Clothes came off fast after that, his shirt, her bra, his jeans, her thong. They tumbled onto the bed, skin on skin, kissing like they'd die if they stopped. Arahan rolled on top, settling between her thighs, cock hard and leaking against her stomach.
He kissed down her neck, her collarbone, took one nipple in his mouth and sucked gently while his fingers slid between her legs. She was drenched, swollen, hot, clit throbbing under his thumb.
Zainab arched, moaning softly at first, then louder as he pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right.
"Arahan, oh god, yes." Her voice rose but it was too loud.
Downstairs, a door creaked. They both froze. Zainab's eyes went wide. Arahan's hand stilled inside her.
The sound of footsteps, steps on the stairs came.
"Zainab?" her mother's groggy voice called from the hallway. "Beta? Is everything okay?"
Arahan started to pull his fingers out.
Zainab clamped her thighs around his wrist, trapping him inside her, and shook her head frantically.
She cleared her throat, voice shaky but trying to sound normal.
"Everything's fine, Ma! Just… dropped my phone. Go back to sleep!"
A pause. The footsteps stopped right outside the door.
"You sure? Sounded like—"
"I'm okay! Really! Good night!"
Another long beat, "Alright… sleep well."
Footsteps retreated. The door downstairs clicked shut again.
Zainab let out a trembling breath.
Arahan looked down at her—fingers still buried deep, cock throbbing against her thigh.
"That was too close," he whispered.
She nodded, eyes wild. Then she rocked her hips once, slow, deliberate, pushing his fingers deeper.
"Keep going," she breathed. "Don't stop. I need you inside me. Now."
Arahan didn't argue.
He pulled his fingers free, slick and shining, and lined himself up. One slow, careful thrust, watching her face the whole time, and he sank back into her tight heat, inch by inch, until he bottomed out.
Zainab bit her lip hard to muffle the moan, but her back still arched off the bed.
He started moving, slow, deep rolls of his hips, grinding against her clit every time he bottomed out. She wrapped her legs around his waist, nails raking down his back, trying so hard to stay quiet.
Every thrust pushed a soft, wet sound from between their bodies—obscene in the silence of the house. Arahan's breathing was ragged against her ear as he fought to keep control.
"Fuck… you feel so good," he whispered, voice strained. "So fucking tight, Zainab. Like you were made for me."
She could only nod frantically, her walls clenching around his thick cock with every slow drag out and push back in. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly, building fast and dangerous. Her hips rose to meet him, urging him deeper, silently begging for more.
Arahan shifted his angle slightly, hitting that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. A tiny, high-pitched whimper slipped out before she could stop it.
He immediately froze, buried to the hilt, and pressed a hand gently over her mouth. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust and warning.
"Shhh," he breathed, barely audible. "Not a sound, baby. Your mom's still awake down there. I can hear her moving around."
Zainab's eyes widened, but instead of fear, fresh heat flooded her core. She nodded against his palm, then deliberately squeezed her inner muscles around him, milking his cock.
Arahan's jaw clenched. A low growl rumbled in his chest. "Dirty girl," he muttered. "You like this, don't you? Getting fucked while she's right downstairs."
He started moving again—harder this time, but still careful, the bed creaking faintly with each thrust. He kept his hand over her mouth, thumb stroking her cheek almost tenderly while he pounded into her with deep, deliberate strokes.
Zainab's moans were trapped against his palm, coming out as desperate, muffled little sounds. Her legs tightened around him, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him impossibly deeper.
The faint clink of dishes came from the kitchen downstairs. Her mother was probably making tea, completely unaware that her daughter was getting railed just two floors above.
Arahan leaned down, replacing his hand with his mouth, kissing her fiercely to swallow every sound. His tongue slid against hers as he fucked her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin barely masked by the kiss.
His hand sneaked between them, thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, fast circles.
Zainab's whole body tensed. Her eyes rolled back, thighs shaking violently around his waist. The pressure built unbearably fast—danger, pleasure, and the sheer filth of the situation pushing her right to the edge.
"Arahan—" she gasped into his mouth, voice broken and barely there.
"That's it," he whispered, thrusting deeper, grinding against her with every stroke. "Let go, baby. I've got you."
The orgasm hit her like a wave. She came hard, pussy spasming and fluttering wildly around his cock, soaking him even more. Her back bowed off the bed, a silent scream caught in her throat as she trembled and clenched beneath him.
Arahan groaned quietly, burying his face in her neck to muffle his own sounds, still fucking her through it with slow, deep rolls of his hips, drawing out every pulse of her climax.
"You're so fucking perfect," he whispered against her ear. "Taking me so well. So quiet for me, baby."
Zainab's eyes rolled back, tears of pleasure slipping free. Her walls fluttered around him, getting tighter, wetter.
He sped up just a fraction, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles.
She came again hard, her thighs squeezing him like a vice, walls pulsing and milking him. Arahan groaned low, buried his face in her neck, and followed right after, thrusting deep one last time and spilling inside her, hot and thick.
They stayed locked together, panting, trembling, his hand still gently over her mouth until her breathing slowed.
He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, soft now, tender.
"You okay?" he whispered.
She nodded, eyes dazed and shining. "Better than okay."
He eased out slowly, both wincing at the loss. Cum leaked onto her thighs; he grabbed tissues from her nightstand, cleaned her gently, then himself.
They lay tangled for a few quiet minutes, her head on his chest, his fingers stroking her hair.
Eventually he sighed. "I should go. Before your mom wakes up again."
Zainab clung tighter for a second, then let go.
"Text me when you're home safe," she whispered.
He dressed quickly, kissed her one more time, deep, lingering, then slipped out the way he came.
The garden was still dark. The gate is still unlocked.
He walked back to his scooty, heart still racing, tasting her on his lips.
Back home, he locked the door behind him, checked his phone.
One new message from Zainab.
"Thank you for coming. I needed that. dream of me tonight." And following that, it was her a nude photo, with his cum on her pussy.
He smiled seeing that. Although he wants to fuck only Priya, but addition of Zainab was something unexpected.
But since she is only in eleventh class, younger than him. He enjoyed fucking her, especially he feels satisfied.
Just like when he was in 11th class and enjoyed fucking the class 9th and 10th students.