The evening air in Goa was thick with humidity. The kind that clung to your skin and made every breath feel like a warm kiss. I sat on the couch in Rosy’s living room, my bare feet tucked under me, humming softly.
The house was quiet except for the distant hum of the ceiling fan. Its blades lazily cut through the heavy air. Rosy had left an hour ago, giggling into her phone about meeting her boyfriend and his friend for some “fun.”
I didn’t mind being alone. I welcomed it. There was something about the stillness of the house that made me feel free. I closed my eyes, letting the melody spill from my lips, when suddenly, a deep voice joined in from the doorway.
It was Xavier, Rosy’s father. His voice was rich, like aged whiskey, sending a shiver. My eyes flew open. He stood, leaning against the doorframe, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. He had this way of carrying himself—confident, almost predatory.
But with a warmth that made you want to trust him.
“You have a lovely voice, Arohi,” he said, stepping into the room. His gaze lingered on me for a moment too long, and I felt my cheeks flush.
“Thank you, Uncle,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light. But inside, my heart was racing. There was something about how he looked at me as if he could see right through the facade I wore so carefully.
He chuckled softly, taking a seat in the armchair across from me. “Call me Xavier. ‘Uncle’ makes me feel old.” His eyes twinkled with mischief. I couldn’t help but laugh nervously.
We started talking about music, life in Bangalore, and how different Goa was. At first, it was casual and easy. But then, slowly, the conversation began to shift. He asked about my studies and what I wanted out of life.
As I spoke, I noticed his eyes darkened, and his fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest. It was subtle, but it was there—a tension building between us, unspoken but undeniable.
“You’re a very intriguing young woman, Arohi,” he said finally, his voice dropping low. “Most people your age are so superficial. But you? You have depth.”
I swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in my chest. His words were innocent, but how he said them—like they had hidden meanings—made my stomach twist.
“I don’t know about that,” I muttered, looking down at my hands.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Tell me, Arohi, do you ever think about what you want? Not what society tells you to want, but what you crave?”
I froze. His question hung in the air between us, heavy and loaded. My mind raced, trying to find the right words, but before I could respond, he stood and walked over to the couch, sitting beside me. The space between us was minimal now, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“You don’t have to answer,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Your eyes already tell me everything I need to know.”
I turned to face him, my breath hitching in my throat. His gaze was intense, burning into me, and I felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. This was wrong—so wrong—but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.
“Xavier,” I started, my voice trembling.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek. “Shh,” he said softly. “No one has to know. It can be our little secret.”
His touch sent a jolt through me, and I felt my resolve crumbling. Everything about this moment was electric—how his hand cupped my face and his thumb traced the curve of my lip. I should have stopped him. I knew I should have. But the truth was, I didn’t want to.
As if sensing my hesitation, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let me show you what it means to live truly, Arohi.”
My pulse quickened, and I found myself nodding, unable to form the words. His hand slid down to my neck, his fingers gently pressing into my skin as he tilted my head back. When his lips finally met mine, it was like a spark igniting a fire.
His kiss was fierce and demanding, and yet there was a tenderness to it that left me breathless. I moaned softly, my hands gripping his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. His other hand moved to my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space between us.
I could feel the hardness of his body pressed against mine, and it made my head spin. When he finally pulled away, we were panting, our foreheads resting together. His eyes searched mine, and I could see their hunger—a hunger mirrored my own.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted this?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I let out a shaky breath as his hands began to roam, exploring every inch of me. My skin tingled wherever he touched it. I felt myself surrendering to the sensations.
He kissed me again, harder this time, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I shuddered, my body arching into his as his hands worked their way under my shirt. The fabric lifted, exposing my stomach, and I gasped when his fingers traced the sensitive skin just above my waistband.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmured against my lips. “I love how you react to me.”
I whimpered, my nails digging into his back as he continued to tease me. His touch was deliberately calculated, and it drove me wild. I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs, aching for more.
“Xavier,” I breathed, my voice barely audible.
He smirked, his teeth grazing my lower lip. “What is it, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.”
I hesitated, my mind foggy with lust. But before I could answer, his hand slipped beneath the waistband of my pants, his fingers brushing against the slick heat waiting there. I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily.
“That’s it,” he growled, his breath hot against my skin. “Let go, Arohi. Give yourself to me.”
And I did.
Xavier’s hand tightened around mine as he pulled me to my feet, his eyes dark with hunger. “Come with me,” he said, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine. I followed him without hesitation, my heart pounding as we walked toward the bedroom.
Every step felt like a surrender, each one bringing me closer to whatever awaited behind that door. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the walls. Xavier closed the door behind us, the click of the lock echoing in the silence.
He turned to face me, his gaze roaming over my body with an intensity that made me feel both exposed and desired. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” he asked, stepping closer, his voice a velvet rumble. “Tell me what you’ve imagined, Arohi.”
I swallowed hard, my cheeks flushing as I tried to find the words. “I wanted you,” I stammered, my voice trembling. “Even though it’s wrong, even though I shouldn’t, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips, and he brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down my cheek to my neck, where they lingered, applying enough pressure to make my breath hitch. “Now, show me how much you want me.”
My knees nearly buckled at his command, but I kept upright. My hands trembling as I reached for the hem of my shirt. He watched intently as I pulled it over my head. His eyes drink in every inch of exposed skin.
When I hesitated, unsure of what to do next, he stepped forward and cupped my chin, tilting my face to meet his gaze. “Don’t think,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “Just feel.”
With those words, any lingering doubts melted away, replaced by a raw, aching need. I reached for the button of my jeans, fumbling as I slid them down my legs. Xavier knelt before me, his hands gripping my hips as he helped me step out of them.
His breath was warm against my thighs. I shuddered as he kissed the sensitive skin just above my knee. “Beautiful,” he whispered, his hands sliding up my legs to cup my ass, squeezing firmly as he stood.
He guided me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I sat on the cool sheets, my breath coming in shallow gasps. Xavier stood over me, his presence overwhelming as he began to undress. My eyes roamed over his body, taking in the broad expanse of his shoulders.
The defined muscles of his chest and the trail of dark hair that led downward. When he finally stepped out of his boxers, revealing his fully erect dick. I couldn’t help but lick my lips, my mouth watering at the sight. “Do you want to taste me, sweetheart?” he asked.
His tone was teasing as he stroked himself slowly, his eyes locked on mine. I nodded eagerly, my body thrumming with anticipation. He moved closer, his hand tangling in my hair as he guided my mouth toward him. The first touch of his tip against my lips sent a jolt of electricity through me.
I opened my mouth wider, taking him in as deep as I could. The taste of him was intoxicating, salty and masculine, and I moaned around him as he thrust gently into my mouth, his grip tightening in my hair. “That’s it,” he growled, his free hand gripping the back of my head.
“Take all of me.” I obeyed, letting him guide the pace, his hips moving in a rhythm that left me dizzy with desire. When he finally pulled away, I gasped for air, my lips swollen and wet. Before I could recover, he pushed me down onto the bed, his body covering mine as he kissed me hungrily.
His tongue delved deep into my mouth. His hands were everywhere, touching, groping, claiming. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, biting and sucking at the tender flesh until I cried out. “Please,” I begged, unsure what I was asking for. “I need—”
“Shh,” he interrupted, pressing a finger to my lips. “I know what you need.” He shifted lower, spreading my legs wide as he positioned himself between them. His breath was hot against my core, and I tensed in anticipation. When his tongue flicked against my clit, I arched off the bed.
A strangled cry escaped my lips. He didn’t relent, licking and sucking with expert precision, his fingers sliding inside me to tease and stretch.
The pleasure was overwhelming, building rapidly as he worked me toward the edge. Just as I was about to tip over, he pulled away, leaving me trembling and desperate. “Not yet,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”
I whimpered, my body aching for release, but he smirked and climbed up my body, his hardness pressing against my dripping folds. “Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded, his voice sharp and commanding.
“You,” I breathed, my hands clutching at his shoulders. “I belong to you.”
“Good girl,” he purred, positioning himself at my entrance before pushing inside in one smooth stroke. I gasped, my nails digging into his skin as he filled me. He paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust before pulling out and thrusting back in harder this time.
The pace he set was relentless, each movement driving me closer to the brink, only to pull me back just as I was about to fall.
The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, my cries mingling with his grunts of pleasure. “You’re mine,” he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I moaned, my vision blurring with tears of ecstasy. “Only yours.”
His hand snaked between us, his thumb circling my clit as he continued to pound into me. The dual sensations were too much, and I shattered, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. As my body convulsed around him, he let out a feral groan, his release following moments later.
When he finally stilled, still buried deep inside me, he leaned down to kiss me softly, his touch almost tender despite the rough passion we’d just shared. “You did so well,” he murmured, brushing the hair from my face. But we’re not done yet.
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