The Trouble With Love: An Age Gap Romance (The Forbidden Love 1)

It’s time to pull out the big guns.

“Go deeper. I want to see your eyes water,” I command.

She slows her movements, hesitating slightly, until she does her best to take me all in with great difficulty given my size, only to watch her throat heave. She does so again, raising her eyes to meet mine, but it proves effortless.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I close my eyes, focusing on the sensations again, desperate for anything until a flash of an image shifts my focus—Amelia asleep in my bed. Little does she know that the bedsheet was only covering half of her body, and the t-shirt of mine she wore had risen to expose the base of her ass.

Biting down on my lip, I feel my dick harden. My mind begins to play tricks, imagining my tongue against the curve of her ass, smelling the scent of her arousal, and tasting her.

I latch onto Alyssa’s head, holding her down for one more thrust before my body shudders with pleasure, and I’ve spilled myself out all over her face.

My heartbeat is rapid, pounding inside my chest while I try to catch my breath, panting for air. Not saying a word, I pull my pants up and quickly check the time.

“I need to go,” is all I say without a thank you.

“Shall we meet later tonight?” she suggests in a seductive tone.

Do I want to fuck her? Probably. If she doesn’t mind sucking me off, she probably wouldn’t mind being fucked from behind either.

“Sure, come by my suite at midnight.”

I leave her room and quickly take the elevator up to my room to freshen up. With the tap running, my hands press against the counter as my gaze falls upon my reflection in the mirror.

I’m just over a year off thirty, an age which should bring wisdom and experience. For years, I busted my ass in college to be exactly where I am. I was never interested in marriage, babies, or even relationships. If I needed to get off, I found a way, just like tonight.

Except for Luciana, the one who managed to get me to settle, at least, for close to a year. Something I managed to hide from my family.

I still remember her like it was yesterday, even though it was only a year ago. It was backstage at a Victoria’s Secret fashion show, a last-minute event I was dragged to by a friend. Jonathan is a photographer, and he thought to introduce me to Luciana. Of course, she was gorgeous—tall, sexy, toned body with beautiful natural breasts. Her golden tan made her skin look irresistible. With dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, she caught my attention immediately.

We dated, and I broke my rule by following the course of the relationship. With both our lives busy with work, Luciana suggested we move in together to allow us to spend more time with each other. Yet, I knew she wanted more than that. She often talked about starting a family, wanting four kids in total. The whole goddamn conversation scared the shit out of me, but she was beautiful, and when it came to using her body, I so quickly fell victim to her powers.

But time passed, and I never made the next move she had so desperately craved—marriage. Jonathan couldn’t understand why I wouldn’t want to settle down with a supermodel. What else could I want?

I had no clue either, so I ended the relationship then and there.

Luciana was devasted, which led me to believe I had maybe acted too harshly. We tried to reconcile, but we only found ourselves in the same position—she wanted more, and I just wanted to fuck someone beautiful without the strings of commitment attached.

It ended even worse the second time, and I made the vow not to fall into that trap again.

But now what? Is there more to this thing called life? If I’m honest, I am satisfied with the way things are. Correction was until Amelia made her grand entrance and disturbed my peace.

Then her boyfriend rocks up at campus, only reminding me of how ridiculous this all is. I’m pretty sure that’s why a week has passed, and she’s gone radio silent, apart from the quick DM she sent me which I never responded to. The whole thing is a waste of time on my part, and for what? She’s too young. End of story.

Yeah, so what if she comes to mind while I’m getting sucked off by another woman.

Momentary lapse, that’s all.

I splash cold water on my face and dry off. Grabbing my phone off the counter, I slide it into my pocket and head downstairs to the main conference room.

This event, hosted by a leading tech giant, is designed for networking. I flew into Houston only this morning, hoping to get out of here by tomorrow.

“Will,” my name is called.

Standing beside me is Lex, dressed in his suit with a drink in hand. My eyes search the bar, but almost as if Lex can sense my desperation, he calls the waiter over and requests him to bring me a drink.

“Thanks, Lex. I need a drink if I’m going to speak to Marshall. The guy is a beast when he corners you.”