Chapter 2: Teasing Flames

Priya tugged the pallu of her silk saree loose across her chest. She pulled the fabric down an inch more. Her fingers twisted the edge slow. Aryan pushed through the doorway into her room. He clamped his hands onto her waist right away. Strong fingers squeezed the soft skin under the saree drape. Priya stepped back one step. She kept her eyes on his face. Heat rushed through her body from his touch. She twisted the fabric teasingly between her fingers. Aryan kicked the door shut with his heel. The latch clicked soft. He scanned the room quick. Her bed sat against the far wall with pillows stacked neat. Wardrobe doors stood half-open from when she changed. Mirror reflected the dim lamp light from the side table.

Priya let the pallu slip lower. It exposed her midriff now. Smooth skin showed above the petticoat tie. She stepped back another pace toward the bed. Aryan followed close. His chest almost touched hers. Priya looked up at him. She saw the hunger in his eyes. Memories hit her from last Diwali. He grabbed her hand during the rangoli patterns in the courtyard. Parents laughed nearby. He pulled her behind the pillar quick. His lips brushed her neck for two seconds. She shivered then. Same shiver ran down her now. But parents talked marriage tonight. She heard them clear. Rajesh uncle's son waited out there somewhere in the future.

Aryan pulled her closer. His fingers dug into the soft skin above her petticoat. He pressed his body against hers full. Hard muscle pushed into her curves. Priya shoved his chest with both palms. She broke his grip hard. Fabric rustled as she straightened her pallu fast. She covered her chest again. "Aryan, stop," she said. She stepped sideways toward the bed. Her bare feet padded on the cool tile floor. "Family duty comes first. You know that."

Aryan stood tall. He blocked her path to the bed. Priya tried to slip past him. He advanced two steps. She backed up until her back hit the wall near the wardrobe. Rough plaster pressed into her shoulders. Aryan pinned her shoulders to the wall with one hand. He held her firm. His other hand trailed down her saree folds. Fingers parted the pleats slow. He cupped between her thighs over the fabric. Priya sucked in a breath. Warmth spread there from his palm.

"Your body betrays you," Aryan said low. He slid his fingers under her petticoat edge. Rough tips rubbed firm against her damp underwear. Priya gasped sharp. Her hands gripped his shirt front. Fingers twisted the white kurta cloth. Aryan dropped to his knees slow. He bunched her saree up to her hips with both hands now. Silk fabric gathered in folds around her waist. He pulled her underwear aside quick. Hot mouth pressed against her. Tongue circled the sensitive spot first. Priya's knees buckled a bit. She gripped his hair now.

Aryan sucked hard on her folds. Tongue probed deep inside. He bit light on the swollen nub. "Teri chut kitni geeli hai, Priya," he muttered against her skin. Hot breath hit her wetness. Priya moaned soft. Pleasure shot up her legs. "Bhaiya... ahh," she whispered. She spread her legs wider. One foot shifted on the tile.

He licked faster. Tongue flicked the clit quick. Sucked again with pull. Bit gentle on the inner lips. "Bol na, kitna pasand hai mera muh teri choot pe," Aryan said. He looked up at her. Eyes locked on her face.

Priya nodded fast. She pulled his hair tighter. "Haan, bhaiya... bahut accha lag raha hai." Waves built inside her. She rocked her hips forward. Pushed against his mouth.

Aryan grabbed her thighs. Fingers dug in. He spread them more. Tongue dove in deep. Sucked the juices loud. "Chus raha hoon teri rasili choot. Aur geela kar de," he growled.

She bit her lip. Looked down at him. "Mat rukna... jor se chus." Pleasure made her voice shake.

Priya tugged the pallu again. She let it fall loose over her shoulder this time. Fingers played with the fabric while Aryan worked below. She glanced at the door. Listened for footsteps in the hall. Parents ate dinner still. Kamla's laugh carried faint from the courtyard. Priya shushed Aryan quick. He ignored it. Tongue circled harder. Priya arched her back off the wall. Wardrobe handle poked her side. She shifted left. Aryan followed with his mouth. Sucked deep.

She thought of the dinner table. His foot on her ankle. Words in her ear. "You're mine first." Heat from that moment mixed with now. She wanted more. But marriage talk stopped her earlier. She shoved his shoulders light before. Now she pulled him closer. "Aryan, parents shaadi fix kar rahe hain," she said between gasps. "Rajesh uncle ke bete se."

Aryan lifted his head one second. Lips glistened. "Fuck that rishta," he said. Dove back in. Bit her clit soft. Tongue probed the entrance.

Priya gripped the wardrobe edge behind her. Knuckles turned white. "Par family honor... Papa ko bura lagega." She rocked into his face. Wet sounds filled the room.

He sucked louder. Fingers joined now. One slid inside her. Pumped slow. "Teri yeh choot sirf meri hai. Koi aur nahi chhuega." Thumb rubbed her nub while tongue licked around.

Priya moaned louder. She covered her mouth with one hand. Other tangled in his hair. Pleasure climbed high. Legs shook. "Haan bhaiya... sirf teri." She pushed her hips forward hard.

Aryan added second finger. Stretched her. Sucked the clit between teeth. Nibbled light. "Cum on my mouth, randi behen. De de mujhe apna ras."

She bucked against him. "Aa raha hai... chus jor se!" Body tensed.

Priya twisted the pallu more. Let it slip to her elbow. Blouse strained across her chest. Nipples hardened under the fabric. She pinched one through the cloth. Rolled it between fingers. Aryan saw. He growled low. Tongue lashed faster.

Memories flashed again. Last Diwali kitchen. He cornered her near the stove. Hand under her dupatta. Fingers rubbed quick while Ma called from hall. She came silent then. Same build now. Priya breathed fast. "Bhaiya, yaad hai Diwali? Wahan tune touch kiya tha."

Aryan hummed against her. Vibration hit deep. "Haan, aur ab pura kha raha hoon." Fingers curled inside. Hit the spot.

Priya's free hand slapped the wall light. Wardrobe rattled. She froze. Listened. Silence outside. Relaxed. Pushed back into him. "Aur andar... haan wahan." Juices dripped down her thigh.

He lapped them up. Sucked greedy. "Teri choot ka taste best hai. Roz chakhunga."

She smiled down. Pulled his head tighter. "Roz aa jaa raat ko. Par shaadi nahi hone dungi." Conflict twisted inside. Duty pulled one way. This pulled harder.

Aryan bit harder. Fingers pumped fast. "Shaadi mat kar. Mere lund se chudegi hamesha." Tongue flicked nonstop.

Priya gasped. "Haan... tere lund ka intezaar hai." Peak neared. She ground on his face.

He spread her wider. Nose pressed into her mound. Sucked whole folds in. Fingers twisted.

"Bas... aa gaya!" Priya cried soft. Body shook.

But Aryan kept going. Tongue probed through the waves. "Aur de, Priya. Pura nikal."

Priya rode it out. Legs quivered. "Mat ruk... kitna maza aa raha hai bhaiya."

Aryan looked up again. "Bol kitna geela kiya tune mera muh. Saaf kar de ab."

Priya laughed breathy. Pulled him up slow. No, he stayed down. Dove back. "Abhi nahi. Aur chahiye," she said. Pushed his face deeper.

He chuckled against her. Vibration sparked new waves. Fingers slid out. Replaced by tongue full. "Le mera muh teri choot ka ghulam."

Priya nodded. Gripped both sides of his head. "Haan ghulam bana de... chus non-stop." Pleasure rolled fresh.

She glanced at mirror. Saw her saree bunched high. His head buried between thighs. Blouse half-open from her pinches. Wild sight. Turned her on more. "Dekh mirror mein... kitni hot lag rahi hoon teri wajah se."

Aryan glanced side. Growled approval. Bit her thigh light. Back to clit. Sucked vacuum hard.

Priya moaned. "Aise hi... bite kar thoda." Hips bucked.

He nipped the skin. Tongue soothed. "Teri yeh tight choot. Lund andar dalunga jaldi."

Priya shivered. "Jaldi daal de na abhi." Teased him.

Aryan shook head. Fingers back in. Three now. Stretched wide. "Pehle yahan se cum kar dobara."

She obeyed. Built fast again. "Haan bhaiya... teri ungliyan perfect."

Talk flowed dirty. Priya enjoyed every word. Every lick. "Aur bol... kya karega mere saath?"

Aryan sucked. Spoke between. "Tujhe chodunga roz. Saree faad ke."

Priya grinned. "Haan faad de... abhi kar."