Forbidden Heat in the Motel Room

He started talking, low and rough. “God, Ava, you little tease – how many guys have you driven crazy like this? Everyone wants a piece of you.” His words lit me up, my body responding as I worked him, lips and tongue moving deliberately.

After a few minutes, he pulled me up, stripping off my dress and bra. He pushed me onto the bed, his mouth on my chest, sucking and biting gently. My breasts weren’t big back then, but he devoured them, his tongue circling as his hand slipped between my legs. His fingers moved expertly, slick with my arousal, the wet sounds filling the room. I arched into him, gasping, as he worked me until I was trembling.

I handed him a condom, and he rolled it on. I climbed on top, guiding him inside me, feeling him fill me completely. The thought that this was Mia’s boyfriend sent a twisted thrill through me, heightening every sensation. My boyfriend didn’t cross my mind – this was about Lucas and me. I rode him, slow at first, then faster, my hands on his chest, his hips meeting mine. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my rhythm, his groans mixing with my moans.

We switched positions, him behind me, then me on my back, legs wrapped around him. When I sensed he was close, I told him to lose the condom and finish on my chest. I took him in my hand, stroking fast, feeling him pulse as he spilled across my skin, warm and messy.

We collapsed, catching our breath, and talked like it was nothing. After a bit, Lucas started touching me again, his fingers trailing over my body. Soon, I was back at it, taking him in my mouth until he was hard again. He grabbed another condom, and with me on all fours, he entered me, deep and steady. His hand teased my backside, a finger circling as he whispered that my boyfriend had bragged about me being open to it. I knew Mia wasn’t into that, though she’d tried it with Lucas early on. He tested the waters, but when I tensed, he focused elsewhere, thrusting harder until he pulled out, finishing on my lower back, warm streaks hitting my skin.

We lay there, talking about what we’d done. I was firm – this was a one-time thing. But Lucas pushed back. “Ava, we both know this isn’t over.”

It was late, so we dressed and left. I dropped him at his car and went home.

For nearly a year, we carried on in secret, behind Mia and my boyfriend’s backs.

I’d hang with Mia, then make an excuse to leave, meeting Lucas at his place, a motel, or in my car, depending on how much time we had.

With my boyfriend, I’d do the same – dinner, a movie, maybe a quick hookup, then I’d say I had to study early. I’d meet Lucas before going home.

Other times, I’d claim I was out with work friends. At our peak, we were hooking up two or three times a week, sometimes for just 20 minutes. Once, I went to a motel with my boyfriend, left, and came back an hour later with Lucas. The clerk gave me a knowing look.

Months later, I broke up with my boyfriend and started seeing someone from work.

Soon after, Mia and Lucas split too, and I phased Lucas out.

He tried to keep it going, but without the secrecy, the thrill was gone. The forbidden was what fueled me.

Mia and I drifted apart over time. She moved across the country, and we text occasionally, but I haven’t seen her in years.

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