..Out of the Blue ..💙

28. A hickey

Monica's POV

I don't know what I was doing, but I was ready to give her everything she craved. The drive was so strong—what is this? Zoya is a woman, but still... My thoughts were interrupted as she flicked her tongue more roughly into my mouth. She's a good kisser. Her hands roamed my body, landing on my ass again.

"You like my butt that much?" I whispered.

"Just as much as you like my boobs," she replied.

I smiled hearing her response. She wasn't wrong—I had always found her chest attractive. Even on the dance floor, it always captured my attention. They were just perfect, and I liked perfection.

I lifted her with ease. She was all wrapped up around my waist, our mouths refusing to part. She seemed weightless, or maybe I was just strong. Either way, I threw her onto my bed. She had a t-shirt on, and I slowly sneaked my hands under it, kissing her. Soon enough, my hands came in contact with her breasts. I squeezed them, and she moaned.

I attacked her neck, biting and leaving marks. She groaned, my hand still on her breasts, fondling them. They were so round and perfect. Rising up, I removed her t-shirt. She raised her hands, helping me. Then she reached to remove mine, but I pinned her down.

"Don't even try," I commanded.

A small frown appeared on her face, indicating her displeasure.

"You asked to be fucked, and you're getting fucked," I said before kissing her again. This time, my hand went behind her back, unhooking her bra. Trust me, I've seen many girls naked or topless, but for a moment, I was stunned. I'd never felt so aroused seeing someone's chest—that too, a woman's. Her nipples were dark and already stiff.

I glanced at her before taking one into my mouth. She screamed. I bit her tip, making eye contact. Shy or overwhelmed with pleasure, she closed her eyes and bit her lip to suppress a moan. She was so hot. I continued kissing her breasts, each kiss making her squirm. I liked her sounds. Even though I made noises too, I never found my own sounds sexy—even Rishi always appreciated them, but it never mattered to me. And the way men groan? Ugh, disgusting. Rishi never groaned much, which was a relief.

But I never thought I'd be fucking a girl and loving the sounds she made.

I kissed down to her stomach; her breaths were heavy. She was wearing a skirt. Slowly, I undid the zipper. She was eyeing me cautiously, nervous but too excited to say anything or hold back. Our eyes were locked in intense contact—it scared me and made me lose control.

I started pulling down her skirt.

"Lift your ass up," I instructed.

She instantly obeyed, albeit with a tinge of shyness. Soon, her skirt was gone, leaving her in just underwear. God, she was stunning. I ran my hands along her thighs; they were soft and thick.

Unable to hold myself, I bit her thigh. She flinched and shook. I trailed kisses all over her thighs, slowly moving closer to her opening. I could smell her arousal. I used to think it would be disgusting, but now I didn't. I found it alluring—a turn-on.

I kissed over her panties. She was shocked and tried to close her legs. I caught her thighs and placed them over my shoulders. Gripping the waistband, I slid her panties down and tossed them aside. Her breathing was heavy.

"Monica, I... I... You don't have to," she stammered.

"Why? You don't like it?" I asked before placing my tongue on her clit.

"Fuck!" she gasped.

I smirked. So this works. She was wet, and I liked it. I flicked my tongue a little.