Forbidden Desire

His voice was full of judgment, a stark contrast to the playful atmosphere of just a moment ago.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, my voice barely audible under the weight of his disapproval.

“We’d better go. It’s getting late,” he said curtly, his tone cold as he motioned for us to leave.

We drove all the way in silence, the tension thick between us. I could tell by the look on his face that it would be pointless to say anything now, not least because I didn’t even know what to say. When we arrived, I got off the bike and tried to kiss his lips, but he turned his face away, so I left a kiss on his cheek.

“Are we going to see each other this weekend? My aunt’s going away, and I’ll be alone, so…” I trailed off, hopeful for some sort of connection amidst the tension.

“I don’t think so. I’ll pick you up on Monday, so we can go to college,” he replied coolly, his demeanor distant.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to disappoint you,” I apologized, feeling a pang of guilt.

“It’s not your fault. I got too carried away. See you on Monday,” he said, his words final as he turned to leave.

“See you on Monday…” I echoed softly, watching him walk away, a knot of regret forming in my chest.

He left, and I stood there watching him go, feeling a mix of frustration and longing swirling within me. Why did he have to see that stupid drawing? I thought to myself, chastising my own foolishness. I think I’d better buy another notebook and leave this one here. With a heavy heart, I went home, my mind consumed with thoughts of what could have been.

As I passed the pool, lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t notice a shadow lying on one of the sun loungers until it spoke.

“Did you have fun at his house?” the voice rang out, startling me.

I turned to see him, lounging casually on the sun lounger, his presence commanding attention. He wore jeans that hugged his hips, no shirt to speak of, revealing his tattooed chest that drew my gaze like a magnet. His eyes bore into mine, serious yet tinged with amusement as he observed my reaction.

“What a fright!” I exclaimed, trying to mask my surprise with humor.

He gave a knowing smile, taking a sip of whiskey as he regarded me with a mixture of curiosity and something else I couldn’t quite place.

“How did you know I was at his house?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“I asked your aunt where you were because I was worried you were taking too long. Then she told me something funny,” he explained, his tone light yet tinged with irony.

He walked over to me, stopping just a few centimeters from my face, his presence intoxicating as I caught a whiff of his cologne mingled with whiskey.

“She told me you’d be a while because you were at your boyfriend’s…” he trailed off, his tone nonchalant as he observed my reaction.

“Boyfriend?” I repeated, the word feeling foreign on my tongue.

“Yeah, funny, isn’t it? She said you had a boyfriend. I didn’t know that,” he remarked casually, a hint of sarcasm underlying his words.

The sarcastic smile on his face faded as he pulled me closer, our bodies almost touching. My heart raced as I felt the cool glass of his drink brush against my skin, his gaze penetrating mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.

“So I want to hear from you. Is it true? Is he your boyfriend?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

I swallowed hard, his proximity sending shivers down my spine. His hand cupped my face, his touch electrifying as he brushed his thumb against my lips, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Answer me,” he demanded softly, his breath hot against my skin.

I shook my head, unable to speak, the desire coursing through me like a wildfire.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

I let out a soft moan as he trailed kisses down my neck, his touch igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. He teased and tantalized, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake as I surrendered to the intoxicating allure of his touch.

He seemed to lose control, his primal desire evident in every touch and caress. He kissed me with a fervor that left me breathless, his hands roaming my body with a hunger that mirrored my own. We were lost in a haze of passion, our bodies pressed together in a desperate embrace.

But just as things were heating up, we were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, a stark reminder of the reality we were trying to escape.

“Jane, have you arrived yet, my child?” my aunt’s voice called out, breaking the spell we were under.

I was panting and squeezing my thighs in search of some relief.

– Yes, auntie. I’m going to bed because I’m very tired! Good night, Mr. Park!

I said and emphasized his name, driving him even crazier. I ran up to my room and couldn’t stand it any longer. I took a cold shower and put on a very light nightgown with the intention of putting out my fire, but I couldn’t sleep feeling the desire consume my body. I squeezed and twisted them, remembering his teeth pulling them slightly earlier, remembering his taste, the sensation of his tongue against my skin and when I realized I was already exploring the wet flesh between my legs, imagining him there pleasuring me, I did my best to hold back my moans and started using my fingers to massage my clitoris, which was swollen with desire and begging for his tongue. It didn’t take long for me to fall apart in a delicious orgasm that didn’t seem to extinguish the fire I was on, but which at least relieved me a little.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I took a deep breath, enjoyed the afterglow, and ended up thinking about what I was going to do for the whole weekend. I’d have the whole house to myself because everyone was going away in the morning and wouldn’t be back for two days. I could try calling Eunji, but I didn’t want to impose my presence. I was so fired up that I had an idea. I took out my cell phone and went to an online store that sold erotic toys. I started looking for a vibrator in order to keep my fire under control. I looked at different models, but I didn’t want one for penetration. I looked until I found a model in the shape of a penguin that, according to the reviews, would suck me off like no one else ever could. I paid for fast delivery and the website promised delivery in 12 hours. I was going to spend the weekend alone, but at least I was going to enjoy it until I could control my desire and not feel like jumping on Jason every time I saw him. I woke up in the morning to my aunt knocking on the door saying she was going on a trip with Jinhee. She said goodbye to me and handed me a box that had been delivered with my name on it.

I put the box away, took a shower and left the room to see that the house was empty. I put on some loud music while I made breakfast, ate and then decided to take a dip in the pool. I put on a very small bikini and spent half the day sunbathing, prepared my lunch and ate it looking out over the city, took another dip and continued tanning until the sun went down. I went to my room, opened the package and saw the product I had bought. It was such a cute penguin that I couldn’t imagine its power. I put on some very sensual music. I started thinking about Jason, and soon I was in the mood. I turned on the device testing the suction on the palm of my hand feeling a delicious sensation, I took the little device to my breasts and I had spasms when I felt the little toy sucking my breasts as I imagined Jason’s rosy lips would do, I was at my limit.

At the moment, I was happy to be alone in the house because I was moaning so loudly that they could probably hear me in any room of the house. Unable to contain my anticipation any longer, I took the toy to my intimate area, and it sucked my clitoris in a way that made me scream with so much pleasure. I spasmed and squirmed. I increased the intensity of the suction and had an orgasm as intense as I had ever had. I was used to masturbating using my fingers, but nothing like what this toy was making me feel, I went to heaven and back, my intimate area contracted, and I was surprised to see a jet wet the bed. I lay there completely ecstatic until I heard a knock on the door that sounded like it wanted to be knocked down.

“JANE! OPEN THAT DOOR NOW!” Jason shouted.

I was startled and got up from the bed with difficulty, feeling my legs shaking from the orgasm. I threw the toy on the bed, covering it with the blanket and taking the opportunity to cover the part of the bed that was soaked. I used a silk robe to cover my body while he banged on the door harder and harder.

“Calm down, i’m coming!” When I thought I looked presentable, I opened the door and he was standing with his back to me and his head against the wall.

I scrambled to compose myself, my heart racing as I tried to regain control. He looked at me with a mixture of frustration and desire, his gaze burning into mine with an intensity that left me breathless.

“Jason, what are you doing here?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly as I tried to mask my own desire.

He turned around quickly, his expression dark and brooding as he faced me.

“You waited for me to turn my back to fuck someone else in my house?” he accused, his voice dripping with venom.

“What?” I exclaimed, taken aback by his accusation, my mind reeling with confusion and disbelief.