Forbidden Craving

Have you ever wanted someone so bad?

Tonight was the night I was going to have him. I told myself as I watched him lustfully sipping his brandy from his glass. He had just broken up with my best friend, and he needed someone to talk to. I had volunteered immediately. Any chance to be with this man.

I would have him, I told myself. I have waited so long for this day. Patiently praying for him and my best friend to part ways. The things I wanted to do to him, with him...ugh, i couldn't wait any longer.

Gosh, he was beautiful.

Tall, broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes, and a charming smile. He was fucking perfection. We would make beautiful babies.

I can see the way he looks at me, i know he wants me too. As I stared into his eyes, I felt a jolt of electricity rush through me. I have always wanted him from the very first day we met him, but my best friend beat me to it. Now that their relationship has sunk, I couldn't wait to seize the opportunity. Girl's code to the ground, my soul burned for him.

His gaze lingers on my bossom which were intentionally exposed. I have a full and generous breast, the type every man would love to have in their hands. His gaze stays there for a long while, and I could tell what was going on in his mind. I sent him a knowing smile, and he smiled back.

I knew that tonight, I would be his. I would let him take me into his arms and make me his own. But I needed to make the first step unless nothing would go down tonight. I could already sense his hesitation, I wasn't going to let him change his mind. He would be mine tonight, and hopefully more nights to come.

Without wasting time, I leaned towards him and whisper in his ears, "Fuck me".

His eyes lit up with desire, as he stares at me.

"Allow me take your pain away..." I continue, pulling every trick in my book to score a night of passion with this man.

He held out his hand to me, and I took it without hesitation, my heart fluttering with excitement.

Once inside the elevator, he crashed me against the velvet, aqua padding paneling the elevator. His rippling body, hot against mine. I nearly lost my breath matching his intensity. The chemistry between us was ridiculous. I felt like an animal, wanting to devour him. Lick him. Bite him. Drink him. He was thrumming with sexy, his groans vibrating through me and making me hornier.

His mouth finds mine, as his searing tongue flick the tip of my own, kissing me deeply with passion. A million starbursts broke out under my skin, and my core trembled as he pressed the heat of his length against me, dampening my panties.

My eye blinked wide open with lust. He was huge.

I wanted him to take me right here. Shivering with anticipation, my fingers ably found the stop button on the elevator. "Take me right here". I begged, my hands already slipping past his waistband of his trousers, into his briefs. He was fucking sexy.

He broke away from the kiss, "I wanna split you in two, right here".

"What's stopping you?" I said it low and breathy, and it visibly spurned something in him. Like red cape drives a bull to rush forward towards its target. His mouth crushed against mine, and i answered it with a growling moan, pressing myself hard against him. His hands quickly goes to my breast. I knew he has been dying to hold it. I hissed with pleasure when he wrapped his lips around them and sucked, licking and nipping through my dress. I responded with fondling his hot member.

Has he reached beneath the hem of my dress, i gasped in pleasure at the heat of his hands on my skin, as they explored my thighs.

This man...

My desire dripped as he caught the lace of my panties with his teeth and tugged them aside, his mouth covering my sex, making me moan gutturally in response.

His tongue, wet, licked like a stripe along my labia, slow and savoring. He spreads my thighs wider, as he continued his ministration in my most vulnerable place. My hands gripped the elevator rail for stamina, i was going to explode if he didn't ease up. Moaning against his intimate kiss, i tried to gesture him back up, i wanted more than just his tongue tonight.

"I love the way you taste". He told me, looking straight into my eyes as he dipped a finger inside me. My eyes closed , my body quacked as he kept stroking my insides.

"You like that?" He husked in my ear, sending lightning bolts of pleasure over the surface of my skin. It was a massive turn on, and immediately i was close to coming. My hips circled his palm as he drove his fingers deeper into me, thrusting against my G-spot. The pressure building up in my core was overwhelming, i didn't realize i was crying out and rocking against him. I came, came, and came again.

"You're gorgeous when you come". His words dazzled me, a massive turn on. The level of intensity with this man was utterly unnerving. It... was a magical feeling i wasn't sure i could walk away from so easily. And right now, i didn't want to think about how our night would end. I only looked to elongate it, and juice it for every drop of ecstasy it could offer. The way he looked at me, his eyes said he wanted the exact same thing.

My lips quickly covered his, before he could think to say another thing. I deepened the kiss, twirling my tongue around his. Parting from him for even five seconds was impossible, but then the elevator touched down to the lower level, and the door slid open.

A year later...

"Guess who is getting married?!" Stella's enthusiastic voice screamed from the phone. I sat transfixed, immobilized for a moment as her words rang in my ears. Since I left town, we seldom chat or call each other. Part of the reason was that I still felt guilty about the whole thing with Nicolas, the rest could be blamed on the existing distance between us. But we still regarded each other as best friends.

"You're getting married?" I finally got myself to ask. I never knew she was in a serious relationship. We never really talked much about the man she was dating.

"Yes!" She answers with the same screeching voice.

"Who's the lucky man?" I quickly asked.

An awkward silence ensued. Where did all the excitement go? I thought confused.

"Stella..." I called her. "Are you there?" I asked anxiously.

"It's Nicolas Gray..." She says softly.

My eyes widened in disbelief, as I played what she said over and over in my head. My heart began to pound heavily in my chest, and my breath became shallow and rapid. It was like the floor had dropped out from under me, and I was falling through space, suspended in time. Hearing his name again was unnerving, but knowing now he was tying the knots with Stella was riveting.

"Melissa, I'm sorry I never told you we got back together". Stella continued remorsefully. "I knew you won't be in support of it after what he did".

"For how long have you been seeing each other?" I got myself to ask. I needed to know.

"A few months ago". She answers simply. "I thought I was over him, but meeting him again the feelings I had for him reignited". She explains.

"And now he wants to marry you?" I asked, still trying to make sense of everything.

"Yes!" She says, the excitement creeping back into her voice.

How could Nicolas do this after what we shared? I thought angrily within myself. Was he planning on keeping our night of passion a secret?

"Melissa...say something?" She begs.

"Stella, are you sure about this?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" She replies anxiously.

"Nicolas... is he the right one?" The words tumbled from my mouth, laced with a tremor I couldn't control.

Stella sighs. "Mel, he sincerely regrets what happened between us. He truly loves me, and wants to spend the rest of his life with me".

I swallowed, the lump in my throat refusing to budge. "Are you sure? Or is this just... convenient?"

Stella's silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper. "I know for sure, that he truly loves me. All that happened is in the past and forgotten".

"Okay..." I say simply, not convinced, and most of all not happy at all. "Congratulations Stella. I am happy for the both of you". I add it shortly.

"Thanks, Mel".

Another awkward silence.

"I have a request though". She says breaking the silence.

The pounding of my heart accelerated. What could be her request? Does she know about Nicolas and I?

"I'm all ears". I said nervously.

"Our wedding is in two months. I want you to be my maid of honor". She says.

Maid of honor? Was she serious?

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"You're the reason we met. If I hadn't followed you to that party, I may have never met Nicolas". She says, reassuringly.

I wish you never did. I thought angrily within myself.

"So, is that a Yes?" She asked, calling me out of my thoughts.

I kept mute. Can I do it? I asked myself. Can I face Nicolas Gray again without desiring him?

"Yes Stella. It will be my pleasure". I found myself saying. The thought of seeing Nicolas again was so enticing, that I had to agree to be her maid of honor. How come I was still affected by him so badly? I thought shamefully.

"Thanks, Mel, you're the best!" She screeched happily.

"Anything for my best friend". I teased.

"How soon will you be here?" She asked anxiously, "It's been a long while, I can't wait to see you".

"How soon do you want me to come?" I asked her.

"Next week," She says happily.

"But I thought the wedding is in two months'?" I said shocked.

"We have a lot of catching up to do". She says, "I also want you to be my stylist".

Being a fashion stylist hasn't been all rosy for me. Business of late has been slow. Stella was doing so well for herself as a marketing manager of a big firm. I could make a good pay from this.

"Done. See you next week". I said quickly.

"Can't wait!" She replied gleefully before disconnecting the call.

As I hung up the phone, the news of Stella's impending marriage to Nicolas continued to echo in my mind. The whirlwind of emotions left me in a state of turmoil. I sat on my couch, reflecting on our shared history and the secrets that I had kept from my best friend. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't hear when my boyfriend walked in.

"Baby...is everything alright?" He asked softly, touching me lightly on the shoulder.

I yelped in shock, startled by his touch. "Chris!...I didn't hear you come in". I replied.

"Exactly my point. I have called your name thrice, no response". He says.

"Sorry dear, just got off the phone with Stella".

"Is everything alright with her?" He asked concerned.

"She's getting married". I informed him.

"Wow, that's good news. But why should that get you deep in thought?" He says quizzically.

"She wants me back in town by next week". I answered.

"The wedding is that soon?" He inquired.

"In two months, but she wants us to catch up on lost time".

"Okay". He says slowly. "I'll miss you when you leave".

"Would you like to attend the wedding?" I asked quickly, hoping he would say yes. I needed him there.

"I'll have to check my calendar". He says and starts to pull off his shoes. "Who is she getting married to? Anybody you know?"

I nod slowly. "Her ex". I answered with a hoarse voice, and then I rushed quickly to the bathroom.

As soon as I got inside the bathroom, I locked it shut. Tears began to stream down from my eyes. I felt torn between guilt and jealousy. Stella was getting married to Nicolas.

After our passionate night together, Nicolas called it off as a huge mistake which hurt me deeply and had me running and relocating to another state.

And after all this time, he was back with Stella. They still found their way to each other despite what happened between us.

I was still yet to get over that passionate night we shared. I replay it every time in my head, most times when I am making love with Chris. I still had feelings for Nicolas. I still wanted him so badly like nothing had changed.

Tears kept streaming down my cheeks, blurring the reflection and staring back at me in the mirror. Why couldn't he choose me?

"Babe...is everything alright?"

I heard my boyfriend call out to me.

"I'm good. Just getting ready for bed". I lied.

"Okay". He replied, and then I listened for his departing footsteps.

Once I heard him leave, I wiped away the tears from my eyes, took a deep breath, and composed myself. Leaving the bathroom, I rejoined Chris in the bedroom, putting on a facade of normalcy while internally battling the turmoil.

Closing my eyes, I tried to collect myself, to push away the emotions threatening to overwhelm me. But every touch, every whispered word between Nicolas and me resurfaced vividly, haunting my thoughts. It was as if knowing he was about to tie the knot with another woman, rekindled the ferocious feelings I had for him.

The night passed in a haze, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I struggled to be present with Chris, feeling guilt-ridden for not being able to give him all of me, for still being tangled in the remnants of a past I couldn't shake off.

"Melissa..." He moans softly.

"Please". I begged as I tightened my hold on him. My arms and legs locked around him, even the moist grip of my sex rippling around him. He surged into me, drowning in my liquid heat and filling me up with his hot member. He kissed me gently on the lips, thrusting slowly and deeply.

My hips lifted, meeting him, urging him on. "Faster," I whispered, my nails pushing into his skin.

He gave, just as I wanted, pulling back and pistoning forward in short, rapid thrusts. I moaned and he changed the angle, rolling upward to stroke my clit with each thrust. My whole body jerked, my gasp exactly what he was hoping for, and then I was meeting him again, demanding more.

Levering upward, he pried my legs from around him and slipped his hands beneath my thighs. Filling his palms with my buttocks, he held me open for the deepest stroke he could give. I curled my fists in the sheets on the downstroke, his shaft almost out of me before he thrust it down to the hilt.

I cried out, not in pain, but in pure pleasure.

I clamped my muscles around him tighter, my toes straining for the surface of the mattress to help him keep me up. But he didn't want that. Lifting me just that little bit higher, he did it again, losing a groan of his own with the wet kiss of our bodies meeting.

Again and again, he filled me, watching my body arch as the thrusts became relentless. Pounding. But he couldn't stop, not until he knew for sure I was mindless with the pleasure. Until I was sated and limp and not only unable to leave him but also unwilling to leave.

"That was incredible". I heard him whisper after several minutes.

I opened my eyes looked at him, and let out a disappointing sigh when I saw Chris instead. I have done it again. I had just replayed Nicolas's passionate night while having sex with Chris.

Quickly, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, my hiding place.

As soon as I locked the door, I started sobbing uncontrollably. I sank to the floor, hugging my knees close to my chest. How did everything turn out this way? Why did Nicolas and Stella find their way back to each other? Why didn't he come for me? And why was I still so hung up on Nicolas, despite everything that happened?

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as I realized that my relationship with Chris was built on a lie. I had never truly gotten over Nicolas, and I had been using Chris as a distraction.

It wasn't fair to him, and it wasn't fair to me. I would have to end things with Chris, and it is going to be one of the hardest things I have ever done. But it was the right thing to do.

As I wiped away my tears, I heard a soft knock on the door. "Is everything okay?" Chris asked, his voice full of concern.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "Yes, everything's fine", I said in a shaky voice. "I'll be out in a minute".

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. "You don't sound like yourself".

I swallowed hard and took another deep breath. "I'm fine, I promise. I just need a minute".

There was a long pause, and then I heard him walk away. I let out a sigh of relief, and then I sank back onto the floor.

As I sat there, I felt the tears welling up again. I was a mess, and I didn't know what to do. I felt like I was stuck in a web of lies, and I didn't know how to get out. I had to tell Chris the truth, but I was terrified of what would happen if I did. I knew that it would be the end of our relationship, and I wasn't sure if I could handle that. But I also knew that it wasn't fair to him.

There was no need to make hasty decisions. I said to myself as I got up and wiped the tears from my eyes. I will give the whole situation a deep thought while away on my trip.