its presence known.
She tasted whiskey on him, threading both her hands through his hair, freeing his thick mane from its elastic band. His tongue slid against hers, hot and wet. Rouge drew him into her mouth and sucked lightly. His eyes sprung open. She grinned up at him, bringing a hand down his front and fondling his nipple. Ryoma was close to edible, and she hadn't even started on the best parts of him yet.
Ryoma gasped for air when she detached her lips from his mouth and trailed a scorching path down his jaw. Her tongue flicked over his throat, light and teasing, awakening every last nerve in his body. He had little idea what she was doing; all he knew was her soft lips closing over his skin and tugging provocatively, each little suckle jacking up his pulse.
Her sequined breasts rubbed against him, forming an effective diversion alongside purposeful fingers that explored his chest. His body had long betrayed him with this half-naked woman kissing him senseless, tweaking pleasure into his nipple, that he had no idea could be used against him until now.
Rouge's teeth grazed his skin so distractingly that he only knew something was amiss when his belt loosened around his waist and her warm fingers slipped into his pants, fondling his cock through his underwear. Sensation throbbed in his flesh. He hissed and pulled her hand out of his clothes, taking a step back. His calves met the low wall of the bath. He stared at her, face aflame.
"We need to stop this," he rasped, tugging his dishevelled pants back into place. His body told him that he'd be better off being naked and entangled with her.
"Could you run the shower for me, in that case?" Rouge wetted her lips and scanned him from head to toe, grinning when she eyed his open pants. Ryoma had a fleeting fantasy of her mouth wrapped around his length. He banished the thought in mortification, vehemently ignoring the throb of approval in his groin. "I'd like to avoid catching a cold."
He couldn't say no. He was the host, after all. With a cautious glance at Rouge, Ryoma turned to the shower and started to adjust the taps, slowly so he'd get hit the right temperature. "Just don't try anything funny," he told her over the dash of water. Steam billowed from the shower spray.
"Mm. Sure." There was a soft click, that he identified as the door of the bathroom shutting. Scarcely had he turned to check on it when he felt slender arms snake around his waist and smooth mounds molding into his back. Soft, bare breasts with distinctly hard peaks. Ryoma swallowed hard. His mind whipped up an image of her utterly naked, and he could do nothing but respond to it. He felt her tip her head, taking his earlobe between her lips. Warm breath feathered against his cheek. "I'm completely serious about this, Ryoma."
Whatever she was doing, it was working flawlessly on him, because he couldn't bring himself to stop her when she stripped him of his pants. Her body clung into his, titillating and warm. He hoped fervently that she still had her thong on.
Rouge slipped a hand to his front and caressed his abdomen. He knew it was useless to want her to not probe further, but he sent a plea to the gods anyway, and bit down a groan when her fingers glided over his straining cock, stroking him from base to tip through the last garment upholding his decency.
"Very nice," she breathed into his ear, not pausing in her survey. He heard a smile in her voice, right before she ventured further down and cupped his balls, fondling them. He uttered her name, cursing himself when it emerged as a moan. His heart was beating so loud that he wasn't sure he was thinking anymore, save for how very bare she was, and how much better she'd feel if he was in her. "Take a shower with me, Ryoma."
"I shouldn't," he protested, breathing sharply when she crept her hand into his last article of clothing and rubbed his erection firmly, forcing a groan from his lips. No, she was not good for him, not when her fingers trailed to his very end and swirled around him, teasing wetness from his arousal. Pleasure buzzed at their points of contact.
This wasn't right. Her touching him wasn't right. His desire to be fitted snugly in her was the wrongest of all.
"Both of us will get warm faster." He knew she'd grinned even without looking, reaching for her hands when she curled her fingers around his waistband. Ryoma knew he'd lost half the battle when she freed him of his underwear even before he could form an answer.
Rouge stepped into the bath, walking its length and admiring his body from her available angles. Droplets of water slid alluringly over her skin. He bit his lip. She really had been naked the whole time. His sex grew fuller than it already was. She met his gaze when she got to the showerhead, lust thick in her single visible eye. Ryoma felt his own need flare to match hers.
She looked back down to his crotch -- that he wasn't surprised by. What did catch him off guard was Rouge wrapping her soft fingers around his cock and tugging lightly on it, the friction generated yanking a gasp from his throat. "Come on in, before I use other... methods to get you to shower."
Ryoma swallowed, starkly conscious of how she was guiding him where she wanted, but he was powerless to stop her in the face of his own desire. He stepped into the bath with her, flushing when her lips curved in a slow smirk. Rouge was soaked all over again, now, from the thick coils of her hair to crystalline rivulets criss-crossing over her breasts. She turned to allow some spray to reach him, finally releasing her hold on his manhood. Ryoma relaxed by a fraction.
But she stepped behind him then and turned him around, letting the shower wet his entire physique. He watched her curiously. Rouge really was serious about bathing together. She leaned in and shut the water off after some moments, grinning at him when her body pressed into his. He gulped.
Ryoma was contemplating making an excuse to leave when she found the soap, lathering her hands and trailing a line of bubbles down his chest. His breath caught at her touch. He made to protest when she took each of his wrists and rubbed foam into his palms, before lifting them to her breasts, applying pressure to his fingers so his grip closed around her flesh. They were far softer than he expected, and exquisitely smooth. His cheeks flooded with red.
"Help soap me, Ryoma," she murmured mirthfully at his surprise. "You do know how to, don't you?"
When he remained dumbfounded, her lips pulled into that familiar smirk. She dragged his hands slowly over her chest, so that her stiff nipples ground into his palm. Arousal throbbed in his loins. Some moments ticked by before he dared to stroke his hands over her body himself. She moaned quietly in enjoyment, turning around and leaning against him. His attention fell promptly to where he indented her back.
It became apparent that he'd stopped lathering her when she slanted a glance at him, reaching up to tilt his head down to hers. Her breasts were larger from this perspective. More heat pooled in his crotch. He looked quickly at her face, afraid to let her know just how much he liked her naked chest.
Ryoma permitted her entrance much sooner this time, immediately parting his lips when she licked him, letting her taste him in another searing, slick kiss. She moaned into his mouth when he rubbed her breasts, guiding one of his hands down between her legs. He froze; she whimpered hungrily, spreading her thighs and urging his hand between them. He hadn't anticipated how soft and velvety her womanhood was, how wet its curves would make him.
Rouge led his fingers to a little nub that protruded from between her nether lips, gasping when she taught him to stroke it. She started to quiver against him the longer he teased that pearl-like flesh, to the point where she stopped kissing him altogether, her eye closing and lips parting in pleading mewls that he could not disobey. He tried slipping the fingers of his other hand along her slit, keeping his touch on her clit, spreading her hot, slippery pussy open with his digits.
Rouge tensed in his embrace right then, crying out sharply and clutching his arms as she arched her back, wetness dripping onto his fingers. He stared at her in surprise, feeling a touch of triumph that he'd brought her to orgasm. His body thrummed.
It was a few moments before she regained her balance, turning around and blushing prettily at him. "Thanks for that, Ryoma."
"I, uh, it was my pleasure." He coloured at the words after he'd said them, looking away from her self-consciously.
She chuckled and handed him the bar of soap. "All right, let's get down to business. I'll lather you and you'll do the same for me."
The suggestion that they lathered themselves instead weighed heavily on his mind as he rubbed foam onto his hands, until Rouge retrieved the soap with a steamy kiss that made him remember his unsated hunger all too well. She started on him first, cleaning his shoulders and arms with quick efficiency. Ryoma wondered if she was through with sex for the night. The prospect both relieved and frustrated him; he'd much rather she be done with the shower for the sake of his sanity.
It was after much hesitance that he dared lay his hands on her shoulders, slowly rubbing bubbles down her neck and arms. Her visible eye fluttered shut for moments, and she purred throatily, pouting when he paused again at her breasts. Ryoma dropped his gaze to her damp chest, which had lost its bubbles over the course of their interlude. They looked inviting, as if begging to be suckled. Quite suddenly, he thought of pleasuring her with his lips and tongue 'til she squirmed and writhed beneath him. His cock throbbed. He shouldn't have liked it, shouldn't have responded to it, but he did.
Rouge glanced knowingly between his flushed cheeks and his crotch, barely pausing in spreading foam across his chest. Her nails dragged over his nipples; he gasped when pleasure sparked in his body. After more dallying, Ryoma rubbed his palms over her breasts, staring as they plumped out at the sides. He passed his hands over her chest again, just to be sure that he'd soaped her thoroughly. Not to get another feel of her luscious mounds. She smiled slowly at him. "Good boy."
When he reached her abdomen, Rouge stepped behind him, lathering his back with copious amounts of foam. She ran her hands over his rear, more sensually than was appropriate for a shower. But then he discovered that he'd run out of lather and looked towards her for the soap.
"More?" She wiggled the object of interest at him. He nodded. Rouge tipped her lips towards his, hiding his soap behind her back. "Kiss me for it. A good kiss, mind you."
She knew how to wind him around her finger. It wasn't a comforting thought. Ryoma stared dourly at her, wondering if he could just reach behind her for the soap. Rouge guessed his intentions and backed up against the wall, raising her eyebrows to challenge him. Damn woman. Sure, he liked her, but that didn't mean he'd want to take advantage of all she had to offer.
Figuring that he had nothing left to lose, Ryoma stepped forward and pinned her to the wall, lowering his mouth to hers and brushing over her lightly. It felt strange, kissing her voluntarily like that. She grinned against him but did not part her lips, leaving him more than a little desperate when she slipped a hand between them and wrapped soapy fingers around his cock. Rouge gave him a slow, wicked squeeze. Ryoma grunted, pulsing in her hand. He knew he should pull away, but the pleasure she'd begun to massage into his flesh left him very much torn.
He groaned and pressed his mouth to hers, nipping at her lips like she'd done to his. She parted them with a purr, welcoming him wetly when he advanced into her mouth, her tongue gliding against his. The silky feel of her flesh had him wanting more; the way her tongue twisted and danced against his gave him images of what it'd be like if he were to press himself against her this very moment, pushing between her legs like he'd wanted to do. She'd be hot and tight and milking him for his cum.
Ryoma flushed, pulled away from her in shock. Where had that thought crawled out from? Rouge grinned up at him, her only answer coming in the form of slippery fingers swirling around his length. He avoided looking at where they met, even when his body anchored his attention there. Ryoma held his hand out. "Soap, please."
Rouge grinned and placed the rounded bar in his hand, turning around to allow him access to her back. She drew her thick locks over her shoulder. He swatted away the idea that she looked especially feminine with that hairstyle.
Lathering her back wasn't distracting -- what stopped him from progressing further were the smooth curves of her ass, that made him squirm just by looking at her. He could picture having her tender cheeks wrap around his cock, bit his lip when she looked back at him and wriggled her pert rump.
She was about to press her derriere into him when he held his palm out to stop her, swallowing when her lush curves slid against his hand. He lathered her ass as quickly as he could, trying not to think of it as feeling her up. Which he was doing, technically speaking.
Rouge had to know how torturous this was when she turned around again, capturing his lips in another kiss. She took him back into her hand in a gesture that was starting to become frighteningly familiar. "Just making sure you're clean," she murmured against his lips, drawing her fingers from his base to his very tip, trailing her thumb over his cleft. Pleasure singed his length; he breathed unevenly, trying frantically not to imagine her lips lingering where her hand was. She pumped his flesh, watching his face as she brushed fingers down his balls, caressing him with quick, deft strokes.
Just as he was about to beg her to stop, Rouge withdrew her hand from his crotch, crouching to soap his legs. He watched her uncomfortably, painfully aware of the protrusion from his groin that had to be far too obvious where she was.
She looked up then, gazing at first his erection, then his face. "You look especially big from here, Ryoma."
He flushed. The intent in her eye was nothing short of lascivious. She patted his calf to get at his sole, lathering his feet without revealing how much she actually wanted him. But he knew that the sex wasn't stopping here. Oh, no, it wasn't.
Rouge stood up once she'd finished, grinning slyly when she passed him the soap. He did as she had done, squatting at her feet. The reason for her smile mystified him. She lifted her slender leg, moaning softly when he covered her calf and thigh with foam. Rouge fitted the arch of her foot over his shoulder, spreading her legs just as he looked up at her. Ryoma couldn't help but gape at the juncture between her thighs. The lack of bubbles there was starkly obvious.
Ryoma tore his gaze away, soaping her other leg as quickly as he could. When he got to her hip, though, Rouge reached down to her sex, stroking over it with soapy fingers. He stared. Heard her low chuckle and stared more when she slipped her fingers into her folds. His eyes widened. That was why she'd smiled. He watched her pussylips spread around her digits, berated himself for not looking away, for wondering if they'd part like that if he were to probe into her too. With his cock. His body raged.
Rouge crooked a finger at him when the visual torment was over, turning the shower on. He got to his feet; they took turns to rinse. He admired the sleek curves of her body when she unravelled her knee-length hair from its braid, barely doling attention to himself. She stepped out of the bathtub and wrung her hair dry.
"Towel?" Rouge grinned at him, laughing when he realised that he hadn't brought any in.
"I'll get some." Dripping with water, Ryoma hurried out to his closet, grabbing a couple of towels before returning to the bathroom. Rouge buried her face in hers as soon as he handed it over. He dried himself a little more thoroughly, thinking to tell her that she could have his bed for the night.
Being a distance away from Rouge cleared the fog in his mind by a fraction. Honestly, he shouldn't be doing this. What about his rules, and the morals he lived by? He shouldn't have showered with a woman he barely knew, shouldn't have touched her where usually he'd never set eyes upon.
Firm fingers on his chest halted his thoughts. He looked up and found Rouge much closer than he thought she'd been, stepping back. She didn't bat an eyelid at his reaction. Ryoma watched as she set her towel aside, slipping her arms around his waist and leaning flush against him. His breath caught. Her skin was still moist from the shower, as was his.
"I'm not done with you yet," she murmured, gazing up at him in a way that left no question as to her desire. His focus slid to where her breasts pressed into his front, to where his cock pushed into her belly. She took his towel, letting it join hers on the counter.
His apprehension evaporated when she circled his cock with her fingers once again, drawing him close. This time, their lips didn't meet. Instead, she dragged her mouth over his throat, finding that same spot she'd suckled and latching on, biting and licking at his skin 'til his pulse leapt violently. Hunger roared in his middle when she caressed his length, pleasure pulsing more intensely without the slippery foam. He gasped; she chuckled against his skin and toyed with his arousal languorously, pumping his flesh to the point where he thought he might have to pin her down to assuage his desire, to cool his simmering blood. "Rouge," he muttered hoarsely, awaiting her reaction.
Ryoma was losing his grasp on logic, so sweet was the tune her body sung. His own form responded with throbs and wetness and an urge so strong he barely restrained it. Commands of higher thought order fell secondary to the growing need in his veins, which was spoken in that primal language she didn't require words to comprehend. All she told his body was a fleeting squeeze to his tip. He replied with a helpless groan, leaving a trace of precum in her hand.
"Need something?" She pulled away from his throat, looking guiltlessly at him. He clenched his jaw, exhaling unsteadily when she tightened her hold on his manhood, leading him out of the bathroom and to his bed.
Rouge sat on the edge of his mattress, keeping her grip on him. He remained standing, licked his lips in anticipation as he gazed down at her. Ryoma felt vulnerable in this position. She was a hot, hot woman dominating him via his cock, and she was enjoying every moment of it. He squirmed. Water evaporated from his skin in thin films, only to be replaced with sweat when she dipped her head and parted her lips, drawing her slick tongue over his length.
He froze in shock, exhaling sharply at the sensations she dealt him, his breath quickening when she began to circle her tongue over his stiff flesh, from apex to base, leaving a gleaming trail of saliva over his skin. Rouge dragged her lips over him, parting them as if she was about to kiss him in that very intimate place -- he blushed -- and then took him into her hot mouth, welcoming him with her tongue and a slow, long suck. He moaned. Ryoma lost track of how long she tasted him, only being aware of when her hands joined in, squeezing and stroking his cock and balls.
Rouge pleasured him with little slurps and moans that made him pant, before drawing away, until he was almost out of her mouth. Hot breath puffed over his tender skin. He gritted his teeth at the lack of contact, staring uncertainly at her.
What she expected became obvious when she grinned and looked up at him, purposefully laving his head and leaving her lips parted.
Ryoma flushed, pushed into her mouth, groaning when she rewarded him with a long draw. It was a disgrace to be so needy, but he couldn't stop thrusting once he'd started, his body responding to her every lick and suckle. This dragged on to the point where he thought he might blow, breathing raggedly and clenching his fists. He deepened his strokes, grinding into her slippery tongue.
Rouge pulled away completely then, leaving a trail of wetness connecting his flesh to her lips. A growl burst from his throat; his cock pulsed and demanded release.
She sat back and watched him, looking almost like a goddess descended on Earth, with her halo of hair cascading over her shoulders and her full lips kiss-swollen. She was perched on his bed, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, pupil lust-dilated. In the fluorescent light of his apartment, Ryoma realised that her eye was grey. It had been too dim in her workplaces to discern that particular characteristic of hers. He watched her, half-afraid of what she might do next. Her single-eyed gaze coasted over him; his body tightened under her scrutiny.
She moved backwards, onto the bed, twitching her finger at him with a smile. Ryoma climbed on tentatively. His eyes bulged when she opened her legs, exposing her womanhood. It was wrong to stare. He fed on the sight of her damp crotch anyway, tensing when his arousal throbbed. She glistened with wetness, and he understood then that she'd enjoyed sucking him as much as he had.
Rouge wound her fingers into his hair when he shifted closer, angling his face towards hers for another torrid kiss. She didn't bother with permission, merely sliding her tongue into his mouth and tasting him sensuously. There was a slight tang to her that hadn't been there before -- realisation that it had come from him sent shades of colour onto his cheeks in the moments after she pulled away.
The fingers in his hair coaxed his head down despite his reaction, 'til he faced her breasts. His gaze shot to hers in surprise. Rouge grinned, leaning in and rubbing her soft mounds into his cheeks. "Suck me, Ryoma," she purred, her voice thick and sultry.
He shivered and obeyed, her pebbled crests doing little to ease the fullness at his loins. They trailed enticingly over his face, one slipping past his lips. He groaned and drew it into his mouth, gently nibbling and sucking on her nipple. Rouge moaned, arched against him. His hair knotted between her fingers. Encouraged, he took more of her breast past his lips, reaching up to fondle her other smooth mound. She gasped and squirmed against him. Her reaction resonated with his lust; he suckled harder on her breast, blood coursing when she dragged him down with her onto the pillows.
Rouge found his hand and brought it to the apex of her legs, guiding his fingers onto her slit. With knowledge of her preferences now, he firmly stroked her swollen clit. She cried out, breathing hard. When he next glanced at her face, her eye was shuttered, features contorted in enjoyment. He swirled his thumb around her stiff nub. She bucked her hips at his hand, mewling.
Ryoma ignored the matching surge of desire in his crotch, focusing on pleasuring her other breast with his lips. His thumb ground into her clit; his other fingers slipped over her soft lips and wandered along them, to where he hadn't the chance to explore previously, probing into the sopping heat of her core.
Rouge purred his name and writhed, spreading her legs wider in invitation. Her juices slicked his fingertips, luring him into her depths. He swallowed, pushing his index finger in. Gods, she was so tight and hot. It almost undid him just imagining his cock into her. She bucked her hips at him, taking his finger more fully into her. Ryoma suppressed his groan, sliding and curling his appendage within her sex.
"Yes, more!" Rouge thrashed against him, grinding her breast against his mouth, her hips rolling up at his hand. She wrapped her warm fingers around his length again, rubbing him insistently.
Ryoma obeyed, his breath stuttering. He suckled the nipple he wasn't aware he'd forgotten, withdrawing his finger from her pussy. She whimpered in disappointment, only quieting when he eased two fingers into her, slowly plunging them in and out. Her juices slicked his fingers. He pressed them in deeper, until they were buried to his knuckles, nudging her clit with his thumb. Rouge gasped and squeezed his erection, only stopping when a flick of his thumb forced a cry from her lips.
She tangled her fingers in his hair and drew him away from her chest then, licking her lips. Ryoma subconsciously thought that her flushed cheeks made her far prettier than normal. Rouge grinned slovenly up at him, catching the wrist at her crotch and withdrawing his fingers, lifting them to his lips. "Taste me."
He stared at her, eyes popping, looking between her confident smile and his glistening fingers. They'd just been between her legs, in her. Heat flooded his cheeks. Rouge didn't retract her suggestion. Slowly, he brought his digits to her mouth, licking her juices off. She was salty and musky, and knowing that he'd caused her to be this wet made him a little more responsive to her, to how she eased his face between her thighs.
His gaze flew up to hers in shock.
"Please, Ryoma." She smiled up at him, stripping him of his doubts. With his loins full and seeking gratification, he braced himself against the mattress, lowering his lips to her nether ones and kissing them lightly. She made a soft sound of pleasure in her throat, caressing his hair. He intensified the kiss at her delight, anchoring his mouth to her pussy, sliding his tongue into her soaked cleft.
Her fingers dug painfully into his scalp the instant he dragged his tongue over her clit. Ryoma slithered his tongue along her lips, to where her flesh yielded to him, pushing into her core. She gasped shallowly, winding both her hands in his hair, grinding herself into his face. The urgent press of her lips saturated his need to make her cum again. What he didn't foresee, however, was the way she rested her foot on his back, caressing him with her sole.
It roused him, submitting to her like that, to the point where a frisson of arousal twined through his body when she rubbed his neck with her foot. Ryoma wriggled his tongue in and out of her core, thumbing her clit furiously. Rouge moaned and writhed, holding his head firmly at her loins. Her cries grew higher-pitched, plateauing when he shifted his lips to her clit, replacing his tongue with fingers in her pussy.
Rouge stiffened right as his teeth grazed her swollen nub, a harsh cry tearing from her throat. Her drenched heat clenched around his fingers; her hands gripped his hair 'til it hurt. Ryoma glanced up at her and stared in awe at the pleasure scrawled across her features, hardly believing that he'd brought her to climax a second time.
But some part of him did, reminding him of the desire singing in his veins. He pulled away from her hips, glancing down at the damp flesh between her legs, licking his lips. He was still throbbing for her.
She grinned up at him when she regained her breath, her full breasts heaving, shortly before she studied his cock. Her lips pulled into a smirk. He flushed at her attention. If anything, her stare made him grow wetter still.
Part B can be found here: http://aquarius-galuxy.livejournal.com/572630.html