Transgressions (Arshi Shorts)

Hot Chocolate (HoH) 18+

🎶 Lust For Life - Lana Del Rey

This is a continuation of  Head over Heals Chapter 25.

18+ Mature Audience Only

The plates were cleared and the dessert was served; the server announced the name with a flourish that she couldn't quite pronounce, and placed containers of melted chocolate and honey next to it.

Khushi dug in and moaned, it was the most delicious chocolate mousse she had ever had. With wide eyes she pointed wordlessly to his plate and urged Arnav-ji to try.

He chuckled low and relented, pouring honey over his instead of the chocolate sauce. They ate in silence while Khushi devoured her treat.

"This almost doesn't make me miss Jalebis," said Khushi happily. "I should look up the recipe and try it, Babu-ji will appreciate—oh shoot—"

In her enthusiasm, she missed her aim with the spoon, and the chocolate sauce dribbled down to her chin. Groaning inwardly, she wiped at the mess with her finger.

"You know...," said Arnav-ji leaning back on his seat, watching her. "I was planning to go easy on you after last night, but you seem to leave me no choice."

Khushi glanced at Arnav-ji in confusion, sucking on her thumb. In one fluid motion, he pushed his plate away. It slid to the other end of the table as he got to his feet and pulled Khushi into his arms.

The water splashed up to their knees as Arnav-ji kissed her, his hand placed firmly on the base of her neck. Her spine arched as her fingers clenched tightly in his shirt, a swarm of butterflies erupting in the pit of her stomach.

Breaking the kiss with a low grunt, he pushed her down onto the table until her back lay flat on the top. She panted with wide eyes. "W-what are you doing?! The servers will be back!"

"Good point," he said, smirking. Not taking his eyes off her, he sent a text to Frida via Siri; We're done for the night.

"Now...about that recipe, what do you think is the main ingredient?"

Khushi, despite her hyperventilating, managed to stare back at him in utter confusion. Since when had Arnav-ji taken an interest in cooking?

"What—"

Arnav-ji tutted. "I ask the questions, Khushi," he said huskily, his gaze darkening as he flipped the top most button of her gown open.

"Hmm...sugar," whispered Khushi as her eyes fluttered close.

"Correct," he murmured, his fingers running down the valley between hers breasts, the rest of the buttons came undone. He stopped as he reached her stomach.

"And can I have sugar?"

"N-no...," she said softly, biting back a moan as he flicked the fabric aside.

"Ah, how convenient," murmured Arnav-ji, unclasping her front closure bra. Her peaks hardened despite the heat as he brushed the pad of his thumb against her bud.

"Hmm...this needs tending to."

She wasn't sure what he was attempting to do, but her questions died in her throat as her eyes sprang open. Arnav-ji poured the melted chocolate on her aching mounds. The liquid wasn't hot enough to burn but it seared enough to invoke a gasp.

"Oops, too hot? Let me take care of that."

Khushi's hands fisted in his hair as his lips closed on her nipple, sucking on it while he gently kneaded her breasts.

"What other ingredients do you think are needed to prepare a mousse?" he murmured between each flick of his tongue.

Khushi's breath hitched when his hand slowly slid up her thigh, bunching her gown down to her waist. He teethed her bud when she didn't respond.