I’m His Forbidden Obsession

Skye’s POV I stepped off the jet onto Ezra’s private island, and right away my p***y was already tingling like crazy. The warm air wrapped around me, but that wasn’t what had me all worked up. I’d turned 20 two weeks ago, and Zoey had hit me up with this invite for a vacation. She had no clue I’d been wet for her dad since I saw him at that party years ago. The way he moved, the power he had, made me ache in the best and worst ways. Now I was legal, and I was ready to f**k him senseless before this trip was over. The limo ride from the landing strip felt like it took forever even though it was short. Palm trees whipped by, and the ocean sparkled like it was showing off. When we pulled up to the huge villa, Zoey came bursting out of the front door with her arms wide open. Her blonde hair was in a messy ponytail, and she looked happy as hell to see me. “Skye! You made it!” she squealed, pulling me into a tight hug that smelled like sunscreen and coconut. “This is gonna be the best week ever. We can swim all day, hit the beach, drink way too much, and dance until we drop. Dad’s barely even around, so it’s basically our own private party zone. No parents, no rules!” I hugged her back hard, laughing like I was just as excited about the girl time. “Hell yeah, Zoey. I needed this so bad. Sounds perfect.” But while I squeezed her, my eyes were already darting around, hunting for any sign of him. There was nothing yet, but my heart kicked up a notch anyway. She grabbed my bag and dragged me inside like we were kids again. The villa was insane—high ceilings, glass walls everywhere so you could see the ocean from almost every room, and fancy art on the walls that probably cost more than my dad’s house. My room was on the second floor with its own balcony overlooking the pool area. The second Zoey left me to “freshen up,” I kicked the door shut and stripped out of my travel clothes fast. Tank top, shorts, everything hit the floor. I dug through my suitcase and pulled out the smallest black bikini I owned. The bottoms were tiny, basically strings with a little patch that barely covered my smooth p***y lips. If I moved the wrong way, you’d see everything. The top was even worse because it had two tiny triangles that barely held my t**s in place. My n*****s were already hard from thinking about what I was here to do. I tied the strings tight, checked myself in the full-length mirror, turned sideways, and gave my ass a little wiggle. Yeah, this was going to work. I headed down to the infinity pool, the sun beating down hot on my skin. Zoey was already in the water, splashing around and laughing at nothing. “Come on in! The water feels amazing!” she called out, waving like crazy. I smiled and waved back but stretched out on one of the big lounge chairs instead. I wanted to be seen. I lay back, letting my body soak up the rays, one leg bent so my hips looked just right. Then I heard the water shift. Ezra climbed out of the pool. Damn. Water droplets slid down his hard chest, tracing every line of muscle, over his tight abs, and straight down to the thick bulge in his wet trunks. His c**k looked heavy, pushing against the fabric like it had a mind of its own. He was tall, built from all those workouts he did, salt-and-pepper hair slicked back from the water, and those intense blue eyes that could pin you in place. The scars on his side caught the light too, making him look even more rough and real. His gaze finally landed on me. I stood up slowly, really slowly, and arched my back so my hard n*****s poked right against the thin bikini fabric. I licked my lips nice and slow, holding his stare the whole time. For half a second, his eyes went dark and hungry like he was imagining ripping that bikini off me and taking what he wanted right there on the lounge chair. My thighs pressed together on their own. Heat flooded between my legs. Then a frown came over his face. He grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist fast, and walked off toward the villa without saying a word. But I saw it clear as day—his c**k twitched in those trunks before he turned away. My breath caught. I was soaked. My bikini bottoms felt sticky and warm, and my p***y throbbed so bad I had to sit back down quickly. Zoey kept splashing and chatting away about some guy she was texting, totally clueless. I nodded along, but my mind was replaying that dark look in his eyes over and over. The afternoon dragged on with more swimming and girl talk, but I kept stealing glances toward the house. Every time I thought I heard footsteps, my body lit up. By the time the sun started to dip, I was buzzing with nerves and want. I changed into a short sundress for dinner, no bra, no panties, just easy access if things went right. Dinner was set up on the big terrace outside, candles flickering in the breeze, waves crashing below us like background music. The table had fresh seafood, fancy salads, and wine that probably cost a fortune. Zoey sat across from me, still talking nonstop about her latest drama at college. Ezra took the head of the table, looking sharp in a white button-up shirt that hugged his chest just right. I made sure to slide into the seat right next to him. We started eating, and the conversation stayed light. Zoey was laughing at her own stories, waving her fork around. I smiled and added little comments, but my real focus was under the table. Halfway through the main course, while Zoey was mid-sentence about some party back home, I slipped my bare foot out of my sandal. I slid it up his leg slowly, feeling the muscle tense under my toes. I went higher and higher until my foot rubbed right against the hard outline of his c**k through his pants. It was already thick, and the second I touched it, it jerked hard against my sole. Ezra’s hand crushed his wine glass. I heard the stem crack a little under his grip. His jaw went tight, and those blue eyes moved over to me fast, dark, and full of warning. But there was heat there too—raw, dangerous heat that made my n*****s tighten all over again. Zoey didn’t notice s**t. She kept going, “So then he said… Wait, Dad, are you okay? You look kinda mad all of a sudden.” I didn’t stop. I pressed my toes harder, rubbing slow circles over that growing bulge. God, he felt so big and heavy. My p***y clenched tight just from the feel of him twitching and thickening under my foot. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, thighs slick. Ezra didn’t pull away. Not yet. His free hand stayed under the table, and for a split second his fingers brushed my ankle like he was deciding whether to shove me off or pull me closer. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on. My heart hammered so loud I was sure someone would hear it. What the hell would he do when I pushed even harder?