OUT OF CONTROL (18+)

5 || Out of Control

I rolled out my mat, wearing nothing but my hot yoga pants and a sports bra, ready to stretch out the tension from last night. The whole scene with Sourabh kept replaying in my head like a fucking broken record. As much as I wanted to act like it didn't matter, I couldn't shake the image of his naked body from my mind.

But my mind had other plans. The image of Sourabh's naked body from last night was stuck in my head like some twisted nightmare. As much as I hated to admit it, the guy was infuriatingly fine. And that cock... fuck, it was burned into my brain. 

Sourabh was a pain in my ass, and I knew he was the type to plot revenge. I'd fucked him over by getting his girlfriend kicked out, and now I was bracing myself for the comeback. But hey, I had a little insurance. Aunt Sheila wouldn't take it well if she found out her son was wasting his time jerking off to porn instead of studying.

So if he tried something stupid, I'd have the perfect leverage to keep him in line.

I positioned myself in tree pose, focusing on a dot on the wall. Yoga was supposed to be relaxing, right? Center yourself, find your peace. But that was a fucking joke. As I bent down for surya namaskar, I felt a presence way too close. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Sourabh. Naked. Just fucking naked.

"What the actual fuck?" I gasped, my eyes widening as I tried to process what I was seeing.

He stepped closer, his body radiating heat. I took a step back, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "Seriously, are you out of your mind? Do you not own any clothes, or are you just shameless?"

"This is my house. I wear what I want. And if I want to wear nothing, then I fucking will," he replied, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Thought you'd be smarter after last night," I shot back, trying to sound threatening. "But no, you're just begging for me to rat you out to Aunt Sheila."

Before I could get another word out, he closed the distance between us. My breath hitched as his body heat enveloped me. He wasn't touching me yet, but I could feel the warmth of his skin like a live wire against mine.

His fingers brushed my arm, sending a shiver through me. "Aunt Sheila isn't here right now, I am. And she won't be back till late in the evening. So your threats are all good but what are you going to do right now, huh?" The touch was light, almost teasing, and I couldn't help but tremble. His smirk said it all—he knew exactly how much he was affecting me.

"You're attracted to me, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice low and sultry, like he was daring me to deny it. I nearly melted right there. The fact that he was completely naked only made it worse.

"I-I am not," I stuttered, as his fingers trailed up my arm and then to my neck. His touch was electrifying, making me want to scream and moan at the same time.

"Are you sure about that?" he taunted, his breath hot against my skin. He leaned in, his lips almost brushing the base of my throat.

My heart was racing so fast I thought it might burst. "What are you doing, Sourabh?" I managed to croak, feeling his nose graze my skin.

"Nothing... just experimenting..." His lips barely touched my throat, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped my lips.

"You're enjoying this," he stated, his voice a mix of triumph and challenge.

"No, no! I-I am not!" I protested weakly, but it was a half-assed attempt. My hands rested on his chest, not pushing him away, just feeling the solid muscle beneath my fingers.

"Then why aren't you pushing me away?" he demanded, his voice a mix of challenge and seduction. His kisses continued, trailing around my neck, and his hands slid to my waist, pinning me against the wall. I tried to push him off, but it was a half-hearted effort. The truth was, I was out of control.

This wasn't right. He was my best friend. But what was I supposed to do when he was making me feel this way? When he was making me feel so fucking good?

"Are you trying to seduce me?" I blurted out, regretting it instantly. His eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made me shiver.

He took a step back, giving me a full view of his body. My gaze traveled down, over his broad chest, down to his chiseled abs, and lower. He was hard, and it was all because of me. The thought made my insides twist with need.

"You won't say a word to Mom," he said, his voice a commanding growl. His fingers snapped in front of my face, pulling me from my daze.

I nodded absentmindedly, still mesmerised by the sight of him. And then, just like that, he was gone, disappearing behind the door, leaving me breathless and shaking.

I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath. My heart was pounding, and I couldn't stop my hands from trembling. Just when I thought I had control, his voice came back to haunt me.

"With the little amount of clothes you wear, one would think you're the one trying to seduce me." His voice was low and taunting, and before I could even respond, he was out the door again.

The slamming of the door echoed in the room, mixing with the pounding of my heartbeat. It was so fucking wrong, but damn it, it felt so good.

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Yes, yes, very out of control indeed. 

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