7- The competitor

                                        

                                              

Remember when I mentioned Rithik having a liking to fuck my neurons out. Not in a sexual way but in an impatient kind. Like waiting in line at a bank kind of impatient. That's how I felt as I sat on Rithik's lap, waiting for him to end his phone call. 
I wasn't one of those girls who had enough libido to wait, unless it was an emergency. I struggled to move away from his lap for the fifth time but his grip around my waist stopped me as usual. Why was he insisting to have a goodbye kiss was beyond me? But Natasha wasn't the one to give up, no, fuck no. So I tried to distract him, the other way. 
“No shit, he did what? But I hymp— ” Rithik's words were swallowed as I coiled my arms around his neck and gave him one long smooch. Now I could have touched his dick instead, but we just had sex, ten minutes ago. The chair rattled against the floor as I kissed him further but I didn't care. I expected him to push me away like I thought he would, but instead, he moved his lips against my own while raising his mobile mid- air. He broke away and whispered breathlessly. “Try to understand Nat, he's my school friend.” 
I traced a finger along his neck and kissed it. “Then let me go.” 
“Not happening.” 
And the next moment, he claimed my lips in a way that got my heartbeat racing through the finish line. Kisses had their own language, you see. This was the kind that told how badly he wanted me and only me. But before he could act upon it, he broke away to catch up with his call. Surprisingly his asshat friend was still on line. “Tarun, can you hear me?... Yes, it was the lack of signal. You know how shitty it is haha!... Uh, listen bud, can you call me in ten minutes? Something urgent came up... Yeah, right. Later.” 
With that, he ended the call and threw it on the sofa besides us. He bumped his head against mine. “You are high maintenance, you know that. No wonder you are romantically single.”
“Haven't you looked into the material?” I said, slightly pulling down the neckline of my top and he kissed there. “I'm high quality, bitch.” 
More than a week passed since we first hooked up at my pg apartment. Ever since then, we became each other's task. A favorite task to get it done with, everyday. Atleast we tried to. Mostly he would bang me over at my place since it was the easiest option. Khushboo would often express her discomfort on how her apartment stink of sex but that was it. For the last two days though, it had been me dropping my ass to his apartment. His parents just happened to be out of station, plus he had no siblings staying over, so it was a win- win situation for us. 
Rithik's way of sex depended sorely on his mood. For a guy, he had quite a number of mood swings. I could tell how he was feeling just from the way he did me. Like how he fucked his sour mood two days ago because of an argument he had with his co- worker at the bar. While in his sappy mood, he would talk dirty things to my ear, took time to do dirty things to my body and inserted his dick when I least expected him to. In other words, his sex made me see stars, no matter what mood he bathed himself in. I'd like to think he was quite sexually satisfied with me, too. I certainly wasn't in the mood to break from this hook up anytime soon. 
Until one day something happened.
“No fucking way!” I expressed my distaste when he broke the heartbreaking news to me. We were lying on his bed, naked. Apparently his parents were staying in a small town at Gujarat, where the mother's side of his parents live. His father will return to Mumbai tomorrow to resume his work but that wasn't the disappointing part, no. It was his mother and her family who were nagging him to stay over for a week. For a whole goddamn week darnit! 
“I totally feel you even if you're not inside me right now,” Rithik said, shaking his head in dismay. He turned to my side and caressed his fingers through my hair. “Believe me, I have no intention to go when we just started out but my Mamaji, Chacha, Chachi... everyone has been calling me, that too separately. Can you believe that?”