Xhani's POV
I had been driving for the last 30 minutes, with no clear destination in mind. The rain was still coming down hard, and I headed uphill toward a lookout point I knew of, about 35 minutes from Zain's school.
We drove in silence, the tension in the car growing thick. I felt suffocated. Finally, I parked at the cliff's edge and turned off the engine.
A couple of minutes passed, and Zain still hadn't said a word, his gaze fixed on the storm outside. We were alone; no one else was at the lookout.
I finally spoke, breaking the silence. "Why are we here, Zain?"
"Why do you think?" he replied coldly, his eyes meeting mine.
"You broke up with me. You made it clear you don't want anything to do with me." My voice trembled, but I refused to cry over a man who dumped me.
"I did that because you have doubts and insecurities," he said, staring directly into my eyes.
I looked into his eyes and felt myself melting. I loved this man. How could I bear the thought of letting him go?
"Do you trust me?" he asked, breaking the quiet.
"Trust is earned, Zain. It's not just given," I said, avoiding his gaze to hide my tears.
"Dana. Her name is Dana. She's my childhood friend—we grew up together from the age of three. She understands me; she's very close to me. But that doesn't mean anything is going on between us," he said, his voice low and hurt. "I didn't tell her about you because she's possessive of me and doesn't want me to get hurt. That's why I never mentioned her to you. If you still don't believe me, there's not much more I can do."
"You could have told me about her, so I didn't have to find out through social media. You made a fool of me, Zain," I said, my voice breaking as tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Hey, hey, I'm sorry," he said, gently wiping my tears and placing a tender kiss on my lips. "I should've been honest with you."
"I was hurt too, Zain," I continued. "I hadn't seen you in two days. You didn't call or check in. I kept calling with no answer. And on top of that, there was my indecent photo circulating."
"I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't think that picture would hurt you so much. I'll take it down right now," he said, his tone filled with regret and sadness. He let go of my face, pulled out his phone, and immediately removed the photo from his social media.
Turning back to me, he held my hands. "I'm sorry, Princess. I won't let this happen again," he said, then kissed me.
The kiss started soft but quickly became rougher, with him biting and teasing my lips. His tongue pressed into my mouth, exploring and teasing mine. The heat of his kisses made me grow wet between my legs. He pulled away and trailed kisses down my cheeks, chin, and neck, then to my shoulder. When his lips found my ear, he licked and bit it gently, causing a low moan to escape me. "I want you right now, Princess," he whispered, still playing with my ear.
He brought his hands to my chest and started unbuttoning my wet shirt. Gently, he slipped it off, leaving me in just my white bra. He cupped both my breasts, kneading them while kissing my neck.
I arched my back, tilting my head back in pleasure, moaning his name. "Ahhhhhh, Zain!"
He let go of my right breast, hastily unbuttoning his pants and freeing his big, hard cock. He grabbed my hand and placed it on him.
"Touch it, baby," he said breathlessly.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him up and down. He seemed to grow even harder with every movement.
He let go of me to tear off his shirt, then reclined his seat until it lay flat. "Come sit on me, Princess," he said, offering his hand for balance.
"What if someone sees us, Zain?" I asked, nervous about being caught.
"The rain's too heavy. No one can see in. And no one's here, Princess," he reassured me, still holding my hands and guiding me onto his lap.
"Zain, I'm scared someone might see us…" I glanced anxiously out the window.
"Please don't ruin this moment. Just enjoy," he pleaded, sounding impatient.
He shifted my thin underwear aside and placed his cock between my folds, letting the slickness of my juices coat his length. Then he lifted my hips, positioned himself, and lowered me onto his cock.
I cried out in pleasure as I felt him stretch me, filling me completely.
"Ahhhh, fuck, Princess—you're so tight," he groaned, kissing me.
He gripped my hips, moving them in a rhythm that made us both moan. He nuzzled his head between my breasts, sucking and licking. I kept bouncing on him, enveloping him deeper.
"Ahhh, baby, you feel so good inside me," I moaned, picking up the pace.
"Yeah… ah, fuck… you like how I fill your whole pussy with my dick?" he rasped in his husky voice, his mouth still on my chest. I knew I'd have a large hickey later.
Our thrusts grew faster and harder, and he guided my hips in a fluid, urgent motion. Wet sounds mixed with the rain's roar.
"Ahhhh, fuck, baby—I'm so close to cumming inside you," he shouted over the downpour. It was a good thing the rain was so loud; otherwise, we'd surely have been heard.
"Ahhh, Zain, I'm gonna cum," I screamed, feeling my climax explode in my core.
"Yes, cum for me, Princess. I'm cumming too," he groaned, biting down on my neck as he released his hot seed inside me.
"Ahhhhhhhh," I cried out as my orgasm overtook me, leaving me trembling against his chest. Exhausted, I collapsed onto him, both of us gasping for air.