HAZEL ARORA

As soon as Ayushmann's lips met mine, I knew I was fucked because my hand went involuntarily towards his head which was graced by his beautiful hair. He made me so breathless in a matter of seconds. He consumed my lips, and I tasted his in return, which tasted like wine, from the dinner earlier.

My hands found their way to his chest, to feel his muscular chests I had been wanting to touch since God knows how long. I knew it was so wrong to kiss him back, but it felt too right.

I became so much more aware of every way his hands were touching my body, I loathed him, we hated each other. Yet here we were, desperate to touch. I couldn't care less as I brought my hands down to the hem of his shirt, tugging it desperately. He hummed approvingly and pulled my waist closer to him. I felt the hardness on my stomach as I slowly became more aware of the situation. And before I knew it, Ayushmann had carried me to sit on the table, which was right beside my room's door. 

I satwith my legs surrounding his lower body, on the table. He had his hands snakingeverywhere on my body. He broke off the kiss, only to join his lips to thecurve of my neck. He sucked in heavily before placing numerous hickeys on myneck. I tipped my head backwards and moaned at the feeling I had neverexperienced before I satwith my legs surrounding his lower body, on the table. He had his hands snakingeverywhere on my body. He broke off the kiss, only to join his lips to thecurve of my neck. He sucked in heavily before placing numerous hickeys on myneck. I tipped my head backwards and moaned at the feeling I had neverexperienced before.

In a matter of seconds, he had taken his shirt off on my silent request. My hands found their way on his chest, and it felt heavenly. I didn't want to stop touching him. He was kissing my neck, and my hands were touching his chest and biceps. He had his one hand placed on my waist and the other on my thigh. He took my bra off with so much ease, it made me wondered whether I put it on the right way or not.

"Fucking sexy!" Ayushmann said in a groaned breath, kissing my boobs.

That's why you don't get to call them saggy ever, I thought.

Before I knew, his lips were back on mine. I was more and more desperate to feel him. I could feel the wave of heat turned into wetness, between my thighs. One of his hands found its way on my breast, which he started massaging softly and his other hand was dangerously close to my core. I panted, "Ayushmann," barely able to speak above a whisper. He hadn't even fucked me, yet I was so desperate for him.

He had me under his control. Sure, I had sex before, but nothing came close compared to this. He parted our lips, and he looked me in my eyes, as he asked me in a low deep voice, "Can I touch you, Hazel?" I hummed in response.

He demanded, "Use your words, darling."

Every time he called me darling, I felt a jolt of lightning struck my stomach.

"Fuck, yes please." I moaned. I couldn't see him in eyes. Not right now. He just smirked and kissed me. He took my shorts off, taking his sweet time, as my patience waned out. As he touched me, I breathed out a moan.

"You are so dripping wet and I haven't even fucked you yet, Hazel." Ayushmann smirked, as he rubbed his thumb softly on my core. A strip of his finger ran across my clit that sent a shiver down my spine.

I bit my lip in pleasure as his fingers worked inside me, curling time and again. He was groaning and humming against my mouth. His deep groans were making me wetter than I was already. He let out a slow murmur, "Fuck Haze, you don't even know the things you make me feel."

I couldn't wait to feel him, I was fucking desperate. Before I could make out any words, he inserted a third finger inside me, which earned him a loud moan from me. Only a sinister smile appeared on his face, before I exclaimed, "Fuck me, already."

He needed to hear it no more; he quickly unbuckled his belt and his pants came undone. He took out a condom from his pocket as I just watched him get ready.

I breathed from my mouth as he took his cock out of his boxers.

I swallowed hard seeing his huge member, his tip glistening with the pre-cum.

He flashed a cocky smile, looking at the reaction my face gave. He said, "If you are uncomfortable with anything, let me know immediately and I shall stop it. Use your words, okay?"

"Yes." I replied, too quickly.

I shuddered as he pressed himself to my core. He started kissing my neck and placed his cock in my entrance. I gave him a look of silent approval before he shoved himself inside me.

He was huge.

I could feel myself trembling, as I hugged his neck for support. I could see his pupils dilate as he slowly kept thrusting inside me.

"You are so fucking tight, Hazel." He declared, in a low raspy voice.

"Maybe you're too fucking huge for me, Yush." I barely whispered.

He slowed himself, tilted his head to a side to meet my eyes and asked in amusement, "You are saying, I am not a 'lil dick guy' now? What happened to you, Hazey?"

Fuck.

I should have known better. My face couldn't be redder, I could feel it almost turning purple.

And his slow pace helped nothing for the pressure being built on my core.

"Okay, you are not! Don't stop, dammit." I yelled in desperation.

As his hand wrapped my throat, he quickened his speed, making me struggle to keep up with his pace. But I was wanting more of it. I spread my legs wider.

"Such a good girl, you are Hazey." He said, and I bit my lips at his words.

"Ayushmann!" I moaned out his name, knowing well he would love to hear me.

"Faster!" I wanted to feel all of him, as he kept thrusting on me. The feeling was indescribable. I was so close to that euphoric feeling, I almost whined. This made him smile in amidst deep groans he was letting out more frequent than before.

He was groaning unstoppably as he said, "Fuck Haze, I won't be able control myself if you say my name like that."

I breathed a breath of relaxation as I replied in confidence, "Then maybe you shouldn't." Saying this, I pulled his hips closer to me locking my legs behind his back and he moaned out, "Fuck. I am gonna cum." His pace quickened up as he released himself inside me. His thrusts became sloppier as he came to his high, letting out a huge groan in my ears.

I felt his dick pulsating at a quick rate inside of me, which was enough to bring me to my high.

Not caring to pull out, Ayushmann started rubbing his fingers on my clitoral area. I arched my back in pleasure and dipped my head backwards as I couldn't stop the building feeling in my core.

I moaned out loud as I came to a climax. My legs were trembling incoherently, and all of my skin rose goosebumps throughout my body. I winced a little as he pulled out of me and asked for a towel. I pointed it being right below the table I was sitting in. He brought one and started cleaning the mess I made.

I stopped him, "I can do it myself."

"I know, but you should let me, and I am doing this."

A warm feeling erupted on my stomach and a smile spread across my face. I always disliked someone doing anything for me, but it felt actually nice that Ayushmann was being such a gentleman right now.

"Are you okay?" he asked, kissing the corner of my lips as he finished cleaning us up.

"Absolutely great." I replied with a cheeky grin.

"Okay then, goodnight, darling. Sleep well, yeah?" He said, as he kissed my forehead.

I only smiled at response. And I went back to sleep with a smile on my face.