Natasha

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.

~

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.

“Next time. Remember it.”

We stepped outside the corridor nonchalantly as if the last hot-and- heavy ten minutes never existed in our timeline. “What next time?”

He surprised me by draping an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. “We are so going to fuck next time. No dates, no warm up... Just raw and straight sex.”

Finafuckingly! I swooned internally. A few heads snapped back at us as if we had committed the highest form of PDA. I distanced away, smirking. “You finally came to your senses. Spared me from our fourth date.”

~

I entered the kitchen after taking a nice, long bath to find my mother moulding the flour with her hands. She wore a blue apron over her green- white salwar suit. Her hair was tied to a bun with few weary frills coming out of it. A normal attire for a typical housewife. I thought I'd help her out a bit, but seeing two closed vessels filled with food, it was evident that she had already prepared our lunch. "What's up for lunch?"

"Loki ke kopte," she replied when I was on my way to open the lid of the vessel. The smell of the vegetable reached my nose, further confirming her answer. It was my younger brother, Sahil's favorite dish. Mine, not so much.

I turned to her. "Um, can we have rajma- rice for dinner?"

She walked near the sink at the end of the kitchen to wash her hands. "No. We are having Paneer - Matar tonight. Some other time."

"Okay," I sighed in agreement. I turned to open the refrigerator to find a little something to eat for the time being. It was a box of sweets. I opened it and ate a piece of modak, enjoying its taste, melting in my mouth. I was about to devour the second one when Mother snatched the box from me, her eyes burning with rage.

Oh, crap, here we go again.

"Didn't I tell you not to eat from these boxes?! We bought these for your Maasi who will be visiting us tomorrow, you foolish girl!" Mrs Patil raised her voice that reverberated throughout the kitchen. I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

"Huge deal, Mother! Eating two out of a dozen doesn't make a difference. Maasi doesn't need-"

"Don't argue!" She shouted, widening her furious eyes at me. Before I had the chance to retort, she took the rolling pin from the stand and hit my arm with it. Hard. A sharp pain shot through my bone and I bit my lip, suppressing the cry that was about to erupt from my throat. Tears threatened behind my closed eye lids. As if on instinct, I crossed my arms to defend myself. "Don't you know how much these sweets cost? Huh, don't you?!" She snarled, hitting the same spot twice, making me welp in pain.

"Stop it, woman! Fuu- just stop hitting me! I get it. I'll never, ever touch sweets that you'll bring again. Never!" I yelled, my body visibly shaking by the impact. That was when the angry shadow of a mother stopped. She went back to make rotis like the last minute was none of her motherfucking business. This bitch.

I had the dying urge to shout some inappropriate expletives at her, but I stopped, knowing it would only get worse. I exited the kitchen, blinking my wet eyes and rubbed the red spot above my elbow, groaning quietly. On my way towards my bedroom, I saw Sahil passing my way. His eye movement was fast but I noticed what he noticed, to which he only shook his head in dismay. "What's wrong with you?! I just ate a fucking sweet!"

I entered my room but then I heard someone's footsteps approaching fast. "What happened, didi (elder sister)?! I heard Mumma shout. Did she hit you, again? I hope-"

Swallowing a lump in my throat, I turned to my little sister, forcing a smile. "It's just a small scratch, Mitali," I said, although I doubted my words as I glanced at my sore spot which was turning almost bluish now.

"Are you sure? I can get something. Um..."

"It's fine," I reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She dubiously agreed. Upon her exit, I let out a huge gush to breath I was holding while pressing against my sore spot. I took a few more breaths until I could breathe normally again.

I remained idle in my bed for a while until I took out my Kindle app to continue reading a sci- fi 온라인카지노게임 to where I left off. I didn't realize when sleep kicked my system or when it became two in the afternoon after I woke up. Even Mitali hadn't woken me up. I came to the kitchen, only to witness a pile of dirty plates in the sink, meaning that my dearest family already had lunch without me. Again.

Why do I even bother coming to this deadass house? It's like I don't exist. Sahil informed me that the dishes were kept in the corner but I had already lost my appetite. I simply returned to my room.

At three in the afternoon, I was solving some equations while helping Mitali with her homework when a rocky ringtone of my phone cut through the serious vibe. I picked the call, thinking it was Abhishek since we were previously messaging, but it was someone else.

"Say something sexy."

"What?!"

"Didn't you hear me? Dirty talk, sex talk, dark fantasy... Argh, just moan into this phone if you can't do anything."

Rithik's voice sounded pleading, almost breathy too. It didn't take Sherlock to figure out what kind of activity he was indulging in. Normally I wouldn't have minded assisting him in his 'activity' but this was so not the time and place right now.

"I can't, F you!" I whispered in front of my fifteen year old Mitali. When he annoyingly asked me why, I turned my face to the side and covered my mouth with my hand. "I'm currently helping my sweet, little sister with her homework. We are both studying while you're... I can't, Abhishek. I'm studying," I purposefully misnamed to keep up the pretense in front of Mitali, who was looking innocently at me. I knew I couldn't go on so I excused myself to stand outside the balcony.

"Look, I gotta leave with my parents within fifteen minutes but I'm stuck in the toilet with this unwanted boner. Ugh, I can't even understand my own body sometimes."

I gritted my teeth. He made it sound like an emergency crisis. "Then use your right hand, dickhead! Why are you calling me for?"

"And why shouldn't I call you? Why the hell should I just masturbate by myself when I can phone sex with you? That's what you're here for, right?"

"We can text, maybe."

He sighed. "I don't need digital words, Natasha, I need to hear your voice. Yours. Just give two minutes of your time and I'll be fine. So, what are you wearing?"

I certainly didn't peg him as someone who'd be desperate for something. It was kind of a turn off. Maybe he really needed me. My lips twitched sideways at the stupidity of his situation. Guess what? Men had their own share of problems. I 'helped' him out eventually.

After five minutes or so, I returned to my room. The moment Mitali sensed my presence, she smirked at me like she heard all the eighteen plus talk I sported from my mouth back there. Impossible.

“I knew the guy you were talking to wasn't Abhishek but don't you worry, Di. I'm going to be silent as always and won't ask questions. As always.”

Was it me or were younger siblings always this clever?

~

We were finally here.

As I stood in the same room as Rithik, who was busy checking out my rented room, I recalled the first time I saw him waltzing into the fashion walk. How mesmerized I was, by him in that maroon- skin traditional suit. I couldn't look away the entire evening. How his eyes sparkled in the spotlight, the way he carried himself with confidence while smiling all the way. He was like a prized possession you'd see in stores. He seemed so far fetched that time and now he was here.

If only he would wear that suit again.

There wasn't anything to cockblock us this time, so we got into action right away as he laid me on top of him, making out. I remembered him caressing my lips with his own; I remembered him saying it was the first time we were making out in a bedroom; I remembered his warm hands on my skin, instantly making me sensuous. Though I couldn't, for the life of me, remember when he raised my arm with his hand. Only realized it when I winced out loud, making him stop. I hoped it would go unnoticed, but it didn't, as his eyes accessed me, wanting to know what was wrong. Before I could cover up, he twisted my arm around my elbow, his eyes widening at the injury. I pulled away immediately.

Well, this is awkward.

"How did this happen? I'm sure it wasn't there the last time we met."

Damn, he was sharp. "My brother was playing cricket with his friends. I happened to be passing by when the ball hit my arm," I lied on autopilot.

"Really?" Rithik raised a suspicious brow at me and I nodded. "This reminded me of my childhood when I used to cause trouble. Ma used to run after me carrying a spatula in her hand. It would hit me like- Smack! Man, those were some colorful days."

I wanted to ask if her mother would still hit and spew abuses at him sometimes but from the way he was reminiscing merrily, it seemed highly unlikely. I pushed him, playfully. "You ruined the mood, idiot."

"Hey, blame your arm. Not me," he pointed out, before closing the distance. He flipped me back to get on top and lowered his face to kiss the nape of my neck until I felt his fingers tugging at the hem of my top. I raised my arms, allowing him to remove my top with ease. He didn't stray from my eyes as he did, but after that, he allowed himself to take in the sight of me— or specifically my covered (slightly) circular boobs in my purple bra. His dark gaze was enough to steal my breath away. I'd like to believe my chest was the right size- not too big, nor invisible either. He was about to cup my bo.obs when I stopped him. Instead of answering him, I ran a finger down his torso then stopped to unbutton his shirt. As I proceeded with the second button, he placed a hand on my wrist.

"Just a heads up- you are in for disappointment."

"Why, what happened?" I whirled my head to him, trying to be patient. I desperately wanted to drink the sight of him without his shirt, too.

"Nothing, it's just that my abdomen..." he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. "I- it's a bit bloated right now. I slacked off and ate a lot last month. I do go to the gym everyday but you know how stubborn this piece of flesh is. It takes time."

"So?"

"So you are going to be disappointed."

I recalled the day when I saw him, wearing a tight shirt at the Barista cafe and another time, when his muscles were showing off in his sleeveless shirt. And this fucker claimed that I was going to be disappointed.

"I don't fuckin' care!" I told him while proceeding to unbutton the next one, revealing a portion of his chiseled chest. Thankfully, he didn't resist as he looked down on me playfully. I went on unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a portion of skin every time until he shrugged the shirt off his arms.

I inhaled a sharp breath.

His chest was a piece of art. I meant that literally. Half of the upper right side of his chest was inscribed in black and green ink. It was a hollow skull design surrounded by roses and thorns. I began to trace his C shaped biceps, then rose up to the small portion of hollow skin near his collarbone. I brought my mouth right there, nibbling it then proceeded to touch his abs, his tattooed chest- almost every contour of his torso, feeling soft hairs above his hard skin. His warm chest rose and fell as I mapped it with my palms. He was muscular but still a far cry from those oversized muscle models.

Slowly my hands lowered to his stomach.

He wasn't lying. Indeed he possessed belly fat but it did little to damper his body. Infact, I hardly cared. With a good set of biceps, tattooed chest and his smooth skin, how could I possibly complain? If he kept working on the gym, then he was bound to lose those extra pounds eventually.

I traced the thin line of hair from the base of his navel that disappeared into the hem of his jeans. I patted his stomach gently. "How many months due is it?"

"Four months, most probably," He joked, smiling although his sharp eyes said otherwise as he held his gaze on my breasts like a wild animal ready to pounce. And pounce, he certainly did. The next moment I knew, I was being dragged to bed, causing the sore spot on my arm to hurt again. I bit my lip, trying to suppress my whimper but failed. He apologized. Damn you, mother!

"You sure you were hurt by a ball? Anyway, lift your hand," Rithik requested, hovering above me. I did just that and noticed him holding a thick, white handkerchief. When did he fetch that? I watched him as he tied the handkerchief around my sore spot with care. He patted the covered area that surprisingly hurt less. "Alrighty, this way, I would know which arm not to touch. Don't forget to put an ointment afterwards."

Something warm bubbled inside my chest but I didn't care. He was already pulling off my half jeans, revealing my bare legs. A feeling of disappointment crept through me as he undid his jeans himself, something that I was craving to do. Never mind, there was always next time.

His hands snaked through my legs, paving its way to my inner thighs. I parted my legs, expecting him to touch my wet area but he simply brushed it through to cup my bo.obs. Then he lowered his lips close to my navel and blew air on it, making my stomach contract. He crouched his body low, raining kisses on my stomach, going higher and higher until his hands reached the strap of my bra, untying it in one go. My nipples hardened beneath his calloused fingers and were oh- so- ready for him as he pushed the lacy cloth aside, exposing my bre.asts to thin air. His eyes did a once over again as if wanting to etch every detail of me in his memory. "You sure are a holy treat to my eyes."

And then my head fell back in pure ecstacy as he sucked my bre.ast while stroking the other. I squirmed as I felt his soft tongue rounding over the sensitive spot in sweet delight, causing me to squeeze my legs. My hands began to skim through the hard panes of his back, lowering till where my hands would reach. I tried to push him away so that I could sweet assault him but he didn't let me. Instead he made me submit to him, the instant his fingers made contact with the part that was aroused the most. The combination of his mouth on my chest and his fingers digging my hole, rendered me senseless. My body shook with pleasure and my first orgasm bursted out.

He left his mouth after that, which gave me the chance to distract him by a kiss and flip him around. I pressed my body purposefully, dry humping against him. An ungrateful growl erupted from the back of his throat, making me smirk. “What the fuck, Natasha? I can't wait anymore.”

“I can't let you stomp all over me while I don't get to do the same. It should work both ways, darling,” I told him, winking before kissing his neck. Soon I was all over him with my mouth and hands working sensuously all over his body, pleasuring as well torturing him.

Some more kisses and touches later, we were naked and ready to mingle. My heartbeat picked up at his tall figure looming above me, tantalizing my skin me while his dick was hard as a rock right now. I lusted at the sight of his naked body like a hungry woman looking at her long time meal. He gripped his dick with one hand, trying to set the right position while I spread my legs. The tip of him brushed against my pussy opening, teasing me but never going past it. I waited for a second, a few seconds but soon lost my cool.

I fake yawned in order to provoke him. "Tell me when you decide to go in, I'm sleeping ov-"

My words were swallowed by a silent gasp of my own as he filled my pussy, with one thrust. I opened my eyes I closed momentarily to find his dark, wild eyes flashing down on me.

His breath fanned against my ear as his body flexed and crouched down on me. “You dare talk about sleeping on my watch again and I'll whip your ass, you understand?”

“Ye-s...” I bit my lip, tuning him out since I was too busy feeling his boner digging in and out, several times accompanied by a sound. I was lost in my own euphoria until he twisted my chin to face him.

“Look here,” he demanded cooly. I looked at him, he looked at me and somehow that was enough, because the next moment we smashed our lips together, firing up the whole room. We kissed and gasped against our mouths, while simultaneously rocking our hips to find a rhythm. His fingers traced my skin until it intertwined with my fingers, startling me. It was an intimate gesture, something not meant for non-couples like us. Instead, of letting go, I surprised myself by closing my fingers upon his, and arched my hips a little above the bed. I tightened the hold on his hand as his dick dug closer to my G spot.

It was around a couple of minutes later, when I felt my orgasm coming as his dick kept making sweet hits to my G spot. My legs circled around his hips while Rithik bent on his knees, thrusting over and over. I felt nothing around me— not this room, not the outside world— just two bodies mingling in sweat and moans. I couldn't see what face he was making because I had my eyes closed. Maybe he had, too. It was better that way.

Above the thumping noises of my heart, I heard him saying that he was about to come. I simply hummed in response.

“Natasha...”

Something about the way he whispered my name stirred my heartstrings, making me blink my eyes open. His body was leaning onto me. As if sensing me looking at him, he leveled his sheepish eyes with mine. We remained in that limbo for sometime, our movements slowing down. Then, something wild happened.

In a matter of seconds, he lifted my body a little, jolting my senses. My hands that were intertwined with his earlier, flew up to circle his neck while his hand slipped to my thighs. The posture had completely changed as I found myself in a sitting position with my legs untangled but still somewhat spread behind him. We resumed our movements, moving our hips faster than before. However, this time, it was different. This time, we locked gazes with each other. I was wide awake, staring into his dark brown orbs. With each unapologetic thrust, I felt my center contract thus reaching closer to the edge. His audible breaths were a sweet torture against my own. More so, as his wet lips brushed mine, making me all aware of who I was messing up with.

More, more, more... “Haa!” I moaned loudly. Instinctively, my hand went below to rub my dripping clit. My head fell back as my entire world crashed down in a mind blowing orgasm. Instantly, my legs went limp, and I fell back to bed.

“Not... yet...” Rithik growled, still continuing to grind me when I thought it was over. I chewed on my bottom lip, experiencing slight pain in my now sore pussy, as well as the pleasure of him still being inside me. A few seconds later, I felt his dick throb as he ejaculated himself, followed by a deep grunting sound that made me wanna cum all over again.

A moment later, we were lying in bed, with the sound of our panted breaths filling the room. It was when my mind started communicating with me, I made sense of what transitioned a moment ago. It was the kind of euphoria I didn't think I experienced in a long time. For a long span of minutes, neither of us moved, refusing to enter reality.

Eventually, I got up- only to be pulled back by him as he pulled me to his chest. “Rithik!” I mumbled, half-smiling, half-annoyed.

His eyes were glazing over the length of me, “One more time.”

“You're not even hard yet.” My eyes trailed downwards to his anatomy. He still didn't let go of my hand. I giggled. “I live here, silly. Where do you suppose I will go?”

At that, Rithik chuckled as well and scooted closer, his heavy presence arousing my senses. “Just give me a few minutes babe, and I'll spring back in action.”

I turned sideways to stare at him for the first time after sex. His dark hair was ruffled in places, his brown eyes lucid and his lips swollen but the best part was his scent. He smelt of sex all over. I let my hand brush over his face until I pecked his lips. I pushed him further, lying on top of him to kiss him lazily. Damn, I could get drunk by his lips alone.

His hands squeezed my soft ass then brushed my hair away to kiss me back slowly. His body mingled closely with my softer one, making us more intimately closer now. He broke away from the kiss with a sheepish look, “What just happened?”

I met his forehead, his breath warming my face. A small smile escaped my lips. “I have no idea but let's just keep going.”

The only answer I got was a satisfactory groan after which we resumed our activity, thus drowning ourselves in this finite passage of time.

~

At night, alone, in the confinement of my bed, I opened my WhatsApp to search for a particular person I haven't contacted in months. When I found him, I sent him the following message without a second thought-

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A u t h o r s N o t e

A bunch of things happened. So Rithik and Natasha finally did the deed. It was my first time writing an uncensored sex scene (blushes profusely) I hoped you liked it. Also, what do you think about Natasha's er, family? I figured it was time to showcase a little about her family so you would know why she prefers to stay away from her residential home.

Also what was that message in the end? 😉

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