Forbidden Heat:Between Friends Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Leo's POV

She sank down slowly—so slowly it felt like torture, in the best way. First that warm, wet heat wrapped around the head of my dick, then inch by inch, she took me deeper, until her hips were pressed against mine. I grunted so loud I'm pretty sure the neighbors down the hall heard it—fuck, she was tight. Tight as a vice, but so wet, so gushy, it felt like she was sucking me in.​

My fingers dug into her soft skin, and she moaned—loud, unapologetic—her head falling back, exposing her neck. The afternoon light hit her tits just right, making 'em glow, and I couldn't resist leaning in to suck on that little mole above her left breast.​

She shivered, her hips grinding down on me, and the sound that came out of her? Sloppy, wet, and so damn hot. "Leo—fuck, you're so big," she whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Stretch me out, baby. I need it."​

I didn't need to be told twice. I planted my feet on the floor and thrust up, hard, and she screamed—this high-pitched gasp that made my dick throb even harder inside her. The couch creaked under us, loud enough to compete with the AC and the distant honk of a car on Sunset Boulevard. Dude, this was better than any fantasy—better than all those late nights I'd spent jerking off thinking about her in that stupid yoga gear.​

She started riding me, her hips bouncing up and down, her tits jiggling with every movement. I kept my mouth on her neck, sucking marks into her skin—marks Sid might see, but right then, I didn't care. Let him see. Let him know someone was treating his wife right. Someone who didn't just go through the motions, who didn't make her wear those boring cotton panties, who didn't finish in two minutes and roll over to watch sports.​

"Faster," she panted, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. Her breath was hot on my ear, her voice all shaky and desperate. "Harder, Leo—please. I'm so close."​

I obliged, thrusting up faster, deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her legs shake. She was so wet now, her juices dripping down my balls, soaking the couch cushions. The sound of our skin slapping together—squish, slap, squish—filled the loft, and I swear I could feel every inch of her, every tight, warm pulse.​

For a second, I thought about Sid—about his stupid UCLA shirt on the floor, about how we'd built this studio from the ground up, about how he'd cried at our graduation when he said we'd be brothers forever—but then Cici moaned my name, loud and raw, and all that shit flew out the window.​

“Leo! I'm gonna cum—oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" she screamed, her body tensing up. Her pussy squeezed me so tight I thought I might cum right then, but I held on—wanted to cum with her, wanted to feel her fall apart around me.​

Her hips stopped bouncing, and she froze, her head thrown back, her mouth hanging open. I felt her cum—this hot, wet gush that soaked me, her pussy pulsing around my dick like it was begging for my load. That was it—I couldn't hold on anymore.​

"Fuck, Cici—I'm right there," I growled, grabbing her hips tight, thrusting up one last time. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna cum inside you."​

She didn't stop me. She just moaned, "Yes—please, Leo. Fill me up. Make me yours."​

I came hard—so hard my vision went white. My dick pulsed, shooting load after load inside her, hot and thick, and she moaned again, her pussy squeezing every drop out of me. I held her close, my face buried in her neck, breathing in her scent—vanilla, sweat, sex—and for a minute, everything was quiet except our ragged breathing and the AC humming.​

She collapsed against me, her body still shaking, her tits pressed against my chest. I could feel her heart racing, just like mine, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight. The couch was soaked, my jeans were around my ankles, Sid's shirt was on the floor, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was the warm, soft woman in my arms, the feel of her pussy still pulsing around me, the knowledge that I'd just fucked my best friend's wife.​

And that I'd do it again in a heartbeat.​

She pulled back after a minute, her eyes glazed, her lips swollen. She smiled—this lazy, satisfied smile—and kissed me, soft and slow, not like the greedy, desperate kiss from before. "Damn," she whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. "That was… worth the wait."​

I grunted, still trying to catch my breath. “Wait? How long have you been waiting for that?"

She laughed, a low, throaty sound, and ground her hips against mine—just a little, making my still-hard dick twitch inside her. "Since the day I saw you fix that broken printer in your tight jeans. You thought I was just comin' to the studio to do yoga?"​

I chuckled, shaking my head. Dude, I was such an idiot. All this time, she'd been teasing me, flirting with me, and I'd been too scared to make a move. Too scared of Sid, too scared of ruining everything. But now? Now that I'd had her, now that I'd felt her cum around me, now that I'd filled her up? I didn't wanna stop.​

"Next time," I growled, squeezing her ass, "we ain't doin' it on the couch. Next time, I'm takin' you to the desk. The one Sid built himself."​

Her eyes lit up, that mischief back in them. "Oh yeah? What else are you gonna do to me, cowboy?"

I leaned in, kissing her neck, nipping at her earlobe. "Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you need. As long as you keep letting me fill you up."​

She moaned, grinding against me again, and I felt my dick harden even more inside her. Dude, this was gonna be a long afternoon. And if Sid was smart, he'd stay away forever. Because once you tasted Cici? Once you felt her? You'd never want anyone else.​