The Forbidden Temptation

12 - Wreck 🔞

"You are not just 'someone.' You've given me your jackets often," I said with a shrug.

"That's all? That's the only reason why you choose me?" Could he be any more dramatic?

"Alam mo, Heracleo Lesner, I wanna end this convo, don't stop me nalang. I am tired of talking to you."

He rejected me... that's it. Why did he have to drag me back just to rub salt into the wound, as if listing every reason I should feel cheap?

"You are a minor." I ignored him, ignored the sting in my knee, ignored everything except my growing irritation.

"Hell!" he muttered, but I only walked faster.

"Eighteen is the legal age in our country, Hercules. I am considered an adult, and my consent is legally valid."

"Kia, you are a minor... we can't do it."

I laughed.

Minor pa rin? Minor pero malupit! Bahala ka diyan. I'd already stooped so low, he didn't have to shove me further down by rejecting me like I was some child.

Hah! He should be honored... the Goddess of San Carlos offers her virginity to him. Maybe he's already had too many offers and now prefers someone with... experience?

"You can do that with another guy, but only if you like him!" he shouted behind me.

"Hah! Trust me, I can!" I kept walking.

"I'm gonna tell this to your parents!" he called out.

I spun internally, boiling at that cheap shot.

"Hah! I can do it with Ygen! They trusted him, anyways!" And sure, imagining it with Ygen wasn't surprising, but it felt wrong. He was a friend. Not an option.

"We can't do it," he repeated.

Of course I know. Paulit-ulit ka?

"I'll be in jail if we do it."

I stopped. So did he, only a few strides behind... his stupid long legs closing the distance so easily.

I laughed, shaking my head. "Nakakabobo ba pag may indecent offer kang naririnig? Kasi alam ko di ka naman makukulong..."

"Don't you... have a boyfriend?" he asked.

Come on, Hercules. Give up.

"So payag ka na?" I prodded, watching his brows knot even tighter.

"I did not say anything." His eyes widened, totally thrown off.

"It's not r**e, so you won't be in jail," I said with another eye-roll.

Still worried, still frowning, he spoke again.

"If... if I agree, will you promise me to never do it to anyone else?"

My mouth parted in surprise. I liked the way his gaze dimmed—softened—just a little.

But I covered it with a laugh. "You know why I'm giving my first to you? Because I'd be doing it with my future—"

"No, you can't!" he snapped, voice breaking into a shout.

Gone was the calm, calculated Hercules... the one who teased, the one who smirked like nothing could touch him. In his place stood someone raw, shaken, and vulnerable in a way I hadn't seen before. His jaw was tight, hands trembling slightly, and the golden-russet flecks in his eyes were suddenly brighter, almost burning with something I couldn't name.

"Why?" I asked with a mischievous grin. "So, after you, I won't do it to anybody else? Is that it?" I seriously sounded like a crook girl, like someone who'd already made a choice. But I reminded myself... I hadn't become a w***e. Not yet. Not until the moment I decided to seduce him.

"Then... then do it with me." My jaw dropped at his offer. Seriously? First, he seemed reluctant, and now he was agreeing? And not just agreeing... he was offering himself.

I laughed, shaking my head. "Are you serious? I'm just gonna use you as an experience."

"Use me when you feel like it," he said, voice calm, almost like he was negotiating a contract. "Just promise me you won't taint yourself... don't do it with anyone but me. Promise me."

I froze for a moment. What sense would it make to do it with just one person? What if I ended up with some infection? What if I treated my body like... disposable? A passing thing?

"Don't make yourself cheap," he said, his tone firm but gentle. "You're far from it. You're too young to think that way, and even when you get older, it wouldn't suit you."

I shrugged. "Well... it depends."

"Then... be my girlfriend." His face was serious now, almost unbearably so. I couldn't help laughing... he looked forced, cornered into this, and yet somehow daring to offer more. Boyfriend? Really?

"Hercules, I'm planning to find a boyfriend—"

"You are giving your first to me. Certainly, I will be your boyfriend. That's a rule."

"And who sets that rule? You? There were one-night stands, Heracleo Lesner."

"I don't care. That's my rule," he said firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.

"I'll find someone I can offer this to—"

"I already agreed! Can you at least agree with one rule?"

I let my shoulders drop. "Fine... you're going to be my boyfriend." I made air quotes with my fingers, moving them up and down. "Do you know what boyfriends do?"

"I know," he said, giving me that dum-dum look, like I had asked the most ridiculous question in the world.

"I don't want a commitment from you."

"And you're going to find someone you can commit to after this?" he asked, and I clapped my hands in mock delight.

Honestly... I knew I wouldn't find anyone like him. Never. Ygen and Hercules were worlds apart... doing it with Ygen? Unthinkable. Disturbing even.

"Congratulations, Heracleo Lesner. You got it," I said, glancing away with a small smirk.

"Commit with me," he said, raising his eyebrows. "I'll satisfy you, so no more complaints, Kia. Yes or no?"

I held his gaze, daring him. I wanted to hear him say it... What if you can't satisfy me? I batted my eyelashes playfully.

"I will. When should we start?" I saw the flicker of determination in his eyes, sharpened by my teasing.

I smirked, glancing around the garden, the rows of plants bathed in darkness of evening. Hindi natatamaan ng ilaw sa kinatatayuan namin.

"Satisfy me here." He furrowed his brow, sizing me up.

"This place... it's too... uncanny... for the first—"

"Stop being sentimental, Heracleo Lesner." I moved deliberately to the edge of the plants, shedding my camisole and placing it carefully on the ground so I could sit.

He exhaled, a soft sound of reluctant acceptance, but I just rolled my eyes.

I watched him swallow nervously as I removed my t-hirt and denim shorts, leaving them in the middle of the small clearing. His hand brushed mine instinctively as he reached for me, hesitation and anticipation tangled together in the warm, dimming light of the late afternoon.

He leaned in slowly, his face just inches from mine, and his lips brushed against mine with a tenderness that made my heart race. Each kiss was deliberate, slow, almost unbearably soft, lingering in a way that was almost too sweet.

"Are you sure about this?" He whispered, pushing me gently against his shoulders.

"We're done talking about this," I murmured, voice low and steady. I pressed my knees up, sliding my shorts down carefully, letting the small movement speak louder than words.

With careful precision, he used his thumb and forefinger to lift my chin, making me look at him. Then his lips returned to mine, soft and searching, a faint heat behind each press.

I felt his hands hesitate briefly on my neck and shoulders, a flicker of uncertainty betraying him, before I guided them to my chest. The touch was slow, teasing, lingering... too sweet, too deliberate... enough to make the world shrink around us until only the two of us existed.

Sa huli, gumalaw na rin ang kanyang kamay ng kusa, at nagsimulang gumawa ng maliliit na paikot-ikot na galaw sa aking dibdib. I was already moaning, especially as he slowly traced his kisses up to my neck.

"Take off your clothes, Heracleo," I demanded, my voice firm.

"Don't command me, let me do it my way—"

"No. We do it my way!" I snapped, my frustration flaring. This was exactly what he meant by "satisfy," and I wasn't going to let him take control.

I was trembling with anticipation, moaning from his kisses trailing across my skin, my pulse racing... when I felt his fingers brush against me... and his long finger went inside my undergarment.

I gripped his hair, lost in the rush of that heavenly sensation.

He started flicking and taunting me under there using his fingers, then slowly rubbing it, I hear the lewd sound of my wetness.

Then he put his middle finger inside me, and I gasped... his long finger started moving in and out slowly... as his thumb was rubbing my clit... heavens! so, this is what they say... masarap?

I didn't even realize when or how he had slipped off my bra. My panty had been easy enough to move aside, but I had no idea how he had managed to remove my panties.

He added another finger to give me more f***s, and I am delirious. Just as his fingers were, his tongue was so busy sucking my n*****s and licking my breast as if in a rush he would exchange from my other breast.

"Ahh..." I moaned, the sound trembling from deep within, as a wave of pure, exquisite release swept through me... a delicate, electric nirvana that lingered on my skin and soul, leaving me suspended between longing and fulfillment.

After the convulsing release I did, I can feel the fluid soaking me. He molded my breasts again and kissed me, this time with a different move of his tongue. I like it rougher than his gentle kisses.

He was still clothed, yet I could feel every taut muscle of his arms, his torso, his back... each ridge and curve traced by my own hands.

His kisses traveled downward, slow and deliberate, and I gasped with every inch he claimed, every touch igniting a storm beneath my skin.

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