Hottest couple

Ch-59

Rahul doesn't know if his little brother would work anymore or not. Because he was tortured continuously for the past one year and even now.

The first game was a couple dances. The most intimate couple would get the first prize.

Laya was so close to his body that he could feel that every inch of his skin wanted to feel Laya's skin. He wanted to groan loudly but held it in.

Laya was feeling no less. Rahul's right-left hand was on her naked waist, while his right hand held her left hand. Their bodies were so close to each other. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. She just wanted to rip his clothes and have her way with him. And his hot palms were doing magc to her body. She could feel the pool of heat in her stomach. Her insides were twisting with some foreign feeling. Laya doesn't know what's happening to her but she wanted the man who was standing in front of her. Suddenly everything turned hot, she felt like she was sweating.

And for some reason, Rahul's skin was cold. She wanted to hug him tight and feel his skin. She stepped closer to him and clung to him. There was no gap even a hair wouldn't fit in between them.

"Hiss," she hissed all of a sudden.

"What happened?" he asked as he pulled her further closer into his embrace.

"My heel broke," she said with a pout. His eyes darkened in desire at her action. Only he and God knows the number of cold showers he took. And her pout along with their closeness wasn't helping him any. With a slight groan, he was about to stop the dance for a minute.

"Wait," Laya said hurriedly.

"What?" he said. Without moving she removed her heels and kicked them aside. "Now, we can dance," she said with a smile.

"But you will have cold feet," he said.

"See," she said as she stepped on his feet.

"Can you bear me?" she asked with a smile.

"Gladly," he said with a smile. She smiled at him and pecked his lips. "Now I won't have cold feet," she said as she grinned.

Earlier, they were too close, now they were closer than closer. What shall he do with her? But he loved every minute with her. Seeing her being desperate to win, he doesn't want to disappoint her. When she kissed him, he was beyond shocked. She would be his death one day.

"Rahul! See! You are not matching the steps. Change," she said with a frown when she saw him dazed out.

"Okay, okay," he said and changed the steps.

"Am I heavy?" she asked worriedly.

"Nope," he said pressing at ppp.

"Then I want to dance longer," she said with a sheepish smile.

"Whatever my wife asks," he said. She again pecked his lips when he approved her request.

"Ahhh! My wife is turning romantic now," he said with a groan.

"Why? Can't I be romantic? I am being romantic with my husband. Is that wrong? Would you prefer it If I am romantic with others? Hmmm…. That reminds me there are a lot of bachelors here," she said as she tried to look around. But because she was standing on his feet it was hard for her to do. Before she could say something, Rahul already started kissing her. He left her breathless in front of everyone.

"Everyone is watching," she said as she punched his chest with her small fists.

"I am kissing my wife," he whispered in her ear. Laya shuddered at his actions. His hot breath was fanning her neck, while his husky voice was sending some unknown tremors in her body. She could feel an itch in between her thighs. All of a sudden, she felt something trickle down from her pussy and wet her panties. The liquid wasn't her urine, but something similar to her white discharge yet different. God! This was happening to her again. Whenever she was close to him, this would happen to her.

Her blushing cheeks under the softball light on the dancing stage, and her shy gaze, her jasmine scent invaded his mind, senses, and his every single cell of his body. He could feel his little brother was acting up again. He just doesn't want her to be scared of the presence of his little brother.

But again, she was talking about other men in his presence. How dare she? He pulled her closer, making their body collide with each other. Laya was shocked at his action.

"If you do this, we will fall together," she said.

"Laya, like me or not. You are stuck with me in this life," he said.

"You are aroused," she said all of a sudden.

"What?" he asked in surprise.

She lowered her head feeling shy. He could see that her blush crept from her neck to her cheeks. Imaginary smoke was coming from her ears.

When Rahul pulled her, all she could feel was his poking hot mushroom against her honey pot. When he said something, she didn't even listen. Her mind was filled with sinful thoughts and things. She wanted him to do things that she didn't dare to imagine in her head. And she blurted out something that came into her mind. When she realized it, she lowered her head.

Rahul chuckled at her actions. His husky voice traveled through her rising goosebumps. She was beyond embarrassed. She wanted to leave, and she stepped down from his feet and was about to run, but was pulled back into his arms with a twirl.

"Don't run, Wifey. If you run, what will the onlookers think? Hmm? Media is still around us," he said with a smirk. She badly wanted to wipe that smirk from his face but she couldn't.

Soon, the music ended.

"Awww… What am I seeing? Such a shame… we didn't arrange rooms for the couple. If not, your boss and boss madam would be the first one to get one," The MC said as he teased the couple.

"It's not like that, My heels broke. So, I stepped on him. And I thanked him in my way," Laya said with a blush. Meanwhile, Rahul took her heels, and he broke the heels and turned them into flats, he helped her wear them in front of everyone not minding his image or pride. Everyone let out a small gasp at his actions but felt they were too sweet.

"Oh my god! Suddenly, I regret being single. Don't you think my dear fellow singles?" the MC asked.

"Then get married. Who is stopping you?" Rahul snapped as he wrapped a hand around Laya.

"Shh… you are scaring him," Laya said as she slapped his arm slightly.

"But, he is being jealous of us," he whined.

What!?

Did their boss whine?!

"Let him be. That means we are the best!" she said with a smile.

"Indeed," he said.

"Boss! We are still here. Will you leave right now? Or will stay till the end," the MC asked directly.

Laya's eyes widened in shock at his words. The blush which was died down long ago started creeping again.

"My wife is shy. It means, I have to be here," he said with a sigh that earned a hard pinch from Laya.

"Ouch! Hey! Tell me the results of the dance!" he said to the MC

"Oh, god! Stop it! It hurts, Laya!" Laya pinched hard when he was being dramatic.

"Okay! Okay! I get it now. From now on, if we have something then look for Lady boss. Our boss is a puppet in front of her!" the MC joked before he checked the results. But his joke earned a glare from Laya.

Laya and Rahul won the round as the hottest dancing couple. Later there were a few other games in which they didn't win a single round.

"Rahul! We need to win at least another two!" Laya said as she grabbed his arm.

"Okay! As you say," he says and kisses the crown of her head.