Akshay knotted his hands in my hair, holding me to him as he lifted his hips slightly off the ground.
“Shanaya,” he whispered against my lips. “I have to have you right now. I can’t wait.”
And I didn’t want him to. So I held his stiffness immediately and hell yes that was incredibly large. It was damn near as thick as my wrist, long and proud and by all appearances, very, very ready.
I licked my lips, wondering what he would taste like. My finger ran carelessly against his manhood, loving the way Akshay hissed, his hips jerking upward into my caress. I was just about to lean down to give it a shot when Akshay hauled me against him.
“Oh-uh, Shanaya,” he confessed, his voice sounding all coarse and growly. “There is no chance that I would last through that.”
“But you got to taste me,” I pouted back. “Why can’t I?”
“Because I need you too much.” He moaned.
I pushed him back to the bed not listening to his excuses. I had to taste him. In my favorite sixty nine style.
I returned the favor, and when I had his manhood in my hand, I turned around my lower body completely around, so I was facing his knees, straddling his broad chest. I again felt exposed and self-conscious, but not for too long.
My mouth was watering for it. I could have just eaten him right up.
I popped it into my mouth and swirled my tongue around and wetting him.
Far below, I was also getting wet, excited.
I pumped my fist up and down on his manhood while I sucked and licked. There was no way the whole thing was going in my mouth, but I did what I could.
He said, “Damn, that’s awesome.”
“Mm hmm?” I teased him in a ragged tone.
“I mean… so damn good!” He could hardly say anything.
“Mmhh.” I moaned a few more times, letting the vibration of my voice tickle my mouth and his hot, throbbing manhood.
“Oh yeah,” he said.
It got thicker and harder in my mouth and he thrusted a few times.
“Mm,” I said again.
He tasted just as good as I had imagined, and I licked it and sucked it, enjoying every second. Behind me, he adjusted the pillows on my bed, propping up his head to have a better reach to the right spot. He put his hands on my hips and adjusted my body so that I was close to his mouth. He used his elbows to spread out my knees, spreading my legs and lowering me to him, and then I felt his tongue stroke up my vertical lips, my folds, my opening. He tongued the entrance, and at the same time, I ran the tip of my tongue around his manhood. His hands pressed harder on my hips, drawing me down to him.
With me being a bit shorter than him, we fit perfectly together for this position. Having dated shorter guys than him, I had no idea that a taller guy would fit better. This was different. This was good. And that’s why I liked trying new guys. There was always something new to it.
With my lips on his manhood and his mouth on my wet entrance, we were joined, I call it the-perfect-circuit, giving and receiving simultaneously.
We rocked together, him pulsing me up and down on his mouth, the movement in perfect synchronization with my stroking and sucking.
I moaned, the vibrations of my voice going into his manhood in my mouth.
As the waves of pleasure shot through me, I showed him how good it felt by pumping harder with my left hand and licking his whole length, simultaneously.
I looked down at the loveliness of his lower body tensing to my moves, his long legs stretching straight and his toes pointing to the ceiling, his whole body arching like a bow under me.
I had my fill and got off him and lay beside him breathless.
After a few minutes of silence, I said, “Are you already asleep?”
“No way. How can anyone sleep with that kind of erection?” He said with a perpetual smile on his face.
Finally, when I could not wait any more, I hopped on top of him and pressed the tip of him to my opening.
As he held my thighs and tried to push into me, I put a hand on his chest and said, “Let me do it.”
“Oh.” He whispered.
“I’m so wet and ready for you, but you’re so damn huge.”
“You’re just saying that to make me happy,” he smirked.
I moved down, taking in a few inches of him. He was so long and the thickness of him was a surprise too.
I went a little more, my entrance expanding to take him in.
“Come on here,” he said, patting his chest.
I moved ahead a bit and lay on his chest, letting him take the load of my upper body. He bucked his hips under me, pushing a tad bit inside, but not too much, and teasing me by moving completely back out again. Like totally in and totally out of me. That minute second when he left a void made my insides clamor for more of him.
It was marvelous.
My whole body was stinging, lively, and I was so full and shockingly stretched out. I was hot and soaked, so slippery, and I began synching my movements in rhythm with his. He pushed against me, pushing deeper, but with the position I was in, I could take more pressure or reduce it the way I wanted it to be.
I urged him to move faster by jumping at a faster pace on him and he followed.
He amplified the pace and plunged in and out of me, and I moved without thinking. Riding him. Rocking him.
My orgasm burst out like an opening blossom, like a lotus unveiling its petals, and he felt exquisitely spectacular in my ecstasy. His hands were all over me, on my breasts, on my back, knotted in my hair.
I continued hopping on him with continued rigor, taking my orgasm to its peak, his breathing changed and his muscles clenched under me, like he was holding back his own.
It was time for my signature move. I pushed both of my hands onto his chest and lifted myself up a bit at an angle that I could hold myself and he could get more space to wham-bam into me, much deeper than what he had done till now. I took more of him inside me, surprising him as I moved.
He groaned and plunged deeper, his manhood impossibly rock-firm inside me, and then it got really hot and steamy inside.
We were both breathing heavily as we slowed down.
I relaxed my arms sideways and fell down onto his hard chest, gleaming with sweat in the soft light, and I was as sweaty and as delighted as he was.
He started to say something, and I held my finger to his lips to stop him. I wanted to enjoy the moment in a complete silence.
I thought I was the one with surprises. “My turn,” he said, sitting up, surprising me to the core.
He pushed inside me. I could feel myself expanding, opening for him.
“Damn, baby, this feels so right,” Akshay gasped, working his pelvis under me to ease his way inside. “That’s it, babes. You need to again open up for me.”
My hips moved on his wishes, working with him to consume up every accessible inch of that thick, long manhood once again. I felt my walls slowly allowing the invasion again, opening a little more for him. The stretching burn combined with a pleasure so spiky it bordered on pain. Biting my lips, I dropped down, my breath exhaling in a whiz. I was so incredibly full, I didn’t think I could move for some time or may be some years.
Turned out I didn’t have to. Akshay’s large hands settled on my hips, stirring me up and down on his every inch. Soon I was able to anchor my knees and work in synch with him. It was so damn good! He stroked me to perfection, reaching my hidden corners I hadn’t even known existed. It was impossible to keep from bucking against him, taking all he had to offer and demanding more from him.
“Akshay, you feel so fucking good,” I moaned, lost in a cloud of pure bliss. “Just keep going.”
“That’s the plan,” he groaned and kept pushing in
Pin pricks of intense sensations raced throughout my body, igniting me from the inside out as he moved in and out of me. I couldn’t breathe in air, I couldn’t move; my entire body seized as I imploded, then exploded, coming so hard my whole body shook from it.
“Fuck!” Akshay groaned, as I lay on my back, he pulled my legs to his shoulders.
I was wide open for him, vulnerable against the attack of my orgasm, which seemed to go on and on as he pistoned in and out of my body. He was burning hot above me with his blazing stare focused entirely on me.
“You feel so perfect. So right. So mine.” His voice had gotten so rough I could barely understand what he was saying. It only acted as a catalyst to make me even hotter. I had barely climbed down from one peak before he was forcing me to another. “Tell me, Shanaya. Just say that you are mine.”
How the hell could I argue with that even if it was for now? “Yes I am totally yours. All yours.”
“Come with me, baby. Now!” He was breathing heavily.
I moaned in reply to Akshay’s demand. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as I came again, my nails digging into his skin as he spiked to his climax riding the wave with me. No matter what happened tomorrow, or any day after that, I knew that tonight was definitely a good catch.
We collapsed in a heap on the floor, our harsh breathing echoing in the room for some strange reasons.
“You are spectacular and have a body to die for. Let’s lay here for a little bit, normally I am not a cuddle type of person but tonight I can make an exception for the blast we had.” I said.
“I agree it has been a blast, and I will keep my word and not ask any questions. But I will say if you ever get lonely in the city, then just tinder me baby.” He said catching his breath.
“Oh yes, I will.” I knew I won’t.
Within the next few minutes, my breathing leveled out and I laid there about to go off to a satisfied slumber for a good day tomorrow. “Just pull the door when you leave and it will lock automatically.” I told him, passing out.
He probably wanted to stay over but I made sure he got the right idea. With me, there was no tomorrow and I liked to communicate that in as many words as possible.
He hesitantly got up to get his clothes on, look over at me one last time, and walked out the door with a hope that he will see me again.
And I slept at peace knowing I will never see him again.
***
I wake up to my iPhone alarm clock screaming at me. Probably I had snoozed it enough number of times. I wonder why alarm clocks allow to snooze by just one touch and for actually stopping the alarm you have to swipe the whole goddamn screen. Shouldn’t it be the reverse? What the hell? I try to get up immediately but realize that my body is sore but it’s not something that I can’t handle.
I walk over to my bathroom and glance on the floor and I see two towels lying on the tiled floor.
“Fuck , how much did I drink last night?” I think to myself. I am about to get in the shower when I hear Akanksha’s ringtone yelling at me from the other room, so I turn off the water and move to grab my iPhone.
“Hey, how was it?” She asked excitedly.
“What are you talking about?”
“Shanaya now don’t act dumb, tell me about Mr. Enfield. I saw you on the dance floor in the club and the next thing I know you were gone.”
“I don’t remember anything just yet; I woke up like literally a minute ago. Give me a recap please?” I was still half asleep.
“Damn you had like seven eight shots and few cocktails and then I saw you on the dance floor with Mr. Enfield and the next thing I know you are gone. So please tell me you got some of that action that you were talking about?” She told me everything in one go.
“Are you fucking kidding me? No I am not sure if you are. Why would I drink so much? Oh my god! Are you talking about the hot as hell guy with the Enfield bike?”
“Oh yeah, definitely, who else? You told me you would be riding him, so did you?” She kept insisting.
“Let me think for a few minutes and I will call you back.”
“Okay sweety, I will wait for the update. Love you.”Akanksha chimed.
“Love you too babe and I swear I will call you back.”
I walk over to my bed and suddenly last night comes crashing back to me. I slept with a man I did not know, which was a good thing, and suddenly the reminder on my phone beeped. Fuck I was going to get late for the first day at my office. Fuck… Fuck...Superb Fuck I don’t have time for this right now, I take a quick shower, put on my clothes and my black heels and lock my door and rush to the new office.
I reach the reception and share my joining letter and ask for my boss. She points me towards the lift saying, “He’s about to leave for some meeting.”
As I am in a hurry to get inside the closing lift door I don’t even realize how fast I am running, and I crash into him. The next thing I know I am laying on top of him.
“Hey watch where you-” he stopped in the middle.
Last night suddenly hit me in the face. Like literally. Yes I think I just slept with my boss.
The End
About the Author
After the success of the hot-selling novels The Naughty Proposal and The Pleasure is All Mine, Shanaya Taneja is back with some sinfully seductive stories that will awaken forbidden desires. She works in the advertising industry and juggles between Mumbai and Delhi for her work. Fond of travelling and photography, she has a keen interest in exploring new domains.
Other books in this series
The Surprise Birthday Gift
The Stranger in my Bed
Looking for Lust on Tinder
Wet at 40000 Feet
Call Before You Come
Remember My Name
Tit for Tat
Normal Isn’t Boring
Games People Play
Just Tinder me Baby
She Likes to Watch
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