6- The fucker

                                        

                                              

It was undoubtedly mind racking when someone gave you pleasure but pleasuring someone else was fascinating in its own way. Especially if that man appeared in the form of Rithik Arora. 
My mind questioned as to how he got his hands on a key to a small store room. How did I agree to make out right in the midst of college hours? But the moment his hands and lips touched my body, I was a goner. As if it was waiting to be sinned by him. And when he lowered my panty to push his finger into my core, all other doubts ceased to exist. 
His breaths slapped against my own and I hoped he felt the same as I rubbed his erection with my hand, feeling his length. I lowered my gaze wanting to get a glimpse of his biological tool but he lifted my chin up with his other hand and distracted me with his mouth against mine, sucking my lower lip. I threw my head back against the wall behind me and spread my legs further, to let his fingers dig deeper. Never did he parted his lips from my body. 
“It's not like you have a golden dick or is it silver?” I joked breathlessly after we parted. 
He let out a half suppressed laugh that sounded like a snort. “Don't make me laugh. I'm just holding the suspense for now. .”
“As you wish, sire,” I said, throwing back a lazy smile and noticed his change in expression as I caught hold of his dick once again. It was interesting watching him. The way his eyes closed and jaws clenched as my hand rubbed the length of him while he squeezed my boobs. Eventually I increased my pace which forced him to open his mouth, only to slip my tongue inside, earning a groan from the back of his throat. His shirt buttons were opened, letting me sneak into his broad chest and slightly tanned skin. I kept touching it in between with my other hand. Eventually, he weighed his forehead against me. The vulnerable look behind his dark chocolate eyes stirred me up and I wondered how he'd react if I were to take him in my mouth. I guess that was up for another time. 
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Our second date had been- surprise motherfuckers- an evening stroll at the famous Hanging garden. I complained about choosing this place as it appeared too romantic for our non-romantic tastes, but he didn't mind. Said he already toured the place with his male friends so going on a date with a sexual partner (I swear this sentence sounds so twisted) wasn't a big deal. Eventually I gave in because first, I happened to love the shoe shaped building in it. Second- Good things came with those who wait. I waited. 
“There is a third date, too,” He said cooly, draining my cool. “Our University.”
My eyes flickered between him and the campus before me. Was he shitting me? “Say what?!” I shot daggers at him. Before I could voice further, I got distracted by the lack of his hand on my shoulder. A man standing a few feet away from us greeted Rithik. Must be an acquaintance. They met up and went on with their boring, everyday chat while I stood as a bystander. 
“So who's this, huh? You move fast, man.” The man complimented while doing a once over of me with his eyes. 
“Natasha. And no, you misunderstood. She's my friend. We were just hanging out.”
"Uh- huh! Your luck couldn't be that great to grant such a hotshot anyway." He quickly turned to me, in defense. "I meant that as a compliment, miss."
“Yeah, terrible luck indeed,” Rithik lied, though he was smiling like a Cheshire cat. I slapped his arm once his acquaintance was out of sight. 
Later, I got to experience a date in the campus and by that, I meant attending a boring, in- campus function. I was starting to think Rithik actually liked to pick my neurons, otherwise he wouldn't have smiled while I shot daggers at him. Nonetheless, he covered it by treating me with a plate of spicy hakka noodles later. Moreover, it was followed by a brief make-out session in the same store room as before.