10-11-2025, 06:51 PM
Chapter 107: Edge of Control
The office parking lot was quiet under the flickering streetlamp, the hum of Coimbatore's evening streets a distant pulse—vendors packing up, a scooter's honk fading. Nivi slid into Mohan's Maruti, the leather seat cool under her, her bag on her lap. The teal kurta hugged her curves, and her heart raced from the day's restless heat, Rajendar's bedroom scene still burning in her mind, her body aching for release. Mohan shut the driver's door, his grin easy, his eyes dark with intent as he started the engine. The car pulled out, the city lights blurring past, and Nivi's pulse quickened, her decision to skip Rajendar's house for this a bold leap.
Mohan glanced at her, his fingers tapping the wheel. “You look good tonight, Nivi,” he said, his voice low, a flirty edge creeping in. “That teal… suits you.” His eyes flicked to her neckline, where the kurta dipped slightly, then back to the road.
She smiled, shifting in her seat, her navy leggings catching the dashboard's glow as his gaze lingered. “Thanks, Mohan. Just another workday.” Her tone was light, but her body thrummed, the weekend's craving—fueled by Rajendar's wild encounter—surging under his look.
He chuckled, turning onto a quieter street, the city's bustle fading. “Not just any workday. You're killing it on Instagram—7k followers? And here I am, lucky to get a ride with the star.” His voice was smooth, teasing, his eyes darting to her again, tracing the curve of her hips.
Nivi laughed softly, her fingers brushing her bag. “It's just a few posts. People like the vibe.” Her voice was coy, but his flattery stoked her heat, her pussy tingling as she recalled his hungry gaze from their past encounter.
Mohan's grin widened, his hand resting on the gearshift. “Vibe, huh? Speaking of vibes… I can't stop thinking about that blowjob competition.” His tone dropped, a hungry edge sharpening it. “Your mouth, Nivi—that was magic. Been aching to feel it again.” His eyes locked on hers for a moment, dark with want, before returning to the road.
Her breath caught, a jolt of desire shooting through her, her thighs pressing together under the navy leggings. The memory of his cock in her mouth, his desperate moans, flooded back, mixing with the image of Rajendar's bedroom fire. “Mohan,” she said, her voice low, a playful warning, “you're getting bold.” Her body burned, the craving overwhelming, but she leaned back, keeping control.
He laughed, his hand tightening on the wheel. “Can't help it. You've got me hooked, Nivi. That mouth… damn, it's all I think about.” His voice was rough, his gaze flicking to her lips, then her chest, the kurta's fit drawing his eyes.
Her pussy throbbed, the heat unbearable, but she tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips. “Hooked, huh? Maybe I'll make you beg for it first.” Her tone was teasing, her eyes challenging, the power of control anchoring her despite the fire in her core.
Mohan groaned, his grin faltering, his eyes pleading. “Come on, Nivi, don't do me like that. I've been good, following your lead at work, waiting for my reward.” He slowed the car, his voice dropping. “Please, let's hit that spot again—the one by the old mill, quiet, secluded. Just us.” His words were desperate, his knuckles whitening on the wheel.
Her heart raced, the secluded spot flashing in her mind—the dark, empty lot where they'd played before, his hands on her, her mouth on him. She wanted it, her body screaming for action, her pussy wet with anticipation. But she held his gaze, her voice firm. “Beg a little more, Mohan. Convince me.” Her smile was sly, her control a thrill against her burning need.
He exhaled, his voice raw. “Nivi, I'm dying here. Your lips, your tongue—I need it. Please, just a quick stop. I'll do anything.” His eyes were dark, his desperation clear, and he leaned closer, the car idling at a stoplight.
She bit her lip, the heat overwhelming, her body aching to give in. “Fine,” she said, her voice sultry but sharp. “A quick stop. Don't make me regret it.” Her words were a command, her confidence surging as she leaned back, the teal kurta shifting to show a hint of cleavage under his hungry stare.
Mohan grinned, relief flooding his face, and turned the car toward the old mill, the streets narrowing, the city's hum fading. The secluded spot came into view—a dark, empty lot tucked behind rusted gates, the mill's silhouette looming under the moonlight. He parked, the engine cutting off, the silence thick. Nivi's pulse pounded, her body wet and ready, the anticipation electric. What's next? she thought, her pussy throbbing, the memory of Rajendar's vigor mixing with Mohan's eager gaze.
He turned to her, his eyes burning, and leaned in, his hand brushing her arm. “Nivi,” he murmured, his breath warm, and kissed her, his lips urgent, hungry. The kiss was deep, his tongue seeking hers, his hand sliding to her neck, fingers grazing the kurta's neckline. Her body responded, a moan escaping, her pussy clenching as the heat surged, his desperation fueling her own.
He pulled back, his voice rough. “Let's step out—more space.” His eyes flicked to the lot, dark and quiet, his hand still on her neck.
Nivi's breath hitched, the thrill tempting but caution flaring. “Too risky,” she said, her voice shaky, her body burning. “Someone might see.” She glanced at the backseat, the leather inviting. “Back there—more comfortable.” Her tone was firm, her control holding despite the ache between her thighs.
Mohan nodded, his grin eager, and they climbed into the backseat, the car creaking, the air thick with tension. He pulled her close, kissing her again, his lips fiercer now, his hands roaming her back, brushing the teal kurta's curves. Nivi melted into it, her body yielding, her pussy dripping as his desperation poured into the kiss, his tongue deep, his fingers tightening on her hips. She felt his need, raw and urgent, his breath ragged, his body pressing closer.
Her hands slid to his chest, feeling his heartbeat, but a spark of fear flashed—she was losing control, her body too eager, her mind blurring. She pulled back, breaking the kiss, her lips tingling, her eyes locking with his. His gaze was wild, pleading, but she held firm, her breath heavy, the teal kurta slightly askew under his touch. the silence heavy, her heart pounding with the edge of desire and restraint, the night stretching open before them.
The office parking lot was quiet under the flickering streetlamp, the hum of Coimbatore's evening streets a distant pulse—vendors packing up, a scooter's honk fading. Nivi slid into Mohan's Maruti, the leather seat cool under her, her bag on her lap. The teal kurta hugged her curves, and her heart raced from the day's restless heat, Rajendar's bedroom scene still burning in her mind, her body aching for release. Mohan shut the driver's door, his grin easy, his eyes dark with intent as he started the engine. The car pulled out, the city lights blurring past, and Nivi's pulse quickened, her decision to skip Rajendar's house for this a bold leap.
Mohan glanced at her, his fingers tapping the wheel. “You look good tonight, Nivi,” he said, his voice low, a flirty edge creeping in. “That teal… suits you.” His eyes flicked to her neckline, where the kurta dipped slightly, then back to the road.
She smiled, shifting in her seat, her navy leggings catching the dashboard's glow as his gaze lingered. “Thanks, Mohan. Just another workday.” Her tone was light, but her body thrummed, the weekend's craving—fueled by Rajendar's wild encounter—surging under his look.
He chuckled, turning onto a quieter street, the city's bustle fading. “Not just any workday. You're killing it on Instagram—7k followers? And here I am, lucky to get a ride with the star.” His voice was smooth, teasing, his eyes darting to her again, tracing the curve of her hips.
Nivi laughed softly, her fingers brushing her bag. “It's just a few posts. People like the vibe.” Her voice was coy, but his flattery stoked her heat, her pussy tingling as she recalled his hungry gaze from their past encounter.
Mohan's grin widened, his hand resting on the gearshift. “Vibe, huh? Speaking of vibes… I can't stop thinking about that blowjob competition.” His tone dropped, a hungry edge sharpening it. “Your mouth, Nivi—that was magic. Been aching to feel it again.” His eyes locked on hers for a moment, dark with want, before returning to the road.
Her breath caught, a jolt of desire shooting through her, her thighs pressing together under the navy leggings. The memory of his cock in her mouth, his desperate moans, flooded back, mixing with the image of Rajendar's bedroom fire. “Mohan,” she said, her voice low, a playful warning, “you're getting bold.” Her body burned, the craving overwhelming, but she leaned back, keeping control.
He laughed, his hand tightening on the wheel. “Can't help it. You've got me hooked, Nivi. That mouth… damn, it's all I think about.” His voice was rough, his gaze flicking to her lips, then her chest, the kurta's fit drawing his eyes.
Her pussy throbbed, the heat unbearable, but she tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips. “Hooked, huh? Maybe I'll make you beg for it first.” Her tone was teasing, her eyes challenging, the power of control anchoring her despite the fire in her core.
Mohan groaned, his grin faltering, his eyes pleading. “Come on, Nivi, don't do me like that. I've been good, following your lead at work, waiting for my reward.” He slowed the car, his voice dropping. “Please, let's hit that spot again—the one by the old mill, quiet, secluded. Just us.” His words were desperate, his knuckles whitening on the wheel.
Her heart raced, the secluded spot flashing in her mind—the dark, empty lot where they'd played before, his hands on her, her mouth on him. She wanted it, her body screaming for action, her pussy wet with anticipation. But she held his gaze, her voice firm. “Beg a little more, Mohan. Convince me.” Her smile was sly, her control a thrill against her burning need.
He exhaled, his voice raw. “Nivi, I'm dying here. Your lips, your tongue—I need it. Please, just a quick stop. I'll do anything.” His eyes were dark, his desperation clear, and he leaned closer, the car idling at a stoplight.
She bit her lip, the heat overwhelming, her body aching to give in. “Fine,” she said, her voice sultry but sharp. “A quick stop. Don't make me regret it.” Her words were a command, her confidence surging as she leaned back, the teal kurta shifting to show a hint of cleavage under his hungry stare.
Mohan grinned, relief flooding his face, and turned the car toward the old mill, the streets narrowing, the city's hum fading. The secluded spot came into view—a dark, empty lot tucked behind rusted gates, the mill's silhouette looming under the moonlight. He parked, the engine cutting off, the silence thick. Nivi's pulse pounded, her body wet and ready, the anticipation electric. What's next? she thought, her pussy throbbing, the memory of Rajendar's vigor mixing with Mohan's eager gaze.
He turned to her, his eyes burning, and leaned in, his hand brushing her arm. “Nivi,” he murmured, his breath warm, and kissed her, his lips urgent, hungry. The kiss was deep, his tongue seeking hers, his hand sliding to her neck, fingers grazing the kurta's neckline. Her body responded, a moan escaping, her pussy clenching as the heat surged, his desperation fueling her own.
He pulled back, his voice rough. “Let's step out—more space.” His eyes flicked to the lot, dark and quiet, his hand still on her neck.
Nivi's breath hitched, the thrill tempting but caution flaring. “Too risky,” she said, her voice shaky, her body burning. “Someone might see.” She glanced at the backseat, the leather inviting. “Back there—more comfortable.” Her tone was firm, her control holding despite the ache between her thighs.
Mohan nodded, his grin eager, and they climbed into the backseat, the car creaking, the air thick with tension. He pulled her close, kissing her again, his lips fiercer now, his hands roaming her back, brushing the teal kurta's curves. Nivi melted into it, her body yielding, her pussy dripping as his desperation poured into the kiss, his tongue deep, his fingers tightening on her hips. She felt his need, raw and urgent, his breath ragged, his body pressing closer.
Her hands slid to his chest, feeling his heartbeat, but a spark of fear flashed—she was losing control, her body too eager, her mind blurring. She pulled back, breaking the kiss, her lips tingling, her eyes locking with his. His gaze was wild, pleading, but she held firm, her breath heavy, the teal kurta slightly askew under his touch. the silence heavy, her heart pounding with the edge of desire and restraint, the night stretching open before them.
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