Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

Until Trevor pulls away. He stops completely, and my orgasm collapses. I groan in frustration at being denied, not once, but twice, this morning. I don’t even care that the first time was in my subconscious. He stares up at me from his place between my legs, that maddening little smirk on his lips. “I think it is that simple.”

I drag myself up on my elbows, looking down on him. “That’s why you stopped? Trevor, you know it isn’t. You’re Brad’s friend. Not to mention how my family will feel about me being with someone half my age. Oh god, how old are you now?”

“Twenty.” He presses his lips against my clit, flicking his tongue against it. My entire body jumps. “And I think your family will be happy just to see you get laid.”

I flush up to the roots of my hair. “That’s not the point.”

“Stella,” he says, stopping me from continuing my argument, “I want you. I get that this makes you nervous, and I’m fine if you don’t want to tell anyone. But we’re both adults, and the age difference doesn’t bother me. There’s absolutely no reason that we can’t enjoy each other while I stay here.” I open my mouth to interject but he’s not finished. “Now, it’s early, and no one is awake. But if you don’t tell me that this is only between us, I’m perfectly happy to stay right here all morning, until everyone’s awake and we can ask them. I like the way you taste and I have a lot of stamina.” His grin is sinful as he pulls my clit between his lips, sucking it deep and working wonders on my opposition.

“Say yes,” he says. “No one has to know, and I promise you that I have even dirtier ways to wake you up in the morning.”

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Could I do this? Could I really have a fling with Trevor? My entire body tingles at the thought of those desperate fantasies coming true. It’s only a couple weeks, and no one has to know. I feel myself get wet again as my mind fills in all the possibilities of having Trevor in my bed. He notices, taking the time to plunge his tongue inside my pussy again. “Fuck,” I say, and he laughs, the vibrations skimming across my skin.

“Just between us?” I ask, furious at how breathless I am.

“Just between us,” he says.

I am not prepared. Just a few minutes ago I thought that he was relentless. I was wrong. Trevor’s mouth is everywhere, or at least that’s how it feels. His hands pin my hips to the bed while his mouth plunders my pussy. My hands are fisting in the sheets and I feel the orgasm building again as he dips his tongue down to my ass, circling and returning to my clit. I’m biting my lip to keep myself quiet, and I feel like I’m drowning in feeling as he keeps me on the edge. His

tongue flickers back and forth across my clit, never slowing, never stopping, and suddenly I’m there, so close.

The orgasm shatters down my spine and I arch off the bed, pressing my pussy further into his mouth. He licks me through my orgasm, every stroke making it last longer until my body is shaking and I am limp and spent.

With a final flick of his tongue, he crawls up my body until he hovers over me. His kiss is every bit as possessive of my mouth as it was on my pussy, and I taste myself on his tongue. I let him raise my arms and toss away my camisole so that I’m naked underneath him. I watch his face as he takes in my body, and even though I just came all over his mouth, I blush. He reaches out, runs a finger from my neck down in between my breasts and circles my belly button. “You are beautiful,” he says, and I blush harder, the flush spreading across my chest and neck.

Sweatpants hang low on his hips, and they do nothing to disguise the fact that he’s hard and ready. He follows my gaze and a lazy smile follows. In a matter of seconds he’s naked, and I can see his cock in the light of day. It’s as perfect now as it was last night.

Trevor fishes in the pocket of the sweats and retrieves a condom. “I came prepared, just in case.”

“In case what?” It’s my turn to tease him, and I give him my best innocent smile.

He leans down close so his lips are brushing my ear, the movement pressing his cock between us. “In case I get to fulfill my fantasy of fucking you senseless,” he says softly. Just like that, I’m wet again, my pussy flooding at his words and the raw desire I can hear in his voice. I’m speechless, and the press of his lips just below my ear makes me shudder. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside me,” I say.

“That’s all?” He begins trailing his lips down my neck and across my collarbone.

I realize that he wants me to say it. “I want you to fuck me.”

He raises himself up, knees straddling my hips, and hands me the condom. “Then you do the honors.”

Seeing him tower above me with his perfect body and his cock rigid and straining for attention is an image I’m going to remember after he’s gone. Often. Hopefully with fully charged batteries. I take the condom from him and open it. I can’t help myself: before I put it on him, I have to touch him. He hisses out a breath as I circle him with my hand, head falling forward to watch me. I love the feel of him under my fingers, and I trace the veins running along his length while watching the muscles in his stomach jump.