Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5
{°° Forbidden Desire °°}
©Lana
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Background song ‘Fallen Angel by’ Chris Grey
✨At Joyce’s house✨
Joyce settled in on the big couch with a book in her hand, soft music playing in the background. She tried to focus on her book, but her mind kept wandering. She had been trying to forget about her fight with her boyfriend. She wondered how long they were supposed to fight and when their fights would stop. They had never enjoyed a smooth relationship; it was always fight after fight, and of course, she had to blame herself because this was also her doing.
She breathed out and threw the book onto the small table, picking up the red wine glass and taking a sip. She closed her eyes for a moment before rising from her feet and walking to the kitchen. Then, she picked up her phone and dialed her friend’s number.
“Joyce,” Ana’s voice came through the phone.
“I’m surprised you called after ignoring me last night.” Joyce rolled her eyes; her friend can be dramatic sometimes. “I got drunk,” Joyce said as she put her food in the warmer.
“Again?” Ana asked in a disappointed tone.
Joyce sighed and ruffled her messy hair. “I couldn’t help it.” She heard Ana let out a soft breath before speaking. “Why don’t you guys sit down and talk? Clearly, this is exhausting you. Just try to talk, and you might stop feeling like this. Please, Joy, you’re really getting me worried,” Ana suggested.
Joyce remained quiet for a bit. Was Ali ready to try and understand her, or not because he keeps on pushing her to open up to him, which was something she wasn’t ready to do?
“Ali loves you, babes,” Ana said. Joyce shook her head as tears filled her eyes. Who knew that love could hurt this much? She was sure she loved Ali, but at the same time, she wasn’t ready to let go of her past. It wasn’t that easy to let go.
“You love him, right? I know you do, Joy. Just try to let go of some other things,” Ana said again. Joyce nodded, as if Ana was there with her,
Wiping her tears. “I’ll try to talk to him,” Joyce said as the intercom rang.
“Someone’s here. I’ll call you back. I love you,” she said and hung up. She walked out of the kitchen and into the dining area, looking at the screen to see who it was. But she couldn’t see anyone. She shook her head and opened the door.
Her jaw dropped as her face came into view with Ali standing in front of her door, in his black suit, looking effortlessly handsome. Her breath hitched as his gaze fell on her.
The atmosphere around them became thick as they stared into each other’s eyes, undressing each other. Alison stared at her outfit; she was wearing a white crop string top, which was showing her pointy n+ples, black bum shorts that showed her but+, and her creamy, smooth thighs.
He felt himself getting hard just by staring at her, He stared at her long red nails, and imagined what they would do to his back. A low growl left his lips.
“Can I come in?” he asked after clearing his throat. Joyce nodded and walked inside, his eyes falling on her ass as he bit his lower lip, his mind running wild with dirty thoughts filling his head. He scolded himself; he was not here for that, really. Joyce glared at him as she settled down. Alison cleared his throat and sat next to her; he held her hands and sighed in relief when she didn’t pull her hand away.
They stared at each other, regrets, hurt, and confusion filling both of them. No one uttered a word for a long time; their heartbeats were in the same rhythm. Suddenly, their faces were close as they collided together.
Their lips moved together, tongue to tongue, and they both got lost in the kiss. So much was spoken through that kiss. After minutes of kissing, they pulled away, both breathless.
Their foreheads collided, and they could feel each other’s heartbeat, so fast. “I’m sorry, Mon amour,” Ali whispered and kissed her lips again. Joyce wrapped her arms around his neck and climbed on top of him.
As they kissed so hard, the kiss was filled with hunger and yearning; they both yearned for each other. It’s been days, but it felt like they hadn’t touched each other in a long time. Joyce shuddered as he moved his hand to her exposed thighs; she felt her body trembling in pleasure as his hands ran all over her roughly but softly.
Suddenly, Alison pulled back, catching his breath. Joyce stared at him with her eyes, begging for him to touch her and make love to her. “I want us to talk,” he said, and she sighed, trying to get off him, but he held her in place.
“Please, Joyce,” he begged. She stared at him, her eyes filled with love and warmth. She loved him more than anything, but was he worth her love? She wondered.
“I’m sorry; okay, I’m tired of fighting all the time, babe,” Alison said as his hands moved to her cheeks.
He caressed them softly, his gaze tender on her. She was his everything, but she never saw that. Who made her like that? Who was the asshole who hurt her? Those thoughts ran through his head as he stared at her, his eyes searching for any answers.
Joyce’s gaze shifted from him. She could see that he had questions, and she hated that. He knew she wasn’t ready; then why did he keep wanting to know? Alison let out a sharp breath.
“You don’t have to tell me, not now. I will wait for you till you are ready to open up.” Joyce’s eyes widened in shock.
Alison chuckled and pecked her lips, his hands rubbing her back softly. “I’m sorry for pushing you into telling me things you were not ready to speak about, but please, I’m begging you to trust me. We can’t keep fighting like this.” Joyce nodded; she was also tired of their arguments.
“I’m sorry, Ali. I will stop being insecure from now on, and thank you for understanding me. I promise I will tell you everything when I’m ready,” Joyce said, her voice filled with emotion.
Alison moved his hand under her crop string top and took it off. His face came into view with her small round breasts; her pink nipples were er£ct.
He smirked and leaned over to rest his head there; he could feel her heartbeat. Joyce wrapped her arms around his head, and they stayed like that for a while, feeling each other. Joyce massaged his head gently as he spoke in a whisper, sending shivers all over her body.
“I’m hungry,” his voice came out gruff. Her cheeks flushed. Alison lifted his head and looked at her, his grey eyes darkened with desire and want. Joyce felt her body heat up; shivers spread all over her. She was aroused just by looking at him in her shorts. She wanted him to devour her with everything he had.
“I missed you.”he whispered and kissed her neck. Joyce m+aned softly, melting in his arms…
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