Series: Touch

Like birds of prey, they descended upon her. One of her men nuzzled their nose at the junction of her thigh, teasing her with what she wanted. Another had taken to feasting hungrily upon her breasts. The last, placed soft, gentle kisses on her lips as if he felt none of the urgency that she did that their touch invoked.

A nibble on her thigh made her gasp. She shifted her legs, but hands held her legs steady. A mouth moved away from her breasts, only to be replaced by two. They didn't utter a sound, and Sakura hadn't realized how much torture it would be not knowing who was where.

Suddenly, as if it were choreographed, they all pulled away, and Sakura couldn't stop herself from crying out in disbelief, despair, and a little rage. Before she could put words to her protest she was flipped over and placed on all fours.

"What-?" Again, a finger was placed on her lips, silencing her question. She found herself suddenly filled from behind. He moved his hips with agonizing slowness.

Sakura's lips parted of their own volition. Something slid against her bottom lip. Sakura, knowing exactly what it was, darted out her tongue and earned a groan that she recognized. She barely held back a grin at Sasuke being the one to give up the game.

Now all she had to do was figure out if Kakashi was the one doing wonderful things to her with his cock or if it were Itachi. The lover behind her rolled his hips at hit a spot within her that made her see stars. Her fingers twitched with the desire to hold onto someone, anyone, but she couldn't.

Her third lover made himself known when he pushed her legs further apart so he could maneuver his body beneath her. Hands lightly trailed over her stomach before they cupped her breasts fondling with the perfect kind of roughness. She wanted more of it but was unable to voice her desire. Instead, she moaned, and Sasuke groaned, then yelped, and then all movement ceased. The man below her moved as well as the one in front and behind. Sakura whined but was silenced with a kiss. They were determined to keep her off balance, and as much as Sakura hated it, she loved it too.

The kiss ended with Sakura being pulled away and returned to her back. Her lover rolled her onto her side, raising her leg and draping it over his hip. With a roll of his hips, he immediately filled her. Sakura let her hands dive into the hair of the man who had her captured. Itachi. She knew it from the length of his locks. He buried his face in her neck, and little hot puffs of air danced along her skin. Heat covered her from behind, and the feel of another body sent her crashing into the orgasm she had been chasing. Her mouth fell open in a wordless scream, and tears pricked her eyes.

It should have been too much, but it just wasn't enough.