HOW TO PLAY A PLAYER ミ☆ VARUN DHAWAN.

ミ★ Chapter Four.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ How To Play A Player.
❝ CHAPTER FOUR. ❞

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Jump? No way. Alia frowned at him, shaking her head, knowingly. Varun only sighed before rubbing small circles onto her thighs with his palms, "C'mon, it's simple. Just wrap them around my waist, Alu." He explained, as he continued to rub her upper legs, enjoying the feeling of her tender, soft skin against his fingertips.

Oh God, his touch is driving my body insane! I need Holy Water.

Varun snaked his hands around the back of her thighs, holding onto them from behind. "Ready?" He asked, to which Alia responded with a hesitant nod, chewing at her bottom lip.

Three, two, one . . . Jump!

Alia let out a squeak when she felt Varun's palms squeeze her thighs as he caught her midair. "Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!" She wriggled in his grip, "I'm going to fall, you idiot."

"Alu!" Varun glared at her intensely, "Chill out, I won't drop you." Alia glared back before wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, snuggling her head into his chest.

Varun sighed, carrying Alia over to the kitchen counter before setting her down on the marble surface. "Theek hai, I won't carry you." He said in an exasperated tone, as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

Puppy dog eyes, to be exact.

Varun smiled looking at Alia's cute expression, leaning down slightly to reach her level. "I won't let you fall, you idiot. Kabhi nahi. Samjhe?" Alia nodded in response.

Varun stared at her for a moment, and there was something about his gaze that caught Alia's attention. Something that looked like hesitation floating in a pool of lust? He leaned in again, kissing her with a higher level of intensity. Much higher than earlier, for sure.

"Come on, Alu." He said, between short kisses. "Show me what you got."

Oh, right! Alia realised that she had been sitting on the kitchen counter motionless, too busy drowning in the thoughts of the mysterious look in Varun's eyes. Processing the current scene, she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, before kissing him back; very intensely.

At least, that's what Alia thought.

"Cute." Varun chuckled, breaking the kiss. "Don't try so hard, just relax." He spoke in a gentle tone. "Keep your lip movements natural, remember not to overthink. Just do what you want, it's much more fun that way." He winked before leaning down to plant kisses at her neck.

Alia gripped onto his shoulders, her body stiffening at his touch, "What am I supposed to do now?" She asked, digging her fingernails deeper into his bare shoulders.

"Like I said," Varun smirked, "Don't overthink, just do what you want . . . Whatever feels right."

Just as Alia is about to raise another question, she feels Varun's hand travel up her flimsy shirt. "Varun!" She gasped when he cupped her left breast, stroking his thumb back and forth against the exposed skin above the lace of her bra.

"Hush, Alu." He whispered, sending shivers down her spine. "Shaant ho jao." His fingers began caressing patterns at the skin of her waist now, his other arm wrapping around her body securely as he lifted her up from the counter, pressing her body into his own. The material of Alia's shirt was extremely thin, she was positive that Varun could feel her heart racing against the bare skin of his chest. 

"Ab kya?" She mumbled against the crook of his neck.

Instead of replying with words, Varun lowered his head and attached his lips onto her jawline. Her head fell backwards in response to his action. Varun smirked, taking the movement to his advantage. Alia's lips parted in a content sigh as his teeth nibbled at her neck, butterflies erupting in the pit of her stomach. She felt like a fool, not knowing how to please him back.

Alia tried her best to imitate Varun's actions, moving her own lips to plant short kisses down from his jaw to his neck. "Arey," Varun smirked, his free hand running through her hair before he gently tugged, so their eyes met.

Alia looked at him in confusion, but his smirk only widened and within seconds his nose was brushing against her neck again. Only this time Varun began to scatter open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. The movement of his lips soon became rough as his teeth tugged at her skin harshly, yet the feeling remained pleasurable. A tingling sensation took over Alia's body and a sound of pleasure bubbled in her throat.

"You like that, babygirl?" Varun looked up at Alia with a smug grin.

His free hand moved to the rim of her shirt, before he pulled it over her head. He ran his lips over her milky chest hungrily, and once he reached the curve of Alia's chest, he started sucking. Despite the fact that she was still wearing a bra, and Varun was only working at the skin above her breast, the feeling still made her cry out in pleasure. The fluttery feeling in her stomach increased as his other hand slipped into her shorts, fingers hooking at the waistband.

"Varun . . ." Alia quietly moaned his name, his teeth grazing at her earlobe in a teasing manner.

"Yes, Alu?" He mimicked the quiet tone, kissing her rosy cheek.

"Varun —" Alia paused, "Don't stop."

Varun grinned, "As you wish." He continued to pepper kisses to her milky skin, occasionally swiping his tongue at her collarbone or biting the flesh of her neck. And damn, it felt good . . . Really good.