—SOHINI'S POV—
I stood there breathless, a towel barely clinging to my damp, flushed skin—my body still pulsing from what I'd just done. Or rather, what was still inside me.
The cucumber. Thick. Cold. Buried deep inside my aching cunt.
I pressed an arm to the wall to steady myself and peeked through the peephole.
Vedant.
Tall, clean-shaven, hair still a bit ruffled but sexy. A tray of cookies in his hands. That same faint smile that made my knees weak every time. My pussy clenched around the vegetable at just the sight of him.
I opened the door.
Cool air kissed my overheated skin, raising goosebumps across my chest and thighs. The towel rode high, barely covering the curve of my ass. And deep inside me, the cucumber shifted—thick, heavy, wet. I bit my lip as the sudden movement sent a jolt straight to my core.
Vedant's eyes dropped—slowly. From my face, to the dip of my collarbone, down to where the towel gaped slightly between my breasts.
His jaw clenched. "Oh—fuck," he muttered under his breath, barely audible.
My heart thudded.
He looked away, clearing his throat. "I—I'll come back later. Sorry."
"No," I blurted, thighs clenching instinctively. I could feel the cucumber press deeper. My breath caught. "You—uh—you were here for the cookies?"
"Yeah," he said, clearly flustered. "Mom—she made too many."
I reached out, taking the tray from him with trembling fingers. The moment our hands touched, I swore I felt it—like lightning arcing up my arm.
"Th—Thanks," I murmured, trying to explain. "I was just about to—take—take a shower."
His gaze lingered a second longer than it should've. "You sure you're okay? You look—flushed."
I gave a breathy laugh. "Hot water. Small bathroom. Steamed up everything."
He nodded slowly, but his eyes betrayed him. For a second, it felt like he knew. Like he could smell it on me—my arousal, my sin.
"Well—enjoy," he said finally, stepping back.
I shut the door slowly. And the moment it clicked shut—I collapsed.
The tray clattered onto the table. I slid to the cold tiles, gasping, pulse racing. The need—raw and unbearable—was clawing at my insides. The cucumber inside me shifted with every breath, teasing my pussy walls.
I pulled off the towel, threw it aside. My nipples were rock-hard, aching.
Lying back, I spread my legs wide and moaned loudly, shamelessly, grinding my hips.
My pussy was soaked, slippery with arousal and the sheen of moisturizer I'd used earlier. The cucumber glistened between my folds, its girth stretching me open perfectly.
I started to move my hand in rhythm, slow at first, then faster.
"Vedant—" I whimpered, eyes rolling back.
In my head, he was on top of me, whispering dirty things in that quiet, intense voice. I imagined his tongue on my nipple, his fingers curled inside me, and his cock—thick, heavy, throbbing—replacing the vegetable I now fucked myself with.
My hand slid to my clit, rubbing frantic circles as I thrust the cucumber in and out of my soaked, desperate hole.
"Harder—yes—right there," I panted, moaning his name like a plea. "God, Vedant, fuck me—"
The pressure built fast—hot, unbearable. I spread my legs wider, my thighs shaking as I shoved the cucumber as deep as it would go, grinding against my palm.
And then it hit.
A wave of white heat exploded through me. My body tensed, toes curling, mouth open in a silent scream. The orgasm ripped through me, leaving me shaking, soaked, and utterly ruined on the floor.
The cucumber slipped out of me slowly, wet and glistening, leaving a trail of moisture behind.
I laid there, dazed and breathless, my legs still twitching.
"Too much mess to clean—" I mumbled with a shaky laugh, staring at the ceiling.
Eventually, I dragged myself into the shower again. Twice. I scrubbed the tiles clean. Wiped everything down before Maa and Papa returned.
But no amount of water could wash away the filthy ache Vedant Khanna had left inside me.