"Prove it," Neha murmured, her voice a fragile thread in the dark.
Her eyelids fluttered, heavy with fake sleep, before opening fully.
Arun’s hand froze instantly.
His fingers were still buried deep inside her, drenched in her own slick warmth.
"Why did you stop?" she asked.
Shifting her hips, she tilted upward to grind against his knuckles.
A low, guttural growl escaped his throat.
He didn't pull away.
Instead, his thumb pressed hard against her swollen clit.
Neha gasped, a sharp cry escaping her lips as she arched her back.
"You think this is a game?" Arun whispered, his voice dangerously low.
He leaned down, his broad chest pressing against her bare breasts.
Heat radiated off him, scorching her skin.
"I knew you weren't asleep," he muttered against her ear. "Your breathing hitched the moment my hand slid up your thigh."
"Then you should have touched me sooner," she challenged, panting.
Reaching up, she grasped his biceps, feeling the hard, flexed muscles.
"You talk too much," Arun growled.
Without another word, he slid down her body.
Cool night air hit her wet skin as he parted her thighs wide.
His tongue made contact.
She gasped, her head thrashing against the pillow.
Arun was merciless.
He licked her with long, sweeping strokes, drinking her in.
His nose pressed against her soft skin, inhaling her scent.
"Arun..." she groaned, her fingers burying into his thick hair.
She tried to pull him closer, but he held her hips firmly, locking her in place.
He knew exactly where to touch, his tongue flicking over her sensitive nub with agonizing precision.
She felt herself building up, a tight coil of tension tightening in her lower belly.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice cracking. "I can't... Arun."
He didn't stop until she was shaking, her hips twitching uncontrollably as a small wave of climax washed over her.
But he didn't let her rest.
Arun dragged himself back up her body, his chest slick with sweat.
His hard length pressed against her thigh, hot and unyielding.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Neha forced her eyes open, her vision blurry.
He looked fierce, driven by pure, primal instinct.
"This changes nothing," she gasped, trying to maintain some control.
Arun smirked, a dangerous, predatory tilt of his lips.
"We'll see about that," he whispered.
He positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing his tip against her dripping folds.
Neha whimpered, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him in.
With one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her.
A loud sob escaped her lips.
He was so big, stretching her to her absolute limits.
"Oh god, Arun," she cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders.
He paused, letting her adjust, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"You are so tight," he groaned, his voice strained.
Then, he began to move.
He started slow, pulling out almost completely before plunging back in.
Friction was intense, sparks of pleasure exploding behind her eyelids.
"More," she begged, her head tossing. "Please, Arun."
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming hard, fast, and relentless.
Wooden headboard banged rhythmically against the wall.
She didn't care about the noise.
She didn't care about the consequences.
All she knew was the raw, overwhelming sensation of him filling her.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss.
Their tongues clashed, tasting of sweat and desperate desire.
Outside, the wind howled through the trees of the quiet village.
Inside, the room was filled with the sounds of their breathless moans and the wet slap of skin against skin.
He flipped her over.
Her knees sank into the mattress as he pulled her hips up.
"Look back at me," he muttered, his hands gripping her waist.
She turned her head, catching his burning gaze.
He slid into her from behind, the new angle hitting a spot deep inside that made her scream.
He didn't hold back.
His thrusts were savage, driving her face into the pillows.
She moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the small room, raw and uninhibited.
They lost track of time.
Hours blurred together into a haze of sweat, gasps, and friction.
Whenever she neared the edge, he would slow down, torturing her until she begged, before plunging them both back into the heat.
It was wild, primal, and entirely devoid of the gentle care of lovers.
This was pure, unadulterated lust.
They came together in a shattering climax, their bodies shaking as they collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.
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Morning light eventually pierced through the thin curtains.
Neha woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside.
Her body felt heavy, aching in places she didn't know could ache.
Beside her, Arun was fast asleep.
He was completely naked, the bedsheets barely covering his waist.
She looked at him, her heart doing a strange, fluttering dance.
Scratches marked his back, evidence of the wild night they had shared.
She sat up slowly, pulling the sheet to cover her bare breasts.
Her mind raced.
What had they done?
They were supposed to be just friends, part of a group holiday.
If the others found out, everything would be ruined.
Suddenly, Arun stirred, his eyes opening slowly.
He looked up at her, his expression instantly turning serious.
The warmth from the night before was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating reality.
"We need to talk," he said, his voice husky from sleep.
"There's nothing to talk about," Neha replied quickly, her voice trembling slightly.
She didn't want to hear him say it was a mistake.
She couldn't bear the thought of him regretting it.
"Don't lie to yourself, Neha," he said, sitting up.
"We can't just ignore this."
"We can," she insisted, turning to face him.
"It was just sex. We were both horny."
Arun stared at her, his jaw clenching.
"Just sex? You screamed my name for four hours."
"Because you're good at it," she snapped, trying to sound indifferent.
"And so am I. But that's all it is."
He leaned closer, his eyes locked onto hers.
"So, what are you proposing?"
Neha took a deep breath, steeling her resolve.
This was the only way to keep him close without getting hurt.
"A deal," she said, her voice steadying.
"No feelings. No romance. Just pleasure."
Arun’s eyebrows shot up.
"A deal?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"We do this whenever we want, but only behind closed doors. In front of the others, we are just friends. And the moment either of us starts catching feelings, it ends."
He watched her for a long moment, analyzing her face.
She held his gaze, refusing to back down.
"Only pleasure," he repeated, as if testing the words on his tongue.
"Only pleasure," she confirmed.
"No strings attached. No jealousy. No expectations."
Arun leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.
"And if I want you right now?"
"Then you take me," she whispered.
He smiled, a dark, wicked thing.
"Deal."
Before he could touch her again, heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway outside.
Neha’s heart plummeted into her stomach.
They both froze, barely breathing.
Footsteps stopped right outside her door.
A sharp, loud knock shattered the silence.
"Neha? Arun?" Rahul’s voice called out from the other side.
"Are you guys awake? We're heading down to the lake."
Neha looked down at their naked, tangled limbs, her breath catching in her throat.
Arun's hand clamped over her mouth, his eyes wide with sudden panic.
Then, the doorknob began to turn.