Forbidden Love [BxB]

Side Story Part 6

The night we embraced each other again...

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Parsa's POV

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Trigger warning: Mature Scene

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"Keep going, Ryan..." I said, my voice calm yet taunting.

I watched as Ryan's face turned a deep shade of red, his embarrassment showing through. I had missed this—the way he always flustered over the smallest things. That innocent look of his always helped him escape situations like this.

"I... I..." Ryan stammered, clearly nervous, his words faltering. But I didn't let him finish.

"I never expected you'd initiate this," I said, lifting myself halfway onto my elbows, a smirk playing on my lips. "It makes me excited."

Since I arrived, Ryan has been awkward, and distant, as though unsure of how to act around me. I thought it would take time to break through that wall again, to reach the level of comfort we once had achieved. Clearly, I was wrong.

He held my gaze for a few long moments, his hesitation melting away, before leaning in and holding my face between his hands. His lips met mine, soft and familiar, and the tension between us dissolved into something else—something we hadn't felt in far too long.

The kiss was gentle at first, a tentative exploration of a rediscovered familiarity. Slowly, as Ryan's confidence grew, the kiss deepened, shifting from hesitant to urgent, more consuming with each passing second. Adorable...

I straightened my back, sitting up as my right hand impatiently threaded through Ryan's damp hair, while the other slipped around his waist, pulling him closer. Ryan gasped in response, his body flinching at the intensity of my touch. Without hesitation, my tongue slid into his mouth, tasting the familiar sweetness I had missed for so long.

The kiss became more fervent as our hands instinctively wandered, exploring each other's bodies. The heat in the air grew thicker, charged with the tension of everything left unspoken. Each touch felt like a silent promise, a desperate attempt to close the distance that had once separated us, as though we were trying to reclaim the time we had lost.

Ryan's hands grasped the hem of my T-shirt, breaking the kiss momentarily so he could pull it from my body. Tossing it aside, he reached for the waistband of my sweatpants, his breathing shallow and his eyes filled with intense desire.

Despite my natural inclination to assert dominance and take control, I restrained myself. Watching Ryan take the lead was unexpectedly entertaining. I watched him with a hint of amusement as he pulled down my pants and his slender fingers wrapped around my aroused manhood, causing me to tense with anticipation. Ryan's gaze shifted between my face and my lower region, his expression seeming to decide on his next move. A few strands of golden hair now fell across his face, partially hiding one of his eyes.

I smirked and teasingly offered, "Do you need help?" even though my heart was pounding furiously against my ribcage.

Without answering my question, Ryan leaned in once more, his lips finding mine as he tightened his grip on my shaft, his movements growing more fervent. I let out a guttural sound, holding onto his neck and then lightly biting his lower lip, losing myself in the heat of the moment. My right hand traveled down from his neck to his chest, caressing his soft skin in eager caresses. In that passionate moment, I found his left nipple and pinched it between my thumb and index fingers.