Forbidden Desires

Aiyana sat in her room brushing her hair when her phone rang. The tune of Imperial march echoing through the walls and his name flashed.

Chris.

“What are you wearing?”

“How does nothing sound?” Aiyana teased.

She heard Chris let out a harsh breath before he spoke, “At this moment. Inconvenient”

“And why is that?”

“Because I have my car parked outside your house and I was hoping to take you out on a drive”

Aiyana ran to the balcony of her room that faced the road and just as Chris said he was parked outside her house.

“Give me five”

As soon as Aiyana was out the door she jumped into Chris’ arms. Her arms wrapped around her neck, her legs around his waist and her lips attacking Chris’.

“For a fuċkship, you sure seem excited about me just turning up at your house. You're lucky I have great reflexes else you would have us both hurt ourselves.”

“You’re lucky I think you're hot or else I would have moved on to another guy by now.”

“Like I would let you”

“Mine now are you?”

“Nah…”

“I want you to be.”

“I know”

Aiyana could not help noticing the way Chris navigated through the roads. Acutely, aware of the way his long fingers curled around the wheel, as the palm of his other hand ċȧrėssed the gear. It almost made her wish his palm was ċȧrėssing something other than the gear. Her sėx would have been a good start.

The heat that the air held became thicker as the song on the radio changed to Senorita by Shawn Mendes and Camilla Cabello. Chris started to hum along with the song, the lyrics sounded, even more, arousing in his deep voice, making Aiyana cross her legs uncomfortably.

Aiyana’s hand reached out to rest on the back of Chris’ seat as her fingers lazily stretched out to weave through his golden hair. Each strand light against her fingertips.

Chris glanced sideways, he wanted this. He wanted to hold her hand in his own as he drove but was too afraid to do so. But, he had to admit her fingers running through his hair was something even better. It was a lover's gentle ċȧrėss.

“Sapphire moonlight we danced for hours in the same tequila sunrise her body felt right in my hands la la it felt like oh la la..”

“Aiyana..” Chris gently warned her.

Her fingers went back in his hair, massaging his scalp all over again. The lyrics started to fade in the background as arousal made its course.

“Don’t stop singing Chris. It's kind of hot..” Aiyana almost mȯȧnėd. Her fingers becoming more urgent as they moved. It was an innocent yet sėxuȧŀly-charged massage, sending spikes of arousal pass between their bodies.

“Aiyana.. baby stop... please... I am trying to drive.”

His voice sounded weak even to his own ears. It was as if he was pleading her to continue. And she did not.

Leaning closer Chris felt Aiyana’s nose nuzzle the side of his neck, inhaling his scent in.

“It’s like asking me to stop breathing.”

“Aiyana” Chris pleaded again.

“I love the spicy smell of musk on you.”

“I am addicted to you, Chris. The sound of your voice right now as you sang Senorita, the feel of your erratic pulse under my lips. For your sake, I hope we reach soon because I don’t know how long I can control myself.”

Chris ġrȯȧnėd in response.

“You’re going to send me into an early grave, Aiyana, my beautiful angel”