The rain poured relentlessly on the rooftop of Rovery College, a warm, torrential curtain that blurred the world beyond. Joita stood in its embrace, her drenched kurta clinging to her like a lover's touch, the fabric nearly transparent, sculpting every curve of her voluptuous body. Abir's gaze devoured her—her full breasts heaving with each breath, the taut peaks of her nipples straining against the wet cloth, her wide hips swaying as if daring the storm to match her fire. Her waist dipped in a sinuous curve, water streaming down her skin, pooling in the valley of her cleavage, tracing the lush swell of her ass. To Abir, she was a vision of raw, untamed desire, her glistening body a beacon in the rain, every inch begging to be claimed. His blood roared, a primal need to devour her completely overtaking him.
Mesmerized, Abir closed the distance, rain soaking his clothes as he pulled her close, his hands gripping her waist, her wet curves molding against him. He leaned in, lips brushing her ear, his voice a low, hungry growl. "You really drive me crazy." Joita's smile was wicked, her eyes gleaming through the downpour. "How much?" she teased, her voice a sultry challenge.
Abir answered with a sharp bite to her earlobe, drawing a soft gasp, but he didn't stop there. His lips crashed onto hers, a ravenous kiss that consumed the space between them, his tongue plunging deep, tasting the rain and her heat. She moaned into his mouth, her hands fisting his wet shirt, pulling him closer as the storm raged around them. His hands roamed, one sliding up to squeeze her breast through the soaked kurta, the fabric tearing slightly under his grip, her nipple hardening under his rough thumb. The other hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, biting hard enough to leave marks. Joita's gasp turned to a moan, her body arching into him, her curves a furnace against the cool rain.
Driven by a need to possess her entirely, Abir spun her around, pressing her against the low rooftop railing, her back to his chest, the city skyline a blurred backdrop through the rain. He tore her kurta further, exposing her shoulders and upper back, his hands bruising her hips as he hiked the fabric up. He entered her with a brutal thrust, her scream piercing the storm, raw and unrestrained, her body jolting against the railing. His thrusts were fierce, a series of deep, grinding rolls that buried him to the hilt, each one dragging a cry from her lips, her breasts swaying with the force, rain cascading over them like a second lover. "Abir… fuck!" she gasped, her voice breaking, nails clawing at the railing as she pushed back, meeting his ferocity with her own.
He varied the assault, driven to devour every inch of her. He shifted to rapid, piston-like slams, his hips snapping against her, the wet slap of skin echoing in the rain, her screams rising with each thrust, a mix of pleasure and strain as her body trembled under his dominance. He pulled her hair harder, arching her back further, exposing her curves to the storm, his other hand spanking her ass with sharp, stinging cracks that made her cry out louder, the red marks blooming under the rain's sheen. Then, he slowed, dragging out each thrust with torturous deliberation, grinding deep and circular, stretching her limits until her knees buckled, her whimpers desperate, her body quaking as she begged, "Don't… stop…"
Abir wasn't done. He turned her to face him, lifting her onto the railing, her legs wrapping around his waist, the precarious height adding a thrill of danger. He thrust upward, his hands gripping her thighs with bruising force, her breasts bouncing wildly as he drove into her, the rain slicking their bodies, amplifying every sensation. Her screams were a symphony, raw and ecstatic, her nails raking bloody trails down his chest as she surrendered completely. He leaned in, biting her neck, her collarbone, her breast, each nip drawing a fresh cry, her climax building with every savage thrust. Their release crashed like the storm itself, Joita's scream peaking as her body convulsed, her head thrown back, rain mingling with her tears of ecstasy. Abir followed, a primal roar escaping as he buried himself deep, their bodies locked in a shuddering, rain-soaked embrace.
They collapsed against the railing, panting, the rain washing over their marked, trembling bodies—her kurta in tatters, his shirt clinging to his skin, both glistening with sweat and water. Joita's eyes met his, a satisfied, wicked glint in them. "You're a beast," she murmured, her voice hoarse but content, her fingers tracing the bite marks she'd left.
Abir grinned, brushing wet hair from her face. "You awaken that hungry beast inside me." "And I don't regret that." Joita says with an evil smile.
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The next afternoon, Abir navigated the bustling halls of Rovery College, his body still thrumming from the rooftop inferno with Joita. He'd been to the washroom, splashing water on his face to clear his mind, but the memories—of Ananya's bold touch, Meera's brutal submission, and Joita's rain-soaked surrender—kept him on edge. As he approached the classroom, he spotted Priya in the hallway, her slender frame leaning against the wall, her soft blue salwar kameez accentuating her delicate curves. Her eyes darted nervously, as if waiting for someone, her fingers twisting the edge of her dupatta.
She saw him and straightened, her cheeks flushing as she approached. "Abir," she said softly, her voice carrying that familiar shy edge but laced with determination. "Can you… come with me? I need your help."
Abir raised a brow, curiosity overriding his wariness. "Sure," he said, following her as she led him to an empty classroom, the door creaking shut behind them. The room was quiet, sunlight filtering through the blinds, casting soft shadows over the desks. Priya turned to him, her eyes wide but resolute, her breath hitching as she spoke. "Joita… she talks about you all the time. About how you make her feel. The way you… take her." Her voice trembled, but she stepped closer, her gaze locking onto his. "I want to feel that, Abir. What she feels. Please, let me feel it."
Abir's pulse quickened, her plea igniting the same fire Joita always stoked. He studied her, the vulnerability in her eyes mingling with a hunger that mirrored his own. "If you want it that badly," he said, his voice low, a grin tugging at his lips, "Then yes."