24-06-2025, 08:45 PM
Chapter 3:
The next day, the library was quiet, the air thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Priya sat at a table in the corner, her fingers nervously tapping against the wooden surface. She glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, her heart racing as she waited for Gowtham to arrive. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, desire, and a strange sense of anticipation that she couldn’t quite shake.
When he finally appeared, walking toward her with that confident stride of his, Priya felt her breath catch in her throat. He looked as handsome as ever, his sharp features softened by the dim light filtering through the windows. His eyes locked onto hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
“You came,” he said, his voice low and smooth as he slid into the seat beside her. His knee brushed against hers under the table, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body.
“I… I didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. She tried to sound defiant, but the way her body reacted to his presence betrayed her true feelings.
Gowtham smirked, leaning in closer until his lips were just inches from her ear. “You always have a choice, Priya. But I think we both know what you really want.”
Before she could respond, he stood up and held out his hand. “Come with me.”
Priya hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. But then, almost against her will, she placed her hand in his and let him lead her deeper into the library, to a secluded corner hidden behind rows of towering bookshelves. The space was small and intimate, the only sound the soft rustling of pages and their own breathing.
Gowtham turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire as he cupped her face in his hands. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “Do you know that?”
Priya’s breath hitched, her body responding to his touch in ways she couldn’t control. She wanted to protest, to push him away and demand answers, but all she could do was stare up at him, her lips parted in anticipation.
And then he kissed her, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that left her weak in the knees. His hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. Priya moaned softly into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as the kiss deepened.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Gowtham’s eyes were filled with a mixture of satisfaction and something else—something darker, more primal. He reached down and took her hand, guiding it to the front of his pants.
“Feel that?” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “That’s what you do to me.”
Priya’s eyes widened as she felt the hard length of him beneath her fingers. Her heart raced, and she couldn’t help but wonder how something so… big could possibly fit inside her. The thought sent a wave of heat rushing through her body, and she found herself wanting to explore more.
Gowtham seemed to sense her curiosity, because he stepped back slightly and began to unbuckle his belt. Priya watched, her breath coming in short gasps as he pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his fully erect cock. Her eyes widened even further as she took in the sight of him—thick and long, with veins running along the shaft and a glistening bead of precum at the tip.
“Go on,” he urged, his voice low and commanding. “Touch it.”
Priya hesitated for only a moment before reaching out and wrapping her fingers around him. She gasped at the feel of him—hot and hard, yet velvety smooth against her skin. She began to stroke him slowly, her movements tentative at first but growing more confident as she felt him twitch in her hand.
Gowtham groaned softly, his head falling back as he enjoyed the sensation. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that.”
Encouraged by his reaction, Priya leaned down and tentatively licked the tip of his cock, tasting the salty tang of his precum. Gowtham’s breath hitched, and he tangled his fingers in her hair, gently guiding her mouth down onto him.
Priya’s eyes fluttered closed as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate his size. She moved slowly at first, unsure of what she was doing but eager to please. As she gained confidence, she began to bob her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each pass.
Gowtham’s groans grew louder, his grip on her hair tightening as he thrust gently into her mouth. “Fuck, Priya,” he muttered. “You’re so good at this.”
Priya felt a surge of pride at his words, and she redoubled her efforts, using her tongue to swirl around the tip of his cock as she sucked him. The taste of him was intoxicating, and she found herself craving more.
But then Gowtham pulled away, leaving her panting and desperate for more. He lifted her up onto the table, spreading her legs wide and positioning himself between them. His fingers trailed up her thighs, pushing her skirt up until it bunched around her waist.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. Priya whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily as he teased her.
Gowtham hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, tossing them aside. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
And then his fingers were on her, sliding through her slick folds and finding her clit with unerring accuracy. Priya gasped, her back arching off the table as he began to rub slow, deliberate circles around the sensitive nub.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her hands clutching at the edge of the table for support. “Gowtham…”
He didn’t respond, too focused on the task at hand. His fingers moved faster, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild. Priya’s moans grew louder, echoing through the empty library as she teetered on the edge of orgasm.
But just as she was about to tip over the edge, Gowtham stopped, leaving her panting and desperate. He stepped back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want to see you come on my cock.”
Priya whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation as Gowtham positioned himself at her entrance. He pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move. “You’re so tight.”
Priya cried out as he thrust into her, the sensation overwhelming as he filled her completely. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he set a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
But then a voice cut through the haze of pleasure, sharp and mocking.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Both Gowtham and Priya froze, their heads snapping toward the source of the voice. Divya stood there, a smirk playing on her lips as she took in the scene before her.
“Divya…” Priya stammered, her face flushing with embarrassment.
Divya crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at Priya. “So this is what you’ve been up to? Letting Gowtham fuck you in the library like some cheap slut?”
Priya’s eyes widened in shock, but before she could respond, Divya continued.
“You think you’re so special, don’t you? But you’re nothing more than a toy for him to play with.”
Gowtham stepped back slightly, his expression unreadable as he watched the exchange. Priya felt a pang of hurt at his silence, but she quickly pushed it aside as Divya’s words continued to cut deep.
“You’re pathetic,” Divya sneered. “Always trying to control everything, but look at you now—spread out on a table like a whore.”
Priya’s eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she just sat there, feeling exposed and vulnerable as Divya’s cruel words echoed in her ears.
Divya turned to Gowtham, her smirk widening. “And you… I thought you had better taste than this.”
Gowtham’s jaw tightened, but he still didn’t say anything. Divya shook her head in mock disappointment before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving Priya and Gowtham alone once more.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing. Priya looked up at Gowtham, her eyes searching his for some kind of reassurance.
But all she found was a cold emptiness that made her heart sink.
“Gowtham…” she whispered, her voice trembling.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he simply pulled out of her and began to adjust his clothes, his movements mechanical and detached.
Priya felt a lump form in her throat as she watched him. “Gowtham, please…”
But he didn’t even look at her as he turned and walked away.......................................................................................
The next day, the library was quiet, the air thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Priya sat at a table in the corner, her fingers nervously tapping against the wooden surface. She glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, her heart racing as she waited for Gowtham to arrive. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, desire, and a strange sense of anticipation that she couldn’t quite shake.
When he finally appeared, walking toward her with that confident stride of his, Priya felt her breath catch in her throat. He looked as handsome as ever, his sharp features softened by the dim light filtering through the windows. His eyes locked onto hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
“You came,” he said, his voice low and smooth as he slid into the seat beside her. His knee brushed against hers under the table, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body.
“I… I didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” she replied, her voice trembling slightly. She tried to sound defiant, but the way her body reacted to his presence betrayed her true feelings.
Gowtham smirked, leaning in closer until his lips were just inches from her ear. “You always have a choice, Priya. But I think we both know what you really want.”
Before she could respond, he stood up and held out his hand. “Come with me.”
Priya hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. But then, almost against her will, she placed her hand in his and let him lead her deeper into the library, to a secluded corner hidden behind rows of towering bookshelves. The space was small and intimate, the only sound the soft rustling of pages and their own breathing.
Gowtham turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire as he cupped her face in his hands. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “Do you know that?”
Priya’s breath hitched, her body responding to his touch in ways she couldn’t control. She wanted to protest, to push him away and demand answers, but all she could do was stare up at him, her lips parted in anticipation.
And then he kissed her, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that left her weak in the knees. His hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. Priya moaned softly into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as the kiss deepened.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Gowtham’s eyes were filled with a mixture of satisfaction and something else—something darker, more primal. He reached down and took her hand, guiding it to the front of his pants.
“Feel that?” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “That’s what you do to me.”
Priya’s eyes widened as she felt the hard length of him beneath her fingers. Her heart raced, and she couldn’t help but wonder how something so… big could possibly fit inside her. The thought sent a wave of heat rushing through her body, and she found herself wanting to explore more.
Gowtham seemed to sense her curiosity, because he stepped back slightly and began to unbuckle his belt. Priya watched, her breath coming in short gasps as he pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his fully erect cock. Her eyes widened even further as she took in the sight of him—thick and long, with veins running along the shaft and a glistening bead of precum at the tip.
“Go on,” he urged, his voice low and commanding. “Touch it.”
Priya hesitated for only a moment before reaching out and wrapping her fingers around him. She gasped at the feel of him—hot and hard, yet velvety smooth against her skin. She began to stroke him slowly, her movements tentative at first but growing more confident as she felt him twitch in her hand.
Gowtham groaned softly, his head falling back as he enjoyed the sensation. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that.”
Encouraged by his reaction, Priya leaned down and tentatively licked the tip of his cock, tasting the salty tang of his precum. Gowtham’s breath hitched, and he tangled his fingers in her hair, gently guiding her mouth down onto him.
Priya’s eyes fluttered closed as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate his size. She moved slowly at first, unsure of what she was doing but eager to please. As she gained confidence, she began to bob her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each pass.
Gowtham’s groans grew louder, his grip on her hair tightening as he thrust gently into her mouth. “Fuck, Priya,” he muttered. “You’re so good at this.”
Priya felt a surge of pride at his words, and she redoubled her efforts, using her tongue to swirl around the tip of his cock as she sucked him. The taste of him was intoxicating, and she found herself craving more.
But then Gowtham pulled away, leaving her panting and desperate for more. He lifted her up onto the table, spreading her legs wide and positioning himself between them. His fingers trailed up her thighs, pushing her skirt up until it bunched around her waist.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. Priya whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily as he teased her.
Gowtham hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, tossing them aside. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
And then his fingers were on her, sliding through her slick folds and finding her clit with unerring accuracy. Priya gasped, her back arching off the table as he began to rub slow, deliberate circles around the sensitive nub.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her hands clutching at the edge of the table for support. “Gowtham…”
He didn’t respond, too focused on the task at hand. His fingers moved faster, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild. Priya’s moans grew louder, echoing through the empty library as she teetered on the edge of orgasm.
But just as she was about to tip over the edge, Gowtham stopped, leaving her panting and desperate. He stepped back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at her.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want to see you come on my cock.”
Priya whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation as Gowtham positioned himself at her entrance. He pushed into her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move. “You’re so tight.”
Priya cried out as he thrust into her, the sensation overwhelming as he filled her completely. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he set a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
But then a voice cut through the haze of pleasure, sharp and mocking.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Both Gowtham and Priya froze, their heads snapping toward the source of the voice. Divya stood there, a smirk playing on her lips as she took in the scene before her.
“Divya…” Priya stammered, her face flushing with embarrassment.
Divya crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing as she looked down at Priya. “So this is what you’ve been up to? Letting Gowtham fuck you in the library like some cheap slut?”
Priya’s eyes widened in shock, but before she could respond, Divya continued.
“You think you’re so special, don’t you? But you’re nothing more than a toy for him to play with.”
Gowtham stepped back slightly, his expression unreadable as he watched the exchange. Priya felt a pang of hurt at his silence, but she quickly pushed it aside as Divya’s words continued to cut deep.
“You’re pathetic,” Divya sneered. “Always trying to control everything, but look at you now—spread out on a table like a whore.”
Priya’s eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she just sat there, feeling exposed and vulnerable as Divya’s cruel words echoed in her ears.
Divya turned to Gowtham, her smirk widening. “And you… I thought you had better taste than this.”
Gowtham’s jaw tightened, but he still didn’t say anything. Divya shook her head in mock disappointment before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving Priya and Gowtham alone once more.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing. Priya looked up at Gowtham, her eyes searching his for some kind of reassurance.
But all she found was a cold emptiness that made her heart sink.
“Gowtham…” she whispered, her voice trembling.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he simply pulled out of her and began to adjust his clothes, his movements mechanical and detached.
Priya felt a lump form in her throat as she watched him. “Gowtham, please…”
But he didn’t even look at her as he turned and walked away.......................................................................................
Yours Milky..........
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