Hello everyone, sorry for not updating this chapter since I was pending up. And the mushy chapter has finally ended. I feel good and bad cuz I thinking I just suck in writing this. anyways, again a mushy chapter alert since we are not done yet. please enjoy and do review! thanks
It is close to impossible for me to think straight when all the blood in my body is rushing down my… you having probably guessed. But my brain is endlessly pushing a red alarm through my chest. Jhanvi, you need to think otherwise. This, whatever you are doing is not helping; you are not supposed to do as Daya wants. Daya must be thinking, that, having me between in his bed, can help me, in fact save me, from all the danger that I am probably going to deal with if I go fight for Nakul.
Well, now to counter his strategy I need to have my Boyfriend Cop out of my way, deal with him in my way. I need to execute my plan. I need to have Daya engaged somewhere else as well as be able to somehow contact Abhijeet, tell him my location so he can pick me up and take me from here.
I blew a strand of my hair off my face, calculating my perspective, simultaneously living this moment. A current pass through my body as I am gaining a pleasing momentum of pleasure on top of my man, my Daya. He, however is squirming underneath me. His hands still tied over his bed's head, he's craving to touch me; to grab me and push his big bulge deep, deep in me. blushing rousingly at the thought as I look at him. His hooded eyes, literally starving as he watches me do a little strip show on top of him. I slowly take off my t-shirt. His gulps some air, his heart pounding loudly against his chest as he watches me take off my last piece of undergarment of my upperbody that held my perky breasts. He's squirming in nervousness, although this isn't the first time he watched me, topless in front of him. But his eyes, reading every inch of me, as if it's for the first time; as if I am the tastiest wine that he has ever tasted, and not wanting to waste even a drop of it.
His piercing eyes making me blush but somewhere out of the blue I am feeling an overpowering effect on him for the first time. He is a confident CID officer but now, the situation has flipped. He is nervous and helplessly enslaved by his growing desires. I could've almost giggled to see his expressions. I'm suddenly impressed by my strength and his weakness over my strong womanhood. After all he is a man, and his curiosity and his urges are driving him nuts. I sensuously take my arms above my shoulders, gathering my hair, tying them in a bun. His eyes were inspecting every movement of mine. My seductive grin grew as I push my hand down by my hips. I push my panties down and for the first time, I felt his jaws visibly dropping. His face turned a deep shade of red as his eyes shifted to my eyes out of embarrassment before looking back down, not being able to resist the sight before him.
"Jhanvi.. are you sure?" He asks, his eyes were betraying his mind as he looked my lower body.
"yes" I sang, now stroking his throbbing warm manhood. He pursed his lips firmly, closing his eyes. His nostrils flaring as he breathing hard. His eyes flung open, wide and dramatic as I dive my head down, giving him a wet kiss on his shaft. His raspy breath turns into groans as he felt me licking and kissing his hot piece of delicious man meat.
"Jhanvi, yeh tum..kya kar rhi ho? I don't believe this!" He mumbles.
I hummed in approval as tease him. I put my mouth around him, sucking. I was thanking all the nonsensical pornography that I used to watch long time back somehow guiding me to do my- job. With a doubt, for a second, I thought to myself; am I even doing it right? But the reaction I am getting from him made me think otherwise. Grinning in my mind I watch him squirming. I could feel him reconsidering the position he is now in. Submissive is clearly not Daya, experiences say that he is can be very dominant but now he is feeling quite uncomfortable. He is not struggling to get his hands free but thank to god I have done a really impressive job of binding them tightly.
"Jhanvi!" He meekly whines. I let go of him, looking at his flustered face.
"Kya hua, Mr. Daya shetty?" I ask with a smug.
He cleared his throat, his eye traveling down my body before looking back in my eyes, as if mentally slapping himself.
I couldn't waste my time so before he could say anything lame I advanced and I slid him inside me.
His jaws dropped again, as he arched his head at the back. I couldn't agree more to that feeling. The feeling of his rock hard manhood, deep in me, turning my insides into mesh.
"Jhanvi," He mumbles, his lust filled eyes looking helplessly at my movements. I was swaying my hips in rhythm.
"I can't ever understand you." He concludes before letting his body do the talking rather than his brain. I am sure he has just slapped his gray matter down completely since my moans and groans have done their duty commendably.
Sensing my growing womanly needs he is now thrusting his hips to match my rhythm. I groan so loud, for a second I got concerned if the neighbors are listening what we have been doing by now.
bhar me gaye sab I thought to myself; I couldn't care anyone for now as I could only concentrate of keeping my pleasure flowing down meeting his. The warmth of my hormones melting him as his hoarse breath becoming hard. My hands caressing his toned chest over his perfectly fitting purple office shirt and black silk vest. His eyebrow are furrowed as he watch me closing myself to a heart thundering climax. Side of his lips curled into a grin as he watches my soft moans turn go a tad bit loud. I clench my eyes shut; grabbing at the fabrics of his shirt, gripping them in my fingers as I rock myself to the edge. I arch my back as I groan loudly moaning his name over and over again.
"Oh Jhanvi!" He exhales, passionately. My hips rocking up and down on him as I plump myself on top him, almost exhausted; carefree that my weight wouldn't be a problem for him. My hair falling on his face like a veil as he close his eyes feeling intoxicated by their scent. He hasn't stopped his thrusting; his pace growing gradually as I could feel his anxiety growing as he is closing his climax.
"Jhanvi!" He blurts between his deep panting trying so hard to think between his urges and desires, "Ab bahot ho gaya! Please lets not do this anymo…" He murmurings got cut short as I seal back my lips in his. His eyes half lidded as he watches my thrusting; helping him reaches his orgasms. His thunderous grunts in my mouth grew as loud as I could feel an intense heat emitting from his groins as he fills me up. I lets go of his lips, his eyes not leaving me. He's been mumbling my name over and over between his firm lips as his body jerks against mine as he reaches his orgasms. His hips shuddering to ram himself as deep as he could get. And this was all it took for me to reach my second orgasm, right after his. Our voice and our passion-filled lovemaking echoing all over the room and our ears.
After our little rendezvous Daya drifts to a exhausting nap as I lay on his chest. My eyes almost drooping to sleep as my ears rhythmically synching the music of his heart that's still thumping hard. Daya somehow hasn't tried to let go of his hand restraints, as if he got used to them by now. I slowly pull away from him. I look down at him feeling slightly bad for him. I have to abandon him now, for good. I look at his beautiful round face, so serene. I could feel my eyes resisting the urge to cry as I sob silently. I am not even measuring how this calm face is going to turn in a horrorstruck expression as soon as he will know that I am gone. I don't want to think about this anymore, it's too much to think.
Carefully I tip toed my self out of his wrapping myself around with his clothes. As soon as I dressed up silently, I look around the living room trying desperately to find my phone. Where could Daya hide it. Trying hard to not wake Daya up I finally find my phone under the sofa. I grab it, opening it to see so many messages and missed calls. Abhijeet, Tarika, ACP and many unknown numbers. I cringe. I am careless. They must've resolved to some other options than me by now.
Out of sudden, my phone begins to vibrate. Frightened not to wake Daya up, I silently take my phone "Hello" I whisper,
"Jhanvi," Abhijeet begins "Oh thank god, tumne phone on kiya... tumhara phone off a rha tha! Hum tumhe lene arhe hai!"
I noded ending the call, erasing any guilt I have for Daya. One last time, my heart telling me. This should be the last time I will doing something that Daya doesn't want.
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"Kya kar rahe the tum dono, Daya kaha hai!?" Abhijeet asks as I get in his car. Tarika was sitting next to him.
"Usne mera phone off kar diya tha!" I shake my head.
Abhijeet looked perplexed, "To tum bhagi kaise? Daya ne roka nehi?"
. Daya so raha hai!" I mumble, Tarika turns her head back to me, mouth open wide in a shock. Knowing that she could almost read my eyes I look away, smoothening my hair, probably to hide from her questioning glares.
" So raha hai? Dopahar ke teen baje!" Abhijeet scratching his head, "sleeping pills diye the kya tumne use?" He must have bounced it completely. Tarika hides her grins, exaggerating a cough.
Abhijeet's eyes shifted to Tarika, before looking back at me. I felt my face heating up. God saved me as Abhijeet's phone rings, he answers from his Bluetooth gear attached his ears while driving.
"Yes Sir, Jhanvi Daya ke ghar pe hi thi!" He confirms. My palms sweating, hoping ACP wouldn't ask the same lame question.
"I don't know sir, Daya so rha hai!" He mumbles with a slight hesitation. I roll my eyes; Tarika stifled a laugh before looking out the window.
"Okay Sir, hum bees minute me pochchenge!" he confirms before cutting the call.
I sigh, hoping that I wouldn't be asked anything lame about this and probably Daya would not feel bad about my plans. About this! fingers crossed.