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CROSSING THE LINE

Autor: Ria Noir
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-05-29 03:58:26

CHAPTER TWO: CROSSING THE LIN

His lips crashed into mine with years of pent-up hunger. The kiss was raw, desperate, and filled with everything we had never dared to say. For one dangerous second, I melted into it. The warmth of his soft lips, the way his strong hands held my face like I was both fragile and something he wanted to claim.

Then reality slammed into me like a cold poured over me.

I pulled back sharply, breathing hard, my hands pressed firmly against his chest. My heart was racing so fast I could feel it in my throat.

“Kai… we can’t do this,” I whispered, my voice shaking with guilt and fear. “Tyler is your friend. He’s my boyfriend. This is so wrong. We can’t.”

Kai’s eyes were dark, burning with intensity. His chest rose and fell rapidly under my palms. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the barely contained hunger in his muscle.

“Fuck that,” he growled, voice low and rough with need.

Before I could protest again, he grabbed my waist with strong hands, lifted me effortlessly like I weighed nothing, and set me down on the dining table. He stepped between my spread legs, his body pressing close.

“Let me warm you up properly,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

He reached for the zipper of his black hoodie and slowly pulled it down. The cool air hit my bare breasts as he pushed the fabric off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I was completely topless in front of him now, my nipples still hard from the cold and from the overwhelming tension between us.

“Kai…” I tried again, but the word came out weak, almost breathless.

His mouth found my collarbone, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin gently at first, then harder. He moved lower, his warm breath teasing my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my hard nipples in slow, teasing circles that sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core. I whimpered softly, my back arching instinctively toward him.

“Oh god…”

“That’s it,” he murmured against my skin, his voice vibrating through me. “Let me hear you, Sienna. Don’t hold back.”

He took one stiff nipple into his warm mouth, sucking hard while his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak. I moaned loudly, my hands flying into his messy dark hair, gripping it tightly. The pleasure was intense, shooting straight between my legs and making me wetter than I had been in months.

“Tyler…” I gasped without thinking, the name slipping out from habit and guilt.

Kai froze instantly. Then he lifted his head, his eyes blazing with something dark and possessive that made my stomach flip.

“Don’t mention his fucking name,” he growled, his voice low.

He kissed me hard again, shutting me up completely, claiming my mouth. Then he dropped his head back to my breasts, sucking and biting harder than before, almost like he was punishing me. I cried out, my thighs squeezing around his waist as waves of pleasure mixed with guilt flooded me.

He pushed me gently onto my back on the table, the wood cool against my heated skin. His hands hooked into the waistband of the sweatpants I was wearing and pulled them down smoothly, leaving me completely naked and exposed in front of him.

His fingers ran slowly through my soaked folds.

“Fuck, Sienna,” he groaned, his voice filled with raw hunger. “You’re so fucking wet. You came here to seduce me, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t—” I started to deny it desperately, shame burning my cheeks, but he slipped one thick finger inside my dripping pussy, then added another, fucking me slowly with them. My words turned into a broken, needy moan as my hips rolled against his hand involuntarily.

We held intense eye contact the entire time. His gaze never left mine. His eyes intense, burning, filled with years of hidden desire. He curled his fingers just right, hitting that perfect spot inside me, and I whimpered loudly, my body trembling.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, glistening with my juices, and looked me dead in the eyes as he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, savoring my taste.

The sight made me whimper and my pussy clench with need.

Kai dropped to his knees in front of the table, spreading my thighs wider, and buried his face between my legs. His tongue was relentless as he licked, sucked, and devoured my swollen clit like a starving man. I grabbed his hair tightly, moaning loudly as the pleasure pooled in my belly.

“Kai… oh my god, Kai—!”

I came hard on his tongue, my thighs shaking violently around his head, crying out his name as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through my entire body. My vision blurred, and for a moment I forgot everything. Tyler, the guilt, the rules.

This was the first time I had orgasmed in months without me doing it myself.

I was still trembling, trying to catch my breath, when Kai stood up. He pulled me off the table, turned me around, and bent me over the couch. I heard him push his sweatpants down. Then I felt the thick, hot head of his cock pressing against my soaked entrance.

He thrust in deep in one powerful, possessive stroke.

I screamed in pleasure.

He fucked me hard, his hips slamming against my ass with every thrust, one hand fisted in my still-damp hair. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixing with my moans and the rain still pounding against the windows.

“Does your boyfriend fuck you like this, princess?” he growled, pounding into me mercilessly, deep and rough. “Does he make this tight little pussy cream around his cock the way mine does?”

I couldn’t even answer. It felt too good. Every deep thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, sending me spiraling higher and higher. I could only moan and take it, completely surrendered to him, my body shaking with overwhelming pleasure.

We came together, my pussy clenching tightly around him as I cried out, and Kai groaning my name deeply as he pulled out at the last second, spilling hot, thick ropes of cum across my back and ass.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of our heavy breathing and the rain outside.

Then reality crashed down on me like ice water.

I quickly shot up from the couch, my legs still shaky, and grabbed the discarded hoodie to cover my naked body. My heart was pounding with panic and guilt.

“That was a mistake,” I said, my voice trembling badly. “Kai… that should have never happened.”

I saw the flash of hurt cross his face. He opened his mouth to speak, reaching for me, but I stepped back quickly, cutting him off.

“Please,” I whispered, tears pricking at my eyes. “That should have never happened. We will never speak about this again. Okay?”

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