19. Mihir
MIHIR
S ona promptly hijacked the dessert in her lap. I had to plead and threaten to sneak a bite.
“This cake definitely involves some sorcery,” I declared. “I don’t care for sweets, and I can’t seem to stop myself.”
“It’s the chocolate,” she said between bites. “It’s high quality. Also, the vanilla is really good. You can actually smell it at the back of your mouth, at your throat. I might be an average cook, but I’m an excellent baker.”
I snuck in for another small forkful. This time, she didn’t resist and instead moved her fork out of the way for mine.
“What’s your favorite thing to bake?” I asked, expecting her to say chocolate cake.
“I think that has to be my Ammachi’s plum cake that I make for Christmas every year. Every family has its recipe, but Ammachi’s is the best, and mine is the closest to hers. I’m extremely proud of that. Do you cook?”
“A little. You don’t grow up with my mom and not learn a thing or two in the kitchen. You’ve tasted my cooking, you know.”
She looked at me. “When?”
“The same place I tasted yours, which was very impressive, by the way.”
She dismissed the double entendre to compliment my talent in cooking instead.
“No!” She gasped. “Did you really make those casseroles?”
With only a smug look, I reached for another bite of the cake.
“Darn it! Is there anything you can’t do?”
“What can I say? I am that good.”
“And oh so humble!” she teased.
We had polished off almost half the cake when she said, “Ugh, I can’t eat anymore, but I want to. It’s so good!”
“We can finish the rest tomorrow,” I said, grabbing the box she pushed toward me.
“We’ll have to!” she said with widened eyes. “It’ll be a crime to throw it away.”
I kissed her cheek and got off the bed to put the box in the refrigerator. When I returned, my phone buzzed with another call. This time from Oliver, another associate at my company.
“I need to take this, babe. Is that alright?” She nodded, and I placed a kiss on her cheek.
But the moment I answered the phone, she jumped off the bed and landed before me.
“Yes, Ollie?” I said, raising my brows at Sona as Oliver’s voice reached my ear.
“Is this a good time?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, and he began giving me updates on the company that had just hired us.
Sona kissed her finger and brought it to my lips. “Are you ready to receive , Cowboy?” she whispered.
Then, without warning, she pulled down my pants and briefs and pushed me down to the bed. I flopped, and the clothing pooled inelegantly around my ankles. An embarrassing gasp escaped my mouth.
Thankfully, Ollie was too busy rattling off the details to notice the shift in my demeanor. I considered putting myself on mute, but that would be unprofessional. Absolutely unlike me.
I soldiered on while Sona slipped to her knees and brushed her palm over my tender skin. I rose up to the occasion, fast and thick. She rubbed me until she got the desired result, then gripped me in her hand. Her long, slender fingers, painted in a matte nude, glided seductively along my cock. She locked her eyes with me, looking for a reaction in them. I gave her none, the same way she had denied me the pleasure of her moans. That irked her.
But I had anticipated her next move and prepared myself to avoid another faux pas of a gasp. The moment she brought her warm mouth on me, I let my abdomen take the tumble instead of my chest. It was the first time I had felt the pleasure of her soft, delightful tongue, only I couldn’t focus on it. Not entirely, at least.
I turned my attention back to Oliver’s voice. Years of practice had made me a highly efficient multitasker, a talent I counted on at this moment. I marshaled my brain cells toward Ollie as he recited some numbers.
“Right now, we should focus on retaining the current valuation of the company. I want details on all non-core assets and more strategies for attracting fresh capital,” I said to him before my mind turned back to the woman between my thighs.
I could feel every movement of Sona’s sweet mouth, her moist lips wreaking havoc, testing my endurance. I needed to borrow a few more seconds for myself.
“Alright, I’ll get Kim on it first thing tomorrow,” he said.
I felt Sona going further down my length, but I managed to deflect the sensations threatening to consume me. I fell back on the bed to make it difficult for her to torment me. She’d have to reset her stance, and that would give me a moment more.
“No, this is grunt work you can hand off to someone else,” I interjected bluntly, and Ollie took no offense. Everyone at my company was aware of my ways and a certain tone meant for business. “I want her on the Spurs account. Did you get a chance to look at it?”
“Yes,” he said and summarized his analyses for me, but my mind was struggling quite hard—with all the puns involved in that statement.
Sona was unrelenting. Propped up on her knees now, she brought her fingers to my hips, dug them in, and dragged them all the way down my thighs while her head bobbed up and down. Tighter, harder, faster. Fuck!
I grabbed at the only thing I could reach to slow her down—her hair. I slid my hand against her scalp and fisted her curls. But instead of deterring her, it worked to arouse her further. She let out a loud moan, which I prayed didn’t reach Oliver’s ears.
As my grip on her hair tightened, she brought both her hands to stroke me, and her mouth continued its torment.
“And I spoke to Patel yesterday. Everything is set up for the meeting when you return. I’ve emailed you everything,” he said, only I couldn’t reply. I struggled to redirect my thoughts.
“Give me a moment, Ollie,” I said and muted the microphone. “Fuck!” I growled at Sona.
My seductress grinned as I pulled myself up, kicked the clothes off my feet, and stepped away from her. A seductress she was—an evil one at that. She knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes off her, even as I walked toward the living area. She promptly removed her top, lay down on the bed, and gripped her nipples between her fingers, pinching them erect, circling the dark areolas around them. Her other hand traveled lazily from her chest over the abdomen right to her sleep shorts, rubbing the soft silk with her ridiculously seductive fingers.
I glared at her before turning away and returning to my phone call. I pretended I had taken the time to look at Oliver’s email and said, “Everything looks good. Let’s have an internal meeting before we talk to Patel though.”
“Sure thing. I’ll send out the calendar invites.”
“Thanks,” I said, eager to get off the call. I made sure to end it before I walked back to Sona.
She was curled up on the bed with giggles dancing around her eyes.
“That amuses you?” I glowered, only she wasn’t one to be threatened easily.
“Very much,” she said, slowly drawing up to sit, her glossy hair obediently following her every movement. “You thought I’d let you torture me but somehow let this moment slip?”
She got on her haunches and crawled to the edge of the bed where I stood. Her face was perfectly poised to resume what she had started.
I pushed my hand in her hair and fisted it, gently this time. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re trouble, Sona Thomas?”
“The kind you like?” she inquired with a cute tilt of her head.
“The kind I never expected,” I said and bent down to bite her earlobe as she giggled hard.
“But now,” I said with a growl in her ear, “you’re in trouble. Deep trouble.”
She was impish. “How deep?” she asked with a curve of her back and a seductive bite of her lower lip.
I pulled off my T-shirt and pounced on her. She shrieked with giggles again as I dug my teeth into her neck. I grabbed her silk-covered ass in my hand and squeezed. As I brought my hand to the front of her shorts, she gripped it fast and pulled it away.
“Don’t,” she panted. “I’m very sore right now.” She buried her shy face in my chest.
My dick rose in response, and I straddled her to kiss her hard. We tumbled and rolled around in the kiss until she put a hand on my chest.
“I might be sore, but I know what I want.”
I sat up resting my back against the bed as I watched her fingers graze along my chest down to my hips before she wrapped them around my cock. Locking her eyes with mine, she dipped her head and swallowed me, this time allowing me to enjoy both the sight and the sensation of the act. A loud hiss emanated in my mouth as my stomach tumbled, and I reached out to grab her breasts. The lush tits replete with my markings nestled in my palms. Her tongue stilled as she paused to relish the touch of my skin on her nipples.
“No stopping, babe.” I held her head down with one hand and with the other, pinched her nipple tight between my fingers. “I’m in receiving mode.” With a loud groan, she clamped her mouth tighter around me.
“Yes, let me see you render me undone,” I egged her on and she gripped my cock harder with her mouth. Her enthusiastic tongue swirled with expertise, stoking up flames in every tender nerve-ending. At the sound of her lapping up my precum, I thrust upward and hit the back of her throat. Worried that I had hurt her, I pulled back immediately, but she opened her mouth wide and swallowed me like I had only dreamed of. Sona was sucking me dry with her sexy fucking mouth, a sharp bow marking her pout.
“Shit,” I groaned and tapped her shoulder.
I lingered at the threshold but just outside it and she knew it. She put her mouth to work one last time, harder, and then pulled out in one swift motion as I erupted on her hand.
“Fuuuuck!” I yelled without inhibition. I was a goner and I wanted her to know it.
An hour later, she lay in my arms with her eyes closed as I played with her hair. When I kissed her forehead, I watched a smile blossom on her face. “Are you going to drift off to sleep, naked in my arms?”
She let her lips graze against my cheek. “Mmm, I’ve had a long day. I’m drowsy drunk. Like when you’re so tired, it creates an intoxicated feeling in your brain?” Then she groaned and winced in pain.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
She winced again before responding, “Nothing, just my feet. They hurt from walking in those stupid heels all day. I forgot to change into flats before going to the basilica like I had planned.” She flexed them up and down.
“Let me rub them. Maybe you’ll feel better.”
Her eyes flew wide open. “No!”
I frowned. “Why not?”
“Because that’s too…”
“What?”
“Intimate. Tender. Completely inconsistent with what we are doing.”
“If what we’re doing isn’t the definition of intimate, I don’t know what is,” I argued.
“I mean, it’s what boyfriends do, not playmates.”
A soft laugh escaped my lips. “Well, it’s also what lovers do.” I pushed a pillow under her head before pulling my arm out.
“Oh, so we’re lovers now?” she teased, adjusting the pillow.
I took her feet in my hands and began to gently massage the sore points with my thumbs—the balls of her feet, the heels, and the points below the toes.
She moaned with relief as her eyes dropped shut. “That feels so good, Mihir. Why are you so good?”
“Just try and sleep, babe. I’ll arrange for massage sessions tomorrow.”
“Thank you for everything. You’re phenomenal.” She let out a deep, satisfied sigh. “You make me feel wanted and desired in a meaningful way, and I want you to know—I really appreciate that.”
“I do desire you in a meaningful way, Sona.”
She opened her eyes with a naughty smile on her lips. “I bet you say that to all your lovers, don’t you, player?”
“I’ve not had a lover before. Only playmates.”
She studied me for a moment, the look in my eyes, the expression on my face. Then, sitting up, she asked, “What are you saying, Mihir?”
This is precisely why I was falling for her. She was smart, intuitive, and could read me like an open book.
Her feet were still in my hands, and I massaged them as I replied, “I’m saying, let’s try meaningful for a while. If it gets unwieldy or messy, we can always go back to being playmates. No hard feelings.”
A heavy silence.
“Do you realize what you’re suggesting?” she asked quietly.
Of course I did.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “And you’re sure you’re ready for meaningful?”
“That’s a question for you, not me.”
Another hesitant pause. “Being with you feels good, Mihir. It feels right. But if you ever want to break up with me, I want you to do it the right way. Respect my heart and me. I just bared my life to you because you wanted me to trust you, and I do. I don’t want to end up feeling like a fool again.”
“I will guard it with my heart. That’s my promise to you.”
As I slid up to her side and cozied myself against her soft, warm body, she brought her lips to my ear and whispered, “Thank you.”