The bass from the party downstairs thrummed through the walls, a steady pulse that matched the rhythm of Ojuvas’ heart. He stood at the bottom of the staircase, his gaze locked on Preeti as she climbed the steps. Her hips swayed with every step, her tight skirt clinging to her curves in a way that made his throat dry. Her ass. The thought echoed in his mind, sharp and undeniable. It was like she knew he was watching, the way she moved, deliberate and hypnotic.
He shouldn’t follow her. They were rivals, after all. First rank had always been a battlefield between them, their cold war stretching across semesters. But that night, the air felt different. The booze they had both indulged in for the first time buzzed in his veins, lowering inhibitions he hadn’t even realized he had been holding onto. And now, this – her walking away, up the stairs, alone.
Ojuvas hesitated for only a second before following. His feet carried him forward, almost without permission. The sound of her heels clicking against the wooden steps grew fainter as she reached the top floor, but he could still see her, disappearing into the hallway. His breath quickened. His palms felt slick.
She turned into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. Not closed. Not locked.
His pulse spiked. Against his better judgment, he crept closer, his shoes silent against the carpeted floor. The dim light from the bathroom spilled out into the hallway, and he could hear the rustle of fabric, the soft clink of a belt being undone. His mouth went dry. “What am I doing?” He thought to himself. He should leave. Turn around. Go back downstairs. But he didn’t. Instead, he leaned against the doorframe, his body tense, his eyes glued to the crack in the door.
He saw her silhouette, her back to him, the curve of her hips as she slid her skirt down, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. She bent slightly, and his stomach clenched. “She’s…” His thoughts scattered as he watched her sit on the toilet, her movements unhurried, almost purposeful.
Preeti didn’t look up. Didn’t scream. She just… let him watch.
The sound of her peeing filled the small room, and Ojuvas felt his cock twitch in response. His cheeks burned with shame, but he couldn’t look away. This was wrong. So wrong. And yet, his body betrayed him, reacting with a ferocity that left him breathless.
When she finally stood, pulling her skirt back up, she turned to face him. Their eyes met through the crack in the door. Her lips curved into a sly smile, one that made his stomach drop.
“Do you like what you see?” Her voice was low, teasing, and sent a shiver down his spine.
He swallowed hard, his throat tight. “Yes,” he managed, his voice barely audible.
Her smile widened. “But you owe me.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Ojuvas’ mind raced, but his body moved before he could think. He pushed the door open wider, stepping inside, and shut it behind him. The lock clicked softly, sealing them in together.
Preeti’s eyes never left his. She leaned back against the sink, her arms crossed, her expression challenging. He felt exposed under her gaze, but also exhilarated. Without breaking eye contact, he undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor, followed by his boxers. His cock sprang free, already half-hard, and Preeti’s gaze flickered downward.
Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, and he felt another jolt of heat in his groin. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to wrap around his length. He sucked in a sharp breath as she began to stroke him, her touch tentative at first, then firmer.
“Is this your first time?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
She glanced up at him, her dark eyes gleaming. “Sucking? Yes. But don’t worry… I’m a fast learner.”
His breath hitched as she dropped to her knees, her hands sliding up his thighs. She looked up at him, her lips parting, and then—slowly, deliberately—she took him into her mouth.
“Oh fuck.” The sensation was electric, her warm tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, sending shocks of pleasure through his body. He gripped the edge of the sink to steady himself, his knuckles turning white. Her mouth was hot, wet, perfect, and he could feel himself growing harder with every stroke of her tongue.
“Preeti…” Her name slipped out in a groan, his voice rough with need.
She hummed in response, the vibration making him shudder. Her hands moved to his hips, gripping him tightly as she took him deeper, her lips sliding down his shaft. He could feel her gagging slightly, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she looked up at him, her eyes watering but determined.
The sight of her like that—on her knees, her lips stretched around his cock—was almost too much. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her pace, and she moaned around him, the sound muffled but unmistakable.
When she finally pulled back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connected her lips to his cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a smirk playing on her lips. “Your turn,” she said, standing up.
Before he could respond, she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest, over her heart. He could feel the rapid beat beneath his palm, matching his own. Then she guided his hand lower, slipping it under her blouse and cupping her breast. Her nipple hardened against his palm, and she let out a soft sigh.
“Lick me,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Everywhere.”
Ojuvas didn’t need to be told twice. He spun her around, pressing her against the sink, and yanked her blouse up, exposing her bare back. His lips found the nape of her neck, trailing kisses down her spine as his hands explored her body, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples until she moaned.
She arched into his touch, her head falling back against his shoulder. “Harder,” she breathed, and he obliged, biting down on the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. She gasped, her nails digging into his arm.
He dragged his tongue along her collarbone, savoring the taste of her sweat, the faint hint of perfume lingering on her skin. When he reached her armpit, she squirmed, giggling softly. “Ticklish,” she murmured, but he didn’t stop. He licked a slow, deliberate stripe along the curve of her underarm, his tongue brushing against the fine hairs there. She shuddered, her breath catching.
“You’re such a fucking pervert,” she teased, but there was no malice in her tone. Only amusement. And something else—something darker, more primal.
He grinned against her skin, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. “You love it,” he growled, his teeth grazing her ear.
She turned her head, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. Her tongue tangled with his, hot and demanding, and he groaned into her mouth, his hands roaming lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt.
But before he could go any further, she broke the kiss, pushing him back slightly. “My bellybutton,” she said, her voice breathless. “Lick it.”
He raised an eyebrow, puzzled but intrigued. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” She lifted her blouse higher, exposing her toned stomach, and traced a finger around the shallow dip of her navel. “Do it.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Dropping to his knees once more, he pressed his lips to her stomach, his tongue dipping into her bellybutton. She gasped, her hands flying to his hair, clutching at the strands as he licked and nibbled at the sensitive flesh.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her hips rocking forward, grinding against his face.
He could feel her heat through the thin fabric of her panties, smell the musky scent of her arousal. It drove him wild. His hands slid up her thighs, grabbing the waistband of her skirt and yanking it down, exposing her completely.
Ojuvas’ breath hitched as he knelt before her, his heart pounding in his chest. Preeti stood tall, her eyes heavy with lust and a smirk that sent shivers down his spine. She tilted her head slightly, her voice dripping with challenge.
“You think you’re worthy enough to touch me, bastard?” she taunted, her fingers trailing down her own body, stopping just above the waistband of her panties. “Prove it. Lick my armpits, then my bellybutton. Maybe then I’ll let you go further.”
His throat went dry. He had always fantasized about this—her dominance, her commands, her scent. His hands trembled as he reached for her arm, lifting it gently. Her armpit was slick with sweat, the faintest hint of perfume mixing with her natural musk. He hesitated for only a second before leaning in, his tongue darting out to taste her.
“Fuck,” she moaned, her voice low and throaty. “Keep going, you motherfucker.”
He obeyed, his mouth working over her skin, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. She smelled incredible, tasted even better. Her breathing quickened, her free hand tangling in his hair, urging him on. He moved to her other armpit, equally eager, equally desperate to please her. When he pulled back, her eyes were blazing, her lips parted in a silent gasp.
“Now… my bellybutton,” she ordered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Ojuvas didn’t need to be told twice. He pressed his face to her stomach, his tongue diving into the shallow dip of her bellybutton. She shuddered, her hips grinding against his face as he licked and nibbled at the sensitive skin. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as she squirmed under his touch.
“Fuck, Ojuvas,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You’re such a dirty little bitch, aren’t you?”
He groaned in response, his cock aching painfully in his pants. He wanted her—needed her—more than anything. But she wasn’t done with him yet.
“Let’s go to bed,” she said suddenly, pulling away from him. Her eyes were dark, filled with promises of what was to come. “I want you to make me scream.”
He followed her without hesitation, his mind clouded with desire. The bedroom was dimly lit, the faint glow of the moon casting shadows across the room. Preeti pushed him onto the bed, climbing over him with a predatory grace. She straddled his hips, her skirt bunched up around her waist, exposing her completely. Her pussy glistened, already dripping wet, and the sight made his mouth water.
“I want your tongue first,” she demanded, her voice firm. “Make me come, or I swear I’ll kick you out right now.”
Ojuvas didn’t need to be told twice. He slid down the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Her scent was intoxicating, her arousal thick and heady. He pressed his face against her, his tongue flicking out to tease her clit. She gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as he worked her over, his tongue swirling and pressing in all the right places.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her hips bucking against his face. “You’re so fucking good at this, you bastard. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He couldn’t. The taste of her, the sounds she made, the way her body reacted to his every touch—it was driving him wild. He buried his face deeper, his tongue delving inside her, savoring every drop. Her thighs tightened around his head, trapping him in place as she rode his face, chasing her release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, her voice rising with every stroke of his tongue. “Don’t you dare stop, you motherfucker!”
Her orgasm hit her hard, her entire body shaking as she came apart. She screamed, her nails digging into the mattress as waves of pleasure washed over her. Ojuvas didn’t let up, drawing every last bit of ecstasy from her until she collapsed onto the bed, panting and trembling.
Preeti looked down at him, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. “Your turn,” she purred, her voice husky. She climbed off the bed, standing before him as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside. Then she reached for his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease.
His cock sprang free, already hard and leaking precum. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him slowly as she leaned down to whisper in his ear.
“Do you want me, bastard?” she asked, her breath hot against his skin.
“Yes,” he groaned, his hips thrusting into her hand.
“Then take me,” she said, pushing him back onto the bed and straddling him once more. She positioned herself over his cock, lowering herself slowly until the tip brushed against her entrance. She paused, teasing him, her eyes locking onto his.
“Tell me how much you want me,” she demanded.
“I want you so bad,” he gasped, his hands gripping her hips. “Please, Preeti. I need to feel you.”
She smiled, sharp and wicked, and sank down onto him in one smooth motion. They both cried out, the sensation overwhelming. She was tight, warm, and wet, her walls squeezing him perfectly as she began to move.
“Fuck,” she moaned, rolling her hips against his. “You feel so good inside me, you motherfucker.”
Ojuvas could barely form words. His hands roamed over her body, grabbing her ass, her breasts, her waist—anything he could reach. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his as she whispered filthy things in his ear, her words only spurring him on.
“You like this, don’t you?” she teased, biting his earlobe. “You love being inside me. Admit it.”
“I do,” he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. “I love it. You’re so fucking perfect, Preeti.”
She laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down his spine. “Good. Now make me scream again, you bastard.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Gripping her hips, he thrust up into her, matching her rhythm as they moved together. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, their moans mingling as they chased their release.
“Harder,” she demanded, her nails digging into his chest. “Fuck me harder, you bitch.”
He obeyed, his hips pistoning into her as she rode him with wild abandon. Her tits bounced with every thrust, her nipples stiff and begging for attention. He reached up, pinching and twisting them, eliciting a loud moan from her.
“Yes,” she hissed, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
They were both close, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Preeti leaned down, her lips crashing against his as she kissed him hungrily, her tongue tangling with his.
“I’m gonna come,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with need. “Make me come, Ojuvas.”
He grabbed her ass, pulling her down onto him as he thrust up one final time. She screamed, her body convulsing around him as her orgasm ripped through her. Watching her fall apart triggered his own release, his cock pulsing inside her as he spilled himself deep within her.
They collapsed together, their bodies tangled, their breaths mingling. Preeti rested her head against his chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.
“You did well,” she murmured, her voice soft but satisfied. “But this isn’t over yet.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off with a kiss, her lips demanding and insistent.
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