Forbidden Touch: A Best Friends To Lovers Romance - Iona Rose (free ebook reader .txt) 📗

The thickness of his cock was perfect for my pussy. It stretched it and filled it, causing an almost unbearable fiction. I threw my head back, arching my chest in the process as Blaze brought his hand to my breast to tease a nipple with flicks of his fingers.

His face was contorted with desire and concentration. His grunts told me he was close to coming. I wrapped my legs around his ass and squeezed.

“Fuck Brooke, do you know how sweet you are?” he asked.

I couldn’t answer. A lump in my throat was choking me. He placed his hands on either side of my body and thrust into me harder. Deeper. I sunk my nails into the skin on his back and cried out.

I closed my eyes as a powerful wave lifted me and carried me just as Blaze roared his release. He spurted cum into my waiting pussy, filling me with thick hot liquid.

Blaze stared into my eyes while he supported his weight with his hands.

We stayed that way for a long time until his cock slid out of me and Blaze changed positions to lie by my side.

My stomach rumbled loudly, jarring us out of our post-fuck bubble.

Our laughter filled the room.

“Let’s go and grab something to eat,” Blaze said. “And have some of that wine you told me about.”

“Good idea.” I nodded.

We got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen naked.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Blaze

I felt as excited as a child as Brooke and I walked up to Ken outside the Starbucks where we’d planned to meet. I’d been looking forward to spending the day with Brooke, letting loose, and just having fun.

I knew Ken from a previous New York tour and though it felt a bit uncomfortable to use the same guide and photographer I’d used from another date, I hadn’t wanted someone else. Ken was tried and tested, so I knew Brooke would love him.

I introduced them and Ken immediately launched into an explanation of what we would do and see in the tour. Ken started taking photos right away, putting us at ease by having us do silly poses. He had Brooke relaxed and laughing immediately and I felt glad I’d picked him.

Our first destination was the Brooklyn Bridge, where Ken took tons of pictures while telling us the history of the bridge. I was glad I’d heard it before so I could concentrate on Brooke and mentally record all her reactions.

Brooke looked amazing in a white mini skirt and a colorful top, with her gorgeous hair set free. She listened attentively as if she would be tested later.

With the bridge as a backdrop, I lifted Brooke in my arms and kissed her. The last part was my idea, not Ken’s. I lost myself in the heat of her lips until she pulled away laughing.

“That photo is going to be special,” Ken said as I put Brooke back down.

It took two and a half hours to do the whole tour, a lot longer than it had taken before. It wasn’t difficult to know why. Brooke made everything fun and new while she asked Ken tons of questions.

“Isn’t it weird how you can live in a city and know so little?” Brooke said to me later as we sat in a café, eating sandwiches and drinking coffee.

“It is. I knew you’d love it,” I said. “Wait, let me check my email. I bet Ken has already sent the pictures.” He had. I moved my chair around the table to sit by Brooke and together, we scrolled through the pictures.

“We look so in love,” she said, her voice wistful.

“That’s because we are,” I said and turned to kiss her cheek.

“This one’s my favorite,” she said, pointing at the one Ken had predicted would be special.

He’d captured the moment when we’d both been engrossed in a world of our own. For just a few seconds, the world had consisted of just Brooke and me.

“I’ll forward them to your email,” I told her.

Brooke seemed thoughtful as she sipped her coffee. “I’m beginning to believe that it can really work for us.”

My heart leapt. I kept my cool, not wanting to make a big deal of what she had said. “I’m glad.”

She turned to me. “You’re a very patient man, Blaze.”

“You’re worth waiting for,” I said. “What I can’t wait for however, is to take you back home and devour you.”

She glanced around the tables next to us but it was too noisy for anyone to eavesdrop on our conversation. She leaned forward. “Yeah. What exactly do you have in mind?”

The checkered cloth covering the table went all the way to the floor, so I sneaked a hand under the table and placed it on Brooke’s thigh. “Maybe I can show you a preview.”

“It’s broad daylight,” she said, her protest weak.

We’d picked a discreet table in the corner and I wasn’t worried anyone could see my movements under the table. I slipped my hand under her skirt and ran a finger along the edges of her panties.

Brooke inhaled sharply but kept her facial expression unaffected.

I sucked in a breath at the heat her pussy emitted. I palmed her pussy over the material of her panties which were soaked through. “You’re so wet,” I murmured. “I wish it was my mouth in there. I would drink it all up. So sweet.”

“Damn, Blaze,” Brooke murmured and reached for her coffee. She gulped It down and shakily placed the cup back on the table.

I lifted the hem of her panties and slipped my hand in to find all heat and slickness in there. Brooke parted her thighs as I dragged a finger up and down her slit.

“Ohhhh.” Her face looked pinched. She looked so gorgeous while trying to look as if she was not under the grips of arousal.

I didn’t need to look down to know the front of my shorts was bulging obscenely. I’d become so hard, my cock felt like a