Your fabricated lie

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Adi stood against the door frame. I swear, he looked way too hot in his white tees. I wanted to invite him in but couldn't as that might be dangerous for both of us.

For a while it was just us staring at each other and that conversation was more effective than any other talks. "Let's do some 'we shouldn't be doing this' things. What say?" he posed.

It took more than a minute for me to process it. "Is that the question you ask after getti – " Before I got to complete, he pulled me closer by grabbing my neck and kissed me leaving me in surprise. I let my eyes fall shut to cherish every moment.

He walked against me and I moved back until my back hit the wall. Resting his one hand on the wall and the other behind my head to make sure my head doesn't hit the wall, he continued kissing me. We stopped for a second and dived into the eyes of others. Our chests were moving aggressively depicting our state of breathlessness. 

"Kiss me…" I asked for it. A small smirk of satisfaction escaped from the corner of his lips. He slowly slid his arms down, taking my palms into his. After laying a gentle kiss on the back of my hand, "Which way?" he asked.

I looked across the hall and his eyes followed mine. Now he knows where to go!

We walked all the way from hall to bedroom while kissing to the point where our hands were tangled in each other's hair. My eyes were closed and he was leading me. Yet there wasn't a single time I bumped into things.

I started splitting every second into fractions to make this moment mine.

Not gonna lie. Though I was living my best moments, those wild and breathless kisses brought on a heartfelt guilt. I tried my best to snap out of the guilt and guess I succeeded. It's not because I was focusing on Adi but because his kiss made me forget all worldly facts and pleasures.

At this moment, I was only thriving to be his.

The long erotic kiss was long enough that we are now sharing our breaths. He opened the door and gently pushed me onto the bed while I pulled him against me gripping his tee.

We continued kissing and I broke it not knowing why I did so. Adi looked at me with eyes full of love and lust — I swear, those eyes undressed me and swallowed every part of me already.

He was so ready to take off his tee and again I stopped him not knowing why I did so. I was holding onto his shirt when it was halfway.

…And now I have his abs in front of me.

Licking my dry lips, "Adi…" I said, panting heavily. "I just wanted us to sleep together. Just sleep. Nothing more," I was still holding onto his tee.

When he was pulling it down, "That doesn't mean I want you to be dressed," I whispered very subtly but not subtle enough for his ears to ignore it.

"Decide your stance baby," he said. That poor white tee was still halfway. When I was still not sure about the answer, he took it off and I inhaled sharply.

Damn! This man is fine art!

Not taking my eyes off of his half naked body, "This will be the end of me I guess!" I was completely into him.

Aditya crawled towards me blocking me with his arms on either side. My body was barely balancing with the support from my elbows. Slowly sliding his arm beneath my clothing, "Same goes for me," he said, pressing his forehead against mine.

Holding the buckle of my bra, his eyes begged for my consent. "May I?"

I shook my head gently because I didn't want to rush. Taking things slowly will allow me to organize my thoughts. Moreover, one shouldn't rush something they want to last forever. This wait… This tease… This thirst…  and our bodies craving it yet neither of us giving is what I liked the most out of all.

Removing his hand, he bounced to the other side and laid down adjusting the pillow. Tapping the empty space by his side, "Come," he said.

"Um, you carry on. I need to have a glass of water," I wanted to leave as my brain demanded for a break. When I was rising, he pulled me and filled me in the empty space by his side. His skin was touching mine which was quite new for my body.

"I know you need a break but trust me, I am not gonna do things you don't want me to," he gave me the assurance I needed.

My head was on his shoulder and I badly wanted to place my palm on his chest because there was no other place to put it. Nevertheless, I could not do it. That floating palm in the air and my firm body could tell how uncomfortable I was.

"Relax," he said, putting my palm on his chest. Now, I am touching his pecs. I can't take my eyes off his magnificent body and unknowingly I start caressing it.

I looked at him and said, "You are constantly making it hard for me to behave when I am with you, Mr. Vikramaditya".

"There is no shame in being hungry for another person!" he left me in awe. I shied away, closing my eyes and hugging him a bit tightly.

Finally, I am comfortable.

Here he is! The man of my incomplete chapter which I am dying to proceed with.

There is this extraordinary part of every book which both, the reader as well as the writer are unable to let go of. Me being the main lead of my story, if I'd to choose that one extraordinary part, this is it!

Him. Me. Us!

Adi is probably that character I never intended to have but stole the main lead. Now this guy by my side is not only asking for a role in this chapter but demanding the main lead role in my whole book.

…And I am more than ready to give it all to him!