How To Break Touch Barrier With A Guy Novels & Stories

"I cannot afford to lose her family's leverage. Breaking up with her isn't an option." Noah stared at him for a long, quiet moment, letting out a weary sigh. "Then option two is going to be incredibly difficult, Chris." "Explain option two." "If you insist on sleeping with her to keep up appearances, you have to find a way to have sex without letting her touch you," Noah stated plainly. "No intimate cuddling. No letting her touch your neck, your back, or your chest. You will have to maintain complete, absolute physical dominance and spatial control at all times. You dictate every position, you keep her hands restrained or restricted, and you wrap the encounter up as quickly as humanly possib

I could feel his dick twitching as I was pressing up on him but I did not touch it. At this point he was sweating and I noticed he was physically trying to restrain himself from touching me until I said he could. When the third and fourth songs ended, I stood up. I faced him and straddled him, “Do not touch me, I will touch you,” I whisper to him. The songs are still playing as I planned and I start kissing him.

Hailey's POV I think I broke him. He hasn't moved in almost a minute since I told him to touch me. Did I make a mistake? I was just in my feelings, and the massage didn't help me in any way. But I mean it, though. I want him to touch me—to fuck me. My voice of reasoning keeps telling me I might be making a mistake and getting more invested in this than I already am, eventually setting myself up for heartbreak. But in this moment, it feels right.

“Let me get this straight—you want your sister and ex to think you’ve moved on and that you’re dating me. But at the same time, you don’t want any kind of contact?” Saying it out loud made it sound even more ridiculous. But I nodded. “Yes.” “No,” he countered and leaned back into the couch. I pressed my lips together. “Well, I said no contact. We’ll find some other way around it,” I insisted and he closed his eyes. “If you want to sell your story, there has to be some form of touching even if not intimately,” I scrunched my nose up as he continued. “And baby,” his voice dropped a little. “I touch my girl,”

That’s the reaction I was hoping for. I walk slowly to the guys standing in place. I slowly place my hand on First Guy’s face and tilt his head downwards to face me. While holding him, I reach out my other hand and signal Thirst Trap to move closer so I can touch both of them. “I want you guys to touch me together.”

The annoying part of this is not that he is touching me all over, it’s the fact that I can’t resist his touch, I’m actually loving every moment of this… “So what do you say, are you going to don’t, or not?” he asked me, moving his hand under my gown, slowly slipping a finger into my panties, waiting for me to break. He is pushing my buttons, trying to break me and force me to submit to him. How do I fight a man so irresistibly hot and breathtaking, how do I resist him?

he said pointing downward, "not with your hands, and not with any part of your body. If you do, you automatically fail." I rolled my eyes and answered, "That's not fair. I won't use my hands but..." He cut me off, "Nope! He will wake up to touch even in sleep, so that won't really count, and you will fail." I rolled my eyes again in disappointment. "Rule #2: No kissing, nowhere." "What? What do I do then? Stand here and look at you?" He shrugged his shoulders and said, "You should have a plan, Miss Seductress."

I move my leg back from his shoulder to where I am straddling him in the chair as I pull my top back off. I see his hands shaking. He wants to touch me so badly, but he knows he isn’t allowed to. I can touch him, and it is unhinging him just like I wanted. Just as the chorus hits, I begin rocking and grinding up and down on him before turning and sitting in his lap so my back is up against his chest. I grab his hands and bring them to my breasts and put his hands on them and squeeze his hands over them as I continue to grind up on him. I let his hands go and push them away right as the lyrics to the song say, ‘they can look but they just can’t touch it’ and lean forward so I touch the ground

“I’m still here.” For a moment, he just stared, fighting himself. His eyes darted from my face to my lips, and back to my eyes again. Then without thinking, my hand slid across his chest, brushing against the hard line of muscle beneath his shirt, and something inside him snapped. The dam broke, like all he needed was a touch from me to finally let loose.

“Don’t notice that your pulse jumps every time I touch you? Or don’t remind you how good I still feel pressed up against you?” I stiffened, my voice barely audible. “You said no hands. No feelings. Just a pup, right?” He paused, the smirk fading from his eyes. “That was before I realized I could feel you… and not just skin deep.” He leaned back slightly, still close enough that his breath danced over my cheek. “So maybe now I’m breaking my own rules and I can break them. Since I wrote the rules I can change it.” I blinked hard, caught between pulling away and falling into him.