Sota pressed her against the wall, her legs still wrapped around him. His hands slid under her nightgown, fingers tracing her sides before slowly pulling the fabric off. She helped him by lifting her arms. As the gown slipped off, he caught her wrists with one hand, pressing them against the wall above her head.
He leaned in closer, devouring her lips hungrily, their bodies pressed together. His other hand slipping beneath the fabric of her underwear to discover her down there, wet with desire.
"Ah," she shrieked.
With a smooth motion, he lifted her up onto his shoulders, facing her clitoris.
„Wow. It's high," she panicked.
„Height didn't seem to disturb you, when you climbed on my balcony," he murmured against her clitoris.
„But…"
"Don't you trust me not to drop you?" he asked, his voice low. Without waiting for an answer, he started teasing her.
„I… trust… you… aaah," she managed to gasp between breaths.
Soon, a surge of pleasure overwhelmed her, her body tensing uncontrollably. A loud, involuntary cry escaped her lips as her fingers gripped his hair tightly.
Then Sota gently laid her on his bed, hoovering over her.
She breathed heavily. His mouth wandered around her whole body, exploring her.
Then, leaving her there, trembling with desire, he straightened up, rising from the bed with deliberate slowness. Standing at the foot of the bed, he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them of.
Her heart stopped beating for a second. Gosh. He is a masterpiece.
He reached for a condom, putting it on.
Before he could continue caressing her, she lured him in with a kiss. As Sota softened, nearly giving in, she tackled him, sending him onto his back with Saeko now sitting on top of him.
"Now it's my turn," she whispered.
She held his erection and caressed him, kissing him slowly, enticing. I've got some skills of my own.
He let out a low, raw moan. The sound alone making her ache for him even more.
She eagerly positioned herself, riding him with a steady rhythm.
His breath hitched. The sight of Saeko on top of him, her face filled with pleasure, was almost more than he could bear.
But that was only the beginning. They couldn't get enough of each other. Hours passed passionately, indulging in each other multiple times, until they collapsed, exhausted, onto the bed, falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Sota woke up with a silly smile on his face, Saeko still in his arms. His phone was buzzing relentlessly. He grumbled and reached for it, only to find tons of missed calls and messages, mostly from the guys.
'Congrats, man, but maybe a bit more caution next time?' Tatsuya's message read.
A few more similar ones followed, all referencing a video. He clicked it, confused, and panic flooded him as he saw the video of him and Saeko making out on the balcony the night before.
His grip tightened around the phone, his pulse pounding in his ears.
Someone had recorded them and uploaded it online, and given how spicy it was, it didn't take long for it to rack up views.
Ironic. It had already surpassed the view count of any of his stunt videos.
His mind spiraled into panic. If anything, seeing him with a woman would surely stir up the waters.
The comments flooded in:
"Isn't that Sota Yamada? I've never seen him with a woman before."
"Nah, he's just secretive about his affairs."
"Really? Why would anyone hide a beauty like her?"
There was a reason he never had an official girlfriend. He never wanted to put anyone through what was coming next.
Judging by the angle, it was taken from the room next door, from the left side. There was still a chance he could persuade the person to take it down. He had to find the one who filmed them, and fast.
Sota carefully slipped out of bed, casting a quick glance at Saeko's sleeping form. The sheets barely covered her, her hair tousled across the pillow, her breathing soft and steady. He moved swiftly but silently, grabbing his clothes and heading for the door. He had to get to the bottom of this before anything terrible happens.
Just as he stepped into the hallway, a quiet rustle came from the bed. Saeko stirred, her fingers brushing the empty space beside her. A faint frown crossed her face, as if, even in sleep, she sensed his absence.
Sota banged on the door of the next room, hoping someone would answer.
Silence.
"I need to ask the receptionist," he muttered, cursing under his breath.
He bolted down the stairs, shoving through a few people along the way, his mind racing.
As he approached the reception desk, an elegant figure blocked his path.
His eyes widened, apprehension creeping in as his heart raced.
Her almost regal presence left no doubt.
It was her. The very trouble he had wanted to avoid at all costs.
It was already too late to fix anything.
"Sota Yamada? What a strange name…"