Best Friends and Cousins? (An Indian Love Story)

Chapter 12

He leads me out and pushes me against the wall of our room, smirking.

A/N: MATURE CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. SKIP TO NEXT CHAPTER IS ADVISED. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A SMOL BEAN.

"I see you've forgiven one of your closest friends." He says.

"I see you have been forgiven by the very same person." I look up at him, without turning my face up.

"Don't look at me like that, babygirl." He growls, gripping my waist. "It puts me in a very compromising situation."

"Is, that so? Tell me, baby boy. Tell me what,else puts you in a compromising situation." I lean forward.

"How about I show you? Lets you understand better right?" He pulls me closer by the waist and backs me up against the wall so that I am completely sandwiched between him and the wall.

Leaning towards me, Nikhil whispers in my ear, his breath fanning my neck. "Babygirl, do I have the permission to do whatever I want to do to you today?"

"As long as it is not some weird stuff like choking, you have the permission to do anything to me, sugar." I whisper back, nibbling on his ear.

"Deal."

He plants his lips on mine and pulls me further into himself. As I take control and deepen the kiss, I feel something hardening against my legs.

"Well well, someone's eager." I tease as we part for air.

"Only for you, babygirl." He pants raspily, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes as he looks down at me.

His voice is enough to make me want him more than ever. I slip my hands under his shirt and run my fingers over his entire torso, from his chest to his waistband.

He slips his hands behind me, into my shirt, and just rests them there while also holding me in place. His fingers cold against my back, nuzzling my neck, Nikhil slowly moves towards my collarbone. My head tilts itself, almost as if it knows what to do and I don't, to expose more sensitive skin.

Nikhil picks me up and I wrap both my legs around his waist, holding onto his neck and kissing him hard. Pushing me against the wall, he pins my hands above my head with one hand as he grinds into me. His other hand slips back into my shirt and I feel a pressure lift off my chest as my bra appears at my waistband. I push him away slightly to take his shirt off, breathing a little heavily from all the sensations. As I throw his shirt somewhere on the floor, along with my bra, I realise that his head is stuck.

Following his gaze, I see the twins are practically hanging out of my shirt. "Eyes up, sugar."

He cuts me off and stares back into my eyes, a rouge burning up his cheeks. His pupils are dilated and his usually light brown irises are a dark brown. He moves his torso closer, completely pressing up against me, restricting any kind of movement that I would want to try. I never knew a few minutes of making out could make me so breathless. I wonder how it would feel when- CUT IT OUT! ENJOY THE PRESENT! THERE'S A REASON IT'S CALLED THE PRESENT, YOU DIPSHIT!

I let out a soft moan as his hands expertly knead the twins in the small space that is between us. I snake my arms under his shoulders and run my fingertips all over his back. I can feel the tension unknot in his back as it builds up in my stomach. My breath hitches every time he grazes over the buds and I can feel him smirking against my lips.

As he carries me to the bed, I feel my chest rubbing against his, the friction turning me on more than anything. My breathing quickens and Nikhil notices it, making sure to bounce a little everytime to add that extra friction. Laying me on the bed, he pushes the hem of my shirt up to expose my stomach. I gasp as he pinches the buds on the twins with his cold fingers, while placing butterfly kisses all over my stomach at the same time. Knotting my fingers into his hair I start massaging his scalp, not knowing what else to do with the building pressure. He moans, and the vibrations go strainght downstairs.

Nikhil stops, right at the waist band of my khakhis. He looks up at me smirking. There he goes with his permissions. I nod slightly, but am surprised to see him just nip at the skin above the waist band and get up.

He walks to where our clothes are and throws my bra backk to me. I grab a pillow and throw it at him.

"Hey! What was that for!"

"What was that for? What was that- I have no clue what to do with you!"

He gives me that annoyingly boyish smirk that makes me weak at the knees. Every. Damn. Time.

I pretend not to notice his muscles flexing as he deliberately turns to put on his shirt. It's only going to inflate his ego to the size of the moon. Don't react the way he wants you to. Don't.

I grab the front of his shirt and make him face me. "Whoa whoa whoa! You never told me you worked out, woman!"

"THAT IS NOT THE POINT!" I flush. "My point is, you have the audacity to ask me to permit you everything, and then you don't finish what you started, leaving me hanging and not knowing what to do with myself!"

He chuckles and pulls me closer. "Don't you dare laugh, you dipshit!" I push him off and head back to the bed, not intending to get out until he finishes what he started. He catches me midway and lifts me onto his shoulder, before sitting on the bed and making me sit in his lap.

Sliding his hands into my shirt and running his hands over my stomach, he nuzzles my neck from behind and my head automatically tilts.

"Princess, I asked you for permission the entire day. We haven't even had lunch yet. The day isn't done. Actually, I would prefer it more quite so that I can do it my way, and you'll be loving it." I moan as the vibrations travel south and swat his arm, trying to get out of his grip.

"Princess, don't be so stubborn. You have just experienced the teaser. This is not even the trailer." I gasp. If the teaser is making me this breathless, I wonder how the movie is going to be. I smirk to myself and jerk back. We both fall nack onto the bed and I roll out of his grasp. Nikhil rolls onto his other side. I notice that he is not moving and immediately go over to him.

"Baby? Are you okay?" I ask, trying to turn his face to me. As I notice his shoulders shake, my questioning becomes more frantic but he just doesn't reply.

After 2 more minutes of "Nikhil, are you okay"s and "Baby boy, reply to me"s, he finally lifts his face up, red. It is only then that I realise he was laughing and I grab a pillow and smack him with it again. He grabs me by my waist and pulls me down with him, spooning me. I turn around a few minutes later and we are cuddling.

"Seriously, Nikhil, I swear to gods, if you don't finish what you started-" I am cut off as he kisses me. "Don't worry princess. A normal cold shower wouldn't relieve me of the normal damage you do to me. I highly doubt a long one would repair a damage this huge." It is only then that I realise he is still hard. And me? I'm still wet.

A/N: SORRY FOR THAT! It was my first attempt. Pleasr let me know if you have any suggestions. I'm willing to edit this one. 

Quick question: Do y'all feel normal while you are reading ^ kinda shit(a.k.a. smut, lemon, etc.), but just melt into a puddle when a couple is being normally cute (alias fluff) or is it just me?

Lemme know in the comments section below.