Chapter 244: Morning surprise with Aisha Part -1(R-18)

*** Back at Rohits room ***

"Relax." Aisha grinned, completely unbothered. "Everyone’s out, and the maids don’t come up here unless someone calls them."

She stepped closer, fingers already playing with the edge of her towel as she stood between his knees.

"So... are we playing or not?"

A slow, crooked smile spread across Rohit’s face. He pushed the laptop aside and pulled her straight onto his lap in one smooth motion. His hands settled on her bare thighs as he tilted his head, pretending to think.

"Play?" he murmured, voice low. "What kind of game are you hinting at, exactly?"

Aisha raised an eyebrow, a smug little smile curling her lips as she caught the invitation in his tone.

"The kind where we don’t stop until we’re both ruined," she answered. "No holding back. No leftover patience."

As if to prove her point, she slowly stood up and tugged the towel loose.

The soft fabric slipped from her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a tiny yellow thong.

Full, rounded breasts that were heavier than they first appeared came into view — soft, pale, and tipped with tight pink nipples. They carried a gentle weight that made them bounce lightly as she moved.

She placed one knee between his legs and leaned in until their faces were only inches apart. Her voice dropped into a soft, taunting whisper.

"This time I’m setting the rules."

Her fingers brushed along his jaw, then lightly traced his lower lip. Before she could go further, Rohit caught her wrist, eyes narrowing with lazy suspicion.

"Since when did you get this bold?" he asked, thumb stroking the inside of her wrist. "Did someone make you greedy last night?"

Aisha let out a short, breathy laugh and deliberately collapsed forward against him, pressing her bare chest to his shirt so he could feel every soft curve. She stayed there for a second, lips close to his ear.

"Maybe I just got tired of waiting for you to start," she murmured. Her hands slid under his shirt, palms warm against his back as she hugged herself tighter to him. "Every time you leave me alone I end up touching myself thinking about how you fuck me... and it’s getting annoying."

Rohit’s hands moved slowly up her bare back, fingers spreading over her skin. His voice came out rougher than before, still teasing but thicker with interest.

"Then stop thinking about it." He pulled her hips flush against the growing hardness beneath the towel. "You’re already on my lap. Use that pretty mouth for something better than complaining."

Aisha pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, a wicked little smile playing on her lips. She rolled her hips once, deliberately slow, grinding down against him.

"Make me," she whispered.

Rohit grumbled against her skin and firmly pushed her back by the shoulders so he could reach for the phone. The screen showed a missed video call from his mother. A second later a normal voice call came through.

He answered it, already raising a finger to his lips in warning as he mouthed be quiet at Aisha and turned the screen so she could see the dialer.

"Hi, Mom," he said, forcing his voice to stay even. "Sorry I missed the video call. I was in the middle of exercising."

Ragini’s tone immediately turned playful.

"Exercising? Or did you miss me so much that you ended up doing something you shouldn’t?"

Rohit dodged the question smoothly.

"I decided to work out instead. Might not continue what we talked about for now."

On the other end, Ragini sounded more convinced than ever that her degenerate son was in the middle of something filthy. She chuckled and let the topic drop, then her tone turned more serious.

"Naina called me personally. She subtly complained that you haven’t given her any time. As the scion of the Chambani Group, losing her interest would be fatal for the Singhania family."

Rohit paused for a moment. He recalled the half-hearted messages from Naina Chambani and the meeting he had postponed due to unavoidable reasons.

"I’ll handle it," he said quietly.

Meanwhile, Aisha’s eyes narrowed with impatience.

While he was still speaking, she slowly slid off his lap and sank to her knees between his legs. Her fingers found the towel at his waist, then the zipper of his pants, drawing it down with deliberate care.

Rohit shot her a sharp stare, still listening to his mother on the other end of the line.

Aisha only smirked up at him. Without hesitation she freed his cock and took him into her mouth, warm and wet, sinking down until her soft lips stretched around the thick shaft.

To make it better, she pressed her full, rounded breasts together around the base, sandwiching the lower half of his cock between the soft, warm flesh while her mouth worked the rest.

A low, involuntary growl rumbled in Rohit’s throat mid-sentence.

He clenched his jaw and tried to keep his voice steady, one hand gripping the armrest while the other hovered uncertainly over Aisha’s head as she began to move.

Her tongue slid along the underside of his cock with slow, teasing pressure, cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

The soft weight of her breasts stayed wrapped around the base, creating a hot, dual sensation that made it harder for him to focus on the call.

Ragini’s teasing voice continued for another few seconds before she finally let him go, clearly amused.

The moment the call ended, Rohit’s restraint snapped.

He clenched his teeth, grabbed a fistful of Aisha’s hair, and started using her mouth properly — thrusting deeper in steady, controlled strokes like he was fucking a warm, willing pussy.

Aisha took it without pulling away, eyes half-lidded, letting him set the pace while her breasts remained pressed tightly around the lower part of his shaft.

It didn’t take long.

Rohit’s grip tightened as he pushed deeper and held her there. His cock pulsed hard, releasing three thick spurts straight down her throat. Aisha stayed still and swallowed around him, taking everything without spilling.

When he finally pulled out, a thin string of saliva and cum connected her lips to the tip for a second before breaking. Aisha wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then opened it to show him — clean, nothing left.

Rohit cupped her chin and leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her face away with a small, wicked smile.

Instead she rose, turned around, and braced her hands on the desk.

Looking back over her shoulder, she reached between her legs, took his still-hard cock, and guided the slick head through her wet folds until it rested right at her entrance.

She pushed back just enough to let the tip sink in, soft and deliberate, waiting for him to take the rest.