Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 101: The Heated Mouth (R-18)

Chapter 101: The Heated Mouth (R-18)

"Ahh... huff, huff..." Aeri panted, sitting on the cold tiles, her back against the door, her mouth open as she caught her breath, her chest heaving under her sweater. She turned her face toward me, her eyes teary, her body naked from the boobs down to her legs with only her shoes on.

"Arghh... Aeri..." I exhaled, looking down at her, my voice rough, my chest tight, my dick still hard, throbbing, the sight of her—flushed, teary—stirring something primal in me.

"Ezra..." Aeri said, her voice soft, shaky, her teary eyes meeting mine, wirh a small soft smile coming on her face and my instinct kicked up with the need to love her fiercer.

"Ahh, fuck... I’m still not done," I said, my voice raw, stepping closer, my dick rock hard, glistening with our mingled juices.

I stood over her, my heart racing, the need to feel her again, to claim her fully, overwhelming every rational thought, the guilt of Sara a fire I tried to smother with Aeri’s touch.

"Ezra... Sara must be waitin—" Aeri started, her voice hesitant, her eyes flicking toward the door, her worry about the restaurant, about Sara, creeping in.

I cut her off, cupping her cheeks with both hands, my eyes teary, burning with intensity.

"She can wait... but I can’t, when it’s about you," I said, my voice thick, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

I held her gaze, my tears mirroring hers, my chest tight with the weight of what I wasn’t saying, what I couldn’t confess.

Aeri didn’t respond, her lips parting as she gulped, a tiny, almost imperceptible smile flickering on her face, her eyes soft, trusting, despite the chaos of the moment. Her silence, her love, pulled me under, and I couldn’t hold back.

"Ahh... suck it, Aeri..." I groaned, standing straight, my hands moving to her head, my fingers tangling in her hair as I guided my dick toward her face, the wet tip brushing her lips, still slick with our cum and juices.

Aeri’s eyes fluttered looking at my hard cock, her blush deepening, her breath hitching as she leaned forward, opening her mouth, her warmth enveloping me as she took my dick in.

"Ahm.." My face flushed, a wave of heat washing over me, the sight of her—crouched on the tiles, her knees pressed to the cold floor, her hands on my hips, her lips around my cock—igniting every nerve in my body.

"Ahhhh... yeahhh..." I groaned, my head tilting back, my eyes squeezing shut, the sensation of her mouth, soft and hot, overwhelming, the cubicle a haze of pleasure and need.

"Fuck yeahh..just like that..." I groaned as she tasted my cock, the mix of my semen and her juices coating her tongue, her lips sliding along my hardness, her eyes closed, her focus absolute.

I held her head, my fingers tightening in her hair, thrusting my cock gently into her mouth, her warmth pulling me deeper, her hands steadying on my hips, her nails grazing my skin skin.

"Umph..ump..uphh.." Her head bobbed, sucking my dick off, the wet sounds of her mouth mixing with my groans, her sneakers squeaking faintly as she shifted, her jeans still tangled at her ankles, her vulnerability and love driving me wild.

"Ahh, Aeri...you mouth feels so good,..ahhh.." I groaned, my voice rough, my hips moving faster, the sensation of her mouth around my cock, her tongue teasing the tip, sending jolts through me, the pleasure building, blotting out the guilt, the restaurant, Sara’s waiting smirk.

"You’re amazing, Aeri." I murmured, my hands cradling her head, my thumbs brushing her cheeks.

*Gawk, gawk.* The wet, rhythmic sound erupted in the cubicle, Aeri’s mouth working my dick with a steady, devoted pace, her lips sliding along my hardness, her tongue teasing the tip, the sensation sending jolts through my body.

"Arghh, fuck... feels so great... ahh..." I moaned, my voice rough, my hand brushing through her hair, my fingers tangling gently in the soft strands.

Aeri’s eyes stayed focused on my cock, her gaze locked on her task, her mouth dropping saliva that glistened on her chin, pooling faintly on the tiles below.

"Ahh yeahh.." My dick throbbed harder, the sensation building, the heat of her mouth, the slick pressure of her lips, pushing me to the edge.

"Ahh, I’m gonna cum again..." I said, my voice tight, my hips thrusting faster, taking control, my hands holding her head steady as I fuck her mouth.

"Ahhh yeahhh yes..yes...almost there...Take it in Aeri."

*Gawk* *Gawk*

Aeri’s eyes rolled up, her throat relaxing as my dick hit deeper, the deep-throat blowjob sending waves of pleasure through me, her warmth enveloping me, her trust absolute despite the intensity.

"Ahh, yeahh... fuck!" I groaned, my voice breaking, giving one final thrust, my dick buried deep in her mouth as my orgasm hit, a shuddering release that flooded her with my semen, the pleasure ripping through me, my body trembling.

."Ahhh... yeahhh..." I kept her head there locked on my hardened cock, my fingers tightening in her hair, holding her close until I was fully spent, the cubicle filled with the sound of my ragged moans, her muffled breaths.

"Ahh fuck yehhh." I pulled out slowly, my dick slick and wet, white cum spilling from her lips, dripping onto the tiles with a soft *tip* *tip*

"Ahhh... huff, huff..." Aeri huffed, catching her breath, her mouth still filled with my white hot semen, her face red, her eyes teary but soft, her chest heaving under her sweater, her vulnerability raw and beautiful.

"Hmm ahm..." Then, with a soft smile, Aeri closed her mouth, her eyes meeting mine, and *gulped*, swallowing all my semen, her acceptance a quiet, powerful act that hit me like a wave.

My face flushed red, happiness and tears welling up, my heart swelling with love, the sight of her—flushed, smiling, loving me despite everything—overwhelming the guilt, the shame of Sara, for just a moment.

"Aeri..." I whispered, crouching down instantly, my knees hitting the tiles as I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly, my face buried in her shoulder, her sweater warm against my cheek.

Her eyes glanced at me, seeing the raw happiness in my teary gaze, and she hugged me back, her arms soft but firm, her eyes closing with a gentle smile, her warmth grounding me.

She might’ve thought I was childish, my joy so raw over her simple act of acceptance, but I didn’t care. For now, her love, her smile, her willingness to take me as I was—flawed, guilty, desperate—was more than enough, filling the cubicle with a quiet, fragile peace.

The restaurant, Sara’s waiting presence, the weight of my secrets—all of it loomed outside, but here, in Aeri’s arms, the cold tiles and harsh lights faded, her heartbeat against mine the only truth I needed, for as long as this stolen moment could last.

*Aachoo!*

Outside the mess of cubicle, in the restaurant, a sneeze burst out of Sara like a cannon shot, echoing across the restaurant. Heads turned, a few diners jumping in surprise, while she blinked rapidly, sniffled, and fumbled for a napkin. Her spoon clattered into her ice cream bowl as she wiped her nose with a dramatic sigh.

Her dark hair a little wild, eyes rimmed with a mix of exhaustion and fire. Her table was a mess of empty plates and bowls. The remnants of a burger, pasta sauce on the edges of a porcelain dish. A few fries remained forgotten.

Still, she wasn’t finished. In front of her was an heap of sweets—ice cream in three different flavors, a slice of cheesecake with one bite missing.

She stared at the bowl in front to her, vanilla mixed with strawberry.

"I really need to stop eating cold stuff..." she muttered, sniffing again, "I don’t want to catch a cold before the wedding day. Sigh..."

Her gaze drifted upward, toward the overhead lights that didn’t seem to be doing much other than adding to the chill. Her mind wandered, hazy with sugar and irritation, before snapping back into sharp focus. Her brows furrowed.

Her hand slammed the table with a loud *THUD*, making the cutlery bounce and people around glance over in alarm. "And where are those two!?" she shouted, eyes wild. "They were supposed to be here *half an hour* ago!"

Sara didn’t care. She leaned back in her chair, crossed one leg over the other, and scowled toward the washroom like it had personally offended her.

Then, as if she couldn’t contain the boiling frustration any longer, she said, "Is Aeri’s anus also small!? Huh!? Is that why they’re late!?"

"Fuck everyone. I’m gonna enjoy my food."

The waiter stood beside her with a tensed smile

Sara, unbothered, took another bite of ice cream as she waited for us come from the washroom. She was unaware of the chaos that took place in the cubicle after she left and how my emotions charged from her to Aeri.