The Forbidden Temptation

13: Sneaking 🔞

Then, like a bird swooping with precision, his head nestled between my thighs, delivering a pleasure so acute, so utterly consuming, that my body betrayed me. I arched, my lips parting as if in silent surrender. His tongue explored relentlessly, and I could only tilt my head, lost in the sensation, unable to stay still.

His tongue does wonder more, I can't tell which is better, is longer fingers or his hot tongue, all I know is that I am f*****g satisfied.

Until I felt something inside me again and I emancipated the strong feeling of letting all the pressure inside me.

"Ahhh... oh my..." I moaned once again.

After that another release, his kisses proceeded back to the flat of my tummy, up again to my exposed breast, he busied himself there, his palm started cupping the thing on my between.

I was straddling him, every inch of me pressing close, giving me full access to leave little bites and nips along his shoulder.

Then he lifted me effortlessly, letting me settle on his lap, and I thought he'd be slow, tender, the kind of sweet that teases and lingers. But he surprised me, attacks sharp and urgent, each movement nearly unraveling me. Yes... he was wrecking me.

His long, deft fingers moved with precision, teasing and claiming, like that song—"You w-wreck me!"— was nowhere to be found... because his monstrous thing couldn't even enter fully and I am a wreck already!

He was grabbing my waist and stopped midway, I heard him groan as him he couldn't take it anymore...

"Fuck..." he groaned.

"Ohhh..." I yelp, like a f*****g puppy.

I held onto his shoulder, clutching his back for support, drawing strength from him as he guided me. Slowly, he moved me up and down, his hands firm on my waist, directing every motion with deliberate control.

Every slow movement sent shivers and sparks racing through me, making my body betray me in the most exquisite way. But when his movements became solid and fast, I realized that "wrecking" was barely scratching the surface... he was consuming me entirely.

He silenced my moans with a hungry, demanding kiss, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth, tracing, teasing, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Each press of his lips, each glide of his tongue, made me tremble, caught between surrender and desire.

I was grasping his shoulder, couldn't stop the groaning, this is the 'pabebeng' Hercules earlier? Why does it seem like I have unraveled a monster now, rocking my whole world with his f*****g monster?

I sank my teeth into his shoulders as he rocked me harder, my first time unraveling in a storm of pain and pleasure. Every pulse and thrust sent shivers through me, and the only anchor I had amidst the overwhelming sensation was the strength of his back and the curve of his shoulders beneath my grasp.

Absolutely satisfied. I can say I'm really a pro slut, I'll say that it's a compliment.

Why am I doing this?

Time slips through my fingers, relentless and unforgiving.

There's a poison inside me—Toxic, creeping into my heart, clawing at my mind, stealing moments I can never get back.

I have to seize this, this fleeting pleasure, this fleeting control, before it's gone... before time swallows me whole.

Sugat at kalmot nandoon pa rin sa balat niya. Dalawang araw na ang lumipas, pero malinaw pa rin ang marka.

"I'm sorry. Does it hurt?" tanong ko kay Hercules.

Umungol siya at umiling nang bahagya. We had sneaked out tonight, and here we were, inside the quiet shadows of the pavilion. He was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the edge of the bed, absorbed in some papers, while I perched crisscross on the bed behind him, my fingers tracing the lingering pain on his skin.

Nagpresenta ako na lagyan ng ointment ang mga malalim na kalmot, kaya pinaghubad ko siya, careful, tentative, like handling glass.

It only takes a night. After that night I felt this pull, this want... parang gustong-gusto ko na siyang kasama, kahit alam kong bago pa lang ito, at baka pag tumagal, magsasawa rin ako. Magsasawa siya. Natatapos din ang lahat ng ganito.

But while the fire still burns, I'll let myself be consumed. Kahit kandila'y mauubos at mamamatay, susunod pa rin ako sa init ng alab na ito.

Sa amin pa kayang biglaan? Kadalasan, kapag mabilis, ay natitinik ka, kapag natinik, wala kang magagawa kundi huminto at tanggalin ang sanhi ng kirot.

"You are such a bookworm," komento ko, bahagyang ngumingit, habang saglit ko siyang sinilip, nakita ko na tila mahigpit ito sa sariling mundo, tahimik, at hindi maabot.

Agricultural business book ang hawak niya ngayon.

Ngunit nang lingunin niya ako, pinatakan niya ako ng magaang halik sa labi... panandalian ngunit may bigat, ngumiti siya, mariin akong tinitigan, at naglakbay ang mga mata niya sa aking mga mata, ilong, at labi bago muling pinatakan ako ng isang maikling halik.

Napalunok ako, kay sarap sa pakiramdam, ngunit pinigil kong hindi ipakita. Inirapan ko siyang nakangiti, at dahan-dahang ibinalik ang ulo niya sa librong hawak niya, parang sinasabi sa akin na "hindi pa."

Ilang minuto matapos kong tapusin ang paglagay ng ointment sa likod niya at muling nagbasa siya, dumapa ako sa kama at ipinahinga ang baba ko sa kanyang kaliwang balikat... iyong walang gaanong sugat. Iniyakap ko ang mga braso ko sa dibdib niya, ikinulong siya sa aking yakap.

Nanigas ang katawan niya sa ginawa ko, ngunit may init sa ilalim ng tensyon ng kanyang reaksyon. Napakabilis ng t***k ng puso ko, at gusto kong maramdaman ang biglang pagbabagong ito sa pagitan namin.

"Heracleo Lesner," banggit ko ng buong pangalan niya, ang tinig ko halos isang bulong ngunit may pananabik.

"What is it?" tanong niya, ibinaba ang librong hawak at bahagyang nilingon ako sa tamang layo, hindi pa labis na lapit ang aming mukha, ngunit halos maduling na ako sa init ng tensyon.

Umiling ako nang inabot niya ang ulo ko at hinaplos-haplos iyon, bago muling bumalik sa pagbabasa.

Last time I was sure I wouldn't get this attached to him, or anyone else other than Ygen, but only a simple moment like this made me cling this fiercely.

Gustong-gusto ko siyang yakapin, kahit anong paraan man. Gusto ko siyang malapit sa akin, kahit siguro kahapon pa, tiniyak ko sa sarili kong hindi ako magiging ganito ka-clingy sa kanya.

Ngunit hindi ko na pinigilan. Dahan-dahan kong hinalikan ang balikat niya, matamis, panatag, ngunit puno ng tensyon, at nanahimik siya sa pagbabasa, ramdam ko ang bigat ng bawat sandaling iyon, ang katahimikan na puno ng parehong init at pangungulila.

"We can't keep this to your parents," he said quietly.

"So are you suggesting me to tell them that we f****d?"

"It's not f*****g, Kia." His voice softened, almost fragile, as he cupped the back of my head and gently turned me toward him. Since I had nothing left to lean on, I ended up lying back, and he hovered over me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath brush my cheek.

"Then what is it... making love? Neighbors with benefits?" I scoffed. "I forced you? Or I used you?"

He dragged a hand down his face in frustration.

He was trying so hard to hold himself together, to pretend he wasn't losing patience, but it was written all over him. The tiny tremor at his jaw.

The way his brows pulled tight. Hercules, the grumpy, closed-off guy who looked like who treats emotions like an optional skill set. But something in him had cracked ever since the day he saw my nose bleed. He hasn't been the same since then... too attentive, too careful, too... different.

"Kia," he breathed, "we are in a relationship. Think of it like that. May relasyon tayo." There was earnest desperation in the way he said it, like he needed me to believe it so he could believe it himself.

I let out a short laugh at the stress written all over his face.

"You know what? This situation is funny," I said, shaking my head. "You can't be mine, I can't be yours, we are just blowing steam—" Correction... I was blowing steam.

"No, we're not." He exhaled deeply, a quiet surrender. He wasn't angry... he was tired. Tired of chasing my spiraling thoughts, tired of my walls, tired of my habit of poking at everything that scares me.

And for a moment, just a flicker, I saw something raw and unguarded slip through his eyes... fear, longing, maybe even hope, all tangled together.

"Yeah. Yeah, because we it started it with an indecent offer and the funny thing is it came from me. Ilan kaming nag-offer ng s*x sayo?"

"Your mouth, please, Kia."

"I can't filter it. I'm the devil in my saint family. Don't tape my mouth." I rolled my eyes at him again, deliberately.

"Just..." He let out a long, frayed sigh, the kind that said he was trying so hard not to snap. "Stop mentioning that word. It's not appropriate. It's something..."

He trailed off, searching for a term that wouldn't offend me... struggling, choosing every word like it might hurt if he picked the wrong one.

"Come on, Heracleo Lesner. Stop babying me." My glare was half-annoyed, half-daring.

"This is too sudden." He shook his head as if he couldn't believe he was in this conversation. "But... give me a chance then? I can be a really... really good boyfriend."

I burst into laughter, falling back on the mattress. The way he said it, like he was signing a contract he didn't know existed, made everything even more absurd.

"Makukulong ako nito," he muttered, which only made me laugh louder.

"Parang ako pa nga 'yong makukulong e, diba pinilit kita—" I teased.

"Hindi mo ako pinilit, okay?" he said firmly, suddenly rising to his feet. Before I could react, he gently scooped me up, fixing the way I lay on the bed like I was something fragile. Then he settled beside me and pressed a soft, grounding kiss on my forehead.

Too fast, huh?

Hours ago I didn't even like him. Hours ago he was just interesting... annoying, mysterious, grumpy, oddly funny. And now? Now he was... this. Someone I let close. Someone who stayed. Someone who confused me.

"I can't have a boyfriend right now," I whispered, almost hoping he wouldn't hear.

"'Wag mo akong gamitan ng ganyang linya," he murmured back, brushing aside the hair that had fallen over my face, his touch unexpectedly gentle. "Not after we did it."

His voice wasn't angry. It was quiet. And a little too sincere for comfort.

Natawa ako. "Fine... but don't tell my parents about us... yet! We can't tell them we f****d!" I said bluntly.

Masama ang tingin niya. An angel wearing a fiery stare should be terrifying, but on him...it only made him look impossibly gentle, almost protective. Lagi siyang kalmado, may dating na parang ruthless king, pero may bahagyang lambing sa bawat salita niya na nakakabaliw.

"How old are you? Ilang beses na tayong nagtanungan about our age pero hindi tayo nagka-chance sumagot?" tanong ko habang nakangisi, sinusubukang i-lighten ang mood.

"Twenty-three, fruitcake."

"Fruitcake?" natawa ako nang malakas. "Saan mo ba nakuha ang tawag na 'yan? That is so cheesy!"

"Remember the party where you stabbed the poor fruitcake sa veranda kasi iniwan ka ng ex mo?"

Napasinghap ako at napaikot ang mata. "Wow, Heracleo!" Umunan ako sa braso niya, then I wrapped him in the tightest hug I could give.

I had to. I had to be selfish every damn time. Because like what I always remind myself... life is too short to live subtle, quiet, unremarkable days. And as long as I want him near me... I'm going to take that.

"You remembered it!" sabi kong nakatawa, halos hindi makapaniwala.

"I thought your twenty-two..." sabi ko.

"Two days ago was my birthday, Kia-"

"What?" I interrupted him. "The day we...?" tanong ko.

And he nodded.

"Oh wow, lucky you! You had your birthday sex." Tumatawang sabi ko.

Naningkit ang mata nito at napapailiing. Heracleo Lesner, at twenty-three still pebebe!

Natatawa akong sumubsob sa kanyang dibdib.

Pero habang nakasubsob ako sa dibdib niya, mas lalo akong nilalamon ng tanong na matagal ko nang tinatakbuhan.

Masama na ba talaga akong babae dahil ginagamit ko siya para maging kakaiba ang bawat araw ko?

Habang patuloy ang mga palihim naming pagkikita... sa gabi, sa sulok, sa mga sandaling ang mundo ay natutulog at kami lang ang gising... para mag-usap, magyakapan, huminga nang sabay... Sobrang sama ko na ba dahil gustong-gusto kong gawing masaya, bago, at buhay ang bawat araw na halos namanhid na ako dati?

Or am I simply clinging to someone who makes me feel like time slows down just for me