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

be normal and happy like everyone else but what really helped was coming to your house.”

I recalled how much Brooke hated going home which had always puzzled me. I never could understand what she liked so much about my noisy chaotic home.

“Your parents were awesome. I loved it when your mom scolded me or made me clean up,” Brooke said with a laugh. “It made me feel alive. Visible.”

My chest ached with sadness. “How could such normal looking people do that to a child? It’s abuse!” It was a miracle that Brooke had turned out the way she had—a normal well-adjusted adult. I caressed her face and leaned down to kiss her. “Have you ever asked them why they were like that?”

She shook her head, a vulnerable look in her eyes. “No. My parents are not the kind of people you talk about such things with. I’ll only end up hurting myself. They’ll pretend not to know what I’m talking about.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” I said, feeling helpless and inadequate.

“Don’t sound so sad for me,” Brooke said. “It wasn’t all bad. I had your parents. They made me know what normal looked like.”

“Until Dad died,” I said.

“Yeah,” Brooke said. “But the three of you were awesome. You banded together and tried to make life as normal as possible.”

“We had to, for Mom’s sake,” I explained.

“You’re lucky to have each other,” Brooke said.

“I’m lucky to have you,” I told her. “You’ve brought fun and focus into my life.”

Brooke giggled. “Those two words do not belong in the same sentence. Fun and focus.”

“In your world, they do. You’re fun and you are focused. My mom can’t stop telling me how impressed she is that I actually own a house,” I said with a laugh and then grew solemn. “After Jack and I finished college, got jobs, and moved out of the house, I was determined to be young again. No responsibilities apart from the bare necessary.”

“And then I came with the idea of buying a house,” Brooke said.

“A good thing.” I nodded. “Jack and I had tried all our growing years to fill the shoes that Dad left. I wanted to be carefree again, but it wasn’t as fulfilling as I thought it would be.”

“You’re an old soul in a young body,” Brooke said.

“I agree. I can’t turn back the clock and recapture my youth. I am who I am and I like it. Adulting with you is fun, Hot Sauce.”

“Thanks,” she said. She popped open the top button of my shirt and then another. She played with the hairs on my chest.

My insides clenched. “Is this the fun part of adulting?”

She lowered her head to my chest in response and kissed my exposed skin.

I closed my eyes as Brooke popped more buttons and opened my shirt.

“I love your nipples,” she said as she sucked on one and played with the other.

“I love yours more,” I said, making a move to her breast.

She slapped my hand away. “I don’t want any distractions.”

I lay back and gave myself completely to Brooke to do with me as she wished. I fisted my hands to keep them in place as small grunts escaped my mouth. “That feels good,” I groaned as she trailed kisses down my belly. My breath suspended when her hands moved to unzip my pants. It was unnatural for me to stay still but I forced my hands to remain in place. I longed to fill them with her soft flesh.

She reached into my boxer briefs and pulled out my painfully hard cock. The relief of having her stroking my cock with her hand almost made me explode but I managed to control myself.

Her tongue lapped at the head of my cock and swirled around the sensitive tip. “I love how big you are,” Brooke cooed as she sucked on it like it was her favorite flavor of ice cream.

“That feels so good,” I said.

“It’s only the beginning.”

“Fuck.” I thrust upwards into her hand and mouth.

She chuckled softly. “Someone’s impatient.” Then she slid her mouth all the way down along my shaft.

I almost creamed myself. There were no half measures with Brooke. When she did something, she gave her all. My cock hit the back of her throat before she pulled out and did the same thing all over again. She teased me with the muscles of her mouth, while licking the tip of it with her tongue.

I rocked in time to her movements, shoving my cock inside her mouth. I could feel an orgasm building up. I held her shoulders. “I want to be inside you.”

“You never want to come in my mouth,” she complained.

I chuckled softly, the urge to come decreasing. “That’s because I like it when we come together.” I’d always been a considerate lover and for me, a woman’s pleasure came before mine. But with Brooke, my pleasure ranked way below. She came first, second and third.

I watched her as she got off the bed and slowly undressed. I feasted my eyes on her curves as she exposed herself to me. Her breasts spilled over the top of her lacy bra as she stepped out of her panties. Next to come off was her bra and while she snapped it open, I pulled down my pants and shrugged off my shirt.

She straddled me again and I pulled her to me so I could kiss her. I groaned as her nipples grazed my chest. I palmed her breasts and brushed my thumbs over her nipples. “Your body is perfect Hot Sauce,” I said to her.

“Thanks,” Brooke said, her words coming out like a moan.

There was so much I wanted to do to her and as much as I loved being under Brooke and letting her do things to me, I wanted to do more. I flipped us around and lined her body with mine. “I want to make love to you,” I whispered to her while looking into her eyes.

“I want you to make love to me,” she said without