Disclaimer: This piece is on a little mature side. Read at your own risk! 😆
That Shirtless Greek God
I was muttering something to myself. I don't quite remember what It was though. It was quite blurry. I had some sorta mask on my face, maybe hiding from someone? I don't remember what I was hiding from, or from whom I was hiding? Coz whenever I see that guy, I tend to hide, I don't know why? Maybe to hide my overcoming blush? Jeez! I have started blushing already! I thought I have seen this before, it has happened before with me. But then I don't remember anything these days, anyway ugh! I just remember a shirtless guy. Strange! Indeed strange it is. Just a shirtless guy! No not that I want to see more of that...maybe I do? Allah Miyan!
I see that guy everyday, like everyday literally, in my dreams. I can't help but stare at him, like actually ogling on him with my eyes almost popping out, still in a daze. The guy seriously has some issues with his clothes, seriously! I mean if he could, he would not even wear his brown cargo Capri...and not even the garment beneath...Allah Miyan! What the f**k I am thinking?
One day I saw him, yes again! He just doesn't want to leave my dreams, I guess. He came fresh out of his pool. Yeah he has a pool in his house. He loves to be there, actually if he could he would just live in that pool itself. Maybe he could even call me with him...ugh! He came out of the pool and jumped outside. And I saw him, closely and more closely, for the first time.
He was dripping wet, or maybe it was just me?? Oh my god!! His short black velvety hair, now wet, falling on his gorgeous long eyelashes. Water droplets dripping from those ends to his stubbly cheeks, moving its way towards his tightened jawline, slithering towards his throat and towards his chest, and diminishes between the valley. I suck a breath as I found myself with dry throat, clenched stomach and a course of heat shot down to somewhere...deep. I suddenly start trembling as I gripped the pillar beside me. I don't know what I am doing in his house, but I guess I don't wanna know now.
I was about to regulate my breathing when I saw his perfectly sculpted abs. The water drops running down them towards where they end, under his lower...and I close my eyes for my dirty, insanely dirty thoughts and imaginations depicted through that water drops going down, down and...ughh!! Suddenly I heard him calling out for someone.
And then I was about to fall, coz I heard his VOICE. His overly sexy and almost sinful, husky voice. It almost sounded a sinful melody to my ears that I am forbidden to listen. I thought I was close to an orgasm, an "ear orgasm". I haven't heard any of that kinda orgasm though, but I definitely felt it. It did some crazy things to me as I found myself closing my eyes again, revelling in that sound of his voice, as I felt myself humming. His voice was touching me, in the most seductive way possible. I was about to...die!
He suddenly called a little louder this time, and I shot my eyes open as I realised, he was calling for me!! Jeez!!! ME?! Why?! I realised I have something in my hands, a bucket of ice cubes. Allah Miyan! I had to give this to him! But why? I don't remember anything other than this gorgeous gorgeous Greek god, almost naked. This is torture, a heavenly torture. I sighed. But I had to rush, and I rushed.
He saw me coming...from behind the pillar, of course! I was not that shameless! But the way he was looking towards me, I have started having doubts myself. His eyes, his brooding, deep brown eyes, almost a sinful colour of chocolate, were staring at me. I gulped instantly, trying to not open my mouth in a big "O" or maybe stifling back a dirty sound coming from my throat. Jeez! What the hell is wrong with me? I am such a hormonal girl. His eyes have started doing something to me...again! This time I guess it was an "eye orgasm". Oh god! He is such a filthy little sexy piece of shit, with almost every part of his body humming with orgasmic sounds, vibrating in me. THIS IS INSANE! ALLAH MIYAN!!
He said something I didn't understand what it was, I just kept staring at his lips, the way they moved and mouthed something. I felt myself becoming really weak and almost dazed. His lips were the most kissable and the delectable ones I have ever seen, that I wanted to just bite them right there. Or maybe I want those lips to move some more, this time somewhere else, on me, on my lips, on my cheeks, on my chin, on my throat, on my...Allah Miyan!!
I couldn't stand this torture any longer as I started walking towards him. His half-naked, tanned, muscular body getting even closer to me. His chest, smooth and raw chest heaving so sinfully, inside out. I felt my hands won't be holding the ice bucket any longer. As I moved closer to him, I started feeling dizzy and I almost slipped. I closed my eyes, expecting a fall on the floor. So much for the disappointment, I could have gone and fell in his arms instead.
Suddenly, I felt I was not on the floor. I had my eyes tightly shut, as I hit something hard and soft at the same time. A strong built muscled hand came around my waist from behind, and another arm over it. My one hand automatically gripped a strong shoulder and another went around another as it moved over. I found myself breathing really hard, maybe because of the fear of falling, or was it because the hands on my waist almost touching me a bit lower...
I had my eyes still shut as I gripped what felt like a shoulder and another around a neck grabbing soft and smooth hair. As the hands moved further up, my breath hitched as the grip grew stronger. I finally managed to open my eyes to see the sight that beheld me, to be lost yet again.
I was in someone's arms. HIS arms. That gorgeously sexy guy, on whom I was drooling shamelessly, had his arms around him and I had my arms around him, clutching him ever so tightly, for my dear life. He held me so strongly that I almost started melting. Maybe it has to do something with the way he was looking at me. Oh God, those eyes! Those eyes does some strange things to me, not that I don't know what those "things" are...
He kept staring at me for which seemed like ages and I couldn't help but gaze intently at them. Suddenly his one hand started to leave my waist, and I almost whined for the loss of touch, the warmth and did I see a hint of smirk on his gorgeous lips? His hands started moving towards my face and my eyes grew wider in the anticipation as I held him even tighter from his neck. I almost clutched at his hair at the base of his neck, god but he was so damn strong and gorgeous, sinfully gorgeous, and I almost sighed loudly.
His hand moved towards one side of my face and went towards my ear as I felt him unmasking my mask which I had worn over my half face. I still don't know or remember what the heck was it for? I closed my eyes as soon as his fingers touched my earlobe and my mask was worn off and fell aside. I was breathing heavily. I felt his breath over my lips and my lips trembled as I shivered, with my grip getting even strong around his neck. My lips parted with a slow gasp as I felt his breath closer to my lips. He smelled so insanely good, just out of the pool. My one hand suddenly moved toward his shoulder to his arm as I felt his strong biceps and muscles under my skin. I almost hummed at the feel of him. Oh this is death!
His hand moved back to my waist as he pulled me even closer. My hand on his arm as if it grew a mind of its own moved back to his chest, as my fingers started roaming around the length of that well built chest of him. I felt he was breathing hard, his chest was heaving and his heartbeats were so fast, just like mine. I opened my eyes to look at him, and I gasped louder this time as his eyes turned a shade darker. I was about to lose myself, but instead I found a strange strength. I kept staring at him as my hand started moving down further...
As soon as my fingers touched his abs, the perfectly sexy abs of him, I almost moaned; a low throaty moan. I felt his breath hitched as his grip on my waist grew tighter and weaker at the same time, if that was even possible. My hand didn't stop exploring him, as it went around his waist and on to his back. His breath grew stronger and he let out a low groan as I felt myself victorious. My other hand found its way to his stubbly cheek, his ever so perfect jaw, as my fingers started caressing him. He almost leaned to my touch. As soon he moved his face towards my palm a drop of water from an end of his hair, fell on my cheek. I shivered at the sensation of cool water over my heated skin.
He felt me shivered as he looked back towards me. That was my undoing I guess. He stared at me as he started leaning closer to me. His warm breath hit my heated cheek as a current shot down my belly. His breath was replaced by his lips on my cheek as they started moving painfully slowly, as I closed my eyes. He traced my cheek with his ever so soft lips and my grip grew tighter over his waist and around his base of neck.
I felt another drop of water on my lips as I gasped again for the umpteenth time. His lips moved his attention towards my lips as he traced his lips over my lips moving them ever so seductively, just like I thought they would have felt. His tongue replaced his lips as I clutched his hair even tighter. I felt myself giving in,, not able to bear this torture anymore. He isn't even kissing me, he is teasing! Ugh!
Suddenly I felt a drop of water hit my throat and I sucked a breath. This is getting unbearable, gorgeously unbearable. Its strange that I don't even wanna stop...him. As if on cue, he almost knew. He turned his attention further down. His lips started moving on the hollow of my throat as he sucked on it, making me feverish. I let out a long slow moan as I pulled at his silky hair strands.
As his lips were busy in sucking on my throat, his wet stubbly cheek dropped a drop of water further down my chest into the valley between breasts. And my eyes shot opened as an electric current passed through my whole being. I pulled his head down this time on my own. The place where I wanted his attention since I saw his eyes. He murmured something, ugh it's frustrating that I can't remember what he is saying, not even a word. As soon as his lips started caressing me between the valley, I lost all my control and I moaned out a name. "Aahill...!"
I don't know whose name it is. I don't even remember who is he. Maybe it was his name? Then why I don't remember him? Do I know that guy? Ugh! This is so frustrating. More because I couldn't even complete my dream as it broke and I woke up with a jerk, all sweaty and well...wet.
The End.
Okay. I don't know what came into my mind when I wrote this. But I guess maybe I knew? 😛😆 I hope you all enjoy this...wet dream by our dearest Jannat for her Aahil! 😉😆
Edit: I had to change the name of this post. Its Jannat, thats her name actually 😆
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