Fugitive Heat

Unravelling

This is, as clearly mentioned, an R-rated novel.

It took a lot of guts to post this. I've had crazy fantasies. This story has more-or-less, most of them. My favourtie steamy writer- KanyeInterruptedMe (I've seriously read each and every book.)

Hence, the dedication. 

Please, dont go further ahead because it contains mature content, which includes profanities as well as steamy scenes. 

You must be above a certain age, I say 18, but again, it depends on each one's maturity. If you think you can handle it, go ahead, but please don't comment saying that the content is 'vulgar'. 

Don't say I didn't warn you.

The strictness left aside, I hope you enjoy ;)

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She’s squashed to my side as we make our way through her ‘friends’ party. She gazes up at me with a look of lust, her cherry red lips almost begging for my attention, “Ayaan, I think I like this shirt on you. Blue is definitely your colour.” ‘Well, you picked it out for me’, I thought sardonically, of course you’d like it. I supressed the blooming thought and instead cracked a smile and let the comment slide and looked down at her cleavege that was thrusted upwards thanks to the lacey push-up's. The lacey, black, skimpy... 'Fuck, control your thoughts.' My subconscious said as I felt a little member rise.

I was distracted by an awful high-pitched voice, “Niks! It’s been so long babe! I missed you so much.” A tall skimpy clothed girl and came a wrung her stick arms around my bony girlfriend. Did these girls get fat at all?

“Who’s the hottie you’re hiding here?” Said the same voice. I did a quick do over, not too bad- straight black hair cascading down her shoulder and tan skin was revealed in all the right places, not leaving much to the imagination, her face carried a tinge of pink, showing the alcohol that effectively numbed her senses, or perhaps it was the rouge. Although, judging by the red cup in her hand, I was convinced that it was the alcohol. 

“Arya, this is Ayaan, my boyfriend” Nikhila said curtly, “We’ve been together for two weeks.” I added quickly, not wanting Arya to think I was engrossed with my relationship with Nikhila.

'Plenty of fish in the sea', I thought to myself. Arya licked her lips suggestively and let her eyes saunter over my body another time, I just stood there and smirked while Nikhila tightened her hold on my waist. Getting possessive are we?

“Let’s get you guys something to drink now, follow me.” Arya sashayed her way in front of us and my gaze never left her behind. Nikhila, probably noticing this, pulled my hand so that it cupped her behind and looked up at me, gazing for a couple of seconds, even calculating the repecussions. She was never the one for morals, though- Always making a statement. She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my head down for a kiss. I complied, as always.

Her red lips took charge of the kiss, as always. She took it as her own rhythm, as always. Explored every inch of my mouth, as always, and abruptly pulled away, leaving me wanting more, as always. He ruby lipstick had now been smeared slightly. I contemplated taking it off but then again, she was a tease. 

Just as she was about to walk away, I pulled her back flush against my little member, just to remind her how much I yearned for her body. She let out a moan and wiggled her sinful ass against me, slowly and painfully. I grunted and thrusted harder into her. 

A voice cleared and Arya stood there with two drinks in her hand, “Here you go.” She handed them over, nodded and walked away, the previous swagger evaporated. 

“Well, she seemed pissed” Nikhila said smiling.

“Because she saw what you wanted her to see.”

“What would that be, Ayaan?”  She said with a smirk plastered on her pretty lips.

“Just how much you turn me on.” She let out a little giggle and plonked herself on my lap. I groaned softly and she seemed oblivious to my feelings, until of course she drew my hand and placed it on her breast and squeezed through my hand.

“Nikhila, there are people around us.” I whispered, “Now is not the time of this.”

“You didn’t seem to mind when I kissed you.” 

“I don’t mind now either, but just not when there are people gawking at me pleasuring you.” 

“Meet me inside the girls washroom in 5 minutes.”

“Nikhila, no-” It was too late, she walked away and turned around and sent a little wink in my direction. I couldn’t leave her and my 'little man' was far too excited to be left unattended. I drowned my drink and looked around and say Arya grind against a boy I surely didn’t know. By the looks of it he seemed to enjoy. What if I got a piece of that? Nikhila would probably kill me.

It seemed to be as if five torturous minutes had gone by so I rose from my chair and made my way to the bathroom, expectantly.

The second stall had a pair of pink panties around the door knob. I smirked and opened the door to find Nikhila naked and panting. I shut the door and locked us both in and waited for her to make the first move.

She reached forward and pulled my lips to hers and sucked softly. I didn’t want to ‘make love’. I needed to fuck her, hard. So I kissed her harder and roughly pulled her against me. She didn’t seem to mind. 

She pulled away and I moved my kisses southward down her neck. I nipped at the skin behind her neck and she let out a soft moan.

I latched my mouth on the tip of her mounds that begged for my attention and sucked. She bucked her hips against mine and held my head there.

I bit down hard because she thrust her breasts in my face. When I was in charge, it was my pace. She moaned and let me handle it. I gazed up at her as I devoured her tits, and she looked lusty and brazen, the combination I loved. 

She undid the buttons of my shirt and peeled my shirt of and rocked her naked hips agains my jean clad ones. As it bit down gently on her breast she let out a strangled moan. Shit, she was too loud.

As I moved my mouth to her glistening core and latched on to her pink nub, she screamed. I thrust a finger into her mouth, to keep her screams at bay, and she diligently sucked. That turned me on to no end.

I didn’t have to put in much effort to make her come. She was soaked already and her own slender fingers were massaging herself, to amplify her senses.

With a couple of flicks of my tongue, she unravelled.