30 In The Car #2
He bit down just enough to make her cry out, then soothed the sting with his tongue, circling the hardened peak before moving to give the other breast the same treatment. His free hand squeezed and kneaded her flesh, leaving marks that would remind her of this night long after it was over.
She could feel his cock hardening again, pressing insistently against her entrance.
The heat of him was undeniable, the thick length demanding entry.
He ground against her, the friction adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure building inside her.
Each thrust of his hips pushed his fingers deeper inside her, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
"Please," she begged, her voice barely recognizable - raw and needy. "Ansh, please..."
"Not yet," he commanded, withdrawing his fingers suddenly.
The emptiness left her aching, her hips bucking upward in a silent plea.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her chest.
"Oh, you'll get it. But you're going to earn it this time. Every single fucking orgasm, you're going to earn."
Ansh sat back on his heels, his dark eyes devouring the sight of her spread across his car seat - breasts exposed, legs parted, pussy glistening with their combined release. His own jeans were already down from the first round. His eyes never leaving hers as he stroked his length.
"Look at you," he said, his voice low and rough. "So fucking beautiful when you're desperate for my cock." He shifted forward, the head of his dick nudging against her entrance. "Tell me what you want, Niyati. Use your words."
"You," she gasped, trying to push against him, trying to get more friction, more pressure - anything to ease the ache building inside her. "I want you, Ansh. Only you."
"Good girl," he praised, finally freeing his own cock from his palms. It sprang free, thick and hard and already leaking precum. He stroked it once, twice, then positioned himself at her entrance. "But remember the rules. Not until you scream my name."
With that, he drove into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
The sudden fullness made her cry out, her back arching off the seat.
He set a punishing rhythm from the start, each stroke hard and deep, hitting that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes.
The car rocked with their movements, the suspension groaning in protest.
His hands held her hips in a bruising grip, holding her in place as he fucked her.
His mouth found hers again, the kiss just as demanding as before, all teeth and tongue and raw need.
One hand moved to her clit, rubbing tight circles that pushed her closer to the edge, only to pull back just before she could fall over.
"Ansh," she moaned, his name a prayer on her lips. "Ansh, please..."
"Louder," he demanded, increasing the speed of his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the car, mingling with their harsh breaths and the wet sounds of their joining. "I want to hear you. I want everyone to hear who's fucking you this good."
His teeth sank into the tender flesh where her neck met her shoulder, the pain mixing with pleasure until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. His cock hit her cervix with each thrust, the slight discomfort only adding to the overwhelming sensations flooding her system.
"ANSH!" she screamed, his name tearing from her throat as the orgasm finally crashed over her.
Her pussy clamped down around him, waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain wracking her body.
But he didn't stop - if anything, he fucked her harder, drawing out her pleasure until she was sobbing with the intensity of it.
"That's my girl," he growled, his own release following hers. He buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her again. "All mine. Every fucking inch of you is mine."
They collapsed against each other, both breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat and cum again.
The steam on the windows had condensed into droplets that trickled down the glass like rain.
In the quiet aftermath, Ansh pressed soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips - a stark contrast to the brutality of moments before.
"I love you," he whispered against her skin. "And soon, we're telling Diya. No more secrets, no more hiding. I want to take you on proper dates. I want to hold your hand in public. I want everyone to know you're mine."
Niyati felt tears prick her eyes - tears of relief, of happiness, of overwhelming love.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close as the reality of his words sank in.
Their secret was about to become their future, and suddenly, the cramped steamy interior of his car felt less like a hiding place and more like the beginning of everything.
With Diya's eighteenth birthday fast approaching, a sense of chaotic excitement buzzed through the air. Making matters even better, their two-week exam revision break was set to begin on the very day of her birthday bash.
It was a Friday evening, and the campus was already thinning out as students packed their bags for the long break. Mrs. Raizada had taken charge of the celebrations, planning a grand party for the following evening at the Raizada estate.
Not wanting to miss a single moment of his baby sister's milestone, Ansh had even taken off from work for Monday and Tuesday, turning the event into a much-needed extended weekend.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the hostel courtyard as Niyati and Diya emerged through the main doors, dragging their overnight bags behind them.
Waiting near the curb, leaning casually against his black SUV, was Ansh.
The sight of him immediately made Niyati's heart do a quiet, familiar flip, though she forced her expression to remain completely neutral.
"Finally!" Diya called out, quickening her pace. "I thought we'd never escape the warden's endless lectures about holiday safety."
Ansh pushed off the car, a fond smile spreading across his face as he stepped forward to take their heavy luggage.
"You two took so long I was about to check if you'd been locked in." He tossed the bags into the trunk, his eyes briefly sweeping over Niyati. "Hey, Niyati."
"Hey, Ansh," Niyati replied smoothly, her voice cool and composed.
They played their roles to absolute perfection-polite, casual, and distant enough to deflect any suspicion. Diya, completely oblivious, hopped around to the side, chattering away about the party decorations and the outfit options her mother had sent photos of earlier that morning.
Just as Ansh unlocked the car doors, Diya suddenly stopped in her tracks, letting out a sharp gasp. "Oh no! My handbag! I left it on the study desk!"
Niyati shook her head with a light laugh. "Diya, how do you manage to forget the most important thing?"
"I was distracted! Wait here, I'll run back up and grab it-it'll take two minutes!" Diya turned on her heel and sprinted back toward the hostel entrance before either of them could utter a word.
The moment Diya's figure vanished into the building, the air between Ansh and Niyati shifted instantly.
Before Niyati could even react, Ansh reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her firmly into his chest. Niyati gasped, her hands landing flat against his coat as her eyes widened in sheer panic.
"Ansh! What are you doing?!" she whispered furiously, her head whipping around to check the empty courtyard.
"Someone might see us! Diya could walk out any second!"
Ansh didn't budge. Instead, his arms wrapped securely around her waist, a maddeningly calm grin taking over his features. "Let her see," he murmured, his voice rich with amusement. "We're going to tell her soon anyway. Why fear?"
"Ansh, let go!" Niyati struggled against his grip, placing her palm against his chest and shoving him back with all her strength. She managed to break free, stepping back a couple of feet while smoothing down her jacket, her face burning.
"Yes, we are going to tell her, but we haven't told her yet! Which means no more sneaky romance until she knows the truth."
Ansh stared at her, his jaw dropping in genuine shock. "What???!!"
"I'm serious!" Niyati crossed her arms, standing her ground with a stern glare.
"No more secret touching, no more pulling me into corners, and definitely no sneaky maneuvers when her back is turned. We owe her the truth first."
Ansh let out a quiet, defeated laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at her stubborn expression.
"Okay, okay, baby. Fine." He stepped closer, dropping his voice to a soft, sincere murmur so only she could hear. "We'll tell her tomorrow. After the party winds down and everyone leaves, the three of us will sit down and tell her everything. Deal?"
Niyati searched his dark eyes, feeling the steady, reassuring sincerity behind his words. The lingering anxiety in her chest slowly melted away, replaced by a sense of readiness.
She looked at him and gave a firm nod. "Deal."
Before Ansh could push his luck any further, the distant sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the hostel glass doors. Niyati immediately smoothed her hair, stepping back toward the passenger door just as Diya burst outside, waving her handbag triumphantly in the air.
With the deadline set and their promise sealed, they loaded into the car, unaware that the coming evening would change everything.