& Then They Wed (Ampersand Love #2)

25. Tit for Tat

25

Tit for Tat

Aditi

“ T hank you for the pyjamas. I love them.”

Rian glanced sideways from the eggs he was scrambling, his smile at hearing her voice turning into a frown.

“You’re not wearing them.”

The complaint and disappointment was not hidden.

Aditi scrunched her nose in apology, gesturing to her scrub uniform which she stuffed into her backpack. “I’ll have to head to the hospital after breakfast. No point in lounging in my PJs.”

With a grunt of acknowledgement, he switched the stove off, dividing the eggs into two plates.

When he went to pour the coffee, Aditi jumped up from her stool and rushed to the cabinet near him.

“Wait! I got you something too!” She spun around and thrust a mug that looked a lot like his usual ones towards him.

“It’s a new mug,” she declared .

Not wanting to be rude, he very kindly pointed. “Doc, that’s my old one.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to buy me anything.”

In response, she blew a raspberry, clearly not impressed with his understanding nature.

“Look,” she gestured, turning the mug around. “It says, 3.14% of sailors are pi-rates!” That’s when he saw the writing on it. And the symbol of pi, with a crooked pirate hat. She began to chortle, clearly amused with her choice. Her happiness spread through the room, leaching into him. “Isn’t it funny?”

“You’re the funniest,” he replied, dropping a kiss on her forehead in thanks.

“Are you laughing at me or with me?” she demanded, frowning suspiciously at his response. Chuckling, Rian poured the coffee into his new mug, handing her one as well.

Aditi stood beside him while he efficiently chopped and tossed fruits for their breakfast salad, occasionally popping a small piece into her mouth as he worked quickly to get their plates set. Watching Rian work in the kitchen was a pleasure and to her immense delight, he’d forgone wearing his shirt today. The man certainly wasn’t subtle about indicating that he was ready for more from her, and she loved that she didn’t have to guess with him.

He turned and walked towards the fridge, picking out milk for their coffee. His back muscles rippled when he moved, the single crease down his spine highlighting the perfect symmetry of his body.

She sighed. Now, this was a view she could get used to with each meal, she thought, the spark deep within her igniting when he came closer, a smile on his face. He leaned in, and her heart began to patter like heavy rain on the windshield of a car.

With a murmur of apology, he reached beside her for the pepper grinder, focusing on putting the finishing touches on their food .

That he hadn’t grabbed her in a mind-melting kiss confused and bothered her. How was it that she felt so restless next to him and he didn’t seem at all affected? But he was standing so close, she could bend forward a couple inches and her lips would meet his bicep. It was right there. She had to do it. There was no good reason why she shouldn’t.

“The fuck?” Rian yelped. The pepper mill fell on the counter with a loud thunk, dusty black powder spraying atop the pristine white surface.

He spun towards the woman next to him, rubbing his upper arm furiously. “Did you just bite me?!”

Clearly flustered with her undomesticated behaviour, she shook her head, looking adorably like a young girl who’d been caught filching sweets from the candy jar.

“I. . . no. I was. . .smelling you,” she declared, taking an involuntary step back before she was tempted to bite him again.

“You were smelling me?” he repeated incredulously.

“Yes.”

“With your teeth?” His disbelief caused his voice to rise in pitch at the end of the question.

“I might have scraped you by mistake,” she admitted, trying to remain nonchalant. “But I only wanted a whiff of your cologne."

He blinked once. “I’m not wearing cologne.”

Giving up on excuses, she smacked her mug down on the counter near her.

“Okay. Alright. Look here. I have no idea what came over me. It was your fault!” She pointed at him, waving a finger towards his face and then dragging it all the way down. “You were just standing there, with your broad shoulders, your perfect abs, flexing those biceps I could swing on, wearing these indecently hot sweatpants, looking like an entire buffet for someone experiencing a famine. You were asking for it. Grey sweatpants are an invitation. ”

“Wow. You’re gaslighting me,” he accused, his tone giving away nothing.

Aditi caved. “I’m a terrible human being,” she cried, having no will to continue with her denial.

“You need to apologise.”

“I’m so sorry,” she immediately offered, truly contrite.

“Sorry enough to let me bite you, too?”

“Of co. . .What?”

Rian shrugged, mirth dancing in his eyes like bubbling mercury.

“Tit for tat,” he explained, laughter gurgling up when her sights dropped to her chest and then his crotch. God, she was a delight.

“I didn’t mean that kind of tat, but glad that’s an option,” he teased, applauding himself for keeping a straight face.

He curled his pointer inwards, beckoning her to him.

He must be a piper, because she was powerless to stop herself from obeying him. She stepped closer, then again until, impatient with her speed, he reached forward, hooked two fingers in the belt loop of her pants and tugged her into him.

“Holy shit,” she croaked, her hands gripping his forearms to steady herself. “That was hot.”

“You’re hot. Very very hot,” he muttered, bending towards her. He trapped her lower lip between his teeth before diving in, kissing her with a hunger that made her entire being buzz with the heady feeling only he ever induced.

Breakfast forgotten, Aditi gave in, eagerly meeting his kisses with her own. She tickled his tongue with hers, testing his restraint, humming naughtily when he clutched her harder.

“Aren’t you going to say sorry?” he rasped, taking her hand and placing it right over his crotch, gripping her palm over his rapidly hardening cock.

He waited, not pressing for an answer, letting her decide if she wanted to take it further .

“Hands or mouth?” she questioned, her face heating up when his brow rose, clearly impressed.

“Both.”

“Yes, Chef.” Her whispered response almost had him ready to fuck her against the fridge. But she was leading this, and he was going to let her.

Aditi dropped to her knees, looking up at him the whole time. She didn’t know what she was doing anymore except that she had taken Nina’s advice. She was thinking with her libido and her currently wet and aching pussy was evidence enough that she was ready for this man to fuck her into the next week.

Harish had affected her confidence when it came to sex. Seeing Rian’s response however filled her with an assurance that was bone deep, making her far less self-conscious about what she was going to do than she otherwise would have been.

Teasingly, she ran her nail over the jutting hip bones on either side of him, kissing along the diagonal V until she reached his waistband. Her grip firm, she pulled it down slowly, unprepared for what she found.

Commando? That was one question put to rest. She would have sassed him about it, except what she was looking at had her needing a moment.

Rian’s nakedness confirmed one thing. Every physical part of this man was beautiful.

Was it odd to find a penis beautiful? Long, thick, with a prominent vein that seemed to wrap itself from the base, leading right up to his purple crown.

Curiously, she dragged a single finger along the pulsing vein, feeling it throb in response. His velvety skin felt warm, and she inadvertently licked her lips when his cock twitched in her palm. She could barely clasp his girth when she tightened her hold around his base, feeling him grow harder under her touch .

She drew her free palm back and forth a few times, petting him, growing bolder when he let out a sound of encouragement that told her that he was enjoying it. She stroked him until she saw the white bead of precum form a pearl at his head, brushing her thumb over his slit to spread the thick cream around.

“Sunshine,” she heard him groan, surprising her with the new endearment. “Put me out of my misery and open up.”

Obediently, Aditi parted her lips, wanting to give him the same kind of pleasure he had given her.

“Wider,” he ordered, tapping her cheek once before slipping just his tip in, causing her to suck him immediately. “Fuck. Relax your jaw. Let me into your pretty mouth.”

Rian gathered her hair into a ponytail, using the grip to guide her head back and forth as Aditi adjusted to his girth, her tongue swirling and flicking his head each time he pulled away. He fed her his length slowly, thrusting little by little until she gagged. He was only a couple inches in, but he waited to see if she wanted to stop, if she was uncomfortable. Instead, she hummed around him, dragging her teeth gently along the underside of his cock. Sparks exploded at the edge of his vision, pleasure and pain building within him rapidly, the erotic view of her sucking him off arousing him to no end. One palm moved to cradle her cheek, drawing her eyes to his. Their gazes held each other while he unabashedly fucked her mouth with shallow thrusts, his firm grip forcing her to keep looking at him as he did.

“Shit, you look like a dream with your lips around me. Can you take more?”

Her hands curled around his thigh, holding him, feeling his muscles tremble in excitement when she anchored herself. Taking that as an agreement, he pushed deeper still, pulling out slightly before he resumed his rhythm, moaning every time his tip hit the back of her throat .

Aditi tried to breathe through Rian commanding her mouth, using her for his pleasure. His hands were gentle on her, caressing her cheek and brushing her hair away from her face even as he continued to fill her again and again.

“Yes, baby, like that,” he rasped when she took as much of him in as she could. His palm curved about her throat, feeling his length pulsate within her. His tattooed arm flexed as his grip tightened on her hair, his eyes darkening at the sight of his cock moving in and out of her pink lips. His arousal and her spit made his turgid skin gleam.

He groaned at the carnality of the sight, his hips beginning to move erratically. “You're so good at sucking my cock.”

His obvious enjoyment and his dirty praise set Aditi’s senses on fire, his excitement streaming into her and making her body come alive with need. With renewed enthusiasm, she wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, dipping down until her mouth brushed against the edge of her fist, gagging at his tip hitting the back of her throat. She pumped him a few times before letting him take control again. Her eyes watered, the burn in her throat warring with the growing heat in her belly.

“If you don't want me to come in your mouth, tap out,” Rian warned her. Perhaps Aditi didn’t hear, or maybe she simply didn’t care. When he twitched and groaned in relief, his essence flooding her taste buds, Aditi began to gulp, some of it spilling onto her chin.

“Fuck, yes. What a good girl you are. Swallow what you can,” he raggedly ordered, the last of his sanity draining with his release. Watching her struggle to keep her lips wrapped around him, her cheeks hollowing out after each gulp, had him jerking yet again, shooting jets of come down her throat. Out of breath, he loosened his hold on her head and used his palm to find support on the counter next to him.

Holy fuck , he silently swore when she released him with a pop. His body thrummed with the glory of a fantastic orgasm. She may have been on her knees for him, but he was definitely the one who had been begging towards the end of it.

Aditi sat back on her haunches with a satisfied smirk, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. “Well, that was something I didn't think I'd be doing this morning.”

Chuckling, Rian pulled his joggers back up, extending a hand to help her stand once more.

He wasted no time in bringing his lips to hers, kissing her deeply and tasting his release on her tongue. With one hand under her ass and the other on her waist, he lifted her. Automatically, she wrapped her legs around his hips while he walked them into the living room, clearly intent on doing more of what had begun in the kitchen. He dropped her onto the couch, immediately settling himself between her legs before kissing her amorously.

In no time, she felt the telltale nudge of his arousal hardening, rubbing against the inside of her thigh.

“What brought about this change in you since last week?” she gasped, her nails digging into him when the gentle peck he dropped on her nose was contrasted with one hand cupping her breast, kneading it firmly.

“I missed you, Doc,” he admitted, unable to stop himself. Surprise lit her features, the tops of her cheeks turning a ruddy brown. Suddenly, she couldn’t meet his eyes.

He slipped his fingers under her chin, turning her face towards him and watching her like he would never fully understand her.

“I fucked your throat raw not moments ago and you're blushing because I told you I missed you?”

“Shut up,” she mumbled, looking anywhere except at him. “I’m not blushing.”

“Tell me you missed me too,” he demanded, his thumb searching for the peak of her breast under the light padding of her bra. She arched up into him, the touch nowhere near satisfactory .

“Why would I miss you?” She nipped his chin. “I had my fictional boyfriends keeping me company.”

“Tell me,” he insisted as he pressed into her, moving lightly against her throbbing clit. His fingers flirted with the skin at her waist, slipping under her shirt as she mumbled a happy encouragement for him to keep going.

Their moment was broken when her pager buzzed in her pocket, causing them to groan in unison.

“I have to go to the hospital,” she informed him, gently trying to push him off but having no success in moving the mountainous human who lay atop her.

“Now?”

She nodded, looking just as regretful as he felt.

“Breakfast?” he asked, pointing his thumb backwards in the general direction of his kitchen.

“Don’t have time. Besides,” she added, slyly watching him for his reaction. “I just had a banana milkshake.”

Rian stared down at her, torn between laughter and disbelief. “You did not just say that.”

“I definitely did,” she giggled, looking very proud of herself for having slipped in a dirty pun in their conversation. “But now, I do have to leave. I have patients in labour. One of them might be ready for delivery.”

He looked so disappointed, she lifted her neck up to kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m sorry, Handsome.”

He sat up, helping her as well. “Flattery isn’t enough. Say sorry to me later tonight. I have so many ideas for good apologies.”

“Well, if you’re a really good boy, I might find it in me to make more mistakes to apologise for.” She winked, kissing him soundly before sashaying away.

He would not melt, he would not melt, he would not melt.

He kept chanting this in his head, holding on to the last bits of his reason .

“Bugs?” she called, halfway out the front door.

He raised his brows.

“I missed you, too.”

He melted like a cube of ice thrown into an active volcano.

If only to avoid the temptation of running after her and hauling her to the nearest bed, he strode into his room, feeling an immense lightness in being.

He whistled one of his favourite tunes—an old Bruno Mars song, unconsciously mouthing the lyrics every so often. It was the closest he’d gotten to singing in over two decades. Unaware, yet inadvertently happier because of it, he stepped into his closet to get dressed for work. It was only when he caught sight of himself in the mirror did he realise what he looked like.

Flushed skin, messy hair, bright eyes.

And the goofiest grin that lit up his face.