Chapter 25
Later that day, Mantra was in her bedroom packing her bag for her stay at Yash’s place when Samar came into Mantra’s room with her cheeks flushed.
“Why do you look like a tomato?”
Samar giggled turning a deeper red. “He is here.”
“Yash? Okay… why are you blushing?” Mantra shook her head.
“He said he is here for his girl.”
“Oh… stop blushing.” She laughed zipping the last section of the duffle bag and headed out of her bedroom, Samar shuffling behind her like a shy puppy.
Yash always had a way to charm anyone. She was glad she had her bestie’s approval. He had an effect on her that made her wonder if she was thinking straight. His effect was like a potent drug that was introduced into her bloodstream the moment she laid eyes on his hot ass. That high had transformed into something different, something softer the last few weeks.
“Hey, babe.” Yash planted a kiss on her forehead taking her bag from her.
“I’ll miss you, Mantra,” Samar pouted hugging her.
“You know I’ll miss you, too.” She patted her friend on her back.
“Yeah, right!” Samar giggled.
“You take care. I will call to check if you finished your meals.” Mantra winked.
“Okay, mommy,” her friend retorted.
“I’ll see you at school.” She waved to her friend following Yash to his car.
His royal blue beast stood awaiting their return taking up two parking spots.
“Are you ever going to get your car fixed?” She laughed as he placed her bags under the hood of the car that had a rear engine.
“I don’t know if I am ready to part with that scratch on the rear… reminds me of what a wildcat you are when you are all mine.” He nipped her ear making her pool between her legs.
“Too wild for you to handle?” she drawled sliding into the passenger seat of one of the most desired vehicles.
“Not wild enough yet,” he mocked.
“Really?” She ran her palm along his thigh from his knee before cupping the bulge at his crotch.
His hissed breath told her she gave him enough to keep him a step behind. “Do you think you can drive while I blow you?”
“Fuck it! I’m getting someone to drive us if we are going out together,” he growled making her laugh.
“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” She ran her fingertips over his bulge that was expanding.
“How about I tell you all about that when we get home?”
“Okay.” She shrugged.
“You don’t want me talking when all I can think about doing is ripping your clothes off.” His teeth were clenched as if he was trying hard not to lose control.
“Fine, we can talk when we get home,” she purred.
Ten minutes of silence later, he pulled into an underground parking lot she had not seen at his place. The three-car garage lit up as he pulled his car in next to the most rugged Mercedes SUV and a smoldering bike she had not seen before.
“You are more interesting than I thought you were,” she rasped, pushing up the door on the Lamborghini in a hurry to inspect the sleek motorbike.
“That’s my latest acquisition.” He smirked.
“Wow, very cool.”
In her haste to get out of the low-slung car, she let one of the handles of her large tote fall off her shoulder, and a few of the items rolled out of it.
“Dang!” She watched the things roll around and bent to pick them up before she could drool over the bike.
“The bike isn’t running away you know?” he teased walking toward her.
“I know, but that is a cool bike.” She placed the items that rolled out of her tote back inside.
“What is that jar?”
“This one?” She pulled out the jar of her favorite almond butter and showed it to him. “It’s my favorite nut butter.”
His eyebrow arched up. “Better than peanut butter or Nutella?”
“I was advised to stay away from peanuts after my allergy episode, so it’s my new peanut butter, and I love it. I think this is better than peanut butter.” She placed it back in her tote and started to walk toward the bike only to be yanked back by her wrist, her chest crashing into his.
“Really? That good?” he teased slinging his arm around her.
“Oh… it is the eat-standing-up, fridge-door-open, right-out-of-the-jar good. It’s a superfood I recommend to my patients as part of their therapy. It’s a testosterone booster, not that you need it, but you should try it one of these days.” She was coy, but her eyes danced at him.
“Any objection to me trying it right now?” He brushed his lips against her smiling ones.
“Sure, what do you have at home to go with it?” she mumbled against his demanding lips.
“You! I have you,” he grunted pushing her back against the side of the car.
She moaned when he left her lips to go on his knees in front of her. She dropped her tote on the floor of the dimly-lit garage after pulling out the jar of the most delicious cinnamon almond butter.
“How much do you think I should start with?” he looked up pulling open the clasp to swiftly pull down her jeans and panties together.
She dipped her finger into the jar and scooped out a pea-size chunk of the almond butter.
“Choose wisely, sweetheart. I will stop as soon as I run out of the almond butter,” his voice was hoarse making her swallow while her body came to life.
She dipped her finger one more time and scooped up a lot more. She would die of unhappiness if he ran out of almond butter before she came while his tongue was on duty.
“Good amount.” He chuckled. “I need you to put the almond butter where you want my tongue. I will not taste any other spot.”
She shuddered at the command in his voice but managed to hold his intense gaze as she took her trembling fingers to her folds. She didn’t want him anywhere else but for his face to be buried between her legs.
He smiled, a devious touch to it as she ran her finger into the depths of her pleasure cave and over her throbbing clit.
“Good choice of location,” he snorted taking her fingers into his mouth to suck it clean before nuzzling her folds. He pushed her ass further into the side of the car with his palms on her thighs.
She stood looking down at the thick mat of dark hair, her stomach coiled in anticipation of the pleasure that was sure to rip her to shreds. She winced when the tip of his tongue made the initial contact with her clit coated in the smooth and creamy richness of the butter. She let her head fall back when she felt him devour the silky smoothness triggering waves of electricity through her body.
“So, good,” he hummed sucking her clit between his lips taking in every bit of the almond butter and turning her knees to the same consistency.
The waves of pleasure surged, and her back fell onto the top of the low-slung car making her feel grateful for the extra few inches she had on her. He lifted her feet off the floor pulling her legs over his shoulders as he hungrily licked every single creamy layer.
She moaned grabbing his thick hair when she felt her climax building up.
“Yash…” It was his signal to slow down so she could reach her peak slowly and steadily enjoy every moment of the journey, but he continued his assault. She called out his name again, her voice a plea, as she got closer to her eruption too fast.
“I still have a lot of almond butter,” he mumbled sucking her clit between his teeth.
“I can wash it off, please slow down. I am going to die of a heart attack,” she begged, her body writhing with an uncontrollable amount of thrill that set her ablaze. She embraced the new dimension. She floated as he continued his assault with peak after peak hitting her like a storm surge hit a beach for a catastrophic yet delectable experience.