Forbidden Heat:Between Friends Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Leo's POV

We stayed like that for a while—her on my lap, my dick still buried inside her, the couch soaked through with our cum and her juices. The AC kept blowing cold air, but my skin was still hot, sticky with sweat. I could hear an ambulance siren in the distance, wailing down Sunset, and some reggae music drifting up from the coffee shop on the first floor—typical LA afternoon, chaos outside, but inside this loft? It was just me and Cici, tangled up in something we shouldn't be.​

She shifted a little, and my dick twitched inside her—still hard, still hungry. She laughed, that low, throaty sound that made my balls tighten, and kissed my jaw. "You're still ready to go, huh, cowboy?" she purred, grinding her hips slow, just enough to make me groan. "Ain't no way Sid could keep up with this."

I grunted, wrapping my arms tighter around her waist. "Sid's not the one here right now," I growled, nipping at her neck. "And neither are you complaining."​

She moaned, tilting her head back to give me better access. "Hell no, I ain't complainin'. But c'mere—let me return the favor."​

Before I could blink, she slid off my lap, her pussy pulling away from my dick with a wet pop that made my mouth water. She dropped to her knees between my legs, her bare knees hitting the hardwood floor with a soft thud, and looked up at me with those dark, hungry eyes. Her lips were still swollen from kissing, her hair messy, and there was a little smudge of cum on her chin—I didn't even realize I'd gotten it there.​

"Fuck," I whispered, reaching down to brush her hair out of her face. "Cici, you don't have to—"​

"Shut up," she said, grinning, and wrapped her hand around my dick. It was still wet with her juices, so her hand slid right up and down, slow and easy. "I wanna. Been dreamin' about this since that day you spilled coffee on your shirt and had to take it off. Saw those abs, and I thought… damn, I wanna feel 'em under my hands."

She leaned in, her tongue flicking the head of my dick, and I hissed—sharp, pleasure shooting up my spine. Her mouth was warm, wet, and she knew exactly what she was doing. She took me in slow, inch by inch, until her lips were pressed against my pubes, her nose buried in my hair. I could feel her throat relax, just like those girls in the porn Sid watches, and she started bobbing her head up and down.​

"Jesus Christ," I groaned, grabbing her hair—soft, thick—in a loose fist. I didn't pull, just held on, feeling every movement of her mouth, every flick of her tongue. The sound of her sucking—wet, sloppy, greedy—filled the loft, mixing with the reggae from downstairs and the AC hum. "You're so good at this, baby. So damn good."​

She moaned around me, the vibration making my dick throb. She pulled back for a second, gasping for air, and spit on my dick—just a little, messy and dirty—before taking me back in. Her hand wrapped around the base, pumping in time with her mouth, and I felt my eyes roll back. Dude, I'd had blowjobs before—plenty—but nothing like this. Nothing this hungry, this desperate, this good.​

I looked down at her, and my breath caught. Her eyes were locked on mine, dark and shiny, and there was a little tear running down her cheek—from gagging, from pleasure, I didn't know. But it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I could feel my balls tightening, that familiar pressure building up, but I didn't wanna cum yet. Didn't wanna end this.​

"Slow down," I grunted, gently pulling her hair to make her pause. "I ain't gonna last if you keep that up."​

She pulled back, grinning, her lips glistening with saliva and cum. "What, you wanna make this last?" she teased, leaning in to kiss the head of my dick. "Or you just scared you'll cum too fast?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Shut up," I said, but there was no bite to it. "C'mere—let me kiss you."

She climbed up onto the couch next to me, and I pulled her into my lap, kissing her hard. I could taste myself on her lips, salty and sweet, and it made me harder than ever. Her hand drifted down, wrapping around my dick again, and she started pumping slowly.​

"Leo," she whispered, pulling back, her eyes serious now—no more teasing, no more games. "I gotta talk to you about somethin'. Somethin' real."​

My heart dropped. Shit. This was it—she was gonna say she felt guilty, that we shouldn't do it again, that she loved Sid. And I'd have to agree, even though every fiber of my body screamed to keep her, to keep doing this forever.​

"Okay," I said, my voice tight. "What's up?"​

She took a deep breath, her hand stilling on my dick. "Me and Sid… we wanna have a baby. Been trying for two years. Went to the doctor, got tested. Turns out his sperm's weak—like, real weak. The doctor said IVF's our best shot, but that shit's expensive. Ten grand, easy. We don't got that kind of cash right now—the studio's still payin' off the equipment, rent's through the roof in LA."​

My brow furrowed. "I'm sorry, Cici. That sucks." I meant it. Sid wanted a kid more than anything—talked about it at every cookout, every beer run. Said he wanted a little mini-me to take to UCLA games.

But then she leaned in, her eyes dark again, her hand squeezing my dick just a little. "But then I thought… why do IVF when I can get it naturally? With someone who's… y'know, potent."​

I froze. Dude, did I hear that right? "Cici, what are you sayin'?"​

She bit her lower lip, nervous now—first time I'd seen her nervous since this whole thing started. "I'm sayin'… I want you to get me pregnant, Leo. Properly. No condoms, no pullin' out. Just… fill me up, over and over, until I'm knocked up."​

My jaw hit the floor. "Holy shit. Cici, that's—"

“Crazy? I know," she cut me off, her voice quick. "But hear me out. Sid'll never know. We'll tell him the IVF worked early, or that it's a 'miracle' natural pregnancy. He'll be so happy, he won't ask questions. And I'll get the baby I want—strong, healthy, with your genes. 'Cause let's be real, Leo—you're built like a brick shithouse. Your kids'd be athletes, no doubt."​

I stared at her, my brain racing. This was insane. Fucking my best friend's wife was one thing—getting her pregnant? That was a whole other level of fucked up. That was permanent. That was a kid who'd grow up thinking Sid was his dad, but it'd be mine. A kid who'd have my eyes, my smile, maybe that mole above my left eyebrow.​

But then I looked at her—her eyes wide, hopeful, desperate—and I thought about how good she felt, how she moaned my name, how she looked at me like I was the only guy in the world. Thought about Sid, and how he never appreciated her—never took her out, never fucked her right, never noticed when she was sad or lonely.​

"Cici, Sid's my bro," I said, my voice shaky. "If he finds out… he'll kill me. And I don't blame him."​

She leaned in, kissing me softly, slow. "He won't find out," she whispered. "I'll make sure of it. And think about it—you'll have a kid. A part of you, even if you can't tell anyone. And I'll have someone who loves me, who fucks me right, who's there for me. Even if it's just in secret."​

She ground her hips against my dick, which was still hard as a rock, and I felt my resolve cracking. The thought of filling her up, of getting her pregnant, of having a little piece of her forever… it was too tempting. Too hot. Too right, even if it was wrong.​

"What if I say no?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.​

She smiled, that mischief back in her eyes. "Then I'll tell Sid you came onto me. Told him you pulled your dick out in the studio, tried to force me. Said I fought you off, but I'm scared to be around you. He'll fire you, kick you out, never speak to you again. And you'll lose the studio, lose your best friend, lose… this."​

She grabbed my dick, squeezing tight, and I groaned. "You're blackmailing me?"​

"Call it incentive," she purred, kissing my neck. "C'mon, Leo. You wanna be the one who knocks me up? Wanna be the dad of my kid? Wanna keep fucking me, whenever you want, wherever you want? Just say yes."​

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. The guilt was there—heavy, thick—but the desire was heavier. The desire to have her, to fill her, to make her mine. Even if it was just in secret. Even if it was wrong.​

I opened my eyes, looking at her. Her eyes were shining, hopeful, and I knew I couldn't say no.​

"Fuck it," I growled, grabbing her hips and pulling her close. “Yes. I'll do it. Gonna knock you up, baby. Gonna fill you up every night, every morning, until you're carrying my kid."​

Her face lit up—bright, happy, like she'd just won the lottery. She kissed me hard, greedily, and climbed onto my lap, lining my dick up with her pussy.​

"Then let's get started," she whispered, sinking down onto me in one quick, wet movement. "Gonna make sure this takes. Gonna be your baby mama, Leo."​

I groaned, thrusting up into her, and the couch creaked again. Dude, this was gonna change everything. But as she rode me, her tits bouncing, her moans loud and raw, I didn't care. All I cared about was filling her up, over and over, until she was pregnant. Until she was mine.​

And if Sid found out? Well, I'd cross that bridge when I got to it. For now, I was just gonna enjoy the ride.​