Manik lounged on the couch in the living room of his spacious home, his phone pressed to his ear as he dialed Alya's number. Nandani was in the kitchen, humming softly while preparing dinner, oblivious to the undercurrent of excitement building in her husband's voice.
"Alya, I need you to come over right away," Manik said, keeping his tone professional. "We've got that project update to discuss. It's urgent—can't wait till Monday."
On the other end, Alya's voice dripped with knowing playfulness. "Of course, sir. I'll be there in twenty minutes. Anything specific you want me to bring? Files? Or something... else?"
Manik glanced toward the kitchen, where Nandani's back was turned. He smirked. "Just yourself. That's all I need."
Alya arrived soon after, her fitted blouse hugging her curves and her skirt swaying just above her knees. She carried a briefcase, but her eyes locked onto Manik's with a spark of mischief as she stepped inside. Nandani greeted her warmly, assuming it was purely business.
"Alya, so good to see you," Nandani said, wiping her hands on a towel. "Join us for dinner? The project's that important?"
Alya smiled innocently. "If it's no trouble, I'd love to. Mr. Manik insists on thorough discussions."
They settled in the dining room after the meal, papers spread out on the table under the guise of work. Nandani sat nearby, flipping through a magazine, but her attention wandered as the conversation dragged. Manik and Alya leaned close over the documents, their knees brushing under the table.
"This graph shows a spike here," Manik murmured, his fingers tracing the line on the page, but his gaze lingered on Alya's cleavage, the top button of her blouse straining slightly.
Alya shifted, her foot sliding up his calf. "Yes, sir, it's rising fast. We need to handle it carefully—stroke it just right to keep the momentum going."
Manik's pulse quickened at her words, the double entendre hanging between them like a promise. He pressed his thigh against hers, feeling the heat through her stockings. "Exactly. A firm grip on the situation will make it explode."
Nandani yawned, oblivious. "You two are so dedicated. I'm turning in early—long day tomorrow. Don't stay up too late."
She kissed Manik goodnight and headed upstairs, the door clicking shut behind her. The moment she was gone, the air thickened with tension. Alya set the papers aside, her hand sliding onto Manik's thigh. "Finally alone, boss. That discussion was torture."
Manik pulled her closer, his lips brushing her ear. "You have no idea. I've been hard thinking about you all day. Let's take this outside—to the pool. I want to see that body wet and ready for me."
They slipped out the back door into the night, the swimming pool glowing under the moonlight, its surface still and inviting. The warm air carried the scent of chlorine and jasmine from the garden. Alya kicked off her heels, dipping a toe in the water as Manik followed, shedding his shirt to reveal his toned chest.
"Get in here," he growled, pulling her into the shallow end. The water lapped at their waists as he backed her against the pool's edge, his hands roaming up her sides.
Alya arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair. "I've been dreaming of this. Your mouth on me, devouring every inch. Make me yours, Manik."
He didn't hesitate, yanking open her blouse with a rip of buttons scattering into the water. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples hardening in the cool night air. Manik's mouth descended, capturing one peak between his lips. He sucked hard, tongue swirling around the stiff bud as she moaned, her head falling back.
"Oh fuck, yes," Alya gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Suck my tits like you own them. Bite me—mark me as your dirty little secret."
Manik obliged, grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh before latching onto the other breast, drawing deep pulls that made her hips buck against him. Water splashed around them as he lavished attention on her chest, his hands kneading the soft mounds, pinching and rolling her nipples until they were red and swollen.
"These are perfect," he murmured against her skin, his voice husky. "So much better than what I'm stuck with at home. I could suck on them all night, make you cum just from this."
Alya's breath hitched, her body trembling. "Don't stop there. Taste me everywhere—my neck, my stomach, down to my thighs. I want your tongue owning every part of me."
He trailed his mouth lower, kissing and sucking along her collarbone, then down the valley between her breasts. His lips explored her ribs, nipping at the curve of her waist as he lifted her slightly, water cascading off her skin. Alya wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against the bulge in his pants.
Manik's hands slid under her skirt, pushing it up to bunch at her hips. He kissed her navel, tongue dipping into the shallow dip before moving to her hips, sucking on the sensitive skin there until faint red marks bloomed. "You're so fucking responsive," he said, looking up at her with dark eyes. "Every spot I touch, you quiver for more. Spread those legs—let me worship your whole body."
She parted her thighs wider, the water making her skin slick. Manik's mouth roamed to her inner thighs, sucking firmly on the soft flesh, inching closer to her core. He lapped at the crease where thigh met groin, tasting the salt of her skin mixed with pool water.
"Manik, please," Alya whimpered, her fingers clutching the pool edge. "Suck my pussy now. I need your mouth buried in me, licking me until I scream."
He hooked his fingers into her panties, tearing them aside with a swift tug. Her pussy was bare and glistening, folds swollen with arousal. Manik dove in, his tongue flattening against her clit in a long, slow lick that made her cry out.
"God, you taste like sin," he groaned, before sealing his lips around her clit and sucking gently. His tongue flicked rapidly, circling the nub as she bucked against his face.
Alya threaded her hands through his wet hair, pulling him closer. "Yes, just like that—suck my clit harder. Lap up my juices, make me drip for you. You're so good at this, better than anyone. Fuck my pussy with your tongue."
Manik thrust his tongue inside her, plunging deep into her tight heat, tasting her essence as he lapped at her walls. He alternated between fucking her with his tongue and sucking on her clit, his fingers gripping her ass to hold her steady. Water sloshed around them, mixing with her growing wetness.
"Cum for me, Alya," he demanded between licks, his voice vibrating against her. "Flood my mouth with that sweet pussy cum. I want to drink every drop while Nandani sleeps upstairs, clueless."
Her body tensed, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crashed over her. "Oh shit, I'm cumming—yes, suck it all out!" Alya shattered, her pussy pulsing against his tongue, release spilling into his eager mouth.
Manik didn't stop, lapping slower now to draw out her orgasm, his own cock throbbing painfully in his soaked pants. He pulled back slightly, lips shiny with her arousal. "That's my girl. Now it's my turn to fuck you senseless in this pool."
But for now, he returned to her body, kissing and sucking his way back up—her stomach, breasts, neck—claiming every inch as his forbidden thrill.