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Leo's Desire

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by Sundari Venkatraman


  Her eyes noted his washboard abs and slid down to his boxers that fitted firmly over his loins, falling down to the top of his muscular thighs. She paused for a second to notice his manhood spring up in response to her lascivious gaze before lifting her eyes to meet his golden ones.

  An arrogant brow touching his tousled hair, Shaan asked, “Had your fill?” His honey brown eyes studied her right back, equally intensely.

  She shook her head, taking the few steps that brought her close to him as she slid her arms around his bare waist. “Of course not; not yet.” She looked up at his face, an evil grin on her own. “Why don’t you fill me up?”

  Shaan placed both his hands on her shoulders and pressed his forehead to hers, unable to wield any kind of control over his hardening shaft. In fact, he had been in a constant state of arousal from the moment he had set eyes on her, smoking under the tree. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman. What are you doing here at 2 am? Do you want Dev to chuck me out of my job?”

  “Is that how you respond to a woman who throws herself into your arms?” Chaahat pouted at him charmingly, her grey eyes glowing with need. She had to have him or she might just go up in the flames of unfulfilled desire. And she could make out that he also wanted her as much, if not more. “I’m an adult. I don’t need anyone’s permission to make love to someone.” She stretched up to press her lips to his rough cheek, gently nibbling his jawline. “And well, it isn’t as if this’ll be my first time.” Her mouth traced a path to his chin before taking a bite of his sensual lower lip, making him groan in response.

  Unable to resist any more, Shaan gathered her up in his arms, returning her kiss with equal enthusiasm. Oh, she tasted so good! He rubbed his tongue against hers, making her moan in delight as she reached out to press closer to his aroused body.

  “Make love to me, Shaan,” Chaahat almost begged him when they next came up for air.

  Without saying another word, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. What did it matter if Dev did fire him? It wasn’t as if his life depended on this job.

  But all thoughts flew out of his mind the next second when he felt Chaahat’s tongue draw a wet line around his flat male nipple before she sucked on it. With a loud groan, he fell on the bed with her body on top of his. He pushed her sweater up and caressed her bare waist with one rough hand while the other travelled south to squeeze her small bottom, even as he pushed her lower body closer to his aroused manhood.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes,” Shaan complained, pushing her away and stripping her off her sweater.

  Chaahat giggled even as she helped him by pulling down her flannel pyjamas. Off went her sweater and the t-shirt beneath it before Shaan pushed her on her back to gaze at her naked body with his honey gold eyes. She wore neither a bra nor panties and looked beautiful under his hungry gaze, despite being painfully thin.

  “Chaahat…” Shaan pressed his lips to hers even as his hands reached out to cup her lush breasts, squeezing them gently at first and then hard as he heard the encouraging mewls emanating from her throat.

  “Yes!” she groaned when she felt his lips and tongue and teeth at her base of her neck, creating havoc with the pulse there. She held his head in her hands, kneading his scalp, even as she revelled in the silkiness of his hair sliding through her fingers.

  He threw a muscular leg over her thrashing ones as he kissed his way down her shoulders before taking small nips of the plump flesh of her breasts, soothing her clamouring skin alternately with his damp and rough tongue.

  She had had a couple of brief affairs. But neither men came even close to what Shaan was making her feel. The tips of her breasts were turgid and aching by now, even as his lips skirted around them, coming close enough, but never touching them. She was moaning with need by now, the bites that he was taking off her arousing her to fever pitch.

  “Shaan…” Chaahat held on to his head tightly, doing her best to direct his mouth to her swollen nipples, but he insisted on taking his own sweet time as he worked his tongue in circles around the shape of the mounds. This was sheer torture, she thought, only to have the thought sucked right out of her brain when she felt his hand cup her vagina. “Shaan…” Chaahat moaned delightedly, almost jumping off the bed as she pressed herself into his hand.

  And that’s exactly when his mouth closed over the peak of her left breast, driving Chaahat completely out of her mind and into his keeping. First it was only the tip as he rubbed his tongue roughly over it. Chaahat lost control when he widened his mouth to take more of her plump flesh within before suckling hard, her nails raking wildly over his bare back, driving him equally crazy.

  She was almost sobbing by the time Shaan scraped a rough cheek over the wet nipple before clamping his mouth to her right teat. In the meanwhile, a second finger had joined the first one that was working on her lower body as he caressed the wet folds of her feminine core.

  “I want you inside me, now.” Her voice was hoarse with longing while her eyes were wild as they looked up into his flushed face. “Now, Shaan.” She protested loudly when he moved away from her for a couple of seconds. “Shaan!”

  “In a second, babe. Just getting some protection on.” He returned to her eager arms before lifting her left leg to wrap it around his waist.

  Not needing any further encouragement, Chaahat lifted her other leg to lock her ankles around his waist and moaned long and hard when he plunged his thick shaft into her eagerly waiting feminine core.

  That felt so good! Shaan buried his face against her neck, giving her a few seconds to accept his invasion into her body before he felt her move restlessly under him. Bracing himself on his elbows on both sides of her, Shaan kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, even as he pounded into her rhythmically.

  Chaahat perceived the pull in her womb as she felt him deep within her body. Oh, but this was great sex, the kind she had only read of. She held on to his back for dear life as he rode her, meeting him thrust for thrust as their bodies became sleek with sweat despite the extremely chilly weather of November in the Sahyadris.

  And then she came, and how! It was as if the earth had shattered and she had been thrown into orbit. The only solid thing to hang on to were Shaan’s muscular shoulders.

  He followed right behind before he fell against her slight body, his face burrowed in her neck. “That was just effing fantastic!” Shaan didn’t know where he got the strength to utter those words, but felt compelled to tell her that. It was simply mind-blowing sex, the kind that he had never experienced before.

  Chaahat rubbed a hand against her own face in wonder and was surprised when it came away wet with tears. But then, she shouldn’t really be. It had been amazing, the chemistry between them. She reached up to kiss his shoulder. “I know what I should swear the next time I get angry with you.” There was laughter in her voice as she pressed her lips to his ear. “I’ll just say ‘screw me’.”

  He roared with laughter before turning on his side and spooning her body against his. “Any time, babe.”

  “Screw me? Now?” Chaahat reached out to his manhood, her hand tracing the shape even as he hardened immediately in response.

  “Yes!”

  It was nine when Chaahat woke up the next morning, ravenously hungry. She stretched luxuriously, feeling a powerful sense of satiation. She smiled to herself when she recalled the number of times they had reached out to each other during the long night.

  The object of her thoughts walked in right at that moment, clad in shorts and a t-shirt, carrying a laden tray.

  Chaahat moaned when the smell of food and fresh coffee hit her nostrils. “What have you got there, Shaan? I’m dying of hunger.” She sat up straight on the bed, completely unconscious of her nudity.

  “I figured that out.” Shaan grinned as he placed the tray on a table before walking up to her, his honey gold gaze running rampantly over her naked frame. “You okay after the wild night?” Not waiting for her reply, he lifte
d her up in his arms, making her squeal in delight, before carrying her over to a chair and depositing her in it. He nipped her lower lip, ordering her to, “Tuck up.”

  Chaahat didn’t bother to answer him as she piled a plate with omelette and bread, along with two batata vadas, before beginning to eat ravenously.

  Shaan gave her a fond look as he poured coffee into two mugs and placed one close to her. He sat down before picking a vada from her plate and biting into it, his eyes on her breasts.

  “Hey! That’s my food you’re eating.” Chaahat protested, her mouth full.

  “So? Okay, have it.” He fed her the leftover piece of vada, grinning when she bit his feeding hand. “Aren’t you violent?! Do you want me to get more food?”

  She shook her head, sitting back to sip her coffee. “Not for me, I’m good.”

  Shaan eyed the nearly empty tray, before turning to lift an eyebrow at her, his eyes shining with mischief. “I got food for two people and you almost polished it off.”

  She grinned. “I know.” She placed her empty coffee cup back on the table before getting up to sit on his lap, throwing her arms around his neck. “Would you like me to get more food?”

  He eyed her glowing face, shaking his head slowly. “I’d rather have you for breakfast.”

  She laughed, pressing her lips to his rough cheek. “You can have me for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” She bit his earlobe, pleased to hear him groan in response. “Did I tell you what an awesome lover you are?”

  A dull red flared up over Shaan’s manly cheeks as he eyed the woman in his arms, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You weren’t too bad either.”

  She punched him on his arm. “That’s no compliment, you idiot.”

  Shaan laughed, lifting her into his arms to carry her over to the bed. “We’d better be fast about this. Dev’s expecting me in his office in half an hour.”

  “Oops!” Chaahat bounced up immediately, a startled look on her face. “I forgot all about my family. Damn! I’ve to go, Shaan. Can we take a rain check on my breakfast offer just now?” She was pulling on her scattered clothes even as she spoke. “I’ll meet you for lunch.”

  Shaan sighed deeply, stepping behind to throw his arms around her, his hands seeking her breasts beneath her sweater. “Give me a kiss.”

  She turned her face to kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth as he tweaked her aroused nipples with rough fingers. “Let me go, Shaan.”

  He took his hands away from her body before moving away a few inches. “I’ll be seeing you, then.”

  Chaahat pulled her sweater down as she nodded her head vigorously and left with a wave, determined to catch him during lunchtime. She had meant it when she had told Shaan that he was an amazing lover.

  Shaan watched her go, a smile on his face. Chaahat was one hell of a partner in bed, the kind he had never had before. He couldn’t wait to meet her in the afternoon.

  But destiny seemed to have another plan for the lovers, very different from what they had envisaged.

  8

  Sitting at the dining table for breakfast, Dev looked up to see Chaahat walk into his home. He didn’t need to think hard to guess where she must have been. Shaan! They were getting as thick as thieves and Dev, for one, was glad to note that.

  Shaan was level headed and hardworking, while Chaahat was flighty, and with a temper. If anyone could keep Chaahat grounded and at peace, it would be Shaan.

  And Dev knew who Shaan actually was, though he had never shared his knowledge with anyone, not even his manager or Anya, the love of Dev’s life. It had happened when he had been trying to find Anya’s complete identity when she had been lying in a coma last year. Dev had come across Google image search. In a burst of curiosity, he had checked out Shaan’s picture much later, when he had got back home with Anya in tow. That’s when he had discovered that Shaan was actually Nishaan Ahuja, the scion of Ahuja Constructions, based in Delhi.

  There were a few articles about him, the latest one being a gossip column about how the Vice President of Ahuja Constructions had broken away from his family and disappeared. Well, the world wasn’t aware that the same man had surfaced at Wadhwa Farm to work as Dev’s manager. Dev had to give the devil his due. Shaan was totally reliable and worked as hard as he did himself.

  “Good morning, Chaahat! Why don’t you join us for breakfast?” Dev called out to his sister.

  Meena turned to look at her granddaughter and was glad to find her glowing with health for a change. The child had appeared too peaky for her liking. The recent fainting spell had got her even more worried. “Aajaa beta.” Meena patted the empty chair next to her.

  Chaahat walked over to sit with them, returning Anya’s greeting as well. “No food for me. I’ll have just coffee.”

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea to starve yourself, Chaahat.” Dev’s voice, though soft, was equally firm.

  Chaahat sighed. “You too, bro. Isn’t it enough that Shaan harasses me about my state of health? Anyway, I just had breakfast with him.”

  So, his guess had been right. “Glad to hear about the breakfast part,” said Dev, giving her a penetrating look. “But why do you let Shaan harass you?” He had a twinkle in his eye as he looked at Anya before turning his attention back to his sister.

  This time, Chaahat’s sigh was louder. “You know how it feels like, to stop an earthmover that’s determined in its path.” She grimaced. “That’s how your Shaan is. ‘Don’t smoke,’ ‘eat properly,’ ‘do this,’ ‘don’t do that,’ oh God! The man’s impossible.” While there was a scowl on her face, the expression in her eyes was soft.

  The observant Dev didn’t miss that. “Do you think that maybe I should get another manager?” he asked, his tongue tucked firmly in his cheek. “I don’t want to work with a guy who’s pestering my little sister.”

  “Huh?!” Chaahat gave him a startled look. Now where did that come from? Would Dev really do that for her? That was her main issue in life—a deep sense of insecurity that the people around her didn’t care for her. “No, no. He’s not so bad, Dev. Just a bit annoying, but nothing that I can’t handle.”

  Anya placed a hand over her mouth to hide her grin as she sent a twinkling glance towards her husband.

  Dev shrugged. “If you’re sure. So, tell me something. Dad called a while ago. He says…”

  “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Chaahat jumped from her chair to walk up and down, totally agitated. “What did he want?” The call must have been about her, otherwise why would Dev mention it.

  “He has set up three interviews for you this week and he wants you to get back to Mumbai like right now.” Dev looked at the mutinous expression on his sister’s face and could commiserate with her feelings.

  “No!” Chaahat almost screamed her protest. “He can’t make me go to those interviews. And you, Dev, are you going to chuck me out of your house?” She did her best to hold on to her temper, but her trembling lips betrayed her nerves.

  “Are you mad? Why would I do that?” Dev got up to throw an arm around Chaahat’s slender shoulders. “Alright, let’s talk. It’s been ten days since you came to stay here. I…”

  “Am I overstaying my welcome?” Chaahat looked absolutely pathetic by now.

  Dev looked down at her pinched face before pressing it down on his shoulder, his large hand rubbing her back in gentle strokes. “Hey, kiddo. You do know I love you, right?” He kissed her on her forehead when she lifted her face to look up at him, her eyes damp with unshed tears.

  “Do you?” Her voice was hoarse as a single tear fell down a thin cheek.

  “Chaahat!” Dev hugged her tight. “Of course, I love you kid.” He pulled her along with him up the stairs and settled her down in the library on the first floor. He sat next to her and continued to hug her. “Now tell me. Why are you so angry with life?”

  It came pouring out, all of Chaahat’s woes. “I’ve been telling Mom and Dad that I want to be a fashion model. But they insist that I take up a management job,
same as them. They keep harping on and on about security. I feel sick, Dev. It was a mistake doing well at college. But I’m not a loser. I like winning. And my course was too damn interesting for me to fail. I thought they’d happy that I became a graduate and let me get on with my life. But they insisted that I do my MBA.” She shook her head, a bitter expression on her face as she thought of what had happened more than two years ago. “When I really thought about it, I felt that there was no harm. It was only two more bloody years of my life. If nothing, it would help me market my own brand and that’s the reason I agreed.”

  She looked into Dev’s face beseechingly. “I had made them promise that they would let go of their stranglehold on my life once I finish my post grad. I…”

  “But Mom and Dad, being what they are, must have agreed to just about anything as long as you did what they wanted.” Dev said with a smile that sympathised with his sister’s woes but held no bitterness. He had become too successful to hold any grudge towards his parents.

 

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