I should have turned around the moment the auto stopped outside his building in Koramangala. The driver was already glancing at me in the mirror, waiting. My phone was warm in my hand. Arjun’s message was still open on the screen: Parents left for Coorg this morning. Door’s open if you want to come. No pressure.
No pressure. I almost laughed. Three months of late-night calls, of him waiting downstairs with chai when my shift ended at nine-thirty, of that kiss in his car outside the café on 100 Feet Road that had left me wet and angry with myself all the way home. I was twenty-three. I still lived with my parents in Jayanagar. I still picked up every call from my mother before ten because she would start imagining accidents otherwise. I had never let a boy’s hand stay under my clothes. I had touched myself a few times in the bathroom with the door locked and the tap running, quick and guilty, and then washed my hands twice.
Tonight I had still put a spare kurti and a toothbrush in my bag.
The lift smelled faintly of someone’s leftover sambar. On the fifth floor his door was open just enough for light to spill into the corridor. I pushed it and stepped inside. Arjun was standing near the small table in a black t-shirt and grey shorts, barefoot. He looked at me for a long second, then closed the door and turned the lock. The click felt louder than it should have.
“You came,” he said.
“You left the door open.”
He didn’t smile. “I didn’t think you would.”
“I almost didn’t.” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “My mother called twice on the way.”
“What did you tell her?”
“That I’m at Nisha’s. Nisha knows.”
He nodded once. Then he stepped closer and kissed me. Not the careful kiss from the car. This one was open and hungry from the start. His tongue slid against mine and a small sound escaped me before I could stop it. My bag slipped off my shoulder. His hands went under my kurti immediately, warm palms on my waist.
“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” he said against my mouth. “Every time you said goodnight on the phone.”
“Me too,” I admitted. The words felt dangerous. “I just… I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“We’ll go slow. You tell me everything. What feels good. What doesn’t. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He walked me backward until my legs hit the sofa. I sat. Arjun pulled my kurti over my head and unhooked my bra. Cool air hit my skin and then his mouth was on my breast, sucking hard. I gasped and grabbed his hair.
“Arjun—”
“Too much?”
“No. Just… no one has ever…”
“I know.” He looked up at me. “I’ll be careful. But I want to taste you. Can I?”
I nodded because my voice wasn’t working properly. He pushed my jeans and panties down. When I was naked he dropped to his knees between my thighs, spread me with his thumbs, and licked straight up my slit. My whole body jerked.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “That— oh god.”
He did it again, slower. “You’re already so wet.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.” He closed his mouth over my clit and sucked while two fingers pushed inside me. I was tight. The stretch burned for a second and then turned sharp and good. He curled his fingers. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s not. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He kept going, steady and filthy, the wet sounds loud in the quiet flat. My thighs started shaking. I came with a sharp cry, one hand over my mouth, hips grinding against his face. When it faded I was breathing hard, embarrassed and still throbbing.
He stood up and wiped his mouth. “You taste good.”
“Arjun.”
“What? You do.” He pushed his shorts down. His cock was thick, already wet at the tip. I stared. “You’ve never seen one before, have you?”
“Not like this. Not… real.”
“Touch it if you want.”
I reached out. It was hotter than I expected, smoother. When I wrapped my fingers around him he made a low sound. “Like that?”
“Yeah. Just like that.” He let me stroke him for a few seconds, then gently moved my hand. “If you keep doing that I won’t last. And I want to be inside you. Only if you still want.”
“I want it,” I said. My heart was pounding. “I’m scared it will hurt. But I still want it.”
“It will hurt a little at the start. I’ll go slow. You say stop and I stop. Promise.”
“Okay.”
He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Only the streetlight came through the curtains. He pushed me onto the bed, rolled a condom on, and climbed over me. The head of his cock pressed against me. I was still wet from earlier.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He pushed in. The first inch burned sharp. I dug my nails into his shoulders and made a sound I didn’t recognise.
“Breathe,” he said against my neck. “I’ve got you.”
“It’s— it’s a lot.”
“I know. Tell me when I can move.”
I waited until the worst of the sting eased. “Okay. More. Slowly.”
He pushed deeper. Halfway in I gasped. “Arjun—”
“Too much?”
“No. Just… you’re big. I can feel everything.”
“You’re so tight,” he muttered. “Fuck, Ananya. So tight.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist. “All of it. Please. I want all of it.”
He sank the rest of the way in one long thrust. I cried out. He was buried deep, stretching me open until I could feel him everywhere. For a moment neither of us moved.
“You okay?” he asked, voice strained.
“Yes. Move. Please move.”
He pulled almost all the way out and drove back in. The bed hit the wall. “Like that?”
“Yes. Harder. I didn’t think I would want it harder, but I do.”
He fucked me in deep strokes, one hand between us rubbing my clit. Every thrust made a wet sound. I kept making small noises I couldn’t control.
“You feel so good,” he said against my ear. “So fucking good. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Me too. God, me too. Don’t stop.”
The second orgasm hit while he was deep inside me. I came with a loud moan, clenching hard around him, nails dragging down his back.
“Fuck, you’re coming,” he groaned. “I can feel it.”
He didn’t stop. He pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and pulled my hips up. “This okay?”
“Yes. Do it.”
He pushed back inside from behind. The new angle made him feel even bigger. He gripped my hips and started fucking me hard.
“Arjun— oh god— right there—”
“Here?” He adjusted and thrust deeper. “You like it like this?”
“Yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I came a third time with my face in the pillow, whole body shaking. He pulled out, ripped the condom off, and came across my lower back in hot stripes, groaning my name.
We lay there afterward, breathing hard. He cleaned me with a warm cloth, gentle now. When he lay back down I turned into him.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah. It hurt at first. Then it didn’t. Then it felt… a lot. More than I thought it would.”
“I was worried I was hurting you.”
“You were. A little. But I didn’t want you to stop.” I paused. “I’ve never felt like that before. Not even when I… you know. By myself.”
His hand slid down my stomach. “Want me to make you feel it again?”
“Yes.”
He went down on me slowly this time, licking me open, sucking my clit while his fingers curled inside me. I was sensitive but I didn’t want him to stop.
“Arjun… I’m going to—”
“Let it come. I’ve got you.”
I came again, softer, thighs shaking around his head. Afterward he pulled me on top of him.
“Ride me,” he said. “I want to watch you.”
I sank down on him slowly. “It’s still a lot.”
“Take your time. You control it.”
I started moving. Small rocks at first, then longer strokes. His hands stayed on my hips.
“You look so good like this,” he said. “Fucking yourself on my cock. Tell me how it feels.”
“Full. Deep. Like I can feel you everywhere.” I rode him harder. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay. Keep going. I want to feel you come again.”
When I did, he came with me, holding me tight, both of us shaking. We stayed like that for a long time, his cock still inside me, his hands moving slowly on my back.
“Stay tonight,” he said against my hair.
“My mother will call.”
“Tell her you’re at Nisha’s. Stay.”
I closed my eyes. Between my legs I could still feel the ache of him. I was sore. I was no longer a virgin. And for the first time, the thought of going home felt less important than staying right where I was.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll stay.”