Forbidden Touch: A Best Friends To Lovers Romance by Iona Rose (best classic literature .txt) 📕

around one nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, and nipped it gently before moving to the other one.

His rock-hard cock rubbed against my thigh and my hands itched to wrap around it. I wasn’t brave enough to reach for it as I wasn’t sure how far he planned to take things.

I moaned loudly, not caring to pretend any more. My nipples were like spikes on my chest. I arched my torso, pushing my nipple deeper into his mouth. Blaze’s hand dropped to cup my pussy and, in that moment, the reality of what we were doing hit me.

I sucked in a breath as his fingers grazed over my pussy. My best friend had just touched my pussy. He rested his hands on my inner thighs and then I felt his thumbs on the sides of my pussy.

His strokes were so light, I could have thought it was my imagination.

I had to stop it, my brain screamed but my body did the opposite and arched itself yet again. Of their own violation, my thighs parted further, giving him better access.

His mouth left my aching nipples and he lowered himself until his face was between my legs. He pulled down my shorts in one movement.

I needed to stop him. Tell him we were friends not lovers. That thought died as soon as it had formed. A war raged between my brain and my body.

My body won. I just needed to be relieved of the desperate ache in my pussy. I kicked off my shorts and shamelessly splayed my legs.

He didn’t bother removing my bikini bottom, merely pulled it to one side.

When his tongue flicked across my pussy, I gasped. “Please!” It took a moment to realize the word came from my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was begging my best friend to eat my pussy. So wrong but I was powerless to stop myself.

“Is this what you wanted?” Blaze asked.

His words caused a rush of arousal to spread over my body. “Yes,” I said.

He gave another swipe of my pussy slit with his tongue, applying just the right amount of pleasure.

I screamed. “Please.”

“You wanted this so bad that you were willing to drop your panties for a stranger?” Blaze said, his voice harsh.

I should have stopped it then, but I couldn’t. I teetered on the edge.

He curled his tongue, pushed it deep into my pussy and fucked me with it.

Every stroke stroked the fire in my belly until I wanted to cry. He withdrew his tongue and replaced it with one finger and then another. My pussy clenched around his digits as he pumped in and out. His tongue lapped at my clit while his fingers worked their magic and in seconds, my body started to convulse and I whimpered as an orgasm swept over me, rocking me to my core.

When it was over, I went still but my body, my pussy still ached. It wasn’t enough. The orgasm had lit a deeper fire in me. I needed more. Wanted more.

“Tell me what you need, Brooke?” Blaze said, his voice husky, no longer angry.

I wanted him to fill me with his cock but I couldn’t say it. This was Blaze, my best friend. How did you tell your best friend to fuck you? Who was I kidding? We had crossed that line. Our relationship was now undefined.

He pulled down my bikini bottom and evidence of my fresh arousal gushed out of my pussy. He ran a finger along my wet slit and then withdrew his finger. He got off the bed and stared down at me.

Frustration filled my chest.

“I’ll be in my bedroom. You have to ask for it if you want it,” Blaze said quietly.

Chapter Ten

Blaze

Twenty minutes had passed and my cock was still as hard as a rock. I couldn’t remove the image of Brooke’s dripping wet pussy. I kept remembering how it had felt to have her tight pussy clenched around my fingers. I imagined the same pressure around my cock and my hard on became painful.

The front of my boxer briefs formed an obscene tent but no one was here to see it but me. I had stripped off when I entered my bedroom, almost sure Brooke would follow me. With every minute that passed, my hopes were dashed. She wasn’t going to come.

I pulled down my boxer briefs and lay on top of bed willing the hard on to die down. I gripped my painful cock but refused to give in to the urge to jerk myself off. Then I heard the sound of a door opening. I went still and cocked my ear.

Brooke, I thought, when soft footsteps stopped in front of my door. My heart raced as the doorknob turned and the door swung open.

Brooke.

She stepped into the room and shut the door.

I was barely breathing as she stood at the foot of the bed and stared at me.

Her gaze went down to my massive cock and her eyes widened.

Stupid pride rushed through me. Girls loved the size of my cock but at this moment the only girl I wanted to please was Brooke.

She wore a shirt with the buttons open.

When she shrugged out of it, I almost creamed myself when she stood there naked. “Beautiful,” I murmured.

She stood unmoving and allowed me to have my fill of her gorgeous curves. Then she got on the bed and straddled me. My hands automatically went to her thighs and I softly stroked them. I’d waited for this moment and dreamed of it, all the while knowing it would never happen.

I didn’t intend to rush this. I teased her by grazing my hands lightly over her pussy lips. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine. Tentatively, she explored my lips and then my mouth. I reached for the back of her head and kissed her until we were both breathless.

My other hand stroked her back, her curvy ass and then snaked between her legs to stroke her sweet tight pussy. It