Chapter 1: Morning Confession on Top
The afternoon sun cut through the blinds, painting hot stripes across the tangled white sheets. Tanya’s back was to him, a smooth curve of muscle and soft skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat. Her hips rolled in a slow, deep circle, taking him inch by perfect inch, her thick thighs clamping against his with a strength that made his breath hitch.
“Fuck, Tanya,” Divakar groaned, his hands gripping the swell of her ass. He could feel every ripple, every clench of her around his cock, the wet heat of her dripping down his shaft onto his balls.
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his shins, arching her back.The new angle was devastating. Through the floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite the bed, their eyes locked. Her long black hair stuck to her neck, her lips were parted, and her pupils were blown wide with a dark, hungry pleasure.
“You like that view?” she panted, a smirk playing on her lips. She tightened around him deliberately, a slow, punishing squeeze.
“You know I do.”
She began to move faster, lifting herself almost all the way off before slamming back down, the sound of skin on skin joining their ragged breaths. Each bounce jiggled her perfect ass, each impact sent a jolt through his spine. He watched, mesmerized, as the woman he loved fucked herself on him, her face a mask of ecstasy in the reflection.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said, her voice breathy but clear between thrusts.
“Yeah?” He reached up, palming one of her breasts, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple.
“About… helping someone out.”
He raised an eyebrow, his hips pushing up to meet her downward plunge. “Helping how?”
She slowed her pace, grinding down in a slow, torturous rotation, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror.“Riya.From my office.”
The name clicked. The one who was always complaining about her dry spell, her useless boyfriend. The one with the big tits and the laugh that filled the whole break room. “What about her?”
Tanya bit her lower lip, a flicker of nervous excitement in her gaze.“She was going on again today. About how she never comes, how her guy’s dick is basically a suggestion.” Tanya leaned back, her hands moving to his knees, and sank down onto him so completely he saw stars. “I was looking at her, at her mouth, and I just… I had a fantasy. Right there at the coffee machine.”
Divakar’s hands stilled on her waist. “A fantasy.”
“Mmm.” She began to ride him again, a steady, rhythmic rise and fall. “In my head, we were at Noir.That new club.The three of us.The music was so loud. You were dancing behind her, your hands on her hips.” Tanya’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “She was wearing this tight black dress.I could see the outline of her nipples. You were hard against her ass.And I was right in front of her, watching her face. Then I kissed her.”
The words hung in the air, thick and charged.Divakar’s grip tightened. He watched a flush spread from Tanya’s chest up her neck.
“She tasted like mint and vodka,” Tanya continued, her movements becoming less controlled, more desperate. “And then… then my hand was on your belt.I unbuckled it.I pulled your cock out. Right there on the dance floor, with all those people around.” She was fucking him in earnest now, her body slapping against his, her juices making a filthy, wet sound. “I put it in her hand.I guided it.I watched her eyes get huge when she felt how big you are. I whispered to her, ‘He’s all yours for tonight.’ And I watched you… I watched you push her against the wall and lift her dress and fuck her.”
“Jesus, Tanya,” Divakar breathed, his own climax beginning to coil tight in his gut. The image was blindingly vivid.
“Do you think…” she gasped, her rhythm faltering, “do you think we could?Not the club, maybe, but… invite her over?Just to see? I want to see her suck your cock.I want to taste her on your lips.”
That was all it took. With a raw, torn sound, Divakar came, his hips bucking up off the bed, driving deep into her as he emptied himself. The intensity of it, the sheer taboo of her words, ripped the orgasm from him. She cried out, feeling him pulse inside her, and her own body clenched around him in a series of frantic, fluttering spasms.
For a long minute, the only sound was their heaving breaths. She collapsed backward onto his chest, his softening cock still nestled inside her.He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her sweaty shoulder.
“So,” he said after a while, his voice rough. “You want to set up a threesome with your coworker.”
She turned her head, her cheek against his pectoral. “I want to watch you ruin her,” she said softly, no trace of joke in her tone. “And then I want you to fuck me while I’m still smelling her on you.”
Divakar stared at the ceiling, the fantasy now alive in his own mind. The curve of a strange woman’s back, the feel of different hands, Tanya’s hungry eyes watching. A slow smile spread across his face.“Text her.Tell her we’re going to Noir tonight. My treat.” He squeezed her hip. “Let’s see where the night goes.”