Simply Irresistible

by P. G. Van

  “I’m gonna go to work and come home early to pack. Yash said he would come get me around seven.”

  “Will you come back here ever?”

  “I will. I still need to go to meet my professor… don’t worry I am not leaving you.” She put her arms around her roommate.

  “How did a prodigy with medical degrees end up in the food business?” Samar asked the question that had been running through Mantra’s mind since the day she found out who he was. Mantra wanted to know because she knew there must have been something that triggered him to throw away everything he worked for and shift gears.

  Chapter 25

  Later that day, Mantra was in her bedroom packing her bag for her stay at Yash’s place when Samar came into Mantra’s room with her cheeks flushed.

  “Why do you look like a tomato?”

  Samar giggled turning a deeper red. “He is here.”

  “Yash? Okay… why are you blushing?” Mantra shook her head.

  “He said he is here for his girl.”

  “Oh… stop blushing.” She laughed zipping the last section of the duffle bag and headed out of her bedroom, Samar shuffling behind her like a shy puppy.

  Yash always had a way to charm anyone. She was glad she had her bestie’s approval. He had an effect on her that made her wonder if she was thinking straight. His effect was like a potent drug that was introduced into her bloodstream the moment she laid eyes on his hot ass. That high had transformed into something different, something softer the last few weeks.

  “Hey, babe.” Yash planted a kiss on her forehead taking her bag from her.

  “I’ll miss you, Mantra,” Samar pouted hugging her.

  “You know I’ll miss you, too.” She patted her friend on her back.

  “Yeah, right!” Samar giggled.

  “You take care. I will call to check if you finished your meals.” Mantra winked.

  “Okay, mommy,” her friend retorted.

  “I’ll see you at school.” She waved to her friend following Yash to his car.

  His royal blue beast stood awaiting their return taking up two parking spots.

  “Are you ever going to get your car fixed?” She laughed as he placed her bags under the hood of the car that had a rear engine.

  “I don’t know if I am ready to part with that scratch on the rear… reminds me of what a wildcat you are when you are all mine.” He nipped her ear making her pool between her legs.

  “Too wild for you to handle?” she drawled sliding into the passenger seat of one of the most desired vehicles.

  “Not wild enough yet,” he mocked.

  “Really?” She ran her palm along his thigh from his knee before cupping the bulge at his crotch.

  His hissed breath told her she gave him enough to keep him a step behind. “Do you think you can drive while I blow you?”

  “Fuck it! I’m getting someone to drive us if we are going out together,” he growled making her laugh.

  “So, what’s the plan for tonight?” She ran her fingertips over his bulge that was expanding.

  “How about I tell you all about that when we get home?”

  “Okay.” She shrugged.

  “You don’t want me talking when all I can think about doing is ripping your clothes off.” His teeth were clenched as if he was trying hard not to lose control.

  “Fine, we can talk when we get home,” she purred.

  Ten minutes of silence later, he pulled into an underground parking lot she had not seen at his place. The three-car garage lit up as he pulled his car in next to the most rugged Mercedes SUV and a smoldering bike she had not seen before.

  “You are more interesting than I thought you were,” she rasped, pushing up the door on the Lamborghini in a hurry to inspect the sleek motorbike.

  “That’s my latest acquisition.” He smirked.

  “Wow, very cool.”

  In her haste to get out of the low-slung car, she let one of the handles of her large tote fall off her shoulder, and a few of the items rolled out of it.

  “Dang!” She watched the things roll around and bent to pick them up before she could drool over the bike.

  “The bike isn’t running away you know?” he teased walking toward her.

  “I know, but that is a cool bike.” She placed the items that rolled out of her tote back inside.

  “What is that jar?”

  “This one?” She pulled out the jar of her favorite almond butter and showed it to him. “It’s my favorite nut butter.”

  His eyebrow arched up. “Better than peanut butter or Nutella?”

  “I was advised to stay away from peanuts after my allergy episode, so it’s my new peanut butter, and I love it. I think this is better than peanut butter.” She placed it back in her tote and started to walk toward the bike only to be yanked back by her wrist, her chest crashing into his.

  “Really? That good?” he teased slinging his arm around her.

  “Oh… it is the eat-standing-up, fridge-door-open, right-out-of-the-jar good. It’s a superfood I recommend to my patients as part of their therapy. It’s a testosterone booster, not that you need it, but you should try it one of these days.” She was coy, but her eyes danced at him.

  “Any objection to me trying it right now?” He brushed his lips against her smiling ones.

  “Sure, what do you have at home to go with it?” she mumbled against his demanding lips.

  “You! I have you,” he grunted pushing her back against the side of the car.

  She moaned when he left her lips to go on his knees in front of her. She dropped her tote on the floor of the dimly-lit garage after pulling out the jar of the most delicious cinnamon almond butter.

  “How much do you think I should start with?” he looked up pulling open the clasp to swiftly pull down her jeans and panties together.

  She dipped her finger into the jar and scooped out a pea-size chunk of the almond butter.

  “Choose wisely, sweetheart. I will stop as soon as I run out of the almond butter,” his voice was hoarse making her swallow while her body came to life.

  She dipped her finger one more time and scooped up a lot more. She would die of unhappiness if he ran out of almond butter before she came while his tongue was on duty.

  “Good amount.” He chuckled. “I need you to put the almond butter where you want my tongue. I will not taste any other spot.”

  She shuddered at the command in his voice but managed to hold his intense gaze as she took her trembling fingers to her folds. She didn’t want him anywhere else but for his face to be buried between her legs.

  He smiled, a devious touch to it as she ran her finger into the depths of her pleasure cave and over her throbbing clit.

  “Good choice of location,” he snorted taking her fingers into his mouth to suck it clean before nuzzling her folds. He pushed her ass further into the side of the car with his palms on her thighs.

  She stood looking down at the thick mat of dark hair, her stomach coiled in anticipation of the pleasure that was sure to rip her to shreds. She winced when the tip of his tongue made the initial contact with her clit coated in the smooth and creamy richness of the butter. She let her head fall back when she felt him devour the silky smoothness triggering waves of electricity through her body.

  “So, good,” he hummed sucking her clit between his lips taking in every bit of the almond butter and turning her knees to the same consistency.

  The waves of pleasure surged, and her back fell onto the top of the low-slung car making her feel grateful for the extra few inches she had on her. He lifted her feet off the floor pulling her legs over his shoulders as he hungrily licked every single creamy layer.

  She moaned grabbing his thick hair when she felt her climax building up.

  “Yash…” It was his signal to slow down so she could reach her peak slowly and steadily enjoy every moment of the journey, but he continued his assault. She called out his name again, her voice a plea, as she got closer to her eruption to
o fast.

  “I still have a lot of almond butter,” he mumbled sucking her clit between his teeth.

  “I can wash it off, please slow down. I am going to die of a heart attack,” she begged, her body writhing with an uncontrollable amount of thrill that set her ablaze. She embraced the new dimension. She floated as he continued his assault with peak after peak hitting her like a storm surge hit a beach for a catastrophic yet delectable experience.

  Chapter 26

  Mantra was in the restaurant kitchen when her phone started to ring. She was surprised to see her mom calling her. The last time she had spoken to her mother was on her birthday. Her relationship with her parents suffered after her brother passed away, and her dad disowned her when she decided not to go to medical school.

  Sloka had been her savior while she figured out her psychology program and until she got the funding she needed.

  “Ma… everything okay?”

  “Mantra, your father and I need to talk to you?”

  Now what?

  “Dad?”

  She hadn’t talked to her dad after the outburst he had when she broke the news about changing careers. She was caught off guard when she heard her father wanted to talk.

  “Give me one minute. I’ll go to my office.” She gestured to the manager on the floor and walked up to her desk set up in Yash’s office.

  “I’m here,” she said taking a deep breath.

  “Mantra, we are worried about Sloka.” Her mom’s shaky voice came through the phone.

  “What? Why?”

  “She is going through domestic abuse, and we need to help her.” Her dad’s worried voice came through the phone making her want to comfort him immediately.

  “Dad, don’t sound so worried. I will find out what is happening.” She assured her parents.

  “We found out a couple of months back she was unhappy in her marriage, and a few weeks back we find out she is on a sabbatical for no reason and… we think she is taking on more than emotional abuse.”

  “Easy, easy… let’s take a step back. I talked to her a few days ago, and she was totally fine. Yes, she is taking a break from work, and that’s not a bad thing. And, Rajeev is the nicest guy, and he loves her. You don’t need to worry about him hurting her.” Mantra wondered where her parents might have gotten the information about Sloka and what triggered the phone call.

  “We are worried about her. We can’t let anything bad happen to her. I can’t handle losing another child.” Her mom wept. She heard her dad groan like he was in pain and that made her sick to her stomach.

  “Ma, Dad, please. Sloka is fine, and I am meeting her later for dinner. I will check on her.”

  “Mantra, your sister has injuries she is hiding with makeup.” Her father’s voice shook.

  “Dad, I’ll talk to her. Don’t sound so worried.” Mantra ended the call after a few more words of comfort and wondered what caused the alarm for her parents.

  Sloka and Rajeev had a reservation for dinner later that night, and she hoped to talk to Sloka about her conversation with her parents.

  Mantra: Sloka, we on tonight?

  Sloka: Yes, can’t wait.

  Mantra: Text me when you get here.

  Sloka: I’m going there with my husband, not you.

  Mantra: I know, text me.

  Sloka: Okies.

  Sloka: Do I get to meet your hot rod today?

  Mantra: Maybe.

  Later that day, Mantra was in the control room checking on the dinner set up when Yash came up from behind. He ran his arms around her and ran his lips along the side of her neck. “Are you hiding from me?”

  “Yes, hiding from you in your restaurant.” She ran her fingers through his hair tilting her neck to open up for his invasion.

  “Why are you here? You don’t work here anymore,” he groaned against her neck.

  “Thanks to you, my sister and her husband are in the private room tonight.”

  “Is that tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you spying on your sister?” he teased.

  “No, I’m not… well, I’m observing.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m not at the liberty to discuss my work with anyone.” She turned her face to brush her lips on his.

  “When do I get to take you to the private room?”

  She smiled against his lips. “I’ll see what I can do to get you on the waiting list.”

  He laughed pulling her into his arms. “I may help get you to the top of the list. I know the guy who owns the place.”

  She nibbled on his chin. “That guy… such an ass.”

  “An ass, crazy about this hot ass,” he growled digging his fingers into her flesh making her moan.

  “Yash… later tonight,” she pleaded.

  He loosened his grip on her, and she looked up into his eyes. “Can we stop by the private room to say hi to my sister?”

  “Isn’t that weird?”

  “Yes, but my sister has been after me to meet you.”

  “Sure. We can swing by if they are fine to see us.”

  “Do you want to hang out at home till they get here?” He nuzzled her cheek.

  “You know I don’t like interruptions. Why don’t we meet my sister and then we can…” She smiled as his lips grazed over hers.

  Her walkie-talkie went off almost at the same moment, and the hostess messaged that her guests had arrived.

  “Okay, they are here, and she was supposed to text me, and she didn’t.” Mantra picked up her phone to check if her sister had and she hadn’t.

  “Why does she have to text you if she is with her husband?”

  “Well, my mom and dad called after like a year to talk to me.” She beamed.

  “Really, that’s something… right?”

  “Yeah, after a long time they sounded like normal parents, parents who are worried about their daughter.”

  “About you?” Yash looked alarmed.

  “Nope, Sloka. They are worried about her.”

  “How much do they know?”

  “Not a lot and what they know is no longer an issue,” Mantra said wondering if Sloka’s best friend had said something to her parents and that’s how Mantra’s mom and dad found out.

  “It looks like they are settled in. Do you want to go say hi?”

  “Yes… thank you, Yash,” her voice was a whisper.

  “You don’t need to thank me. We just used up our pre-blocked slot, no big deal. Let’s go.”

  Sloka and Rajeev were huddled together deep in conversation when Mantra knocked on the glass opening before pushing open the sliding door.

  “Mantra!” Her sister jumped on her feet and put her arms around Mantra.

  “It’s so good to see you, Sloka.” Mantra pulled back and took a moment to inspect her sister, and she didn’t see anything off. “Sloka, this is Yash, Yash, this is Sloka and Rajeev.”

  After the initial pleasantries, Yash and Rajeev delved into a conversation and Mantra took the opportunity to pull Sloka to one side of the booth.

  “Mom and dad called me today.”

  “Oh my God… for real?”

  “Yes, and what’s exciting is they called me about you.”

  Her sister scrunched her nose. “What about me?”

  “Mom and dad know how it was until a few weeks back, and my suspicion is it was your bestie telling her mom and her mom telling our parents.”

  Sloka cursed under her breath. “It explains how they found out, but they called you to help me with therapy?”

  “Interesting you say that.” She didn’t think of the fact that her parents may be hoping to get Sloka some help, help in Mantra’s capacity as a therapist.

  “What?”

  “Never mind, but they are more concerned about you being abused domestically.”

  Sloka laughed so hard both men who were lost in their conversation about technology stopped and looked at Sloka.

  “Don’t mind me, please continue.” Sloka laughed.


  “Sloka, talk to me,” Mantra whispered.

  “So, over the weekend, Mom and Dad decided to show up at our place giving us only thirty minutes’ notice.”

  “And?”

  “In the past, it was okay because we weren’t doing anything, but lately, we are always busy.” Sloka turned to look at her husband and blushed making Mantra feel happiness overflow from within.

  “Keep talking,” Mantra urged impatiently.

  “So, we had a full-on… kinky set up right in the middle of the living room, and we had to move things around in a hurry.” She laughed and continued, “I had a cut lip from our fun, and I used the brightest lipstick to cover it. I realized after they left that I had bruises on my hands from you know…”

  “Sloka, I am so happy for you.”

  “Mantra, I’m so happy. Rajeev is completely off porn, and we talked about boundaries for the kinky stuff… I’m having the best time of my life… I love him so much.” Sloka wiped the moisture at the edge of her eye and ran her fingers through her hair.

  Mantra’s eyes went to her sister’s neck and the telling impression on her creamy skin. “Is that a hickey? And it looks very recent.”

  Sloka put her palm on her neck and smiled sheepishly. “We had time before we had to leave for our dinner reservation.

  “See, I told you, you didn’t need therapy.”

  “No… I needed you… not the sister but the person who wants to help a couple in need. I only wish you had gotten to Vedh sooner,” Sloka said solemnly.

  “Sloka, stop looking so sad. This is your special night, and I’m gonna go.”

  “So, this hot rod of yours seems very sweet.” Sloka smiled looking at Yash and Rajeev converse.

  Mantra laughed. “I like him, he is interesting, and we can talk about everything later.”

  “I don’t think we can break up those two anytime soon.” Sloka laughed when she realized the men were discussing technology.

  “Yash…” Mantra attempted to interject.

  “Mantra, Rajeev is the guy I’ve been looking for, for months.” Yash laughed making her wonder what he was talking about.