Sinful Temptation (BWAM) (slow updates)

Chapter 5

a/n: yall are gonna have to reread the previous chapter the way I haven't updated in so long😭

Aarav glanced at the clock over his head, reading the time aloud.

"3:25 am."

So he has been on the phone with Ameera for almost six hours, sitting on the balcony of his guest room. Victoria had come to ask him what took him so long to come to bed, but he quickly told her he was catching up on some work. He did feel bad for lying to his wife, but there was just something about Ameera that hooked him.

A tired yawn escaped his mouth, cutting whatever Ameera was about to say in half. A raspy giggle escaped her, "You're probably exhausted, you should go to bed. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?", and hung up before he could protest.

Regretfully trudging to bed, the bed with his wife in it, he went to sleep with nothing but the thought of Ameera.

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Resting in his home office from a long, stressful day of work, there was only one thought on his mind. Ameera. Not his wife who had not reached home yet, probably galavanting and getting drunk with her friends, or checking up on his daughter who was at a sleepover at her friend's house.

And every time he thought of Ameera, he, of course, thought about the picture that started all of this. He couldn't control how he felt whenever it popped up in his mind, head swirling with licentious thoughts that were unfitting of this character; thoughts that made him feel dirty. He groaned as he felt the blood that was already rushing down to his lower body. Loosening his tie, he took a deep breath and tilted his head back against the plush chair.

No. No, he really shouldn't be doing this. But one peek, one last look at the picture then he would delete it, one last glance couldn't hurt, right? Pulling out his phone, he went to the 'locked folders' in his gallery, one that could only be accessed by his fingerprint. He felt his blood run hot, lust cursing through his weary body. He was trying his hardest, pun intended, to hold himself back, but his body won.

So he succumbs, his hands already palming his already hardened dick through his pants. He hisses quietly and bites his bottom lip to keep quiet despite no one but him being in the house. Taking a deep breath, Aarav opens his pants and pulls down his boxers; revealing his pulsing manhood. He takes his throbbing cock into his warm hand, stroking up and down, the other hand holding the device.

Fuck, he wanted to stop, but the feeling of pleasure swallowed the overbearing guilt he felt. He hadn't done anything like this since he was last in school. With half-lidded eyes trained on his screen, especially the part where he could see her pussy lips printed out through the mesh underwear; his pace picked up.

The image of her last outfit popped up in his mind. The way the short tennis skirt rode up on Ameera's thighs as she bent over. Her oh-so-soft ass pushed up on his front as he was helping her to hit the ball properly. Eyes drifted shut, his hands moved faster, the feeling of his thumb grazing his tip making him want to cum quicker. He thought of how hers would feel.

At this thought alone, he could feel his orgasm coming from the way his thighs clenched. Warm liquid spilt on his hand as he continued to lazily pump his now softening dick, switching his phone off. Aarav reached over to grab a tissue from the desk to clean himself up with, making eye contact with the picture of his wife smiling at him, which he flipped down on its face.

Rolling up the tissue and shooting it into the bin beside the door, he once again picked up back his phone just in time to see a message from the woman of the hour, and day. Week, if he was, to be honest.

A: what are you up to? :)

Sighing, he shut his phone off and stared at the tiled ceiling. What am I doing?

In the end, he in fact did not delete the photo.

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Ameera could hear the pounding of the music inside her head, My Type by Saweetie was playing. She was always the partying type, so she was unsure of why she couldn't seem to focus right now. As she was driving tonight, she decided not to drink any alcohol, or too much.

Her best friend, Saki, on the other hand, planned to get shit-face drunk tonight because 'school was stressing her out.' Skimming the crowd quickly, she searched for her. Saki tended to get quite trusting when she was drunk, which had turned out bad on most occasions. Pushing past the dumb intoxicated college kids, she reached the kitchen just in time to grab the random drink that Saki was just about to throw back.

"No no, give it to me," grabbing her by her reddened cheeks, she tried to talk sense into her, "do not drink anything I did not give to you, how'd you even slip away from me that quickly?"
This was of course, futile. Dragging her into an empty corner, one which was not occupied by some horny couple practically fucking, Ameera sat her down to give her some water.

While Saki was drinking, Ameera checked her phone, again to see if Aarav had texted back. It had been about 4 hours since and for him to not reply was unusual as he had never taken more than a few seconds to reply to her.

"Oo, are you texting one of your lover boys, huh?" Saki teased her playfully, seemingly not as drunk as before.

"I do not have any 'lover boys', Saki. You know I don't do commitment."

"So why have you been checking your phone since we got here?"

Ameera furrowed her eyebrows before flicking a finger on her forehead, "You're drunk, so you're seeing stuff. It's time for you to get home before you worry your mom sick."

After Ameera had dropped the drunk off at her home with 'thank yous' from Saki's mother, her ride home was filled with a calm silence, the night breeze whizzing through the rolled-down windows. With her night routine and checking up on her grandmother finished, she went to curl up into her large blanket and checked her phone for what she promised herself was the last time.

Her eyes lit up when she saw that the man that her head had unknowingly been on had texted her back, not bothering to read the hundred or so other messages she had.

Av: sorry for the late reply, i was busy. can i call?

Am: sure!

Was I ever this eager to talk to a guy? She thought to herself but answered the phone without an ounce of hesitation nonetheless.

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Aarav let out a big sigh at the sound of her voice, leaning forward on the balcony of his guest room. The conversation dragged on comfortably, so he reminded her of the pool party that was to be held at his house.

"Yeah," she hummed, "I remembered. It's getting late, I'll talk to you tomorrow, bye!"

As soon as the call ended, he glanced down at the hard-on that he had somehow gotten from only the sound of her voice.

Not again.