Synopsis: Aarush, a pilot, always feels thrilled when he lands in Bangalore. He knows he has Mahek waiting for him with her pussy wide open.
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I pulled my duffel off the belt, still in half my uniform and cap tucked in my arm. Flying was what I did for a living, and flying into cities never really fazed me anymore, not after all these hours in the cockpit. But today felt different.
There’s something about landing back in Bangalore. The city’s familiar chaos, the orange streaks of the sunset in the sky when I landed. The kind of dusk that makes the city feel softer than it is. It all blurs when your mind is focused on just one thing. One person.
Mehak.
She’d reached before me. Checked in, showered, and made herself at home on the bed. I could already imagine her with legs bare, spread out on the white sheets and lips slightly wet from the wine. She always liked to sip just before things got out of control.
The car slowly moved through the traffic. My phone vibrated like it was trying to keep my pulse from flatlining. Her name lit up on the screen again.
Mehak: The bed’s so cold without you. But I’m warm. Really warm. Wanna feel?
I swallowed hard, getting uncomfortable in my seat. My uniform pants felt tighter and uncomfortable with every message. I typed back.
Me: Pull the sheets over you. Slide your hand between your thighs. Pretend it’s mine.
Mehak: Why pretend? You’ll be here in fifteen. Might as well stay wet till then.
I relaxed my collar and pulled my tie down slightly. Air-conditioning made no difference for the heat rising inside me.
Me: Slide two fingers in. Slowly. I want you messy and wet by the time I get there.
Mehak: Already am. Have been touching myself since I stepped out of the shower. Thought of your tongue on me sent shivers down my spine.
My jaw clenched. A soft moan escaped before I could realise it, and I looked up and found the driver still oblivious.
Me: Keep going. I want your pussy aching for me the moment I walk in.
Mehak: Mmmm. You’ll hear the squelch when I spread my legs for you.
Me: Fuck. You’re going to jump on me the second I walk in, aren’t you?
Mehak: Only if you don’t slam me against the wall first.
That did it. I readjusted myself as my cock pressed hard against the pants. I wanted to be calm, to play it cool when I got there, but this woman didn’t just push buttons. She burned through them.
Her last message came just as I could see the hotel closing by.
Mehak: You’re not fucking me first. You’re going down on me. I want to ride your face while gripping your hair.
The image was so vivid, I nearly told the driver to step on it. Instead, I sat in silence, breath shallow, and I kept replaying it again and again in my mind.
By the time I stepped out of the cab, I wasn’t just hard, I was starving.
The elevator ride felt endless. 14 floors. Every passing second, the anticipation just grew, and I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants. My fists were clenched. I was strung up.
Room 1409. One swipe of the card. The tiny green light flashed. And the second, I pushed the door open, She ran towards me and pounced on me.
There was no space for air between us. Just her soft gasp, her lips against mine and her legs wrapping around my waist like we had done this a hundred times. No hello, nothing. Just her against me and the pure, intimate kiss. Now I know I’m home.
She tasted like wine. Lips full, greedy, moving against mine like we’d both already have undressed each other. And we had.
Her fingers were in my hair, tugging, pulling, tilting my face to deepen the kiss. My hands gripped her thighs tight as I pressed her against the wall, the door clicking shut behind us, which felt like a direction from the universe.
The kiss wasn’t sweet — it was sinful. Messy. Wet. Teeth scraping, tongues tangled, breaths stolen. Her lips parted for me again and again. Every time, she was more desperate, as if she couldn’t get enough.
She broke the kiss only to whisper with a voice trembling, “Every part of me has been aching and craving for you all day.”
I kissed her again. Harder, almost punishing. “You think you can tease me like that and not get ruined?”
She gasped, grinding against me. “Then ruin me. Right here.”
I lifted her slightly and dropped her down again against my body, the friction making her moan into my mouth. My hands slipped up her thighs, and that’s when I realised she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the oversized t-shirt.
Fuck.
I let my fingers underneath the hem. Her thighs trembled. My fingertips traced over her heated skin. No thongs. Just bare, wet, pulsating pussy.
“You weren’t lying,” I whispered, lips brushing her ear.
She arched into me, whispering, “Touch me. Please. I can’t wait any longer.”
But I didn’t. Not yet.
Instead, I pinned her tighter against the wall and devoured her mouth again. This time slower. Our tongues were fighting against each other, teasing, and my teeth pulling her lower lip until she moaned.
I kissed down her jaw, down to her neck, and up all the way, sucking just under her ear as she gasped and held onto me tighter.
Every part of her was on fire. She was writhing in my arms, grinding her bare pussy against the bulge in my pants like she wanted to carve herself into me.
“I thought of you down on me so many times,” she whispered, trembling. “Thought of you licking me slow and holding me down…”
I looked her dead in the eye.
“You’re not walking straight by the time I’m done with you.”
She smirked, flushed and breathless, “Good. I don’t plan on walking anywhere tonight.”
Her breath was warm against my lips, her body trembling with anticipation as I pressed her harder against the wall. I lifted her again, her thighs wrapped around my waist, her soaked core grinding against the pants stretched painfully around me.
But I wanted more.
I carried her and slowly slid her down on the couch, letting her bare feet touch the floor, but kept her pinned. My hands didn’t leave her thighs. My fingers were tracing upward, and my thumbs were brushing the skin just near the curve where it turned wet again.
She shivered, her pupils blown wide, lips parted, breathing heavily and unevenly. Still slightly dazed from the kiss.
“I need you to go down on me,” she whispered. “Right now.”
“I know,” I whispered. “I’ve been starving for you.”
“Spread your legs for me,” I whispered in a low voice, but in a dominating tone.
I dropped to my knees, slowly, not breaking that eye contact. She gasped softly, maybe from the shift in power or maybe from the raw need that is burning between us.
I pulled her t-shirt up, exposing her bare thighs fully, then higher and off her to that beautiful, glistening mess between her legs.
God, she was already dripping. The scent of her arousal hit me instantly — earthy, addictive, sweet.
I leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh, slowly feeling every inch of her. My stubble scraped her skin as she shivered under me. I didn’t go for her pussy right away. I teased my way there.
My Lips and tongue trailing up and down her thighs, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses, deliberately avoiding the place she wanted me most.
“Please…” she whispered, already breathless.
My hands wrapped around her hips, and I leaned forward, my tongue barely brushing against her folds.
She jolted, her hands moved up to my head, fingers instantly tangling in my hair. “Fuck,” she whispered, voice cracking.
But I didn’t dive in yet. I teased. I traced her slit with the flat of my tongue, slow and firm. From the bottom to the top. Then again. Avoiding her clit on purpose. Making her want to beg.
She tried to grind towards me, but I gripped her hips tighter, pushing her back on the couch again.
“You don’t get to ride my face just yet,” I whispered against her skin. “Not until your body is shaking for it and show me how bad it wants me to.”
I sucked one lip into my mouth, gentle and slow. Then the other. My tongue circled her entrance — tasting, savouring. I flicked lightly, then flattened, back and forth, slow torture.
Mehak’s breath came in short, high-pitched whines. Her legs trembled. Her grip in my hair tightened, and her hips began to stutter forward.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please, Aarush. Stop teasing.”
I looked up, lips glistening with her arousal. “You don’t get to tell me what to do just yet.”
I lowered my head, letting my tongue trace one slow line up her slit, from bottom to top, pausing right before her clit, then retreating. She cried out in frustration.
That’s when I dove in.
My tongue circled her clit first. Slow, lazy strokes that made her toes curl. Then I flattened my tongue, licking her wide and deep, feeling her entire body shiver. She was moaning now, soft and uncontrollable, her fingers gripping the sheets, thighs trembling around my head.
I sucked her clit and flicked it with my tongue. Fast, rhythmic, mercilessly. Her back arched up the couch as she moaned my name out Loud. Over and over again.
“Oh my god, Aarush… fuck… right there, don’t stop—”
I didn’t.
I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her in place, going even deeper. My tongue slid into her, tasting everything, feeling her tighten around me as she got closer and closer to the edge.
I switched between fucking her with my tongue and licking her clit. My mouth was soaked with her, with me, with the raw heat of it all.
I could feel that tremble in her thighs, her grasping for air, her thighs gripping my face. I kept going, now locking my arms around her hips, keeping her locked to me as I sucked her.
She was close.
So I looked up at her, locked eyes and moaned into her pussy. That vibration was too much for her.
She orgasmed with a scream, hips jerking, body writhing as her orgasm ripped through her like a wave. I didn’t stop. I kept licking her through it, riding it out with her, slower. Deeper. Tasting every pulse of her climax.
When she finally collapsed, I kissed my way up her body, from her Stomach, to her navel, up to her tits and then her collarbone. Until I was hovering over her, her chest still rising. She was panting, flushed, lips red from biting back moans.
“I told you,” I said, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “You’d be messy for me.”
She looked at me, eyes half-lidded, then dropped to her knees as if she had been waiting for this moment as much as I had.
“You’ve had your turn,” she said, voice sultry, dominant. “Now mine.”
My breath hitched. I wasn’t expecting the shift — but god, it turned me on even more. One second, I was in control; the next, entirely at her mercy.
She unzipped my pants and pulled me free. My cock was already throbbing, heavy, flushed and wet at the tip.
Her lips parted slightly, she breathed hot air out, and she let out a soft, almost reverent, “Fuck…”
She wrapped her fingers around me, gentle at first, then firmer — stroking with a slow, measured pace. Her thumb grazed over the tip, smearing the bead of precum around like she was painting it on her skin. Then she leaned in and flicked her tongue over the slit. A featherlight tease that made my hips twitch.
“You’ve been thinking about this,” I muttered, almost breathless.
She smirked. “Nonstop.”
And then she took me into her mouth — slowly, deliberately, letting her tongue drag along the underside as her lips slid lower. Inch by inch. Warm. Wet. Tight.
The warmth of her mouth wrapped around me like a fucking drug.
She didn’t rush. She savoured. Her lips sealed around the head, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing just slightly. Then she pulled back with a pop only to dive in again, this time deeper.
I moaned, hand moving into her hair instinctively. She didn’t resist; she let me guide the rhythm as she started to build pace.
Her spit dripped down the sides of her mouth, coating me completely. She let it. Loved it. One hand pumped the base while her mouth worked the rest in a wet, rhythmic scene in the most perfect way.
She looked up at me through her lashes with messy hair, flushed cheeks, eyes wide and burning with desire. That look alone nearly made me lose it.
She took me deeper, and deeper again — until her lips were at the base and her throat clenched around me. I groaned louder, gripping the back of her head, but she just stayed there, swallowing me completely.
When she finally pulled back, a string of spit connected her lips to the head of my cock. She smiled, lips red, chin wet.
“God, I’ve missed this so fucking much,” she said, voice husky, proud.
And then she went back in.
She starts blowing me faster and rougher. Alternating sucking and tongue play. Her wrist twisted as she stroked, sucking me into her like she needed it.
“Mehak…” I warned, my voice cracking. “I’m—”
She moaned around me, eyes locked onto mine again, encouraging it and demanding it.
I came hard, moaning her name like a prayer, hips tensing as I spilt into her mouth. She didn’t flinch. Just swallowed everything, slow and greedy. Like it was her favourite fucking flavour.
When she finally pulled away, she licked her lips and looked up at me, absolutely wrecked and radiant.
“I want more of that later,” she whispered.
And I knew then — this night was far from over.
“Now,” she whispered. “Take me to the bed.”
I didn’t even bother replying.
I grabbed her by the waist, lifting her, carrying her across the room. She wrapped her arms around my neck, laughing breathlessly between kisses as I dropped her onto the bed.
Her legs parted instantly, inviting me in. But I didn’t. Not yet.
I knelt on the bed, one hand on her ankle, slowly trailing upward up her calf, over her thigh, spreading her wider. I leaned over her, lips brushing her neck, then collarbone, then nipples.
I sucked one into my mouth hard, bit her nipple gently and rolled it between my teeth. She arched, gasping, nails digging into my back.
My cock brushed over her wetness. Not entering. Just teasing.
“You want it rough?” I whispered.
She nodded frantically. “Ruin me.”
I slammed into her in one motion.
She cried out, head thrown back, eyes shut tight. Her pussy clenched around me like she was made to take me.
I began thrusting in her deep, slow, grinding against her with each stroke. Her legs locked around me, pulling me in deeper. Every thrust was wet, messy and perfect.
I held her wrists and pinned them above her head. Her eyes flew wide open and desperate.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
“Not planning to,” I growled.
We fucked like we were trying to make up for lost time. Every sound echoed off the walls — the slap of skin, the wet suck of her pussy, our moans, our whispers. The room smelled of us.
I flipped her over, ass up, and her back arched. I slid in from behind, going deeper this time. My hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her back against me as I fucked her harder and increased my pace.
“You feel that?” I whispered in her ear. “That’s how deep I’m in you.”
She came again, body convulsing, screaming into the sheets. But I wasn’t done. I pulled out and dragged her to the balcony. Both of us were flushed, wild and glistening with sweat. It was breezy, but our bodies burned. The view outside was perfect. Greenery, trees swaying below, the city lights flickering around. No one could see us this high up.
But the thrill of it? Unmatched.
I turned her around, bent her over the railing slightly, her ass bare and thighs still trembling.
“You sure?” I asked.
She looked back, with messy hair and fierce eyes. “I want everyone to hear me scream.”
I entered her again. This time, slower, letting the open air surround us.
She moaned louder than ever. I held her hips, pumping into her over and over, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her hands gripping the rail like it was the only thing holding her in place.
It was raw. Unfiltered. Primal.
She orgasmed again. Her legs were trembling, her knees buckling, her body melting against the balcony.
I followed right after her, moaning her name into her shoulder, spilling inside her as we both collapsed into each other, breathing heavily.
The wind felt cooler now, or maybe it was just our sweat cooling off under the open sky.
Mehak collapsed forward onto the railing, taking its support, her body still twitching from the aftershocks, breathing heavily and catching up. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade.
“You good?” I murmured, my lips against her moist skin.
She nodded, eyes closed. “I don’t ever want anything less. That was you inside every part of me. Deeper than skin!”
I had a smile on my face after hearing that, still panting, and gently pulled her back into my chest. Her body was flushed, trembling slightly, and still so damn warm. I held her there for a minute, just letting the breeze wash over our slick bodies.
I grabbed the quilt from the bed, wrapped it around us both, shielding our bare bodies as we stepped over to the sun lounger in the balcony, collapsing into it like our legs no longer had a say in things. It was wide enough for both of us.
I pulled her close, her head resting against my chest, one of her thighs draped over mine. I kissed her on her forehead, and then when our eyes met, we shared a really passionate kiss. The sky above us was dark velvet, but the city still flickered below, unaware of the storm we’d just set off 15 floors above.
She traced lazy circles on my chest with her finger. “I could stay like this forever.”
I tilted her chin up and kissed her, slow and deep. Her lips were swollen from earlier, but still soft, eager, familiar. She melted into me like she belonged there. The kind of kiss that didn’t need urgency, desires wrapped in something almost… emotional.
We stayed like that, tangled, catching our breath. The tension had shifted, not gone. Like a fuse still burning quietly after an explosion.
“I missed your baby,” she whispered against my lips. “I missed all of you!”
“I missed you too, sweetheart”, I said, my voice low. “You just had all of me, and you still want more.”
Her grin turned dangerous. “Wouldn’t you?”
Her hand slid down my stomach, tracing that faint line just above my groin. My breath caught as her fingers curled around me again. My cock was already half-hard, twitching back to life in her palm.
“You’ve got no idea what you do to me, Mehak,” I groaned.
“I know exactly what I do to you,” she smirked, shifting to her knees on the lounger. “Now shut up and let me taste you properly.”
The moonlight hit her perfectly! Her hair a mess, lips slightly parted, eyes locked onto mine with that same fiery gleam from earlier. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and leaned down slowly.
One kiss to the tip.
Then her tongue flicked across it, playfully teasing me, making me moan.
Her lips parted, and she sank. Slow, warm, taking me into her mouth inch by inch. Her tongue worked in slow, steady waves, and her mouth created suction that made my entire spine tighten.
But this wasn’t wild like earlier. This was intimate and hot.
She pulled off, let her spit trail down my shaft, then sucked me back in again, deeper this time. Her hands cradled my thighs, her fingers digging into my skin with every motion.
Her eyes stayed locked on mine.
Fucking hell.
I leaned back, one hand gripping the side of the lounger and the other buried in her hair. She bobbed her head slowly, her tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as she moaned around me — the vibrations nearly undoing me on the spot.
“Mehak…” I groaned, my voice almost hoarse.
She didn’t stop. Didn’t even flinch. Just kept taking me deeper, wetter, tighter with her spit dripping and her eyes gleaming with lust and love at the same time.
“I’m gonna cum,” I warned, breathing heavily.
She looked up at me as her lips slid to the base, sucking harder. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
With a deep grunt, I exploded into her mouth — thick, hot spurts filling her throat as she swallowed it all without breaking eye contact. Her moans grew louder as she tasted me, savouring every drop like it was something she’d craved for far too long.
She finally pulled off, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and her eyes shining.
Then she crawled back up into my arms, settled into my chest again with a wicked smile.
“You taste better than I remembered,” she whispered.
I let out a breathless laugh and pulled her into me again, both of us spent, tangled up in sweat, cum, and each other.
And still not done.