InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ 60 Odd Challenges From Steven ❯ My Fingers on Your Lips ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

This fic features InuYasha and Kagome. Slight Dom and slight anal.

But I promise everybody had fun.

The rain didn't bother him although it was coming down at an alarming rate, forcing people to duck for cover under storefront awnings and into hotel lobbies. He walked a little faster, pulling the collar of his long black trench coat up. As his pace quickened the water under his feet sprayed from all sides. He paid no attention to the people he was soaking from his rushed steps. It's not like they would notice in this weather anyway; even if they did, he didn't care. He walked up to the newsstand and told the man behind the counter that he wanted a copy of yesterday's newspaper from Paris. The man didn't bat an eye as he turned around, removed a newspaper from under the counter, and placed it on the counter surface, sliding it over with a wink.

"This one's on the house," he said and then turned to another customer.

Taking the newspaper he nodded and slipped it into his overcoat before starting his fast pace down the street again. As he walked, he could feel the paper rubbing against his chest. Curiosity made him want to take it out and read it but experience made him leave it until he got to his destination. Thunder boomed and echoed in his ears and he crossed a quiet street and turned left down a deserted alleyway. He passed by over-stuffed garbage bins, his feet making slapping sounds through the deep puddles that had formed from all the rain. At the end of the alley he turned right and quickly ducked into an old abandoned building.

Shaking off his coat, he looked around to make sure no one had followed him and after several minutes he decided that he was safe and pulled out the newspaper. He turned to the personal ads and quickly scanned them. He decided that his French left a lot to be desired. About halfway down the page he recognized the word fountain and looked for the numbers. His translation of the ad was "Female in search of the man who played in the fountain with her on Friday. I had fun but you left too quickly. You will find that the 2 of us could easily become 3. Meet me at 6 and we can discuss the endless possibilities as the sun sets in the West." He read over the message two more times and shook his head, praying that he had figured out the message properly. Tucking the paper back into his coat, he left the building and headed to West Street, which was only two blocks away.

When he reached West Street, he turned right and looked for number 236. He found it with ease, an old run down hotel that had seen better days. Entering through the front doors, he confronted the desk clerk, a woman in her late 50's who wore way too much makeup. She looked him up and down and then stared blankly at him when he asked for a room and paid her in cash. She didn't seem to pay any attention to his lack of luggage since hotels like this probably didn't see a lot of it.

He entered his room and closed the door quietly behind him, tossing the key on the dresser. Although the room seemed clean enough, the decor was faded and worn. In the bathroom he hung up his overcoat and watched it drip on the floor. Seconds later there was a light knock on the door; taking a deep breath he moved silently and tried to look out the peephole. The lens was broken and the blurred figure before him gave him no indication of who was there. Slowly he turned the lock and opened the door.

She looked at him from under a large brimmed, black hat and then moved past him. He closed the door behind her and silently admired the back of her legs, as they appeared through the slit in her dark green overcoat. He locked the door and moved into the middle of the room, watching her as she scanned it, peeking out the closed blinds and opening and closing the closet doors. Again, she moved past him and checked the bathroom.

"I'm the only one here," he said, a little annoyed that she would think there was someone else with him -- like he was new to the game or just plain stupid.

She nodded -- set a laptop computer on the desk, and then undid the belt on her coat. Slowly slipping out of the coat, she hung it over the bathroom door near his. As she reached up, he noticed the soft curves of her breasts through her sweater. The wool looked very soft and the dark green made the skin on her neck seem very pale. The black skirt that she wore fell just below her thighs, emphasizing her long, beautifully sculpted legs. He turned his glance before she could see him staring at her. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as she removed the hat and set it on the dresser; her long ebony hair cascading down around her shoulders and face. He admitted to himself that he never thought she would be this good looking. He had heard her voice only twice before, that low voice with a hint of a French accent that made his skin tingle. Never before had he thought that it was a sexual tingle; he had always assumed that it was an excited one -- one that told him that he was finally going to receive what he deserved and could leave New York forever, finding himself some island paradise and spending the rest of his years there, enjoying life to the fullest.

"Do you have the information?" she spoke for the first time. The voice was so familiar and seemed to suit her now.

He nodded, "Do you have the money?"

"Of course I do and it's waiting to be transferred to the account of your choice after I am satisfied with what you are offering."

She patted the computer and then leaned back against the tiny desk and looked at him. He felt himself getting lost in her huge blue eyes, wondering how such a woman had ended up in a business like this.

"I'm sure you'll be very happy with the information."

"I'll be the judge of that," she said quietly but sternly. "Where is it?"

She's going to take the information, finish the transaction and leave, he thought, walk right out of my life after months of planning and following details. As he looked at her, he felt his cock stir and made a snap decision.

"Maybe you should frisk me for it," he said, only half joking. She stood up and put her hands on her hips; glaring at him, she asked “What kind of game are you playing?”

"I've decided I want more than just three million dollars," he said, his voice becoming low and husky. His cock was starting to swell at just the thought of getting her naked.

"Our deal was the three million and not a penny more." She was tough, he thought, but she actually thought he was talking about more money.

"It's not money that will finish the deal," he said and he leaned against the wall, smiling at her. A look of confusion crossed her face and then suddenly, when she glared at him and crossed her arms over her ample breasts, he could tell she caught on.

"I'm not a hooker, Taisho Inuyasha" she explained, "I'm simply a messenger and I'm not part of the deal; now let's get on with this so we can both leave this place." She began to move to the computer when he reached out and gently caught her arm. She didn't pull away; she just stopped in her tracks and looked at him.

"Let's just say you're going to be one of the perks of this deal Higurashi Kagome." His thumb rubbed against the smoothness of her sweater. The bulge in his pants betrayed how turned on by her he really was. She was so mysterious and sexy that he needed to try and break down some of those walls.

"You think that you can just say you want to fuck me and I'll let you?" she asked him boldly.

He shrugged and turned her to him, his hands running up and down her arms. His eyes scanned down her neck to the bottom of the V of her sweater and he could see a little cleavage between her creamy white breasts. Her chest moved up and down slowly as she breathed. She wasn't afraid of him in the least, he decided; otherwise, she would be breathing harder or trying to pull away. If she had been doing either of those, he would have tried another approach. He had also decided that she would probably go along with him because her boss would be very upset if she returned back empty handed.

"Take off your sweater," he ordered, his voice firm. He had already decided to play it tough.

Without a word, she held the bottom of her sweater, pulled it over her head, and tossed it onto the chair beside her. Her black, half-cupped bra was overflowing. He felt his cock press harder against his pants.

"Now the skirt," he ordered, and he shoved his hands in his pockets and stroked his cock with his fingertips.

She reached behind herself, undid the button, and released the zipper, letting the skirt fall to the floor. She certainly wasn't going to give him a sexy strip show with the way he was behaving, but he didn't mind. He watched as she stepped out of the skirt, her thigh-high stockings clinging to her legs. Her panties were very small and barely covered her pussy. As she stood in front of him, her face expressionless, he wondered if she was wet. He wanted to touch her so badly but refrained. She was here to please him.

"Suck my cock," he said rudely and then thought about adding a "please" but decided against it. The way he was talking to her was turning him on even more.

Without ceremony, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and she pulled them and his underwear down to his ankles. She knelt on the floor in front of him and he watched as her mouth opened and slowly engulfed the head of his cock. Her mouth was warm and the feeling of her tongue was making him wild. His legs started to shake as her mouth moved up and down his hard shaft. He loved watching her lips slide back and forth over his skin. Suddenly he felt her hand grip his balls and he shuddered. He moaned when she tugged on them and her mouth sucked faster. Slowly he moved his hips back and forth, fucking her little mouth as his hands moved to the back of her head and held clumps of her soft hair. He wanted to see how deep into her mouth he could go as he fucked her faster and harder. He could feel her teeth against his skin as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. His balls twitched and he knew that he would cum if he didn't back away from her soon. He didn't want to waste his magnificent hard on and cum on her mouth. He wanted to fuck every inch of her body.

He released her hair and said, "That's enough. Lay on the bed and spread your legs."

She followed his orders and as she turned, he noticed that the panties she wore were actually a thong, and he got a wonderful view of her ass cheeks. He was going to lick where that string was and she was going to wither under the force of his tongue. He watched as she lay down and spread her legs from one side of the bed to the other. She still wore all her undergarments and spiked heels and he loved the sight. His cock was swollen and his balls ached and he reached down and stroked its hardness lightly with one hand.

"Pull your bra down so I can see your nipples," he ordered and she did, exposing large brownish pink nipples, the little nubs hard and ripe for sucking.

"Play with them."

She obliged him and started rubbing her nipples and then pulled them up. He watched her fingers move knowingly over them. His fingers continued to lightly stroke his cock; it felt like it was made of stone.

"Show me your pussy without taking off your panties," he demanded.

He watched intently as her hands slid down and moved the crotch of her panties to one side and caught his breath at the sight of her clean-shaven pussy. Her lips were full and he could see her clit poking out between them slightly. His hand moved a little faster when he ordered her to rub her clit and he watched as she moved her index finger between her pussy lips and began to slowly move it up and down. When her finger moved up, he could see it was slick with her cream. He could no longer contain himself; he needed to taste her. He knelt at the end of the bed and grabbed her legs, pulling her until her ass was almost hanging off the bed. He yanked off her tiny thong, careful not to remove her shoes, and then tossed it aside. Taking her legs, he put her feet on the bed and spread her knees out wide. He could smell her and when he looked into her eyes and caught a look of passion.

"Do you want to feel my tongue in your pussy?" he asked.

She nodded, her fingers pulling at her nipples again, her eyes seemingly on fire. He looked down at her pussy spread out before him; the whiteness of her lips in direct contrast to the pink flesh that they hid. He stared in wonder as he studied the shininess of her skin where she was wet with her own juice. She moved her hips up and he laughed softly to himself; she wanted him bad. The feeling was mutual but she was going to have to wait. He watched her reaction as he stood up and slowly removed his shoes, gazing lustfully into her eyes. Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, tossing it aside. Moving back between her legs, his fingertips traced her inner thighs and he felt her shudder. Her pussy was even wetter now; little droplets of moisture were starting to run down to her ass. He slowly moved his fingers up and lightly touched her outer lips. He listened to her sigh, and her hips moved upwards again.

Moving his fingers a little, he felt the tips of them become slick with her cream. After rubbing them lightly up and down, covering the tips with juice, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. As he sucked, he looked up at her; the expression on her face said it all. When he finished sucking his fingers, he smiled at her. She didn't return the smile.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked.

"Damn it," she said in a deep voice, "eat my pussy. NOW!"

He shrugged, like he really didn't care one way or the other if he did. He wondered if she could hear his heart pounding. He moved his face forward and ran his tongue up one side of her pussy, making sure that his breath could be felt against her skin. She groaned involuntarily as he moved to the other side and licked her again. Her hips moved off the bed and he slid his hands under her ass.

His tongue started to make slow circles around her clit and then he began to gradually increase the tempo, sensing her need. His tongue flicked over her clit again only a little harder and then moved down her slit. As his tongue moved closer and closer to her tempting pink target, her moans grew louder and her hips moved faster up and down. He pulled away slightly and blew gently into her pussy; the puff of cool air across her erect clit caused her hips to move faster. He moved his mouth back to her pussy and gently sucked her clit between his lips. Holding it, he pulled back a little as his tongue pressed hard against it. She started moaning uncontrollably and he felt her hands on the back of his head, urging him on. He continued to suck on her clit, pulling it deep into his mouth and then releasing it; moving his mouth down, he circled her opening with his tongue, lapping at the cream that was trying to escape.

Her fingers pulled at his long white braid and he moved his face right into her pussy. His nose moved against her clit as his tongue stabbed in and out of her; she groaned and raised her hips right off the bed, out of his hands. Her thighs tightened against the sides of his head and he continued to lap and stab with his tongue. He could feel her shaking and he pushed his head up so he could capture her clit in his mouth again. He sucked as hard as he could on her hard clit, rolling it between his lips as she bucked against his face.

With one hand under her ass, he moved the other one up, easing his index finger deep into her cunt and then worked it around and in and out. Thrusting his finger deeply, he felt her muscles contracting as she was getting closer to her climax. He inserted another finger in her and she squirmed against his hand. Each time he sucked and pulled up on her clit, he could feel her body jerk strongly and her loud gasps told him that she was almost ready to cum. He thought it was so wild the way she wiggled on his face. The way she rubbed her wet pussy against him, it was so soft, warm, and juicy. He pounded his fingers in harder when he felt her body tensing. Her fingers latched deep into his hair, and her thighs clamped onto his head. For a split second she was completely still and then she started to scream. He released her clit and moved his tongue down to lap at her cream as it poured out of her body. Her entire body shook and jerked and her scream turned to a loud moan. Slowly she released her grip on his head and flopped back down onto the bed, her legs still spread wide. Happily he lapped at her pussy, admiring the way her clit was all swollen and hard.

He rubbed the outside of her thighs as he listened to her breathing become steady again. He licked her pussy clean of every drop of cum, then moved up beside her on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow, and looked down at her. Her hair was no longer smooth and styled; instead, it looked like she had been in a windstorm. He loved the look in her eyes. They were still very wild and passionate-looking and yet there was also an inner peace there.

Her eyes closed slowly. He smiled at her and touched her lips with his fingertips.

"We've only just begun," he whispered and he leaned down and kissed her lips softly.

She didn't kiss him back and he realized that she wasn't going to do anything unless he ordered her to. Skimming her lips with his own he said, "Kiss me back," and then he began by taking her bottom lip between his and sucking on it. His mouth moved and covered hers, his tongue pressing in between her lips and forcing them apart. Her mouth moved against his as his tongue ran across the roof of her mouth and over her teeth. He felt her tongue against his and they flicked them across each other's. As they kissed, he held his throbbing cock and stroked the soft, silky material of her stockings that covered her thighs. He rubbed his cock back and forth and then slapped it hard against her thigh, sending shivers down his body. She moaned against his mouth as she sucked in his tongue and bit at his lips. He slapped his cock against her again and could no longer stand having it not buried deep in her.

Pulling back from the kiss, he moved onto his knees and rolled her over. Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her up on her hands and knees and then moved behind her; his palms stroked her ass cheeks and he ran his finger down between them. She shivered slightly and he grinned knowing that he was going to enjoy fucking her. Pushing his hand between her thighs, he made her spread her knees apart. She moved down so she was resting on her elbows, her ass high in the air. He looked at her pussy hanging down between her legs, her swollen clit protruding from her hairless lips; his cock twitched at the sight.

"Spread your knees apart wider," he ordered, and she did.

"Wider... wider... wider..." he demanded and she spread them until he was satisfied.

He ran his hands up her cheeks and back, and with some force he pushed her head down against the bed. His cock brushed up against her inner thigh and he could feel it sliding across the wetness that had developed there. Leaning back he studied her ass, swaying slightly in the air. He brought his hand back and swatted her left cheek lightly. She didn't react. He swatted again, a little harder, and there was still no reaction. The next time he slapped her harder, the sound ringing out in the room. He heard her moan and he slapped her ass again. He began to rhythmically slap her quivering cheeks with a moderate force, leaving them a light shade of pink.

She continued to moan and push her ass back. He rubbed where her skin had turned to pink and then moved both his thumbs down between her cheeks, spreading them wide. As he spread her cheeks, he looked down at her dripping pussy; his cock felt like it would explode if he didn't fuck her soon but the thought of making her wait outweighed his desire. His thumbs moved down and touched her pussy, making them instantly wet. He brought them back up her ass and rubbed the cream against her ass. She pushed her ass back against his thumbs, wanting him to stick one deep inside of her. He moved his index finger down to her pussy and gathered more cream, rubbing it again against her little hole. She shivered and moaned. He loved the way she squirmed under him. He gently placed his index finger against her ass, rubbed little circles against it, and then drove his finger in deep. Her gasp seemed to be caught in her throat as he fucked her ass with his finger. As his finger slammed into her, he kissed her cheeks and then sat back, watching his finger give her pleasure. His thumb rubbed against her pussy and she began to quake again. He felt her ass muscles tighten around his finger as he took his other hand and shoved two fingers deep into her pussy. Both hands moved in rhythm in and out. He listened to the sweet sound of her pussy juices making sucking sounds as his fingers fucked her hard.

"Oh God," she screamed and pushed her face into the mattress. She slammed her weight back against his fingers and tightened around them. With a loud moan she began to shudder and came hard against his hands, covering his fingers with sweet, sticky cream. He removed his fingers slowly when he was sure the orgasm has passed. He rubbed his wet fingers against her ass cheeks making them slick and shiny.

Taking his rock hard cock in his hand, he moved it up and down her slit, soaking the head. Her pussy was soaked with cum from her last orgasm and it felt hot against his skin. Moving the head of his cock into position, his hands held on to her hips and he stayed there, listening to her breathing speed up again. Looking at her from the side, he caught sight of her tits hanging down, her nipples rubbing against the blankets, hard and swollen. With a deep intake of breath, he pushed his hips forward as he pulled her back, jamming his cock deep into her hot, soaked pussy. He loved it when she cried out and he pulled back and jammed into her again. Her pussy was tight and so wet that he couldn't help just thrusting into her. He fucked her hard and steady, the sounds of his balls slapping against her ass, and her moans filled the room.

He leaned over and wrapped one arm around her waist as his other hand moved under her and cupped one of her breasts. He pulled and twisted her nipple, stretching it and letting it go, as his cock dived deep into her, never losing the rhythm. She started to slam back against him hard.

"Fuck me harder," she whimpered as she moved her ass from side to side. The sound of her voice made his cock twitch inside of her as he drove on; his balls felt so tight and he knew that he couldn't hold back much longer.

He let go of her breast and her waist and returned his hands to her hips; digging his fingers into her flesh, he pulled her back against him harder and faster. He moaned as he listened to the sucking sounds her pussy was making.

"Cum for me again," he growled, not able to hold on much longer.

She continued to move back against him and when he drove his finger back into her ass, he felt her entire body tense. As she moaned and shuddered, he let himself go. His body tensed and he leaned his head back and moaned loudly as he came deep inside of her pussy. Her muscles held his cock tight and milked him; he could feel his cum shooting out and filling her. His balls, which had been so tight, started to loosen up as he drove into her one final time. She fell down against the bed and he fell on top of her, both totally spent.

After a few moments when her breath had become even again, she told him to get off of her. He rolled off and watched her get up, pick up her clothing, and go into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. He stared at the ceiling, hardly believing what they had just done. When she finally came out of the bathroom, he was waiting for her on a small chair, dressed and ready to finish their deal. No emotions crossed either of their faces as the details were finalized and the goods exchanged.

She left the room first and he waited fifteen minutes and left out the back door of the hotel, pulling his collar up to protect himself from the rain as he flagged down a taxi to take him to the airport.