Forbidden Flames: Dangerous Cravings

Chapter 7

They barely escaped when Marcus quickly lied to his roommate through the door, claiming he was watching porn.

The roommate laughed and walked away, but the close call left Elena’s heart racing with fresh panic and adrenaline.

She sat up in bed, pulling the sheet around her naked body. “This has to stop, Marcus. We’re going to get caught eventually.”

Marcus sat up beside her, his hand gently stroking her bare back. “You don’t really mean that. I can feel how much you still want me.”

Elena stood up quickly and started dressing, her hands trembling with fear. “I do mean it. The Dean is watching us. Your roommate almost caught us. This is getting way too dangerous.”

Yet even as she said the words, her body still hummed with need for him. The thought of ending it made her chest ache with unexpected sadness.

Marcus got dressed and followed her out to the car. “Just one more time,” he pleaded as they reached the mostly empty university parking lot. “Please. I can’t let you go yet.”

The lot was dark and quiet at this hour, with only a few scattered cars under the dim yellow streetlights casting long shadows. Elena’s resistance crumbled as he pulled her into the backseat with him.

“f**k it. One last time,” she whispered, climbing on top of him in the cramped space.

The car felt too small for what they were about to do. The cool leather seats pressed against her skin at first, but quickly warmed from their body heat. Windows already starting to fog up from their heavy breathing. Marcus’s hands slid under her skirt, pushing her panties aside roughly.

“You’re still so f*****g wet for me,” he groaned, fingers teasing her soaked folds, spreading her slickness.

Elena moaned softly, grinding against his hand desperately. “This is crazy. We shouldn’t be doing this here of all places.”

Marcus freed his hard c**k and rubbed the thick, hot head against her entrance. “But you want it. Tell me exactly how bad you need me inside you right now.”

She sank down onto him slowly, gasping at the tight, cramped stretch. The car rocked slightly as she started riding him. The leather creaked beneath them.

“s**t, you feel so good,” she breathed, bracing her hands on the ceiling. “I keep telling myself to stop but I can’t.”

Marcus gripped her hips firmly, thrusting up into her deep and steady. “That’s because you’re addicted to me. Just like I’m addicted to you.”

The windows fogged completely. The heavy, musky scent of s*x filled the small space. Elena rode him harder, the risk making every sensation more intense and electric.

“I should hate how much I want you,” she moaned, leaning down to kiss him messily. His mouth tasted like desire and desperation. “But I don’t. God, I don’t.”

Marcus thrust up harder, hitting deep inside her. “Then stop fighting it. You’re falling for me, aren’t you? Not just the sex.”

Elena’s breath hitched. She rode him faster, the pleasure mixing with deep, overwhelming emotion. “Yes… I’m falling for you. Beyond the lust. That’s what scares me the most.”

He reached between them and rubbed her swollen c**t with firm circles while she bounced on his c**k. “Good. Because I’m in love with you, Elena. I have been for months.”

The confession hit her hard. Tears pricked her eyes as the orgasm built fast and powerful inside her.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasped, grinding desperately against him. “f**k, Marcus, I’m coming so hard.”

Her climax crashed over her in intense, shaking waves. Her p***y clenched tightly around him as she trembled and moaned his name loudly. The pleasure was so strong it left her dizzy. Marcus followed right after, groaning deeply as he filled her with hot spurts deep inside the cramped backseat.

They stayed connected, breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together in the steamy car. Elena realized in that moment she was truly falling for him, far beyond just physical desire.

As they finished and tried to catch their breath, Elena glanced out the fogged window.

Her husband’s car was pulling slowly into the parking lot, clearly looking for her.

Elena’s eyes widened in horror as she watched her husband’s familiar black sedan slowly cruise through the parking lot, headlights cutting through the darkness.

Her body was still trembling from the intense orgasm, Marcus’s c**k still buried deep inside her, c*m leaking down her thighs onto the leather seat.

“s**t… that’s my husband,” she whispered, voice cracking with panic. Her heart hammered so hard she could hear it in her ears.

Marcus tensed beneath her, but his hands stayed firmly on her hips. “Are you sure? f**k… what do we do?”

The car was still a good distance away, but moving steadily in their direction. The fogged windows gave them some cover for now, but the risk was suffocating.

Elena tried to lift herself off him, but Marcus held her in place. “Don’t move yet,” he murmured, voice low and urgent. “If you start moving suddenly, the car might rock and draw attention.”

She froze on top of him, her p***y still fluttering around his softening c**k. The mix of fear, post-orgasm haze, and the feel of him inside her created a chaotic storm of emotions.

“I told you we had to stop,” she hissed, even as her body betrayed her by giving a small, involuntary squeeze around him. “This is exactly what I was afraid of.”

Marcus gently rocked his hips upward, still buried inside her. “I know. But look at you… even now, you’re still gripping me. You don’t really want to stop, do you?”

Elena bit her lip hard, fighting the fresh wave of arousal his slow movement caused. The danger made everything feel ten times more intense.

“My husband is right there,” she whispered, voice shaking. “If he sees us…”

Marcus leaned up and kissed her neck softly, his breath hot against her skin. “Then we have to be very quiet. But I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

He started moving again, slow and deep inside her. Elena had to press her face into his shoulder to muffle her moan. The leather seat creaked faintly beneath them as he thrust upward.

“Marcus… f**k… this is insane,” she breathed, even as her hips began to move against him again.

The headlights of her husband’s car swept closer. Elena’s heart pounded wildly in her chest while her p***y clenched rhythmically around Marcus’s c**k. The fear mixed with pleasure in the most addictive way.

“You feel that?” Marcus whispered, thrusting a little deeper. “Even when you’re terrified, your body still wants me. That’s how I know you’re falling for me.”

Elena’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “I am… I’m falling so hard for you. That’s what makes this so terrifying.”

Marcus’s hands slid up her back, pulling her closer as he continued the slow, deep movements inside her. The car rocked ever so slightly.

“Stay with me,” he murmured against her ear. “We’ll figure out how to make this work. I don’t want to lose you.”

Her husband’s car passed two rows away. Elena held her breath, pressing her body tightly against Marcus. The danger pushed her toward another peak.

“I’m close again,” she whimpered quietly. “God, I’m so close.”

Marcus reached between them and rubbed her sensitive c**t while continuing his slow thrusts. “Come for me one more time, baby. Quietly.”

Elena buried her face in his neck as her second orgasm washed over her, softer but deeper than the first. Her body shook silently against him as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Marcus held her tightly, kissing her hair.

They stayed locked together for a long moment as her husband’s car finally turned and left the parking lot.

Elena slowly lifted her head, tears in her eyes. “I’m completely addicted to you now. This is so much more than just sex.”

Marcus kissed her gently. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.”