I’m His Forbidden Obsession

Chapter 2

Skye’s POV

Dinner was pure torture, and I was loving every second of it. Zoey kept talking nonstop about some dumb party she went to last month, waving her hands around like she was the star of the show.

She had no clue what was happening right under her nose. I leaned in closer to Ezra, letting my t**s almost spill out of my low-cut sundress. The fabric was thin, and I made sure my voice came out soft and sweet when I asked him about his work.

“So, Ezra, what’s it like running a big tech security company? Sounds stressful,” I said, batting my lashes just a little.

His jaw tightened right away. He took a slow sip of wine, trying to play it cool. But under the table, my bare foot never stopped. I kept rubbing slow circles over the hard outline of his c**k. It kept getting thicker and harder with every stroke of my toes. I could feel it pulsing against me, hot and heavy through his pants.

Zoey laughed at her own story. “Anyway, then this guy spilled his drink all over me! Total mess. Skye, you would have died laughing.”

I nodded like I cared. “Sounds wild, girl,” I replied. But my focus stayed on Ezra. His breathing got a little heavier. His free hand stayed under the table, and I felt his fingers brush my ankle once, like he was fighting the urge to grab me.

The main course came and went. Zoey finally pushed her chair back. “I need more water. Be right back.” She headed toward the kitchen, still chatting over her shoulder.

The second she was out of sight, I “accidentally” dropped my spoon. It clattered loudly on the tile floor. “Oops,” I said with a little smile.

Then I stood up slowly and bent over right in front of Ezra, ass up high. My short dress rode up, and I knew he could see everything—no panties, my smooth p***y lips on full display, already shiny and wet from teasing him all night.

I took my sweet time picking up the spoon, wiggling my hips just a bit. When I stood back up, I turned and pressed my whole body against him to reach for the ice bucket on the table. My t**s smashed right into his hard chest. His thick c**k throbbed hard against my stomach, hot and obvious even through his clothes.

Ezra’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist tightly. His grip was strong, almost bruising. He leaned in close, voice coming out low and husky. “You’re begging to get f****d, little girl.”

A shiver ran down my spine. I smiled up at him all sweet and innocent. “Maybe I am,” I whispered back, my lips brushing his ear just enough to make him tense.

He let go of my wrist fast when we heard Zoey’s footsteps coming back. She walked in with a fresh bottle of water, totally oblivious. “What did I miss?” she asked.

“Nothing much,” I said, sitting back down like nothing happened. But my heart was racing, and my p***y was dripping.

Ezra’s eyes stayed dark on me for the rest of dinner. He barely said another word.

After we finished eating, Zoey dragged me off to watch a movie in the living room. I kept stealing glances at Ezra as he disappeared upstairs. The tension hung in the air like smoke. I could barely focus on the screen. All I could think about was the way his c**k had felt against me, so thick like it was ready for me.

The next morning I woke up early on purpose. I pulled on the tiniest white shorts I brought and a thin white top with no bra. The shorts barely covered my ass cheeks, and the top was so light it would turn see-through the second I started sweating. Perfect for a jungle run.

I found Ezra stretching outside near the tree line. He was in running shorts and a tight tank top that showed off his muscular arms and chest. He looked surprised when he saw me.

“Morning,” I said brightly. “Mind if I join your run? I need to burn off some energy.”

He eyed me up and down, his gaze lingering on my n*****s that were already poking through the fabric. “You sure you can keep up, Skye?”

“Try me,” I shot back with a grin.

We took off into the dense jungle path. The air was humid and thick. Soon sweat started pouring down my skin. My white top turned completely see-through, my hard n*****s on full display, dark and tight against the wet fabric. I caught Ezra glancing over more than once. His jaw was clenched so tightly.

We reached a small waterfall hidden in the trees. The water crashed down into a clear pool. I splashed him playfully, laughing as the cold water hit his chest. “Come on, loosen up!”

He stepped closer, water dripping from his hair. I “slipped” on a wet rock on purpose, letting out a little yelp. Ezra caught me fast, his big hands gripping my waist. But I twisted so my t**s were now pressed flat against his wet chest. His fingers dug into my ass, holding me tight against him. I felt his c**k swell hard against my thigh, growing thicker by the second.

He held me there longer than he needed to. His breathing was rough, chest rising and falling against mine. Those intense blue eyes locked on my lips for a second. My p***y throbbed so bad I almost moaned out loud.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he muttered, voice so rough.

Before I could answer, he let go and stepped back. We ran back to the villa in silence, but the air between us felt so tense.

Back at the villa, I heard his shower running upstairs. My heart started pounding. I crept up the stairs and pushed the bathroom door open just a crack. Steam filled the room, making everything hazy and hot. Through the foggy glass of the shower, I watched his tall silhouette.

Ezra stood under the water, one hand braced on the tile wall. His other hand was stroking that thick c**k slow and hard. Up and down, grip tight, veins standing out. It looked even bigger than I imagined—long and heavy, with the head swollen dark. My p***y clenched hard at the sight. Heat pooled between my legs.

I slipped my hand into my tiny shorts, fingers finding my wet c**t right away. I rubbed slow circles, biting my lip to stay quiet. Watching him jerk off was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. His strokes got a little faster, the muscles in his back and arms flexing. A low groan escaped him, and my fingers moved quicker, chasing that same feeling.

The steam made my skin slick. I leaned against the doorframe, legs shaking a little as I rubbed my swollen c**t faster. My n*****s ached, begging to be touched. I imagined walking in there, dropping to my knees, and taking him in my mouth instead of his hand.

Then I heard footsteps in the hallway coming closer. Someone was walking this way, fast.

My heart jumped into my throat. I froze, fingers still buried in my shorts, eyes glued to Ezra stroking his thick c**k behind the glass. The footsteps got louder. Any second now, whoever it was would push the door open and catch me standing here, watching him jerk off like a horny little perv.

Shit. What the f**k was I going to do?