Love & Cherry Blossoms

by Amara Kent

  “And you’re sure you don’t want that? Even I have to admit that Satoru’s penis isn’t as pretty as Ren’s.”

  I laugh. “Penises aren’t meant to be pretty.”

  “You say that, but you’ve got the proof. It’s a very nice looking penis. Did he write anything, or just send you a photo?” she asks.

  I hold the phone out to her and a fierce blush creeps up on her face. “Wow.”

  “Yeah. Subtlety is not his fine point.”

  “Some women like that.”

  “I’m not some women.” Liar. We all know how I like a man who is forward with their sexual needs. It cuts to the chase, and I know what I’m in for. Confidence is key and a major turn on. “He can send the raunchiest messages in the world, but I won’t be caving anytime soon,” I declare, collecting the egg sandwich from the bag and taking a bite.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kerri

  His lips wrap around my hardened nipple, sucking hard. My head falls back and I moan at how well he’s sparking a fire within me. My core throbs with the need to have him inside of me. His hand ventures down south, stopping to run a lone finger along my pussy lightly, sending tingles and shivers of lust through me. My breathing picks up and my body becomes warm. With a pop, he releases my nipple from his mouth and places hot kisses on my lips and then along my jaw right up to my ear, where he sticks his tongue in and growls, the vibrations of his voice making me wriggle around.

  “What do you want me to do to you?” he asks in a husky voice.

  I gulp. “Fuck me,” I reply.

  “Where?” he slides a finger in between my lips. “In here?” he removes his finger and slips it into my entrance. “In here?” his finger moves to the crack of my ass and settles on my puckered hole. “Or in here?”

  Oh shit, I’m in trouble. I let out a ragged breath. My mind is hazy and heavy with a lust fog that I can’t concentrate on anything else but him and my body flaming with desire. I want him everywhere all at once.

  When I don’t answer, he gives my pussy a tight squeeze. “I want to suck your dick so hard, you can’t control yourself as you come in my mouth,” I responded breathlessly.

  “And then?”

  “And then I want you to fuck me in my pussy while choking me.”

  “So you like a bit of kink, hey? That makes me so fucking hot for you, and my dick even harder. Get on your knees and suck me dry.”

  I do as I’m told. With hands tied behind my back, I get to my knees. Looking up at him, I open my mouth, anticipating the sweet taste of his cock, as he places the tip of his head on my bottom lip. I stick my tongue out and he watches with hooded eyes as my tongue flicks out to get a taste of his hard dick, before licking up the pre-cum and wrapping my lips around the head of his hard dick, sucking hard. He moans loudly, fisting my hair tightly.

  “Fuck, that feels so damn good, but I want to see those pretty lips wrap around my shaft as I fuck your mouth.”

  He thrusts hard into me. A choking sound comes as he hits the back of my throat. My eyes roll to the back of my head from being dominated like this. The way he claims me in such an aggressive way turns me on so much. The pain shooting from my scalp indicates he’s about to come and I prepare myself for a load of his release, but it never comes. Instead, he grabs me by the shoulders, undoes the rope, and pushes me onto the bed.

  “Put your hands up above your head,” he demands, and I submit. He ties my wrist together with the soft rope before climbing off the bed and collecting another piece of rope, securing my ankles together.

  My eyes go wide as he lifts my legs so they sit against my breasts. His cock sinks into me slowly, pausing to allow me to get used to his girth before he rams into me. My head thrashes from side to side from the unbelievable sensation going on between my legs and the man that’s getting me to the point of no return.

  “Harder. Faster. Fuck me harder!” I scream out with a guttural growl.

  With a firm grip on my shoulders, he pounds into me with vigor. I feel the tightness in my stomach as my orgasm starts to bubble over. It reaches the precipice before…

  I wake up, panting. Sweat drenching my skin, causing my hair to stick to my face. Sara looks down at me with a knowing look, and I blush furiously, not at what I had been dreaming about, but who I had been dreaming about.

  “Good dream?” she asks with a knowing smile.

  “Nightmare,” I grumble.

  “Oh, really?” she looks down and I follow her gaze to where my hand is sitting beneath my pants.

  I automatically pull my hand out, feeling the wetness of my fingers, furthering my embarrassment.

  “He must be really good in bed,” Sara continues.

  “Who?” I act ignorant.

  “Oh, I don’t know. A certain tech billionaire who’s incredibly sexy? You know who I’m talking about, right?”

  “I don’t know who you’re talking about,” I say, again acting clueless.

  “Oh, come on, don’t lie to me. You were having a sex dream about Ren!”

  “I was not!” Honestly, at this point, I’m not entirely sure why I’m continuing with this charade. Maybe because if I say it out loud, then it means he has more of an effect on me than I’ve ever let on, and I can’t have that.

  “You were screaming out his name. At first, I thought you two were arguing, so I came in here to help defuse the situation and then. Well, you were screaming at him, but not in that kind of way.” She waggles her brows at me.

  I sigh. “Fine. I had a sex dream about him, but it means absolutely nothing, so you can wipe that look off your face.”

  “What look?” Sara asks, acting innocent.

  I point to her face. “That look. The look that says I’ll be acting out this damn dream of mine in no time. I can tell you right now, that the only reason I had the dream is because of the picture of his dick he sent.”

  She shrugs. “All I’m hearing is that he’s getting inside your head. And you know what they say about sex dreams, right?”

  “That they’re just dreams and mean absolutely nothing?”

  “That they’re our greatest fantasies being played out. It’s our subconscious telling us what we want.”

  “Get out.” I point to the door.

  “What are you going to do today?” she asks, changing the subject.

  “I was thinking of heading down to The Hedgehog Café.”

  “Oh good. I need to duck into work and do some stuff there.” She goes to leave and stops at the door. “I’ll make sure to ring before I come home just in case you need some private time.” She giggles, running out of the room as I throw a pillow at her.

  I’ve been on edge all day. It got to the point that I would get these waves of anxiety crashing down on me at the most inopportune times. I’m almost certain that the city of Tokyo thinks I’m batshit crazy. I’ve been like this since I woke up this morning, and considering the way I’ve been horny as fuck since, I’m deducing that that’s what has gotten me all crazy. There was even one point on the cab ride back from The Hedgehog Café, that things got a little bumpy and I was clutching the seat as if it were a life preserver. Damn that fucking asshole for getting into my head, and damn Sara for not allowing me to finish. I had meant to go immerse myself in the culture. See more of the sights and grab some lunch and sit amongst my favorite trees in the world. But this intense need to get off overcame everything else. This is why I find myself bouncing on my feet, eager to get back to Sara’s apartment, lock myself in my room, and go to town on my vibrator. It’s crazy. I know. To be this damn worked up, but understand one thing; it’s been six fucking months since I’ve had sex, and while I was incredibly satisfied with getting a taste of Ren, after my dream this morning, it was driving me crazy. I exit the elevator and unlock the door to the apartment, making a beeline straight for my room and ensuring the door was locked too. I don’t intend on being interrupted again.

  I go straight to my suitcase and take the little mini-vibrator I purchased befo
re I came on this trip. I’ve always carried around a regular one, but I was getting annoyed about the amount of space it took in my makeup bag and chose to get a smaller one that was more compact. I strip down until I’m naked and lie on my bed, placing my phone next to me. The most amazing thing about this vibrator is that it’s remote controlled and has these different settings. You can put it strictly onto vibrating mode and one that rotates the little balls inside it to move around and over your clit. Let me tell you, there is nothing more amazing than alternating between these settings. You can also switch it to do both and damn if you don’t come harder than you’ve ever come by yourself then you aren’t doing it right. Slipping the bulbous end inside my already wet pussy, I maneuver it around so the less bulbous end sits comfortably on my clit. I turn it on to the lowest setting, allowing me to get used to the vibrations, before gradually increasing it to the speed that I like.

  Flashes of my dream come into my head, and I attempt to shake them away. No. I will not allow him to be the reason I get off. With deep breaths, I relax and allow the toy to do its work. I fight constantly with the memory, and when it doesn’t work, I give in and allow fantasies of Ren’s well-toned body to lead me. With how tightly wound up I am, it doesn’t take long for me to feel the tightness in my belly, welcoming me to my upcoming orgasm. My breaths come out ragged and I clench the bedsheet tightly in my fist as I climb higher and higher up.

  The sound of my phone ringing in the distance pushes me back down a little. I stare at it, willing it to shut up. When the person rudely trying to cut in on my me-time goes away, I regain my focus again. Like before, just as I’m about to reach nirvana, they call again and again and again until.

  “Fucking hell!”

  I switch the vibrator off and snatch up my phone, not bothering to look at who’s calling me. “What?” I yell down the phone.

  “Are you always this angry when someone calls you?” Ren’s smooth baritone flows down the line.

  Sounds about right. Here I am getting off on the dream I had about us fucking, and the shitstain masturblocks me. Asshole. Predicting a long conversation, I remove the vibrator from inside of me and head to the bathroom, throwing it into the sink and slipping into a bathrobe.

  “Kerri?” he asks.

  “What do you want?” I ask brashly.

  “Why are you so grumpy?”

  “None of your damn business. Now, what do you want?” I demand with a sour tone.

  “Just seeing how my favorite lady is,” he asks casually.

  “A. I’m not your damn lady. And B. I’m busy, goodbye.”

  “You know in my experience, there are only two reasons a person is so angry. Sexual frustration and hunger. Which one do you fall under? I know which one I’m hoping it is. Although, mixing the two can be very arousing.”

  Oh God, this man. Someone neuter him before he goes around humping everything in sight. Men are sexual beasts. That’s a given, but then you have Ren Hattori. A man so sexually on, that even if you flick off the switch, he can’t be turned off. He’s the kind of man that can never get into a relationship because there is no woman around that will be able to keep up with him. He’s not normal.

  “Please go satiate your over-hyped sex drive with a random chick on the street and quit bothering me.”

  “While I can get any woman I want—”

  “Up ones-self much?” I grumble.

  “Fact. I’m stating a fact,” he corrects. “Besides, they aren’t who I want to scratch an itch, as you Americans would say.”

  “It’s called Crabs B Gone.”

  “What?” he asks.

  “You know, someone who sleeps with as many women as you do, you’d think you’d take better care of yourself. Crabs are one of the most common things that are sexually transmitted.”

  A loud barking laugh filters through the phone. “You’re funny. I like you. You’re not the kind of woman I usually meet.”

  “I assume that being a desired bachelor such as yourself, that a high level of intelligence is not on the list of must-haves for a woman. After all, the only thing they need is to have a hole you can stick your dick into, right?”

  “You would be correct,” he agrees.

  “Just like all the others.”

  “I’m not a man that wants relationships. The women I sleep with know that. So, no, I’m not looking to have intimate talks with them before I get them to bed. When I meet them, we fuck and we go our separate ways. I thought someone like you would understand.”

  “I understand, but let me ask you this? How many of the women you picked up were good? I’m talking above a five out of ten rating.”

  There’s a brief pause on the line. “About half.”

  “Compare it to my experiences. Most of the men I’ve slept with have been above five. Only a select few have been a nine, but most have been able to get the job done. And you know why that is?” I ask.

  “No. Why don’t you enlighten me?” he responds.

  “It’s because I care enough about satisfying myself, that I take the time to figure out if a potential sexual partner is going to be worth my time; unlike you, who acts like a caveman, spots a woman, points to her and grunts his intention to fuck her, dragging her off to his cave.”

  “And what does that intellectual mind say about me?” he asks boldly.

  That you’re one of a few guys whose words aren’t just words. That you would actually rock a woman’s world to space and back again. Of course, I’m not that stupid to tell him all of this. Instead, I say, “That your self-entitled and vain personality trait hinders an actual satisfied customer in the bedroom. That you’re more concerned with yourself than the women you bed. And I’m sure those women would go around saying they had great sex with you because you are Ren Hattori, billionaire playboy and tech mogul, which is the reason so many women are happy to jump in your bed. I would also say that he needs to calm his tits and step back because a stalker is not attractive.”

  “Ouch. You suck cock as well as you fight back? It’s a shame I’m not a woman, I’m sure you’d have me shattering from multiple orgasms with that skilled tongue of yours.”

  A smile appears on my face. “I am really good at sucking cock, and just as good at eating pussy. My skills are undeniably out of this world, I’d make you come so hard your jizz could fill up a milk carton.”

  “I’ll hold you to that when I get those pretty lips of yours on it.”

  “Keep making that wish to your fairy godmother. Maybe one day, she’ll turn you into a real man,” I retort sardonically.

  “Yes, and while I’m at it, I’ll ask that she track down the Wicked Witch of the East and tie her up so I can punish her and get her all wet.”

  When in an argument with someone, I’ve always believed that if you’re going to reference something, that the one thing you need to ensure is that your reference points are correct. It just ensures that you don’t get your ass handed to you by your opponent.

  “Wicked Witch of the West,” I correct.

  “Huh?”

  “The evil witch in The Wizard of Oz that ‘got all wet,’ was the Wicked Witch of the West, not East.”

  “Do I seem like the type of man to know that shit?”

  “No, but then again, you don’t seem like the type of guy to know many things, other than the actual size of his cock, not the one he tells women.”

  “Oooh, low blow. But come on, baby, we both know the actual size of my dick. You’ve seen it.”

  Unfortunately, he’s right. I have seen it. I’ve seen it in all its visual glory. I’ve had a sex dream about it. I’ve bloody well masturbated to it. Will I tell him now that I think it’s glorious and a very commendable length? No. What am I, stupid? Of course, I wouldn’t inflate his already inflated ego.

  “Unfortunately. Which, by the way, I didn’t think too kindly to having my eyes assaulted in such a way,” I scold, but it doesn’t have the force I want it to.

  “You could always get me back, you
know. Tit for tat?” I can practically hear him smirk through the phone. Such an ass. A very well-endowed ass. That’s not the point, brain.

  “You don’t think highly of me do you?” I ask.

  “Of course, I do. I don’t work this hard for just any woman,” he responds matter-of-factly.

  “Then you would know that that retort wouldn’t work on me. There is no way I’m showing you any part of my body. Tit or tat.”

  “Well, I’ve already seen that pretty pussy of yours. Had my fingers deep in her, working that sensitive spot. You creamed so much, it was glorious.” My eyes flutter shut at his dirty words, and I can already feel myself getting wet all over again. The timbre of his voice, mellifluous. It’s as if it was created from sex. “Kerri?” he asks, breaking through my lust haze.

  “Yeah?”

  “I asked if any guy has ever made you feel the way I did that day, before.”

  I clear my throat to remove the desire rising. “Plenty.”

  “Liar.”

  “I’m not lying,” I lie. Nobody has ever made me feel so free and light and amazing in my life. But it has nothing to do with the fact that it was him that was getting me off so good. It was being so high up in the air. Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.

  I settle down on the bed, making myself comfortable as we continue to discuss our sex lives and exchange teasing jabs back and forth.

  I hear a knock at my door, and I get up and open it to find Sara standing there with a smile.

  “Look, I have to go. Sara just got back from work.”

  “Okay. It was nice talking to you, Kerri. Until next time.”

  “There will be no—” I don’t get the chance to finish my sentence, because he’s already hung up on me.

  I throw my phone on the bed and walk out into the living area.

  “Who was that on the phone?” she asks.

  “Ren.”

  She spins around rapidly and gives me a look. “Really?”

  “Don’t start, it’s not what you think.” I wave off her intrigue.