Damn You

“I will reach your flat in 40 mins. You have 40 mins to change in a deep tank top and track pants. I want you to be accessible” he said it in a strong baritone voice, filled with authority.

“I got some work to do Ron…” before she could give an explanation of her protest, he cut her off, “I said, you have 40 mins.”

And the line went dead.

She hated when he did that. Have the final word and cut the conversation. She kept her mobile near the lamp of her bed. Somehow she kept thinking of him. Till this call, she was busy with her office work but now after hearing that alpha male dominating voice, she was lost. And the fact that she knew he is coming, didn’t help her concentrate either.

Reluctantly she got up. Closed her laptop and went inside the bathroom for peeing. Thereafter finishing her business she sat thinking about him. Her brain played images of their time together from the last meeting. The stronghold of his fingers, those ever encompassing hands and those Greek god-like chest and abdominal muscles. That V shape, coming from under the shoulders and converging at his waistline. And his perpendicular, hardened, rock solid, thickly swollen rod… how fulfilling and how deep it reaches.

Somehow she stopped herself here... got up from the seat and by the automatic reaction, she pushed the flush.

She told herself, it's just not possible today. There are other girls in the flat and it will be just too embarrassing to have him here, forget about getting in my room! She thought to herself and steadied her mind. Took some water from the tab of the basin and smashed it on her face.

She looked at her reflection, her face with few droplets hanging looked back at her in the mirror. Took a few steps back, allowing her reflection to get a bit fuller and show herself till waistline.

FUCK, waist is just getting bigger. Clearly, I am no match for him. does he really fancy me so much? I think it's just a phase for him, he will move on from me, leaving me broken cause I am just not strong enough to say NO to him. I always end up doing what he wants. Damn!

Time had passed when she finally stepped out of the bathroom, with dismay she laid on the bed, stomach first. She drifted in sleep. After a while, her phone buzzed… and buzzed… Until she picked up.

“I suppose you haven’t yet changed..”

“Mo point... please, Rozy and Mira are here. Don’t embarrass me by walking in my flat” she said in a disappointing tone.

“I want you, right now. You change and be ready for me. Was I not clear?” and the line went dead.

Asshole. Don't know what he is up to...

She removed her jeans and white shirt which she had worn for office that day. Wore the purple, silky soft tank top, which complimented her breast by gently hugging them at the curve and her black gym pants. And there was a knock on the door.

She opened up to see Mira standing. Mira said, “Your friend is here to work with you on that client presentation. The handsome hunk is waiting in the hall, Should I let him in?” Mira asked and winked.

What?? such a lame excuse.

“Yeah, that presentation.. yeah.. please. Sorta have the deadline of tomorrow morning… ” she giggled, in a manner that seemed like something folks would do to hide the oblivious lies.

“Sure…” Mira said and disappeared. She held the door open but hid behind it.

This stops today. He has to understand, he can't just …

Before she could complete that thought, she heard a familiar sound, sound of footsteps of those black shiny shoes making very crisp “tock” noise. As he drew closer, she could even smell his deodorant that brings craving for biting him. Slowly slowly, his scent became stronger and she closed her eyes while immersing herself in his craving. The noise of his footsteps stopped and she forgot the fact that he was already in. standing right in front of her.

His strong hands reached out toward her hand and pushed the door to close. Pushing a button to lock it. She somehow felt scared to open her eyes. To see him. To feel him. To feel the ache between her legs. He saw her in his favorite tank top and pant.

“Good girl” he softly said, came in closer and hugged her. His strong touch sent lightening inside her. She felt herself melting in his arms. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked up to see, his soft blue eye. That mad look which suggested his hunger.

“We shouldn’t do anything. I am not comfortable with Mira and Rozy’s presence. Told you many time, they talk to my father when he comes, what would they think of me? I am a village girl. I come from a very traditional Indian family. My father would never approve such a thing. Please, don’t. Last time we had the flat to ourselves so it just happened. Go away. Go away before I get attached to you. Don’t want to be your toy.”

He held her chin up.

God those blue eyes… she thought and lost her control.

“You talk too much sometime..” and he leaned to coyly touch her lips with his.

She drew a big breath in.

Slowly his touch converted into a kiss, with his lips, holding her lower lip captive and slowly sucking the juice in.

She moaned. His hands moved down and pressed her boobs together from sides. She tried to stop him but he had moved on to reach inside the tank top. His hands when touched her bare skin, she couldn’t control but shiver. She finally pushed him away, wiping her wet lips with the back of the hand.

“No.. ” as he went a few steps back, he didn’t take that as an insult but took this opportunity to remove his clothes. He got naked in a graceful manner, seducing her, taking his shirt off and so on. When he was done, he said softly whilst playing with his hardened rod with right-hand palm,

“Say no to me NOW and I will walk out”

She couldn’t answer as her eyes were transfixed on his muscles and his rod.

Damn you and your confidence!!

She was breathing heavy. He came closure and attacked her breast with both of his hands. The strong squeezing made her let out a sigh.

“Shuu..we mustn’t make a noise. Your flatmates are just outside” he said.

There was anger in her eyes for his actions but also there was a lack of control. There was some shyness but also there was uncontrollable lust. With swift action he moved her tank top out of her and broke the bra straps with his hands, making those soft subtle flesh bounce. He leaned in and grabbed left one in his mouth, as deep as he could, sunk his teeth in the flesh. She moaned, and he kept his left hand on her mouth, muting her voice. She took that opportunity and took his finger in and bit him, as a reaction to his biting. He became more aggressive. He pulled her closer by tightly holding her waist with his other hand. Firmly establishing his grip on her breast, circling his tongue around her nipples, vigorously. The hard nipple made it even more enjoyable for him than for her. when he stood up, there was a big mark of teeth around her breast. She was angry but what made her mad was his member throbbing around her waist, right around her vagina.

He pulled her, near her bed. She obliged. He went around the back and pushed her down. She went down with her hands on the bed, bending in her waist.

What the heck... I am not ready for this...wait !!

He pulled her pants down in one draw. He split her legs and she felt his finger coming inside her. She winced at that alien touch. But in mind, she was preparing for that big rock like the rod to explore her. Since she won’t be able to see the entry and solely dependent on the touch, the anticipation was killing her. He drew the finger out and saw how wet she was, yet he played with her for a while. He saw how moans were escaping her mouth. Often she turned and almost begged him with her eyes to be one with her, come inside her but he held his calm and played on.

Finally, when she wasn’t looking back, he rhythmically pulled his finger out and put his rod inside her with one strong push. The push made her back arch, as it accommodated his size. She groaned and he didn’t care.

Fuck, you could have given me a warning… she thought as it filled her.

He quickly moved out, completely...    

No no, don’t take it out of me!

And before she could complete that thought, he pushed it in, again. HARD and fast.

Aaaaaaahh, fuck! Asshole!

Now he started taking a rhythm on his movement. Sometimes he pushed deep and held there for a while, before taking it out to the point where it was almost out. and then again IN…

Sometimes fast and suddenly holding his movements or sometimes easy with proper pace of movement of IN and out. She loved the easy movement more and made him hear her pleasure but before she got complete satisfaction, he would alter his moves. He occasionally slapped the bare flesh of her ass. He grabbed the cheeks and part them away, giving himself a magnificent view of his rod entering inside the gates of heaven. He held them tight, give her good fast moves.

There was something building inside her. She was arching more, bending more, it seemed like a storm was about to come. Everything around her waist had tightened up, to the core of her vagina.

Aaaaah…

 “God.. take me home.. please” she pleaded as she turned back to see his strong features.

Even he could feel, he was about to explode but he took a breath in and delayed it. He started giving more steadier strokes, increasing his pace. With this constant rhythm, she found her missing element and when he stroked deep inside her, she crumbled. The orgasm hit her like a tsunami and wiped out the illusion of control from her nervous system.

She could no longer stand and fell on the bed. With her face buried in the bed, she moaned loud. For a moment, could not feel anything. When she recovered, she found, him still grinding her from the back, between her ass cheeks. Apparently, he also fell with her on the bed, holding on to her waist; when she lost control, remaining deep inside her. When he recovered control of his body, he started his stroking again. He was close and he wasn’t about to let his momentum go.

It was very sensitive inside her now. She felt tingly sensation every time he went in and out, but his strokes were brutal and she didn’t dare to ask him to stop. And there was that long deep stroke.. that stroke which filled her with his cum, and he collapsed right on her back.

He was breathing heavy and yet he wasn’t out of her, yet he reached out to cup her suppressed breast below her.

“Get up, Ron..” she said, as his weight was making it hard for her to draw breath.

He moved sidewise. Finally, he was out of her.

“Marry me?” he said, panting, staring at the ceiling.

“What?” incredulously she asked.

“Marry me?” he said it in a stern voice, looking at her.

“Are you even serious?”

“I don’t want anything stopping me to be with you. Your flatmates, your father. No one should come between us. You won't understand but I NEED you.”

Damn!!  Her heart wasn’t ready to believe what she heard.

“Soon you’d be bored of me. You would be miserable with me”

“Anyways life is miserable when I am not with you.” He shifted his weight on the elbow and faced her. he reached out and pushed some of the stray strands of her hair back, said “Let's be miserable together.”

Damn you and your confidence

She thought as she smiled, staring at those wicked blue eyes. She kissed him and drifted in fulfilling sleep, on the cushion of his biceps.