Forbidden Love Romance

“You don’t want this?” He pauses, and for a second I could swear there’s something almost like hurt in his eyes.

“Of course I do,” I say automatically, before I even think about it. Before I realize that’s exactly the wrong thing to say. He grins and leans in to kiss me again, but I turn my head. Let him trail those kisses along my neck instead, while my traitorous body reacts to him anyway, pulls him closer, digs my nails in deeper.

It takes every ounce of willpower to twist away from him. Especially when he’s gazing at me like he wants to devour me, pull me back to him and touch every inch of me until we’re both begging for more.

“But we can’t. If Dad sees us, if he catches me… He’ll be so upset. I can’t hurt him like that. He wouldn’t understand.”

Josh sits back. Watches me carefully, eyes searching in that way he has, like he sees straight through me. “Wouldn’t understand what, exactly?”

I swallow hard. “Understand… That I want to fuck my brand-spanking-new brother.”

He laughs and lets his hand trace a path from my hips along my side, then around. Down the curve of my back, until his palm cups my ass. “Are you trying to say you want to be spanked?” He smirks.

My breath hitches in my throat, betraying me. I feel myself leaning forward, into his orbit, unable to stop myself. “I…” I shut my eyes. Dammit. I know what I need to do. Stand up right now. Run back to the house. Lock myself in my bedroom and try to ignore everything I’m feeling.

Maybe touch myself, pretend my fingers are his, finger my clit until I come, picturing Josh going down on me all the while…

But whatever I do, it shouldn’t be this. I shouldn’t tilt my face to meet his, let my lips part as he bends down, his mouth a whisper away from mine, so close I catch the scent of his breath, peppermint-fresh, and underneath that, the scent that’s been driving me crazy all day—pure Josh.

“I won’t let anyone catch us,” he whispers. He slides his hand along my ass. Squeezes tightly. I arch against him, instinctive, and my hips collide with his. His cock feels harder than ever, thick against my leg, and I let my hands trace down his chest, feeling the lines of his muscles through his thin T-shirt, inching closer and closer to the bulge in his jeans.

“If nobody catches us, there’s no harm,” he murmurs into my neck as he feathers more kisses along my skin. His mouth is hot, burning, branding. I turn toward him and our lips collide again, possessive, sudden. I melt into him, and let my body mold to his.

His hands slide around to my front, undo the clasp of my jeans. Without realizing, I mirror him, doing the same. Undoing his pants, pushing them down as he pushes mine down, groaning as his fingers brush the bare skin of my hips, my thighs, tracing the edges of my panties.

He looks me straight in the eye, leans in to kiss me again, harder this time. Hungry. “I want you, Paulina,” he murmurs against my mouth. Right before he catches my lower lip between his teeth, bites down gently.

I glance over his shoulder. Up toward the cabins.

I know I shouldn’t. I know that, but that’s only my brain speaking, and right now, my brain is not in control.

“I want to fuck you.” Josh nips along my jaw, sucks my earlobe into his mouth and traces his tongue along my lobe. At the same time, his fingers slide beneath my panties for the first time. Trace over my mound, along the edges of my legs. Around my pussy, but not quite touching me. Not yet. “I want to feel my cock inside your hot, wet pussy.” Only then does he spread my lips. Trace one finger slowly my slit and around the edges of me. He grins, and I can feel that grin against my cheek, his stubble sharp on my skin, sending a shiver down my spine and into my belly. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you Pau?”

In response, I spread my legs and arch toward his finger. Let him press between my lips and feel the slick juices around my pussy. He swirls his finger through them, and I moan, my voice low and throaty. “Fuck. Josh.”

He leans back to smirk down at me. The moonlight catches his eyes, makes the mischief in them spark. “Was that a request?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper. I reach down to slip one hand below the waistband of his boxers. Trace the outline of his cock. He’s thicker than I imagined. I run my finger along his length, savor the way he shudders against me as I measure him. Fuck, he’s huge. Will I be able to take him?

I want to try.

“I want your cock inside me,” I murmur into his neck, my lips on his hot skin, insatiable. I can’t get enough of him. Of the way he tastes, the way he smells. “I want to feel you take me, fuck me, Josh.”

He grins down at me. “Impatient, Pau.” He flattens his palm against my stomach. Slowly inches it downward, taking my panties down. He slides them down to my knees, then spreads my legs, while I try to push his boxers off too. He grabs my wrists and gently pins my hands to the grass on either side of me, smirking. “Wait your turn,” he whispers.

Then he bends to kiss my stomach. He lets his tongue dip into my belly button for a moment, trails it along my hips. Pushes my knees farther apart, and licks along the crease where my thighs meet my hips, first one, then the other. Slow and torturous, teasing. He releases my wrists, and I run my hands through his hair. Gently untangle the knots I find, scratch my nails across his scalp. Then his tongue reaches my pussy, and he flicks it across my clit once, quick and hard. I tighten my grip, dig my fingers into his hair.

He peers up at me, that smile still on his face. “You taste as amazing as I always imagined,” he murmurs. Before I can ask what he means by that, he pushes his tongue between my lips, delves into my pussy. I gasp and let my head fall back, the grass is damp and cool, a sharp contrast to his hot mouth.

He licks me in slow, strong strokes, along my slit, pushing into my pussy between every lick. Every now and then he slides up to flick his tongue across my clit again, and every time it sends a jolt of electricity throughout my body. I tense and jump against him, until finally he laughs and presses his whole mouth over my mound and clit. His tongue collides with my clit directly now, as he sucks on it, licks it hard and fast, his tongue drawing me straight to the brink of an orgasm, faster than I can fathom. It makes my head spin, my whole body swim.

My mouth parts in a silent cry as the orgasm hits, and I arch my hips up into his mouth, dig my hands into his hair as he keeps licking at me, my whole body shaking from the force of the orgasm. When the peak finally starts to settle, I look down to find Josh grinning up at me, sliding along my body until we’re nose-to-nose again. This time I pull him down into a kiss, part my mouth to taste his tongue, catching the taste of myself mingled with his mouth, his scent, and it’s hot as hell.

He pulls away just far enough to push my hair back from my eyes, gaze down at me with something like a wondering smile on his mouth. “God you taste so fucking good.” He smirks and kisses me again to emphasize that point, and I lose myself in him again. I run my hands down his back, explore his body. “I want every inch of you, Paulina.”

“Then take it,” I whisper. But I want more of him, too—I want his skin against mine, nothing between us. I pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside, pull him back down onto me, even as I tug at his boxers with my free hand.

He pauses to yank my panties the rest of the way off. Then he takes his time running his hands up my thighs, over my hips, along my body as he pulls my shirt off as well. “God, you are perfect,” he murmurs, as he dips to kiss my clavicle, run his tongue along my collarbone.

“Fuck, Josh.” Finally, we’re skin-to-skin, his body red-hot against mine.

I trace the muscles of his back. Bring my hands around to feel his pecs, his washboard abs, run my fingers along the V that leads to his cock. I take my time before I finally make my way there, thick and erect between us. When I do wrap both hands around him, I marvel at the feel of him. His velvety-soft skin over his hard shaft, so thick that my hands barely fit around him. I slide my hands up to his tip, circle a thumb over it and catch a bead of precum there, as his eyes flutter closed and his mouth parts in a faint groan.

“That’s it, Pau. Right there,” he whispers against my lips.

I kiss him, and tighten my grip on his cock. Start to rock against him in a slow rhythm as I stroke him. He grits his teeth, and I grin, enjoying the effect I have on him. “You feel so fucking good,” I murmur.

He reaches between us to catch my wrists. Pulls my hands off of him, and draws my arms over my head. Holds them in the grass in one wrist while he runs his other hand along my side. “Careful.” He’s laughing as he meets my eyes again, licks my lips quickly. “You excite me a little too much, Pau. I want this to last…”

In one smooth motion, I wrap my legs around his waist. “Haven’t you teased me enough?”

“Never.” He runs his cock along my inner thigh, all the way up to my slit. Then he dances across my pussy lips, and trails along my other thigh instead. “Can you reach my jean pocket?” he asks, though I’m so distracted, it takes me a moment to realize he’s let go of my wrists again.

I pull his jeans over, fish in the back pocket and find a condom.

“Put it on me,” he says, eyes dark with desire, want. He watches me tear it open, his gaze never leaving mine, even as I unroll the the condom down his shaft.

“Tell me what you want,” he says as I wrap my legs around his waist, my task finished and my hands now free to do what they want—which is currently trail my nails down the length of his spine.

He arches against me, all muscle and heat, and my body curves into his in response.

“I want you to fuck me, Josh,” I whisper.

He grins and pauses, his lips a centimeter from mine, so close I feel them move against mine as he whispers back. “Tell me again.”

“Fuck me, Josh. Fuck me hard.”

He traces the head of his cock between my lips, along the length of my slit in slow back-and-forth motions, until he’s coated in my juices, and I’m panting with want. I can’t take it—I want him inside me. Need him, the way I’ve never needed anything before.

When he finally pushes the head of his cock into my pussy, I clench hard around him, tighten my legs around his waist, and grab his ass with both hands. I savor every inch as he slowly, slowly inches into me. He’s savoring it too, clearly, his eyes half-shut, mouth parted in a long, soft groan.

“Fuck, Paulina…” He meets my gaze again only once he’s fully inside me. My pussy aches from the size of him—I can feel him stretching me, filling me to the max, and I fucking love it. The ache, the swell, the sensation of Josh’s thick cock inside me at last. Just like I dreamed about for so many long hot nights after our first kiss. Our first kiss right here on this lakeshore.

This feels like coming full circle. Like returning to that night all those years ago, only a million times better now, because we’re both ready to take everything we want from one another.

“You feel so good,” I murmur. He laughs against my neck.

“You have no idea…” he replies. Then he pulls out of me, agonizingly slowly again, and it physically hurts not to have him inside me. But it only lasts a moment—then he’s thrusting his hips down again, inside me once more, and I arch up to meet him, matching his pace. Before I know it, we’re moving together, both of us growing faster, more desperate as our pace picks up.

He fucks me hard, drives into me, as I slam my hips up into his on every thrust. He grabs my arms again, pins them over my head in one hand, his other hand cupping my breast, his fingers circling my nipple as he continues to fuck me. At the same time, he trails his mouth along my neck, down my collarbone, kissing me, sucking at my skin, unable to leave me alone.

“I want every part of you,” he groans, and I thrust up against him in response.

“Take me, Josh. I’m yours.”

My head falls back against the grass as he keeps thrusting into me, faster, harder, until I lose track of anything but the feel of his body against mine, the hot slide of our skin, the tight grip of his hands. Pleasure starts to build deep in my belly, a rising tide of ecstasy that I won’t be able to hold back when it hits. I hook my ankles around him, grip his waist tight with my hips as I keep thrusting in time with him.

He locks eyes with me, and I savor the expression on his face—the lost look in his eyes, the spill of red-hot lust that takes over any of his common sense. Neither of us can spare a thought for the outside world now. We’re lost in each other, in this moment, in the sensation.

He angles his hips back, fucks me at an angle so that his cock drags along my front wall, his tip driving right along my G-spot with every thrust. It doesn’t take long for that to push me over the edge I was already climbing toward. I cry out faintly as the orgasm hits me, bowls me over. But he clamps his mouth to mine, swallows my cry with a kiss, and I shake beneath him, lost in the wave of pleasure as he keeps thrusting, harder now, faster, losing control as he nears his own peak.

“Fuck. Pau… I’m going to come. I can’t... Fuck you feel so fucking good.”

I do the same for him—pull him into a deep kiss as his orgasm hits. He slams into me one last time, deep inside me as he comes, and I kiss him so hard that his desperate groan won’t travel through the night air, won’t carry to any prying ears that might be listening. He moans into my mouth and I drink him in, our tongues entwined, as his cock spasms inside me. I tighten my pussy around him, and savor the jump of his cock, the proof of his pleasure.

When we finally draw apart, we’re both breathless, eyes alight with ecstasy. He rolls onto his side next to me, and I curl up against him, naked in the still-warm summer evening air, splayed across the grass.

“That was…” I can’t find the words to finish that sentence. I press a kiss to his chest instead, and run my hands across his abs to hug him against me instead.

“I know.” He laughs softly and plants a kiss on the top of my head. Angles himself down to kiss my temple, the corner of my mouth. Then he leans back, and for a long moment, we just watch the sky overhead. The stars, the millions of them that you can only see this far out in the countryside. Stars that I haven’t watched since that summer out here with him because I’m always busy, always in the city. I haven’t done this—just laid in the grass and watched the sky—since that summer all those years ago.

He must have read my mind, because after a long, quiet moment, he shifts beneath me and sighs. “This is nostalgic.”

“I know,” I agree. I turn to look at him, but he’s watching the stars now too, his face awash in moonlight. “Back then…” I ask. My voice falters, fails.

But he flashes a look at me, and I lick my lips. Find the courage to ask the question that’s been burning at the back of my mind ever since our walk to the grocery store earlier tonight, ever since he started flirting with me and I noticed.

“Did you want me like this back then?”

In the semi-dark, with only the moon and the stars for light, I can’t read the expression on his face. Can’t see the reflection in his eyes—they only look dark and bottomless out here in the night.

Then he sits up, and gently untangles my arms from around him. “We should go inside,” he murmurs. “Before someone sees us.”

He reaches past me for his shirt. Pulls it over his head, and then he’s up and getting dressed, before I can react.

I try not to let the hurt or confusion show. Try not to think about what it means, about why he dodged that question or why he refuses to talk about our past here. Instead, I just pull my shirt on, shimmy back into my jeans, and trail after him into our shared cabin, where he closes the door on his bedroom and leaves me standing alone in the tiny excuse for a living room wondering what on earth is going through his mind.