Forbidden Touch: A Best Friends To Lovers Romance

by Iona Rose

  “Look down and tell me what you see,” Blaze urged.

  “What?” I said. Surely, he didn’t mean that…

  “You heard me,” he said.

  I propped myself on my elbow and looked down.

  The head of his cock was inside my pussy.

  His hand gripped the base of it and his thighs rested against mine. “Brooke!”

  “Your big cock is pushing against my pussy,” I said, my voice unsure but as soon as the words were out sharp arousal flooded me.

  Blaze pushed his cock another inch in.

  “Oh god,” I cried. “It’s filling me up, making me feel so good,” I said.

  “Do you want more?” Blaze said.

  “Yes,” I said. “All of it. Fuck me Blaze.”

  “Fuck, I almost came before we started,” he said. “You’re so fucking hot. “

  I fell back on the bed, as he pushed his cock all the way in, his balls slamming against my ass. My nipples ached for his touch but the position did not allow his hands to reach me.

  I brought my hands to my nipples and rolled them between my fingers.

  Blaze’s eyes darkened as he watched me. “That is so hot,” he growled.

  I couldn’t believe I was touching myself in front of someone else but my nipples ached.

  True to his promise, his thrusts were slow. Excruciating slow. He stretched me bit by bit but I kept myself from going crazy by playing with my nipples.

  “Does that feel good?” Blaze asked.

  I replied with a groan.

  He dropped my legs from his shoulders, lowered himself to me, and took one nipple into his mouth as he continued thrusting into me. “I want to see you play with your pussy next,” he growled.

  I had opened Pandora's box. It was one thing to play with my nipples but my pussy was too private. I closed my eyes and gave in to the wild sensations Blaze was creating with his tongue, hands and cock.

  He increased the speed of his thrusts and before too long, we were clinging to each other as we came. He dropped his head between my breasts and licked the valley between like it was a cone of ice-cream.

  It would be very hard to find a man to satisfy me after Blaze.

  Chapter Twelve

  Blaze

  I woke up to the sound of the shower running. I blinked against the sunlight streaming into the room. I smiled at the fantastic night Brooke and I had spent together. I took my phone from the bedside table, turned it on and glanced at the time.

  Three in the afternoon. We had slept the day away. The screen flashed with multiple missed calls from Jack. I quickly texted him, telling him I was okay and I would see them the following day.

  I switched it back off and hoped out of bed. I hurried out of the bedroom and to the shower. I wanted to see Brooke’s sexy body in broad daylight. I pushed the bathroom door open and padded in. I slid the shower cubicle door open.

  Hearing the noise, she turned around and blushed when she saw me.

  I gave her no time to feel embarrassed. “That was an incredible night,” I said and stepped to her. I joined her under the water and pulled her into my arms. I nibbled her ear and she giggled. Her warm soft body felt good against mine. Her breasts rested on my chest and to my delight, she wrapped her hands around my neck.

  “Do you remember what I said?” I whispered to her.

  “No,” she said, her voice husky.

  “I’m going to take you everywhere in this condo,” I said.

  She inhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling as she did so.

  “But first, I’ll wash you.” I stepped away, grabbed the shower gel, and poured some into my hand. She looked so sexy with her hair matted to her scalp and her face clear of any makeup.

  I rubbed the shower gel on her neck, hands, belly, all the way down to her legs. I added more gel and rubbed it between her legs. She let out soft moans as I washed her pussy but in reality, I was teasing her clit, rubbing and pinching it softy.

  “My turn,” Brooke said.

  My cock got most of the action as she rubbed soap all over its length. I closed my eyes and pumped softly into her soft hand. She used her other hand to tease my balls, weighing them and massaging them with her fingers.

  “I didn’t wash your back,” I said to her, needing a distraction from the orgasm lingering too close to the surface. “Turn around.”

  We were like two kids who had discovered new toys in each other.

  Brooke turned away from me and placed her palms on the wall. Her stance was hot, as if she was surrendering herself to me completely.

  I soaped her shoulders, running a finger down her spine all the way to her curvy ass. I rubbed soap all over it and as I did so, Brooke parted her thighs. I slipped my hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. My favorite part of her.

  It was a pulsing, living thing, responsive to my every touch, stroke and lick. It gushed hot liquid as if Brooke had an unending supply.

  I grabbed her hips and pulled her back and then drove my cock into her pussy. This time there was no teasing, no waiting for her to ask. I needed to be buried deep inside her. I slammed into her over and over again, hoping I wasn’t hurting her but unable to stop my carnal urge to imprint myself on her.

  I felt Brooke’s hand touching her clit and it drove me to a new level of arousal. Fuck. She was touching herself as I fucked her from behind. Who knew this passionate sexy woman had hidden herself behind the accountant label?

  Jealousy speared me as I imagined her with another man, letting out little moans of pleasure over someone else. Another man’s cock encroaching on my property. Brooke was mine. And I was hers. “I can’t get enough of you,” I said. “I dreamed of this for so long.”

  “You dreamed of fucking me?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Constantly,” I managed to say. “I dreamed of the day when I would sink my cock into your pussy like this and slam it into you like this.” I gripped her hips and buried myself into her, thrust after hard thrust.

  “Oh god yes,” Brooke whimpered.

  “Brooke,” I called her name over and over again until I emptied myself into her. I turned her around and held her tight. We let the shower wash away the remnants of our lovemaking then I turned it off and wrapped her in a thick towel.

  I grabbed another and hand in hand, we went to the bedroom.

  Brooke didn’t say much as we dried ourselves and dressed.

  I knew it would take some getting used to the shift from friends to lovers. “Let’s go grab something in the restaurant downstairs,” I said to her when we were dressed.

  “Sounds good,” she said. “I’m starving.”

  And just like that, the earlier camaraderie disappeared and our conversation became stilted. Like two strangers who had been forced to be together but didn’t know each other well enough to talk.

  We ate quietly and afterwards, Brooke suggested a walk on the beach. It was a nice way to end the day.

  “Tomorrow is the bachelor and bachelorette party,” Brooke said.

  “Yeah,” I said.

  “You don’t sound enthusiastic,” she noted.

  I wasn’t. If I had my way, I would spend the rest of the vacation with Brooke. Alone. “I’d rather be here with you.”

  “Don’t say such things,” she snapped.

  “Why not?” I asked, puzzled. “It’s the truth.”

  “You make it sound like there’s more than there is between us,” she said.

  I stopped walking. “What do you think this is? A vacation fling?”

  She nodded. “Yes. That’s how you roll. You love women and you can’t stay with one.”

  Her words hurt even if I knew it was my own fault she believed that. “Maybe I hadn’t found the right one,” I said.

  She poked me on the chest hard, with her finger. “Look, I’d rather we didn’t pretend this was more than it is. I knew what I was doing when we slept together. I knew exactly what it was. So, don’t feel the need to whisper sweet words to me. I love y
our body and you love mine.” She turned and hurried off. I stared at her dumbfounded.

  Pain rumbled through me. Had I been a fool in thinking she felt something more for me other than lust?

  I felt like such an idiot. I’d already planned the rest of our lives in my head. I watched her form disappear. Instead of following her, I returned to the condo, grabbed a beer and sat on the balcony.

  Brooke returned half an hour later. She joined me on the balcony with a glass of wine. “Are we good?” she said.

  “Yeah,” I said and smiled. I wasn’t one to give up easily. I hadn’t become the manager at work by giving up on what I wanted.

  “What are the plans for tomorrow?” she said. “Any wild parties, not that I need anything wild after last night and today.”

  I laughed feeling glad she could make fun of the wild sex between us. “The usual. The guys will be in Jack’s suite and will have some dancers I think,” I said. “And the girls will be in Amelia’s suite. Maybe there’ll be male strippers.”

  “Sounds like fun,” Brooke said.

  “By the time I’m done with you Missy, you won’t want to look at another cock for weeks,” I said.

  She laughed. “I believe you. I’m halfway there.”

  We exchanged an affectionate look, devoid of embarrassment or discomfort.

  “I know you said everywhere, but I have to tell you, I’m not an exhibitionist and this balcony just won’t work for me,” she said, her tone seductive.

  My cock started swelling. “Me neither. I like to keep my business private. And speaking of private, shall we go into your bedroom this time? That bed needs to be christened.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Brooke

  I looked at my reflection in the wardrobe mirror. I’d picked an asymmetrical sundress with a slit at the sides. I leaned forward and looked at my chest. I’d loved it when I bought it but now, I worried it showed too much of my cleavage.

  We were in a tropical paradise and anything went. Besides, I’d noticed the other girls wore revealing clothes so I wouldn’t look out of place at the bachelorette party. I picked my purse up from the bed and left my bedroom.

  Blaze waited in the living room and he stood up when he heard my footsteps.

  He wore a sexy blue shirt with a few buttons undone and a pair of cream chinos. He looked so hot and carefree. He whistled. “You look hot!” he said. His gaze glued to my cleavage.

  “I feel like I’m revealing too much,” I said.

  “You are but no one is going to be complaining, especially me. I want to rip that dress off you, Hot Sauce.”

  Heat enveloped me at his words. My panties grew damp and then wet.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  I realized I was frowning. “Oh, it’s just that I’ll have to change into another pair of panties. The ones I’m wearing are completely soaked,” I said, my words coming out as if I was short of breath.

  “I can help you with that,” Blaze said.

  “Yeah?” I asked as I whirled around and sashayed back to my room, with Blaze hot on my heels.

  “We don’t want to ruin your dress,” he said. “Let’s remove it first and then change your panties.”

  I giggled. “We don’t need to remove my dress for that.” It was fun teasing him.

  “Of course we do,” he growled as he pulled it over my head and carefully arranged it on the bed. He pulled me into his arms and slid his hand under my neck.

  His masculine scent hit me as he angled his mouth over mine and kissed me deeply. His other hand caressed my back, my butt and my thighs. His hand was everywhere. He dropped his hand and without breaking the kiss, he pulled my panties down as I wriggled them down the rest of the way.

  “One second,” Blaze said as he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, as well as his boxer briefs. Next to come off was his shirt, then he sat on the bed and pulled me to his lap. I straddled him and he buried his head in my cleavage. “Have I told you what beautiful breasts you have?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I figured you were a breast guy,” I said.

  He raised his head and I brought my mouth down to kiss him. Our sexual chemistry worried me. I’d thought that having lots of sex with Blaze would get him out of my system, but the opposite seemed to happen. My body couldn’t get enough of him.

  He had turned me into a nymphomaniac. What would happen when we went back home? Would I be able to resist him? I had determined our sex life would end when we left Hawaii. No way could I continue with this madness when we went back to our normal lives.

  I let out a groan as he nibbled my nipples over my lace bra.

  “I love how responsive your nipples are,” Blaze said.

  He wasn’t the first guy to echo the same sentiment but coming from him, it made me feel an irrational pride, as if I was responsible for how my body reacted to stimulation.

  He stroked the sides of my breast gently before he brought his head down and licked my nipples through the lace material. His back muscles flexed as I raked my nails over his skin.

  His hands reached to my back and undid the clasp of my bra. His hard, massive cock pushed against my hips. Desperate to quench the fire in my pussy, I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his cock.

  I raised myself to a kneeling position so my breasts were in Blaze’s face and I could rub the head of his cock between my slick lips.

  Heat rose from my pussy to the rest of my body. Blaze bit my nipples in turns and then sucked at them as if his life depended on it.

  “I love your big cock,” I breathed.

  His hands laid down to my hips and he dropped his gaze to watch as his cock teased my wet pussy. “You’re driving me crazy, Hot Sauce,” Blaze said.

  It was the first time he’d used his nick name for me when we were having sex. Now, I’d always associate it with this moment.

  Soon, rubbing his cock wasn’t enough and I wanted more. I gripped the base, and slowly lowered myself onto it. It was so hard, it felt like a thick steel rod was entering my pussy.

  A groan came from Blaze’s throat. He held my gaze as I took more and more of him.

  I whimpered as I finally took all of him and sat on his hips.

  “How does that feel, sweetheart?” Blaze asked, beads of sweat covering his forehead.

  “Good, too good,” I managed to say.

  He kissed me when the last word was out of my mouth. We sat that way for a while with his cock inside me, allowing my pussy to adjust. Juices dripped out and coated our thighs.

  Blaze peppered kisses on my jaw and my neck. He sat back and looked at me, his eyes dark. “I never want to forget this moment. You look so gorgeous with my cock inside you and your face glowing with pleasure.”

  I blushed at this. He’d painted a picture I was unlikely to forget either. His hands slid to my ass and he lifted me up and down on his cock. I wrapped my hands around his neck and bounced on his cock.

  “Yeah, sweetheart,” he said as he thrust upwards.

  I gasped with every hard thrust that rocketed me to new heights of pleasure. I moaned shamelessly and cried out Blaze’s name. Tears fell from my eyes as fire raced over my nerves and an overload of sensations came over me. “I’m going to come,” I cried.

  “No!” Blaze growled. “Not yet, sweetheart. I’ll tell you when.”

  “Oh, god,” I said and tried to keep myself from going over the edge.

  Blaze thrust deep and hard and I didn’t think I could last much longer. My legs quivered and I started to whimper.

  “Come hard for me, Hot Sauce,” he ordered and smacked my ass lightly.

  Then as if my body had been waiting for his permission, I screamed as an intense orgasm ripped through me.

  Blaze’s grunts filled the room as he shot hot cum into me. He continued thrusting until our orgasms ebbed away. Wrapping his strong hands around me, he held me close. “How about we take a miss on the bachelor and bachelorette parties,” he said.

  I giggled. “Jack woul
d kill you.”

  “He wouldn’t if he knew what had distracted me,” Blaze said and buried his head in my breasts, his favorite relaxing position.

  I caressed his back, loving the hardness of the muscles underneath. It was easy to forget about real life with Blaze. All that mattered was pleasuring ourselves.

  “How had I forgone all this sweetness for so long?” Blaze murmured as he casually licked a nipple.

  Because we were friends.

  But I didn’t say it. I didn’t want to spoil the moment. Saying the words would have forced us to deal with real life before we had to. His cock begun to swell again inside my pussy and I laughed. “We need to go,” I told him as stirrings of desire come over me.

  “Yea, we should,” Blaze said. “But we need to shower first.”

  “Again,” I said and sighed. It felt so good to feel his cock pushing against my walls. “I don’t want to move.” I sighed.

  “You don’t have to.” He placed his hands under my ass and stood up. As he walked towards the bathroom, his cock jerked inside my pussy, hitting an erogenous spot. By the time Blaze navigated his way into the shower, I was moaning and clawing at his shoulders.

  He pushed me against the tiled wall and held me up with his bodyweight. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as he took me hard and fast. My breasts bounced rhythmically with every sharp jab.

  My screams bounced off the walls of the bathroom. I clung to him as I came noisily. “Come for me,” I told Blaze.

  His eyes widened before a growl rose from his throat. His body shuddered and he gripped me tighter.

  We stared at each other a minute later and burst out laughing. “We’ll never leave this condo,” I told him. “We’ll die here.”

  “Not a bad way to go,” Blaze said, an adorable grin on his face.

  “I’m sorry I’m late,” I said bursting into Amelia’s suite. “Oh, this is beautiful,” I said, immediately distracted by the décor.

  The suite had been transformed into a party zone, with colorful balloons and ribbons everywhere.