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

plank of wood. My finger bumped over her clit and she let out a soft cry. She bit her lower lip.

I eased a finger into her soaking entrance and then pulled back and continued teasing her clit.

“Please,” Brooke pleaded.

I pushed one finger in and then added another.

Brooke closed her eyes.

“I need you to open your eyes,” I told her.

She did as I asked her to but her gaze remained unfocused. She gripped the edge of the table as if she would fly away if she didn’t hold on to it.

“I love seeing you so aroused,” I told her as I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy. I fucked her with my fingers and thumbed her clit.

“Oh no, I’m going to come in a coffee house,” Brooke whispered, her voice shaky. A second did not go by before her pussy clenched around my fingers and Brooke let out soft whimpers.

“Can I keep my fingers there?” I asked, before laughingly withdrawing them.

“Oh god,” she said and laughed shakily. “I’ve never done anything so crazy.”

“Me neither,” I said. Brooke brought out my wild side which tended to stay hidden most of the time. I raised my hand, grabbed a napkin and wiped my fingers down. I shoved the used napkin in my pocket.

“That was hot,” she said, staring at me as if I was God’s gift to women.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it but we have a problem,” I said.

She leaned forward. “What?”

“We might have to be here all afternoon,” I said and gestured down at my lap.

“Down boy.” Brooke grinned. “I promise I’ll take care of you when we get home. First thing.”

“In that case, can we change the topic and hopefully, get to go home soon?” I asked.

We talked about everything and anything and five minutes later, my erection had cooled down and I could walk out of the coffee house. In the Uber, we held hands and I fought to stop thinking about Brooke’s mouth curled around my cock.

Ten minutes later, I held the front door open for Brooke. I followed her in.

She dropped her purse on the floor and pushed me against the wall. “I always keep my promises,” she stated in a husky voice and dropped to her knees. She unbuckled my belt and pulled down my zipper.

My cock, reading the signs, jutted out the front of my boxers. Brooke cupped it over my boxer briefs as I closed my eyes and leaned back on the wall.

Then she tugged my boxers over my hard on, setting my cock free. “So big,” she murmured.

“Do you like big?” I asked.

“I love big,” Brooke replied. “It’s every woman’s dream cock.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” I said to her.

She held my cock in both of her hands as if it was the most precious thing she had ever held. I groaned as Brooke raised her head and held my gaze as she took me into her mouth. She took the whole head in and swirled her tongue around it.

“Fuck,” I gasped out. “Do that again.”

She did.

“Fuck!”

She removed her lips from my cock and licked the length of it before dropping her head to take my balls into her mouth, one at a time.

“Take it easy, Hot Sauce,” I said. “This will end before it begins.”

She giggled, giving me the few seconds I desperately needed to get myself back in control. A strangled sound left my mouth as Brooke took as much of my cock as she could back into her mouth. I rocked in time to the bobbing up and down of her head.

A vibration sound broke into the slurping sounds of Brooke’s mouth and my groans. A loud shrilling noise followed. In a haze of arousal, I finally figured out it was Brooke’s phone. “You need to pick that up,” I said.

She slid my cock out of her mouth but kept it firmly in her hand. “No. This is more important.”

Sweet words.

She took me back into her mouth, taking me back straight to heaven. She did things to me with her tongue and mouth that no other woman had ever done. With my thrusts, I slipped my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Then the buzz came again.

“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath. As much as I wanted her to continue sucking my cock, the call could be important. Gently, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and forced it back into my boxer briefs.

Brooke looked up at me with sad eyes.

Her pout made me laugh. “Pick it up. Whoever is calling really needs to get in touch with you.”

“I’ll be back,” she said and picked her purse from the floor. She got her phone from the purse, then frowned at the screen before she swiped it to answer.

I took her hand and pulled her to her feet.

“Mom, hi,” Brooke said as she sat down.

I needed a drink. I left her to the call and headed to the kitchen to make us some coffee. My breath returned to normal minutes later as I stirred our coffee and returned with it to the living room.

I knew something was wrong as soon as I saw the worry on Brooke’s face. I placed the mugs on the table and went to sit by her side on the couch. “Is everything okay?” I said.

She stared at me with stricken eyes. “No. It’s my dad. He’s had a stroke. He’s at a hospital in Florida.”

I went silent for a moment as I digested the news. I tried to picture Brooke’s big bodied, strong dad in a hospital bed and failed.

“I have to go,” Brooke said, her voice dull.

“I’ll come with you,” I said and stood up. “I’ll book us a flight.”

She turned to me, her eyes expressionless. “No, I’ll go alone.”

Her words were like a slap. “Alone?” I repeated stupidly.

She nodded and refused to meet my eyes. “I’ll be fine.”

And just like that, she pulled away. The Brooke who hated intimacy was firmly back in place. Frustration welled up in my