Forbidden Heat:Between Friends Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Leo's POV

She rode me hard, her hips slamming down onto mine with every thrust, the wet squelch of our bodies mixing with her raw moans. The couch creaked like it was gonna give out, and I didn't care—didn't care if the neighbors heard, didn't care if Sid somehow walked in, didn't care about anything except the feel of her tight pussy squeezing my dick, begging for every drop of cum.​

"Fill me up, Leo—fuck, fill me deep!" she screamed, her nails digging into my shoulders so hard they left red marks. I grabbed her hips, lifting her up and slamming her back down, hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back. Her tits bounced in my face, and I bit her nipple—gentle but hard—and she came, her body tensing, her pussy pulsing so tight I thought I'd cum right then.​

"Shit—yes!" She whimpered, her body shaking against mine. I held on, thrusting three more times before I let go, shooting another thick load inside her. Hot, sticky, and deep—right where she wanted it. We collapsed together, her head on my chest, both of us gasping for air, the couch soaked through with our cum and sweat.​

The reggae music downstairs had stopped, replaced by the distant rumble of a garbage truck rolling down Sunset. The AC was still cranking, but I was still burning up—from the sex, from the tension, from the pure, unadulterated chaos of what we were doing.​

"Damn," she whispered after a minute, pressing a soft kiss to my chest. "That's two loads. Gotta make sure we cover all our bases, right?"​

I chuckled, brushing her hair out of her face. "Two ain't enough for you, baby?"​

"Hell no," she said, grinning, and ground her hips against mine—slow, lazy, making my still-semi-hard dick twitch. "Doctor said timing's everything. Ovulation's next week. If we hit it hard every day, the odds go way up."​

She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes dark and serious. "Sid's leaving tomorrow. Early—4:30 AM flight to New York. Gotta be at LAX by 2:30, thanks to that bullshit 405 traffic. He's got a client meeting out there, gonna be gone a whole week."​

My heart skipped a beat. A whole week? Alone with her? In their house? In their bed? The thought made my dick harden again, despite just cumming twice. “Yeah? So?”​

"So," she said, leaning in, her lips inches from mine. "I want you to move in. Just for the week. Crash at our place. We can go at it morning, noon, night—whenever. No interruptions. No worrying about the studio. Just… us."​

I froze. "At your place? Sid's place? What if he forgets something? What if a neighbor sees me?"​

"Relax," she said, rolling her eyes. "Sid's a disaster—he packed his bag last night, and he's so focused on this meeting he won't even text me unless he needs something. And the neighbors? They're all old hippies who keep to themselves. They won't bat an eye if they see your car in the driveway. Hell, they'll probably think you're just helping me with the studio stuff."​

She kissed me, soft and slow. "C'mon, Leo. This is our chance. A whole week to make sure this takes. No distractions. Just you, me, and a whole lot of sex."​

I thought about it—about Sid's bed, about waking up next to her, about fucking her in every room of their house, about filling her up over and over until she was pregnant. The guilt was there, sure—like a little voice in the back of my head yelling that this was wrong, that I was betraying my best friend—but it was drowned out by desire. By the feel of her skin against mine, by the sound of her moans, by the thought of her carrying my kid.​

"Fuck it," I said, grinning. “Yeah. I'm in. When do I need to be there?"​

"5 AM," she said, her face lighting up. "Right after Sid's flight takes off. I'll leave the back door unlocked. Bring a bag—clothes, toiletries. Nothing fancy. Just enough for a week."​

She slid off my lap, her pussy pulling away from my dick with that same wet pop, and stood up. Cum dripped down her thighs, and she didn't even wipe it off—just grinned at me, like she was proud of it. "Gotta clean this couch before Sid gets back. He'll have a fit if he sees the stains."​

I watched her walk to the bathroom, her ass swaying, and felt my dick twitch again. Dude, this was gonna be a wild week. A week of no rules, no consequences (or so we thought), and nothing but sex. Nothing but filling her up, making her mine, even if it was just in secret.​

I pulled my jeans up, wincing at the sticky feeling, and grabbed my shirt off the floor. The UCLA Bruins logo stared back at me—Sid's shirt—and I felt a twinge of guilt. But then I thought about Cici's moans, about the way she looked at me when she came, and that guilt vanished.​

"Hey," I called out to her, leaning against the bathroom doorframe. She was wiping herself down with a towel, her back to me. "You sure about this? About me staying at your place?"​

She turned around, grinning, and held out her hand. I took it, and she pulled me close, pressing her body against mine. "Leo," she whispered, her lips against my ear. "I've never been more sure of anything. I want your baby. I want you. And for the next week? I'm gonna have both."​

She kissed me hard, and I kissed her back—greedy, desperate, ready for whatever the week had in store. As we stood there, tangled up in each other, I heard my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out—it was Sid.​

Sid: Dude, you gonna be at the studio tomorrow? Gotta head out early for the NY trip. Can you cover the client call at 10?​

I looked at Cici, and she grinned, mouthing "Tell him yes."​

Me: Yeah, man. Got you. Safe flight—don't get stuck in JFK traffic.​

Sid: Thanks, bro! You're the best. Catch you in a week.​

I put my phone away, and Cici laughed, shaking her head. "Poor Sid." Has no idea his best friend's gonna be fucking his wife while he's in New York."​

I grabbed her ass, squeezing tight, and growled. "Has no idea I'm gonna knock you up while he's gone. Gonna make sure that baby's mine, through and through."​

She moaned, grinding against me. "That's the plan, cowboy. Now c'mon—help me clean this couch. Then you gotta go pack. 5 AM comes early, and I wanna start as soon as you walk through that door."​

I nodded, already thinking about what I was gonna pack—some shorts, a few tees, my toothbrush. Nothing fancy. Just enough to keep me going for a week of nonstop sex, nonstop desire, and nonstop betrayal.​

And as I grabbed a bottle of cleaner from the kitchen cabinet, I couldn't help but smile. Dude, I was so fucked. But for the first time in my life? I didn't care. Not one single bit.​