30 In The Car
Niyati let out a long breath, the heavy knot in her chest loosening just enough for her to breathe again. She rested her head back against his chest, listening to his pulse. "Okay."
Ansh kissed the crown of her head, his arms holding her close against the late-night chill. "Okay?"
"We'll tell her together when the time is right," Niyati agreed softly.
Outside, the quiet night moved on, completely oblivious to the secret wrapped inside the parked car.
They both knew the truth couldn't stay hidden forever, and that a storm was waiting for them when it finally came to light.
But tonight, wrapped in each other's arms, they just wanted a little more time.
The weight of their secret conversation dissolved into the charged air between them, replaced by a raw, aching need. Ansh's hand, which had been soothing her spine, stilled, then flattened possessively against the small of her back.
Niyati lifted her head, her gaze locking with his, the vulnerability in her eyes replaced by a dark, smoldering heat. The decision to wait, to protect what they had, only fueled the fire of wanting him right now.
She shifted in his lap, a deliberate, slow grind of her hips against the hard ridge straining the fabric of his jeans. A sharp hiss escaped Ansh's lips, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Niyati," he breathed, her name a rough warning and a desperate plea all at once.
"Shut up, Ansh," she whispered, her voice husky as she leaned in.
She didn't kiss his mouth this time. Instead, she dragged her lips along his jaw, the faint stubble scraping against her sensitive skin.
Her tongue flicked out to taste the warm, salty hollow of his throat, and she felt his entire body tense beneath her.
The power, the absolute control she had over him in this moment, was intoxicating.
His hands roamed, no longer just holding her but exploring her.
One slid up her side, his thumb tracing the curve of her waist before brushing against the side of her breast.
The other tangled in her hair again, angling her head to give him better access to her neck as he nipped and sucked at the delicate skin there.
She knew he'd leave a mark, a dark, possessive bruise she'd have to hide from Diya, and the thought sent a wicked thrill straight to her pussy, making her wet and ready for him.
"I want you," she moaned against his skin, her hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
Her fingers trembled with impatience, but she finally managed to push the fabric aside, her palms flattening against the warm, hard planes of his chest.
She could feel his heart hammering against her touch, a frantic, primal beat that matched the pulse thrumming between her own legs.
Ansh groaned, his hips bucking up to meet hers. "I'm right here, baby." He captured her mouth again, and this kiss was different. It was slower, deeper, a languid, filthy exploration that promised everything.
His tongue swept inside, claiming hers, tasting her, devouring her. His hands were everywhere, one slipping under the hem of her top to trace the soft skin of her stomach, the other squeezing her ass, pulling her tighter against his throbbing cock.
The car's interior was small, cramped, the windows steaming up from their combined breath.
It was perfect. It was their own little world, a private stage for the raw, unapologetic need they had for each other.
He tugged her top up, and she raised her arms, letting him pull it over her head and toss it into the back seat.
The cool air made her nipples pebble into tight points, visible through the thin lace of her bra.
Ansh's gaze darkened, his lips parting slightly.
He looked at her like he was starving. He dipped his head, his hot mouth closing over one cloth-covered peak.
He sucked hard, the rough lace a delicious friction against her sensitive flesh.
Niyati cried out, her head falling back, her fingers threading through his hair and holding him to her.
"God, yes," she whimpered, grinding down on him, using his cock to rub her clit through the layers of their clothes.
He was just as desperate. With a growl, he reached between them, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra. It sprang free, and he yanked the cups down, exposing her breasts to the dim light. He palmed one, his thumb flicking over the hardened nipple while his mouth returned to the other.
He alternated between licking, sucking, and gentle bites, each sensation sending a fresh jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She could feel the wetness soaking through her panties, her pussy clenching with empty need.
"Ansh, please," she begged, her voice ragged. "I need you."
He lifted his head, his eyes black with lust. "What do you need, Niyati? Tell me."
"You," she gasped, rocking her hips shamelessly. "Your cock. I need you to fuck me."
His control snapped. He kissed her again, all teeth and tongue, a messy, desperate clash. His hands flew to his own jeans, the sound of his zipper being lowered loud in the quiet car. He freed his dick, and it sprang up, hot and thick, the head already slick with precum.
Niyati didn't wait. She lifted herself slightly, her own hands wrestling with the button and zipper of her jeans. She shoved them down just enough, hooking her thumbs in her panties and pulling them to one side.
She sank back down on him, and they both groaned as the thick head of his cock breached her tight, wet entrance.
He filled her slowly, inch by incredible inch, the stretch a perfect, burning ache.
It had been so long, and her body remembered his, clenching around him as if to never let him go.
Once he was fully seated inside her, she paused, her forehead resting against his, both of them breathing heavily.
"Fuck," Ansh gritted out, his hands gripping her hips so tightly he'd surely leave bruises. "You feel so good. So fucking tight."
She started to move then, a slow, sensual roll of her hips that had him cursing under his breath.
She rose up until just the tip of him was inside her, then slammed back down, taking him to the hilt.
The car rocked with their movements, the leather of the seat creaking in protest.
She set a relentless pace, riding him hard, chasing the orgasm that was coiling deep in her belly.
Ansh met her thrust for thrust, his hips surging up to meet her as he drove his cock deeper and deeper. One of his hands snaked between their bodies, his rough fingers finding her swollen clit. He rubbed tight, hard circles, and that was all it took.
Niyati's orgasm ripped through her, a blinding, shuddering wave of pleasure.
She cried out his name, her pussy convulsing around his dick as she came.
Ansh fucked her through it, his own release barreling down on him.
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and came, his hot cum flooding her channel.
They collapsed against each other, sweaty and panting, their bodies still joined. For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the distant hum of the night.
Niyati rested her head on his shoulder, feeling his heart gradually slow against her ear.
The guilt about Diya was still there, a quiet hum in the back of her mind, but for now, it was drowned out by the overwhelming, undeniable reality of the man in her arms.
This was real. This was theirs. And it was worth every risk.
The sticky mess of their combined release trickled down Niyati's thighs as she remained straddling Ansh's lap, their bodies still intimately joined in the cramped driver's seat of his car.
The leather beneath them was damp with sweat and other fluids, the air thick with the scent of their exertion and Ansh's warm cologne.
Steam fogged the windows, cocooning them in their own private world where nothing existed beyond the confines of this vehicle and the desperate need that had brought them here.
Without warning, Ansh's hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh with bruising strength. In one fluid movement, he lifted her and flipped her onto her back across the passenger seat, the sudden motion causing a gasp to escape her lips.
Her jeans-clad legs tangled with his as he positioned himself over her, his body blanketing hers in the dim interior light. Before she could process the change, his mouth crashed onto hers, the kiss brutal and demanding.
His tongue thrust past her teeth, claiming every corner of her mouth as if he owned it, as if he needed to remind her exactly who she belonged to.
"Round two," he growled against her lips, his voice rough with renewed desire.
"But this time, you're not getting a single orgasm until you scream my name loud enough for the whole fucking city to hear."
His words sent a shiver through her body, a mixture of fear and anticipation coiling in her stomach.
She knew he meant every word - Ansh never made threats he didn't intend to follow through on, especially when it came to her pleasure and his control over it.
His fingers dove between her legs, not bothering to remove her panties fully first. The rough denim scraped against her ankles as his hand worked its way to her core.
He gathered the slick evidence of their first fuck - their combined cum still leaking from her - and without hesitation, shoved it back inside her with a filthy wet sound that echoed in the steamy car interior.
Two fingers plunged deep, curling against her inner walls as his thumb found her clit, pressing down just hard enough to make her arch against the seat.
"Still so fucking wet for me," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Your pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it? Even when you're trying to pretend you're not completely mine." His fingers pumped faster, the wet sounds growing louder as he worked their fluids deeper into her.
Ansh shifted his weight, his mouth finding its way to her exposed breasts. His teeth grazed her nipple, the sharp edge sending bolts of pleasure-pain through her body.