Temptation: Part Three - Forbidden Flash Romance

FULFILLMENT

“Rhett,” she breathes, grabbing my forearms. I back off immediately, searching her face for signs of fear. Did I just completely screw myself? I should have waited for permission before I kissed her. Too bad my brain wasn’t doing the talking.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“No,” she moves her hands to my chest and shakes her head, grabbing fistfuls of my shirt to pull me closer, “it’s not that. I-I want this. I want you. But I…” she bites her lip, driving me fucking crazy with need to do the same. “I mean I’ve never…”

Christ. “You’re a virgin.” How in the hell is she a virgin with a body like that? She’s young, but that doesn’t seem to matter these days. I lost my virginity at sixteen, for crying out loud.

She nods, chewing on her lip some more while refusing to look at me. Holy fuck I’m a moron. I try to pull away, but she wraps her legs around mine, holding me there. And I know I could leave if I really wanted to, but god help me, I don’t.

“I’m not afraid of you.” Her right hand falls away from my chest, sliding up my neck into my hairline. “I just thought you should know.”

Better to find out now than after I’ve defiled her, I suppose. Still, I should walk away while I have a chance. She deserves to go fall in love with someone her own age. And yet I can’t make myself let go. 

My dick throbs beneath my jeans, aching toward her. She drapes her arms over my neck and pulls me in for another kiss, her sweet lips so soft and silky I can feel the last of my fickle resolve waning. 

I’m going straight to hell for all the things I want to do to her. 

Nipping at her lower lip, I make my way down to the spot where her jaw meets her neck, suckling at the tender flesh there until she shivers.

“I want you so fucking bad,” I whisper into her throat, reaching for the hem of her shirt. She raises her arms to let me strip it off, nipples hard enough to show through her pink top.

God, her tits are so perfect I just want to stare at her. But that would only make her self-conscious. Reaching for the tie behind her neck, I pull it loose and watch as those tiny triangles drop away, exposing her to the night.

“Rhett,” she moans my name against my lips as I move my hands up her small waist, cupping her breasts and then rubbing my thumbs over her hard nipples.

Waves sound in the distance, along with the ambient sounds of wildlife in the dark. Probably I should take her inside, but I don’t want the kids to hear me fucking her. The last thing they need is more confusion.

Her hands explore my arms, eventually reaching down to pull my shirt over my head. My tongue dances with hers, exploring as much as she’ll let me. She may be a virgin, but she’s an excellent kisser. I can only imagine what that tongue would feel like on my cock.

The thought has me so hard I want to fuck her right here and now and just skip all the foreplay. But her first time shouldn’t be a rough-and-tough fuck on the railing. 

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask, cradling her head with one hand while the other one travels down her body, down between her legs where I just know she is wet and waiting for me. “Because once I'm inside you, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.”

The gasp that escapes her sends a rush of pleasure below my waistline. The lower my hand travels, the harsher her breath becomes. “I want you,” she pants, arching her back until her tits rub against my chest.

I move her arms around my neck again, lifting her enough to slide off her shorts and swimsuit bottoms. Having her exposed like this, right out in the open is so fucking hot I could come without even touching her.

Her lips part when I push her legs open, dropping my hand to the smooth skin at her opening. Her hands dig into my shoulders as I press my thumb against her clit, feeling it pulse beneath my touch. 

“Oh god,” she whispers, closing her eyes while I explore her. As I suspected, she is soaking wet. Her warmth is exacerbated by the increasing coolness of the night and I slip two fingers inside her, probing at her tight walls until her nails dig into my skin and she drops her head to my shoulder. 

The sounds she makes are more animal than human, and she grabs my chin to steal another kiss. I forgot just how much I missed this, after two years of nothing but my own hand to satisfy this aching need.

I keep one arm around her to keep her steady on the railing as I finger her, absorbing every sound she makes with my mouth. When she starts to grind on my fingers, I pump them in and out of her, picking up speed until the sound of her wetness is the only thing I can hear.

“Holy fuck,” she moans, her body losing all rigidity. But I don’t want this to be the first orgasm I give her. No, if she’s going to come I want to be buried in her first.

My hand is still slick with her juices, and while she watches in dazed wonder I put my fingers in my mouth and suck them clean. Some dark part of me is already craving the next time - when I can taste her fully until she bucks beneath me and begs for release.

By the time I get my pants down, my dick is so hard it springs free. Her face shifts, eyes stuck on my throbbing length. 

“Don’t worry,” I assure her, kicking off my underwear and grabbing my cock in one hand, pumping it a couple of times until the tip is wet. “We’ll go slow.”

She nods her assent, wrapping her arms around me again when I slide my hands under her ass and lift her from her perch. Every inch of my skin is on fire, especially when she tugs on my earlobe with her teeth on the way to the deck chair.

Careful not to trip, I sit down in the chair with her straddling me, taking her hand so I can kiss the inside of her wrist. Her long lashes flutter, her nipples swelling once again—as if I needed any more clues to her arousal. 

Already she grinds against my dick, stirring a deep groan that rips up my chest and out my mouth before I can stop it. 

How many times have I imagined fucking this girl? She has featured in more than a few fantasies, though I’m ashamed to admit it. Still, I never dreamed I’d get to live them out, let alone that I would be the first to take her this way. 

“I’ve pictured this a thousand times,” she says, echoing my thoughts. Her eyes are lusty and filled with expectation. And the thought of her watching me, wishing for the same things I wished for, sends me into overdrive.

“Oh yeah?” I smile, kneading her exceptionally firm ass. “How’s it compare?” Is she as filled with need as I am? Or is it just a passing attraction? Suddenly I feel like the world will end if I’m not inside her in the next two minutes.

She shakes her head, rubbing her hands over my chest and down my abdomen. “It doesn’t.”

“Fuck this,” I growl, lifting her with one arm around her waist so I can position myself with the other. She stands up on her toes to help me, wincing when I let her down onto my cock, slow enough to feel every inch pushing inside her. 

“Okay?” I ask, moving my hands to her voluptuous hips. She nods, wiggling a little bit to get acclimated. The sensation is so delicious that I have to force myself to take my time, lifting her slowly and bringing her down again.

“Mmm.” She grabs at the back of my neck, growing more used to the motion with every thrust. Holy fucking shit I can already feel my balls twitching, ready to spill my load into her.

I can hardly take my eyes off her face, except to watch those glorious breasts bounce up and down while she rides me, taking more control until we’re moving so in sync it feels like one body instead of two. 

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” I say through my teeth, obsessing over the feel of her squeezing me, opening up to take every last piece of my throbbing length. 

I angle my hips enough to rub the front wall of her pussy, gratified when she moans so loud I have to clamp a hand over her mouth so we don’t wake the boys. Or the neighbors, for that matter.

She moves both hands to my chest, the pressure driving me wild as she rolls her hips with the motion of her thrust, all the while moaning into my hand.

“You have no idea how gloriously sexy you are right now.” It’s getting harder to talk while I hold back my release, waiting for her to get close so I can time it with hers.

The heat of her body is almost too much when I feel her start to quicken. Keeping my hand over her mouth for what is sure to be a loud finish, I lose myself in the motion, stilling inside her when she starts to convulse. 

Her pussy clenches around me and she cries out into my hand, drowning me in ecstasy so complete it blurs my vision. On and on her orgasm goes, squeezing the life out of me until I finally let go, pouring myself into her. 

As soon as it’s over, I let go of her mouth, breathing heavily into her chest when she slumps against me, massaging the back of my head with her fingertips. 

Night sounds settle around us, along with the light creak of wood from the chair I didn’t notice before. Hopefully it wasn’t enough to wake the boys.

“I can’t…” she starts, searching for the words between heaving breaths. “I don’t…”

“I know,” I say, pushing her hair back from her face and holding it in my hands while she looks at me, blinking rapidly in the faint moonlight. Now that my balls have stopped twitching, the guilt settles in, low and dense and all-consuming. What have I done?

She catches the change on my face, her hand hovering at my jaw. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” I lie, dropping my hand to her warmth once more. I need to lose myself in her again. I’m still inside her, still so blissfully wrapped in her body that I’m sure I can forget what I’ve just done. 

My fingers play at her clit, brushing the bottom of my dick while I squeeze her little button between my fingers, causing her to clench hard around me.

“Rhett,” she gasps, shuddering over me. My name on her lips is just about the sweetest thing I’ve ever fucking heard. Short, haggard breaths leave her as she rocks back and forth on my hand, cradling my cock inside her.

I want everything from her. This, I realize, is where the guilt comes from. Not that I took her virginity, not even that she’s like family to my kids. 

It’s that I want to do it again.

And not just her body. I want Sunday walks in the park and stolen kisses while the kids entertain each other. I want to wake her up with pancakes and take her to bed with such force that my name is the last one she ever screams.

When in the fuck did that happen? All this time I thought I was restraining myself, holding back from looking at her, trying not to conjure her face when I stole a moment for myself in the shower or wherever else the urge hit. Turns out I was falling for her all along.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispers, growing tight around me once more. Her tits hang over me, spurring me on as I speed up my hand, careful not to overwhelm her clit as I move her up and down again, rougher than the first time.

Fuck the meaning. Fuck everything except her body, soothing my pain with every twitch and pulse. I can already feel the results of my first orgasm leaking out of her, but I’m going to come again and nothing can stop me. 

This time I wait until the second orgasm rocks through her, savoring each and every last squeeze before I fill her again. Something breaks inside me when I let go, releasing all the hate and anger I have felt these last years. 

She takes all of it, her thighs squeezing around me as I empty myself yet again. 

“Don’t leave me,” I beg, breathless and terrified at the thought of her moving on. I can’t lose anyone else. I won’t survive it.