Forbidden Touch

Heat.

Not warmth—heat. It crawled under my skin like fire made flesh. My whole body buzzed, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The scent filled the room around me like smoke from a candle. Amber light draped the room, soft and gold like sin wrapped in velvet.

I couldn’t move. Not because I was scared—because I was bound. My wrists were tied with a scarlet ribbon, silky and lush, secured to the brass frame of the bed. I could pull free if I really wanted to. But I didn’t. I wanted to be kept. I loved the way it made me feel. Controlled. Ravished.

I was naked—spread open and trembling.

Between my thighs, he knelt like a beast, eyes locked on my cunt, lips inches away. He watched me with hunger—slow, deliberate—like a predator savoring his prey. His fingers gripped my hips like he owned them. Owned me. I watched as his mouth moved closer to my pussy, hot breath ghosting over slick, swollen skin.

Then his tongue slid over me. A  slow, filthy drag of his tongue from her entrance to her clit—warm, deliberate.

“Fuck,” I gasped, hips jerking against the ribbon.

He groaned into me, low and rough, and the sound sent a jolt straight through my clit. His tongue circled, flicked, pressed. My thighs shook, breath catching as he teased the edge of orgasm with maddening ease.

But then I felt her. A second body moved—softer, smoother, sin made flesh. Her scent—jasmine and wine—clouded my senses.

She leaned down and kissed me—soft lips, full and demanding, tasting of wine and something darker. Her tongue slid into my mouth and I melted beneath her, moaning against her kiss as his tongue never stopped working below.She kissed with ownership, dominance.

When she pulled away, she cupped my chin and stared down at me. Her smile was sharp and knowing.

“You look so good like this,” she purred. “So desperate.”

I couldn’t form words. I was too far gone.

She moved lower, licking along my throat, then down to my breasts. Her mouth was hotter than the air. She sucked a nipple between her lips, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. My back arched involuntarily. My skin burned everywhere she touched.

He pulled away from my pussy, stood up behind me. I could feel the heat of his cock pressed against my thigh, hard and throbbing. My mouth watered without even seeing it.

“You want it?” he growled.

I nodded. My only answer was a moan, deep from my throat, as I prepared for the man to penetrate me.

The vibrations made my clit throb.

His hands gripped my hips, and the blunt head of his cock pressed into my soaked entrance. I gasped as he pushed forward—inch by thick, delicious inch—stretching me open, filling me. 

“Ah—fuck!” I cried out, body arching. Pain mixed with pleasure rising.

He stayed there, buried deep inside me, pulsing. I could feel every twitch of him. My walls clamped down around his cock like my body never wanted to let go.

Then he began to move. Slow at first. Deep strokes that made me feel everything.

Next to me, she laid back and opened her thighs, spreading her pussy just inches from my face.

“Lick me,” she said simply.

I didn’t hesitate. I turned my head and ran my tongue along her slit—wet and soft and glistening with need. Her scent was intoxicating, earthy and ripe.

Schlrp. Flick. Schhhh.

She groaned and tangled her fingers into my hair.

Behind me, he fucked me harder now—hips slapping against my ass. Each thrust pushed me deeper into her. I latched onto her clit, sucking, teasing, letting it pop between my lips before I flattened my tongue and dragged it up again.

Schlick. Schlupp. Slrrrk.

Her legs trembled. “Mmm… just like that. Messy little mouth.”

My jaw ached, but I didn’t stop. My tongue moved faster, sloppier. Her taste coated my lips and chin. I was soaking wet—between my legs, on my face, everywhere.

His cock slammed deeper. My breath came in ragged gasps between licks.

The bed rocked. The rhythm of our bodies filled the room.

Slap. Slap. Schlrk. Moan.

She ground her pussy harder into my mouth. “Right there. Suck it, baby.”

I obeyed, and she came fast. Her thighs clamped tight around my head, her moans cracking in my ears. Her pussy flooded my mouth, and I licked every drop, savoring it like something sacred.

But I didn’t get to come down.

Because I was already there—my own orgasm building, sharp and electric.

I felt it rise in my belly. My clit throbbed with every thrust. My pussy clenched his cock like a fist.

“I’m—I’m gonna—”

“Come,” she whispered, still panting. “Make a mess. Let him feel it.”

Her voice was the final push. My whole body snapped—pleasure tearing through me. I cried out into her cunt, legs trembling, walls pulsing around him as I came. Hard.

“Fuck, Luna,” he groaned. “So tight—fuck—”

He drove deep one last time and came inside me. I could feel it—hot and thick, his cock twitching inside my pulsing cunt.

Everything went still. No sudden noise distraction.

Just breath and heat and the sound of wet skin.

He pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from me down onto the sheets. My body collapsed, shaking and spent.

She leaned over me and untied my wrists, kissing each one softly. I let my arms fall limp at my sides.

“You taste like heaven,” she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “And you fuck like sin.”

I couldn’t even smile. I was wrecked. My mouth still tasted like her. My pussy still clenched with aftershocks. I was dizzy from pleasure and floating in something dangerous.

She curled beside me, tracing her fingers lazily down my spine.

“This is only the beginning,” she murmured into my ear.

I knew it.

I was theirs now.

And I didn’t want to be anywhere else.