The morning after breakfast

She’d never been alone with Rajesh before, not like this. Not in a place where the walls were thin enough to hear the next room’s moans, where the bedspread was crisp white and smelled like it had been laundered in bleach. Not where his cologne, that heavy sandalwood and citrus scent, clung to the air like a second skin.

Rajesh didn’t wait. He dropped his keys into the glass dish by the door with a clink, then turned, his dark eyes raking over her like a brand. Anuhya’s breath hitched when his gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts beneath the borrowed blouse—sleeves rolled up to her elbows, fabric stretched taut over untouched curves. She’d chosen it because it was loose, but now she felt exposed, every inch of skin under his stare like a bruise forming.

"You look nervous," he murmured, stepping closer. His voice was a velvet rasp, the kind that made her stomach clench even as her pulse spiked in panic. "Virgin nerves?"

Anuhya swallowed hard, her throat dry. "I—I don’t know what to do," she admitted, voice trembling. She wasn’t lying. She’d never even been kissed before, let alone… whatever this was supposed to be. But the way Rajesh’s lips curled, slow and knowing, told her he already guessed that much.

His fingers brushed her cheek, calloused and warm. "Relax," he said, thumb tracing the shell of her ear. "I’ll teach you."

She shivered, the touch sending a jolt straight to her core. His palm slid down to her throat, fingers curling just enough to feel her pulse jumping beneath his grip. Not tight enough to hurt—just enough to anchor her, to remind her who was in control.

"First lesson," he murmured, lips hovering over hers, "trust me."

Then his mouth crashed into hers, hot and demanding. Anuhya gasped against his lips, her hands flying to his chest—muscular, solid beneath her palms—as he deepened the kiss. His tongue forced its way past her teeth, tangling with hers in a wet, sloppy dance that left her dizzy. She tasted salt and whiskey, his aftershave clinging to his skin, and something darker, something that made her thighs press together despite the shame coiling in her gut.

Rajesh groaned into her mouth, one hand tangling in her hair to tilt her head back, exposing the delicate column of her throat. "Fuck, you’re tight," he muttered against her skin before sucking at the pulse point there. Anuhya whimpered, her nipples hardening against the lace of her bra, her body betraying her with every shiver.

"Rajesh," she breathed, half plea, half warning.

He chuckled darkly, fingers already working at the buttons of her blouse. "That’s it, say my name."

The fabric parted, cool air hitting her skin, and then his mouth was on her collarbone, teeth grazing lightly before sucking hard enough to mark her. Anuhya cried out, her back arching into him as he palmed her breasts through the lace, thumbs circling her nipples until they were stiff peaks, aching for more.

"Please," she whimpered, not even sure what she was begging for—just more. More of his hands, his mouth, the way his cock pressed against her hip through his slacks, thick and unrelenting.

Rajesh smirked, pushing her back toward the bed. "On your knees."

Anuhya’s stomach flipped, but she obeyed, dropping to the plush carpet as he unbuckled his belt. The sound of the zipper lowering was obscenely loud in the quiet room. His cock sprang free, long and veined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Anuhya’s mouth watered at the sight, her pussy throbbing between her legs.

"Open," he ordered, hand fisting his length.

She did, tongue flicking out to lick the slit first, tasting the saltiness of him. Rajesh groaned, hips jerking forward. "That’s it, take more."

Anuhya hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, her gag reflex barely holding back as he hit the back of her throat. Tears pricked her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. She wanted to please him. She needed to.

Rajesh’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her pace. "Fuck, your mouth is perfect," he growled, thrusting shallowly. "Take it all."

Anuhya moaned around his cock, vibrations making his thighs tense. Pre-cum dripped down her chin, but she didn’t care. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, her own pussy dripping wet as she imagined his cock buried inside her instead.

Rajesh pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening. "Stand up," he ordered, voice rough.

Anuhya scrambled to her feet, her legs trembling. Rajesh didn’t give her time to catch her breath. He spun her, pressing her face-first against the wall, one hand between her shoulder blades forcing her down. His other hand yanked her skirt up, exposing her lace panties—already soaked through.

"Fuck," he hissed, fingers hooking into the fabric and tearing it away with a rough jerk. Anuhya gasped, the cool air hitting her bare pussy.

"Spread your legs," he commanded.

She did, her thighs shaking as he knelt behind her, his breath hot against her exposed flesh. Then his tongue was there, licking a long stripe from her entrance to her clit, making her cry out.

"Rajesh! Oh god—"

"Shh," he murmured against her, fingers spreading her lips apart before diving in. His tongue fucked into her entrance, slow and deliberate, tasting her like she was a feast. Anuhya clawed at the wall, her hips rocking back against him even as she whimpered.

"Please," she begged, voice breaking. "I need—"

"Need what?" he taunted, pulling back just enough to blow a stream of hot breath over her clit. Anuhya sobbed, her clit throbbing.

"Your cock," she gasped. "Please, I need it inside me."

Rajesh chuckled darkly, standing. "Begging already?" He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. "You’re so fucking wet for me, baby."

Anuhya whimpered as he pushed in, inch by inch, stretching her open. The burn was intense, but she was so wet it eased quickly into pleasure. Rajesh groaned, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

"Fuck, you’re tight," he grunted, pulling back before slamming into her again. Anuhya screamed, her nails scraping the wall as he fucked her with rough, deep strokes. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure through her, her clit rubbing against the wall with every movement.

"Harder," she begged, her voice raw. "Please, Rajesh, harder!"

He obeyed, pistoning into her with bruising force. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with Anuhya’s keening moans and Rajesh’s guttural growls.

"You like that?" he panted, one hand reaching around to pinch her nipple. "You like my cock stretching your tight little cunt?"

"Y-yes!" she cried, her pussy clenching around him. "I’m gonna—Rajesh, I’m gonna—"

"Cum for me," he ordered, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. "Now."

Anuhya’s orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her walls fluttering around his cock as she came with a broken scream. Rajesh groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her with hot cum.

They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, breathless and sweaty. Rajesh pulled her close, his cock still buried inside her, twitching with aftershocks.

"Good girl," he murmured, kissing her temple. "Very good girl."

Anuhya shivered, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. She knew this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.