Arshi FF Chapter 5 SMA – His Despair
IPKKND| Arnav Singh Raizada| Khushi Kumari Gupta
“Arnaaavvv.” A whisper caressed his name. Smooth, sweet and oh so sultry. Arnav groaned at the sound of her voice, whispering, begging, pleading.
Panting, he lowered his mouth to her perked up nipples, sucking them first. And then he grazed his teeth against them, softly at first, sighing to hear her moan. And then he bit hard, till she screamed.
Her nails dug into his scalp, her fingers pulled his hair apart. But it didn’t bother him one bit, as he kept increasing his pace, till his sweat was falling down from his forehead and all the way down his nose and upon her damp moist breasts.
“Arnav…please.” Meeting his strokes, she continued begging.
“Oh! Khushi.” He was now ramming into her belligerently.
“Yes, yes, yes.” He heard her scream in pleasure. And his own impending climax tore through him.
“Fuck! Khushi!” Growling in hunger, thrusting into his bed, he pulled his sheets, and his pillow and clawed his mattress.
But the pleasure that he so desperately craved never came. He groaned and kept thumping….but only a strange emptiness enfolded him.
Panting, he shot his eyes open, to find himself humping his erection into his mattress. His body felt incredibly hot, and moist too at the sheen of sweat pouring down from his forehead.
“Khushi.” Where the fuck was she? Frantically, he pulled his pillows and sheets and searched his bed like a mad mad who’d lost his mind.
“Khusheee.”
And when the reality crashed on him, he slumped back on his knees and held his head in his hand. What the fuck was happening to him? A couple of minutes with that doe-eyed beauty and he had been reduced to this—a hungering lunatic.
But on very rare occasions, when groin did all the thinking, he found himself in the kind of mess that he was in right now. The last time he had found himself like this was when he was nineteen and had crushed on the thirty-year-old teacher upon whom he could only ever crush upon.
It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even infatuation. It was just a fantasy.
Was Khushi too just a fantasy he could never have?
Sliding back to lean into his headboard, he helped himself to a glass of water and pondered upon the raging erection tearing through his pants.
Maybe this was pure lust. He hadn’t got laid in over two weeks. A good fucking was all he needed.
That was it.
Without another moment’s delay, he pulled up his sweats pants, tossed over his hoodie, collected his car keys and sprinted out of the room, without even bothering to check what time it was.
It was well past midnight, he knew, but he didn’t two fucks.
Twenty minutes later, he shifted on the balls of his feet as he buzzed the door bell again and again and again.
“Who on earth…” A groggy coarse voice answered from behind the door.
And when the door finally opened. “ASR” A gasp was all he heard as he strode into the apartment.
“Take you clothes off, La.” He pulled his hoodie from over his head and stood bare chested before her.
“Its half past two.” She wrapped her robe around her waist and blinked.
“Should I have booked an appointment?” He tone was acrid.
“No…I mean…. I..” She finally gave up and unfastened the belt around her. “Alright.”
Once the robe fell to the floor, his eyes lowered to study her shapely hour-glass figure. They’d been in this arrangement for over a year now. And everything had been working well. No strings. No commitments. No dating. No fucking emotions. Just pure sex and nothing more.
She was rather attractive. Hot! He’d say on an average day. Way hotter than most women modelling at his agency. But Lavanya Kashyap wasn’t a model. She was his friend, and also his PR director.
He hadn’t hired her for her gorgeous shapely ass. He’d hired her became she had brains and a sauve personality that matched her sultry curves.
La was a dream most men would have wanted to own. And he was the man who had her at his beck and call. At work and during the wee hours of the morning too.
But he was a thorough professional. And so was she thankfully. At work they kept their affairs strictly business. And outside work, it was an arrangement that worked without any glitches. She understood his needs. And he satisfied every one of hers.
No dating, no romancing, just pure sex.
“Where do you want me?” Everything they did was so mechanical. Like a well rehearsed dance. Each partner knowing how to move to the tune of the other. Although he was the one who did most of the moving, pounding more like.
Gazing at him with those sexy sex-filled eyes, she swayed her hips and strode up to him.
This was what he loved the most about her. No faffing, no foreplay, no fucking wasting time. It was all about acting on instincts, to fulfil a need, a bodily function. Like eating, or sleeping or taking a shower.
A smirk titled up his mouth as he watched her sway her sexy hips more than necessary. This was what he needed. Now he’d finally flush out the malady that had infected his mind and his body. Mainly his body.
But when she stepped closer and wrapped the length of her arms around her neck, he frowned.
He felt nothing. Abo-fucking-lutely. Nothing.
With his brows knit in worry, he slowly slid his gaze down to her chest. Her breasts were shapely, not too big, but perfect. More then perfect. And they’d seemed reasonably ample whenever he’d cupped them in his hand.
But they weren’t real. Not that she’d ever mentioned it, but he knew, given how they lacked the natural bounce that came with real breasts.
And lately he’s seen some real gorgeous well-endowed breasts. His palm tingled at the memory of those breasts again. And he wanted to grab them in his hand and knead them till that doe-eyed girl who had bewitched him moaned and begged him for him.
Cupping La’s breasts in one hand, he frowned. His hands were used to something different now. The breasts he craved for had been satin smooth, those nipples tauter, and Khushi’s reluctance to give herself way sweeter. Bloody vixen, he muttered under his breath.
“Hmm…shall I.” Seeing what the problem was, La sank to her knees and worked at his pants, and his now fully flaccid erection.
Until a few minutes ago, while he’d been fidgeting restlessly outside her door, the man in his trousers had been raging hard.
But now he couldn’t feel him.
Not even when he felt her fingers around him, did he feel a hint of heat in his body. There wasn’t even a sizzle, let alone fireworks.
“Stop.” He snapped the moment she was about to wrap her lips around him.
“But…you came.”
“Go back to sleep.” And just like that, he leaned to pick his hoodie, threw it over his back and strode out of her apartment and disappeared into the black of the night just as mysteriously as he had appeared.
But no sooner than his reached the lane leading towards his house, did Khushi’s quivering mouth flash before him and he was hard again.
“You fucker!” He glanced down at himself.
Once he was parked, he threw his head back into his seat and swore every filthy word that he could think of at himself. Mainly the aching hard-on poking out of his sweats.
“What the fuck is the matter with you?” He looked at at himself again.
This wasn’t going to help. He needed help. He needed her. He needed Khushi.
Jumping out of his car, he sprinted up the stairs and hit the gym next door to his room.
Thirty minutes of non-stop running, followed by thirty more minutes of weighs and forty minutes of hard-core swimming had him sweating and panting. But his erection wouldn’t calm.
This was torture. Worst than the worst kind he’d ever been made to live.
“Cold Shower.” Nodding, he stood under the cold shower in his bathroom. But the boner wouldn’t disappear.
“Fuck!” There was only one way out.
He clasped himself in his hand and closed his eyes. Her face flashed. Everything was in his slow motion. Except the hand that was jerking at him furiously.
Every memory flashed before him. The way she slipped down the podium, the way he leapt at her, the way she crashed into his arms, the way her curves melted into him, the way he felt the weight of her ass in his hands. The way her lips quivered, the way her hot breaths felt on his cheek, and eventually the way his nails tore into the smooth soft skin of her breasts.
Her voice echoed in his head, her bangles jingled somewhere at the back of his mind, and he realised she had a mole just where the skin around her nipples darkened.
And placing his hand on the tiled wall, he imagined his tongue flicking around her nubs, his teeth biting into them till they pebbled in his mouth, and his fingers pinching and twisting them till she screamed in pleasure.
“ARGH KHUSHI!!!” Hissing her name out loud from between tightly gritted teeth, he jerked furiously till he came hard.
He collapsed on the wall before him and panted. A gush of release swept through him. His brains crawled out of his groin and back into his skull. The water continued to rain all over him. And he slowly stood up on his feet and turned the heat up, so the hot water could wash off his sweat and the tension in his muscles.
But just as he was done scrubbing himself with soap, he was hard again.
“ARGH!” he groaned in despair. Yes, he was infamous for his sexual prowess, but this was way beyond anything he’d ever felt before.
He decided to get to down to work again. This time imagining what her plump sweet lips would feel like wrapped around the length of his arousal. Sweet. Very sweet. It didn’t take him too long to get himself off on that fantasy.
Ten minutes later, it was imagining her tied to his bed, then it was about getting on his plane and forcing himself into her room in the middle of of the night, to surprisingly find her naked and waiting in her bed.
Three more times, and he was literally on his knees, spent, exhausted, barely able to move.
But his fucking arousal wouldn’t calm.
Could someone deliver him from this torture! Utterly exhausted, he looked up to the heavens.
Eventually he managed to drag himself out of the bathroom naked, without even bothering to wrap himself in a towel and crawled into his bed.
Fucking doe like eyes! He groaned. If only he could meet his father and share his despair.
All that jerking should have knocked his body off to sleep. But ten minutes later, he found himself tossing and turning, still horny like a dog.
There was one remedy, and one only.
He unfurled his sheets and sat up. Pulling his phone, he made that all important call.
The phone rang, two rings later, a voice answered. “FUCK ASR its almost Four!”
“Riya, La’s assistant. When is she due?”
“What?” The man on the other side groaned.
“When is Riya due to have her baby?”
“You called me at quarter to four for this?”
“Send her a letter right now telling her not to come to work from tomorrow.” Arnav was pacing his room like a hungry beast.
“What?”
“Send it to her now. I don’t want her in my office tomorrow.”
“ASR, even if I do send her the email now, she won’t see it till she’s at work at nine.”
“Well, then send it to her asking her to pack and leave by eleven.”
“Okaaayyy!” There was long sigh. “Anything else…”
“Nope.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Hmm.”
“What gotten into your pants this early in the morning?”
“Nothing…hmm. You answered my call on the second ring, Aman. Why the fuck are you awake at this hour anyways?”
“I’ve barely slept.” Aman groaned.
“Why’s that?”
“Wife’s not home….she’s at her mum’s….and I’m here…alone.”
“Oh!” So he was not the only one suffering with a severe case of blue balls. Only that his balls had now probably turned blue after the amount of jerking he’d already done.
“Fine. See you at work. Get some sleep. Got a busy day ahead.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Aman sighed before ending the call.
He glanced down at himself. Sleep had long evaded him. Maybe hitting the gym was the only alternative now. But being locked in a room felt suffocating.
He pulled out his sweat pants and slipped into his trainers. It was time for a run.
And it was also time to set in motion the next leg of his plan.
“I’m doing all this for you mate.” Glaring down at the raging man in his trousers, he locked his door behind him and ran down the stairs and out of the door.
Author’s note
Hello my dear readers,
This chapter is one of the most hilarious chapters ever, for we never got to see Arnav suffer for Khushi this way. This also defines the relationship he shared with La, so there is no confusion there as far as the plot for Set Me Ablaze goes.
As of Arnav, it’s time he suffers some more and craves for the beauty who has taken his heart away.
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