Vivek’s breath caught, his body rooted as desire consumed him. Her moans, raw and unguarded, were a torment he couldn’t escape. His arousal strained against his trousers, a throbbing ache that mirrored the shame burning in his chest. He watched, transfixed, as her body glistened under the water, her surrender a vision of raw sensuality. As Akariti turned off the shower, her breath steadying, she reached for a towel, wrapping it around her still-flushed form. She stepped out, her wet hair clinging to her neck, oblivious to the eyes that had witnessed her climax.
Vivek stumbled back to his room, his erection a painful reminder of his unraveling restraint. He closed the door, leaning against it, his heart pounding as the image of Akariti—her body trembling, her hands claiming her pleasure—seared into his mind, a secret that burned like a fever.
Morning brought no relief. Both men woke with heavy eyes, their bodies still aching from the hunger of the night before. Books and notes waited for them, but concentration was impossible. Every word blurred into the same shape: breasts, thighs, lips, curves.
Akshay – Lucknow
Sonam was in the kitchen, barefoot, her t-shirt loose, boxers riding up as she bent to take something from the lower shelf. Akshay’s eyes betrayed him instantly, tracing the curve of her ass peeking from the shorts, the line of her thighs gleaming in the sunlight.
“Pass me that jar,” she said casually, looking back. Her voice was innocent, unaware. But Akshay’s throat tightened as he leaned close, their arms brushing for a second. The contact burned.
Later, she sat cross-legged on the sofa, hair tied in a messy bun, her breasts moving freely under her t-shirt as she leaned forward to scribble something in her notebook. Akshay stared without meaning to, his cock stiffening under the table, memories of last night colliding with the present. Every casual shift of her body was torture.
Vivek – Patna
Akariti’s routine was no easier on Vivek’s restraint. She padded across the house in boxers, humming softly, her breasts bouncing beneath a thin t-shirt that left her nipples faintly visible in the morning light.
He pretended to stay buried in his book, but his eyes kept lifting. When she stretched to pin her notes on the wall, her shirt rode up, revealing the smooth flatness of her stomach, the teasing outline of her waist. When she bent to tie her hair, her ass pushed against the flimsy cotton shorts, firm and rounded, the sight sending a throb of heat through his body.
At one point, she walked past him, her hip brushing his arm by accident. The faint scent of her shampoo hit him, and his body responded instantly, blood rushing downward. He clenched his jaw, shifting uncomfortably on his chair, desperate to hide the bulge forming in his shorts.
Together – The Growing Obsession
Two men, in two homes, drowning in the same storm. Akshay’s nights filled with Sonam’s dripping curves. Vivek’s mind tormented by visions of Akariti’s ass under the shower. But now, daylight too had become dangerous.