The bar had quieted down. Shanaya stepped out alone, heels clicking against the pavement, the city night wrapping around her like a blanket. She was buzzed, but not drunk. Just enough to feel the heat still pulsing between her legs from the conversation and whiskey earlier.
She was waiting for her cab when she saw someone walking toward her from across the street.
"Rish?" she squinted.
He smirked. "Shanaya."
She grinned, surprised. "When the hell did you get into town?"
"Just this weekend."
They didn't bother with small talk. He stepped closer, and she met him halfway. A tight hug. Warm. Familiar.
Then he looked straight into her eyes and asked without skipping a beat, "Sex?"
She raised an eyebrow. Smiled. "Yes."
No hesitation.
They stumbled into the hotel room, hands all over each other before the door even shut.
Shanaya backed him up against the wall and kissed him hard. He responded instantly, tongue deep in her mouth, hands sliding up her shirt. She moaned as he pulled it over her head and unclasped her bra. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest as he leaned down and sucked on her nipples, fingers already working on her jeans.
She tugged his pants down, and they fell into the bed in a tangle of clothes and breathless laughter.
Rish hovered above her, her legs spread wide under him. He slid his cock against her wet slit and pushed in slowly.
"Ahh… Rish," she gasped, digging her nails into his back.
He didn't stop. He started thrusting—slow and deep at first, then faster.
"Rish… it's hurting—" she panted.
"Want me to stop?"
"No," she said, eyes locked on his. "Keep going."
He pounded harder, gripping her thighs, burying himself deep. She moaned louder, matching his pace, eyes rolling back.
Then he slowed, pulled out, and kissed down her body—licking her neck, biting her nipples, trailing kisses to her belly.
He slid between her legs and buried his face in her pussy.
"Fuck…" Shanaya moaned, grabbing the sheets, her body trembling as he licked her slowly, then faster, circling her clit and sucking it like he knew exactly what she needed.
She arched her back. Her breath caught.
"Ohhh… yaaa…" she groaned.
And then—she came hard. Her whole body tensed, legs shaking, a splash of wet release covering his face.
He looked up, grinning.
Still breathing heavy, Shanaya laughed. "Still know how to fuck like you mean it."
"Still taste like heaven," he replied, licking his lips.
But she wasn't done.
She pushed him back down on the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his chest.
She slid down and took his half-hard cock into her mouth, licking slowly from base to tip, like it was an ice cream cone. His body twitched as she wrapped her lips around it and sucked.
He groaned, placing his hand on her head, guiding her pace.
She went deeper, her mouth warm and wet. He started thrusting into her mouth, holding her head, fucking her face gently.
His cock got rock hard again.
She pulled off, wiped her mouth, then straddled his hips.
Without warning, she guided him back inside her and sank down, taking every inch.
She started riding—fast and wild—grinding, bouncing, her hands on his chest for support. Her tits bounced in front of him, and he reached up, grabbing them as she moaned louder with every thrust.
He gripped her waist and thrust up into her, matching her rhythm.
They were drenched in sweat, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls.
It was hot, messy, raw.
Eventually, they both collapsed beside each other, breathless and spent.
They stared at the ceiling, the fan spinning lazily above.
After a long pause, Rish whispered, "So… how does this work now?"
Shanaya, still catching her breath, said flatly, "Same old, same old. Fuck, forget, repeat."
He turned his head to look at her. She didn't look back.
Silence returned.
They both lay still, their naked bodies tangled under the sheets, eyes open, minds quiet.
The night outside rolled on.