Forbidden Heat

Chapter 1: Morning Mischief and Midday Madness

The morning light filtered through my curtains, pulling me from a deep, satisfied slumber. Rhys’s arm was a heavy, comforting weight around my waist, his warm, hard body pressed against mine under the tangled sheets. Last night’s memories—his possessive whispers, the steamy bath, our bodies locked in raw passion—still lingered in my mind, making my skin tingle. But reality crashed in like a cold wave. School. And worse, my parents were home. Panic clawed at my chest as I glanced at the clock: 7:15 AM. Shit.

I nudged Rhys, my voice a sharp, hushed whisper. 'Rhys, wake up. You gotta go—now. Mum’s probably up, and if she finds you here, we’re both dead.'

His eyes cracked open, sleepy but instantly sharp, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips as he pulled me closer for a lazy, lingering kiss. His tongue slipped in, tasting me deeply, while his hand roamed down my side, squeezing my bare ass with a firm grip. 'Morning, Ammu. Already kicking me out? After last night, I thought you’d beg me to stay.' He nipped my lower lip, fingers tracing the curve of my hip, dipping between my thighs to tease my sensitive folds. A soft gasp escaped me as he brushed my clit, sending a jolt through my core.

'Not now, you idiot,' I hissed, though my body betrayed me, arching into his touch like a traitor. 'We have to be quick. Window—out the window, like you came in.' I pushed at his chest, playful but firm, even as my nipples hardened against his skin.

He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound, rolling on top of me for a brief, electrifying moment. His hardening cock pressed against my stomach, hot and insistent. 'Just one more taste, baby.' His mouth claimed my breast, sucking the nipple hard, tongue swirling until I bit back a moan. Then he kissed me again, deep and slow, hands cupping my face like I was something precious. 'Fine, but I’ll see you at school. Don’t avoid me, Ammu—I need you close.'

Reluctantly, he pulled away, grabbing his clothes off the floor. I threw on a robe, heart pounding as I helped him dress—buttoning his shirt with trembling fingers, stealing touches along the ridges of his abs. He zipped his jeans, adjusting himself with a groan. 'You’re killing me, Ammu. That robe’s barely hiding those gorgeous tits. I’m already hard again.'

A knock at my door froze us both. 'Ammara? You up, sweetie? Breakfast in ten—everything okay in there?' Mum’s voice, cheerful and oblivious, sent my pulse into overdrive.

'Yeah, Mum! Just getting ready—be down soon!' I called back, voice steady despite the chaos. Rhys stifled a laugh, pressing one last kiss to my neck, his hand slipping under the robe to pinch my nipple with a wicked grin. 'Be good,' he whispered, then moved to the window, swinging a leg over the sill with infuriating ease.

I leaned out, watching him drop to the grass below, his dark eyes locked on mine with a promise. 'School. See you there,' I said, blowing a kiss despite myself.

He grinned up at me, all cocky charm. 'Count on it, baby.' Then he vanished around the corner, leaving me flushed, breathless, and already craving more.

The bus ride to school was pure torture—every bump jolted memories of Rhys thrusting into me, his dirty words echoing in my head. We were moving so fast; yesterday was our first date, and now... everything. I felt exposed, thrilled, but overwhelmed. When I spotted him in the hallway, leaning against a locker with that dominant, hungry stare, I ducked my head and hurried to class, avoiding his gaze. Not because I didn’t want him, but because I wanted him too much.

First period dragged, my mind replaying last night—the bath, the positions we tried, doggy with his hands gripping my hips, me riding him as water sloshed around us, his cock filling me so perfectly. By lunch, I was a mess, cheeks burning, body humming. I needed a breather. During the break between classes, I slipped into an empty classroom to catch my breath—an old history room, desks pushed aside, door half-open.

The door clicked shut behind me. I spun, heart racing. Rhys stood there, locking it with a decisive turn. His uniform shirt hugged his muscles, tie loose, eyes dark with intent. 'Avoiding me, Ammu? After I snuck out your window like a damn thief?' His voice was low, teasing, but laced with a challenge.

I backed up against a desk, crossing my arms, refusing to let him see how much he unraveled me. 'Rhys, not now. We’re at school—people will see. And this is moving too fast; I need a minute to think.' My voice was breathy, but I held my ground, even as the pull between us crackled like electricity.

He closed the distance, towering over me, hands bracing on the desk to cage me in. 'Think? Baby, last night you were screaming my name, cumming all over me like I was made for you. And now you’re flushed because you’re horny for more—admit it.' His knee nudged my legs apart, thigh pressing against my core through the skirt. I could feel the heat building, my body already wet for him.

'Rhys...' I protested, but my hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer despite myself. 'Deep talk first, okay? What are we even doing? This feels... insane.'

He cupped my face, thumb stroking my cheek, his gaze softening for a rare, vulnerable second. 'I know it’s fast, Ammu. But from that first date, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Jerking off every night to your smile, your body. Last night? It was everything—your first, mine too. I don’t want space; I want you mine, all the time. No games, no avoiding. Tell me you feel it too.'

I swallowed hard, nodding. 'I do. It’s just... scary how good it is. But here? What if someone comes in?'

His smirk returned, hand sliding down to hike up my skirt, fingers tracing the edge of my panties. 'Let ‘em. They’ll know you’re mine. Marked by me, pussy already dripping for my cock.' He pressed closer, lips brushing my ear, voice a growl. 'Fight it all you want, Ammu. But why are you so wet then? Soaking through these panties already.'

I gasped as his fingers slipped under the fabric, stroking my slick folds, circling my clit with maddening precision. My resolve was crumbling, and he knew it. 'Rhys, no—not here. We can’t...'

'But you want to,' he growled, freeing himself from his pants—thick, hard, ready for me. He rubbed the head against my entrance, pushing my panties aside. 'See? Your body’s begging. Let me fuck you quick—remind you who owns this tight little pussy.'

Resistance shattered. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in, my voice a fierce whisper. 'Fine—but fast, and you’d better make it worth the risk.'

He thrust deep in one go, filling me completely, my walls clenching around his girth. No condom this time—risky, but the thrill made it hotter. 'Fuck, Rhys—so big...' I breathed, nails digging into his shoulders as he started to move, the desk creaking under us, promising an explosive release I couldn’t resist.