Bound By Love:Ishman Oneshot Collection

How Shubman Realised He Loves Ishan! (Part-1)

Girls were an easy prize for someone as handsome as Shubman Gill.

Ordinarily, they come to him; he was irresistible with his sleek black hair and a gaze that reflects determination in his striking brown eyes. His well-built physique complements his elegant and composed demeanor, making him not just a cricket standout but a style icon as well.

Some times, the he approached the girls and yet the result was the same: they would end up clustered inside one of the cozy corner of party, or in the hotel, or his arms thrown about each other and mouths locked, kissing shamelessly.

Despite his natural luck with girls, he wasn't interested in forming any permanent relationship. For him, there was no fun in limiting himself to one girl and cutting ties with others. Freedom was his spring for entertainment, the fundamental idea of the life.He'd be damned if he allowed it to wane because of one silly commitment.

But he doesn't mind the attention he receives at all,Girls chanting his name,big posters in stadium,thousands fan page, marry me proposals.

He liked girls. He really liked girls.

-"Hey, you're stepping on my foot!"- The girl he'd kissing at the moment complained.

-"Sorry, er-"- Shubman replied, shifting and pulling back slightly. There was one drawback in kissing in the party.

Wait, what was her name again?

There was no need for him to remember or apologize to the girl because her mouth was on his again, hard and demanding. Shubman breathed through his nose and closed his eyes as he pressed himself against her form, pushing her against the wall and locking her in place while they kissing.

Dresses began to fall as the kiss heated, filling the small room with desperate pants and breathless moans. The girl was bold; she had her painted nails digging the skin of his neck, forcing his mouth into hers further as she steadily unfastened his shirt, two buttons at a time. It turned him on, her deftness and nerve, and he gladly invaded her cavity with his tongue, moaning inside when her soft fingers touched the skin of his chest.

He hadn't realized that he was already shirtless, exposing his well-built torso and the bush of chest hair that so many girls swooned over. Whoever this chick was, she was quick too.

He's starting to like this girl. If only he could remember her name...

A yelp of surprise escaped his busy lips when she fisted a hand on the thin hairs of his chest to yank him against her curvaceous body.

Gosh, she's rough too. She's starting to be a treasure. At least he knows she's an influencer. That's something, isn't it? She looked younger than him too.

As she thoroughly fondled his chest with her smooth hands, she kept chafing her upper body against him hysterically, begging for Shubman to undress her. He complied, of course, starting from the blouse until she was only wearing her inner garments. Her bra was a fuchsia shade of pink that easily came off as well, allowing Shubmam to cup her breasts in his palms and causing her to shiver and moan lustily in his mouth.

He really liked girls. They were soft and supple...

And hard. Rugged. Flat.

Flat?

Shubmam shook his head, focusing on his affectionate ministrations on the girl's bosom, ultimately causing her to break the kiss. She was moaning louder now, head tossed back and long hair dangling. Shubman's lips had to be occupied though, or they get bored, so he aimed for her neck and started sucking the skin, climbing up to her-