Forbidden Fantasies

** All characters in this story are 21+ **

With my eyes closed, hips circling, and the music pulsing in my veins, it was safe to say I was having a good time. I felt a warm, steady hand on the small of my back and it jolted me back to reality. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw Andrew.

When his eyes locked on mine, I felt butterflies begin to come to life in my stomach. Everything Andrew did made me feel nervous, but in a fun way that felt like I was constantly buzzing. Despite how I was feeling on the inside, I worked hard to remain a neutral exterior so Andrew wouldn't know the power he had over me.

"I thought I lost y'all," Andrew yelled over the blasting music. But, I wasn't focusing on his words. My eyes roamed his tan chest that was peeking out of his linen shirt. I tried not to be too obvious because Andrew's sister and my best friend, Eliza and her boyfriend were dancing right next to us.

But, it was difficult to control myself around Andrew. What I knew I should do and what I really wanted to do were constantly at odds, I wondered if he felt the same way.

When Eliza invited me on this cruise for her birthday, I thought it was just going to be us. Little did I know that her older brother, Andrew, would be joining us. Not like it would've changed my decision to come, it had just caught me off guard. Andrew was only a couple years older than us, and I had met him only a few times before we boarded the cruise ship.

I tried to pretend that I didn't notice the sparks flying between Andrew and I, out of respect for Eliza. I wasn't sure how she'd feel about me flirting with her older brother. I wasn't even totally sure how I felt about it. But the chemistry was becoming impossible to ignore no matter how hard I fought it, especially when we were on a boat with no escape from each other.

Andrew had even begun to infiltrate my dreams. Last night when I was asleep in my cabin, I imagined what his hands would feel like on my naked body. I dreamed of straddling him in the pool at night and kissing his soft lips under the stars. I woke up last night, hot and bothered, and struggled to drift back to sleep. As soon as I saw Andrew this morning, I was already blushing.

I tried to shake away my dirty thoughts beginning to overtake my brain once again. All of us were dancing on the top deck of the cruise ship under the moonlight. Andrew's hazel eyes were sparkling mischievously at me as he grabbed my hand.

"Dance with me," He stated, leaving no room for any objections from me, and confidently led me to the middle of the dance floor. I loved when a man took charge. He looked criminally handsome with his broad, strong shoulders guiding me through the dance floor. I loved how much taller he was than me, it made me feel so safe in his presence. When he pulled me in close to his body, his smell was intoxicating, a mixture of spice and sunscreen.

I turned around so that Andrew had a direct view of my ass and I guided his hands down to the curve of my waist. I pressed my ass firmly against his frame as I started to grind myself against his body. I could tell he was surprised by how forward I was, but I couldn't help myself at that moment. It felt like this was my chance to try and make my dreams from last night come true.

I could feel his cock becoming hard against my ass, and it only made me want to dance on Andrew more. It felt like a reward. I wanted to show off for him so badly it hurt, because usually I had to restrain myself around his sister. But, Eliza and her boyfriend seemed to be lost in their own world, and I wanted to use this opportunity to test things between Andrew and me.

His big hands started to wander greedily all over my body as my hips circled. His dick felt so good against my ass. He must've had a similar thought because he lightly squeezed my ass and my body began to feel hot.

Images filled my head where I imagined what Andrew's dick would feel like in my mouth as I sucked it, how his lips would feel against my breasts, or his hands pinching and teasing my nipples. Suddenly, I started to feel a bit light-headed and I felt like I needed to catch my breath. I pulled away from Andrew, and he steadied me with his sturdy hand on my back, always so attentive to my needs.

"Are you okay?" Andrew asked me with genuine concern in his beautiful eyes.

I nodded quickly, then attempted to escape the mass of people on the dance floor. I could feel Andrew's eyes lingering on my back as I made my way out of the crowd. I knew he was worried about me, and that only made me want him even more. I could feel my once solid boundaries towards Andrew slipping away by the second. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn't stop.

My thoughts were overwhelming me and seemed all over the place. I wanted Andrew so badly that I ached, but I didn't want to upset Eliza in any way. I wish I could just ask her how she felt about the situation, but I didn't want to ruin her birthday trip if that conversation didn't go well. I felt stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I made my way to the bar at the corner of the top deck. I sank into one of the few empty chairs. My feet were killing me. I ordered a drink from a kind bartender and sipped on it while I people-watched. I was attempting to locate Andrew on the dance floor, curious to see if he had found a new partner, when I noticed Eliza making her way towards me and her awkward boyfriend trailing behind her.

"You disappeared!" Eliza yelled, pretending to be mad at me. It was really hard to hear anything over the DJ's blaring music.

"I needed another drink! I was about to come find y'all," I lied.

"I figured," She laughed and stole a sip of my drink. "Ryan and I are getting sleepy; if you see Andrew, will you tell him we went to bed?"

"Yeah, of course. Good night, y'all,"

After Eliza and Ryan left, I felt a bit lonely. I decided to get one more drink then head to my cabin as well. It seemed like the safest option at this point. I hadn't been able to find Andrew on the dance floor, and I figured he had left at some point. Or maybe he found another girl that interested him and wouldn't run away as soon as things were heating up.

Jealousy filled my veins at the thought of Andrew spending the night with another girl. I felt so disappointed. I was hoping that he would find me before he went to bed, or maybe I completely ruined my chances by ditching him when we were dancing. Once again, I began to inwardly spiral as I sipped on my drink.

"Who left a pretty girl like you all alone?" A random man's voice cut through the music, startling me. I rolled my eyes at the cliché line.

I looked up to see someone who wasn't my Andrew, and I was immediately disappointed.

"Oh, I'm not alone. I just needed some air," I clarified to the random man with a bored sigh. I honestly don't even know why I was responding to him.

"Well then, let me buy you a drink."

"Oh no, that's okay. I just got one," I said, glancing down at my full, fresh drink and hoping this guy would take a hint. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone who wasn't Andrew.

"Come on, just one drink." He said, stepping closer to my chair. I started to feel a bit nervous and very aware of the fact that all my friends had left. Luckily, there were still plenty of witnesses buzzing around.

"I--" I began, standing up from my chair and searching for an escape.

"I'm pretty sure I heard her tell you no," Andrew's unmistakable, stern voice came from behind the man. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. I was so relieved to see his face. His jaw was set firm, and I could tell he did not like the unfolding scene one bit. I wondered how long he had been there.

The random, annoying man scoffed, said something unsavory under his breath, and slinked away like a snake. With his strange presence gone, I felt an immediate shift in my mood. I couldn't pull my eyes away from Andrew. I was filled with relief that he had found me and wasn't with somebody else. Andrew was the only thing I wanted to focus on for the rest of the night.

"Thank you," I said to Andrew after a too-long moment of silence.

"Anytime, that guy looked fucking weird," He responded and I nodded in agreement. But his brows were still furrowed and his eyes were stormy. I could tell something else was wrong.

"Is something else bothering you?" I inquired as softly as I could while still fighting to be heard over the music.

He let out a hollow laugh before responding, "Am I that obvious?"

"To me," I said.

Another long pause. The suspense was driving me crazy.

"Why did you leave me out there?" Andrew finally asked.

"On the dance floor?" I clarified. He nodded curtly, attempting to hide his annoyance at the obvious question. I knew what he was talking about, but I needed to buy some time to think of a good response.

The truth was that I wanted him so badly that I could hardly be in his presence without becoming unbelievably horny. But, I couldn't just say that. Could I?

"Yeah, I thought we were having fun, then you just disappeared." He said, then looked away from me shyly. It was one of the first times I ever saw him seem unsure of himself. I liked to see this vulnerable side of him.

"I was definitely having fun," I reassured him while placing a hand softly on his arm. He looked back up at me with his intense eyes. "I just got overwhelmed by... everything." I continued.

"Was it the way I was touching you?" Andrew mumbled. It was hardly audible. The only reason I heard him clearly was because our faces were so close to each other. I could see every detail of his handsome face.

"No, of course not. I liked how you were touching me," I stated strongly, and Andrew shot me a relieved smile in response. "I just didn't want to upset Eliza."

"Well," Andrew started as he leaned into me so closely that I could smell his scent. All I had the capacity to focus on was the way he put his hand on my knee and how his lips felt against my ear. "You should start thinking about yourself and what you want," He whispered and I felt his hot breath.

I bit my bottom lip, feeling as if Andrew had just placed me under a magical spell. His hand was still on my knee, with his thumb slowly stroking my thigh. Andrew seemed so confident in us, I thought to myself, as his hand wandered further up my thigh. My breathing hitched. He was observing me so intently.

"We should go to my room," I blurted out before I had time to rethink. I have been wanting to say that to him for a while. I was worried I might not have the courage to say it if I had waited too much longer.

"Are you sure?" Andrew asked.

I nodded shyly and took his hand in mine.

***

Ten minutes later, Andrew was in my room. I turned on a movie that I wouldn't care to pay attention to. Andrew teased my movie choice, saying he's never seen it before and that it looked cheesy. To that, I was shocked. It's only been the most popular rom-com for the past decade.

I went to the bathroom to change out of my dress and into my pajamas. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I couldn't believe that I just invited him to my room. Now that he was here, I was filled with nerves.

What was I thinking? What would Eliza think if she saw us right now? I stared at my reflection in the mirror and tried to give myself a pep talk.

We're just watching a movie. It's innocent. I lied to myself over and over. Hoping that eventually, it would be true.

When I came back out into the room, Andrew was already tucked under the covers, looking very comfortable and cozy. He was lazily watching the movie, and I could tell by his bare skin that he had taken off his shirt. The fact made my heart skip a beat.

"Come here," Andrew insisted as he lifted the sheets in invitation.

I sank into the bed next to his warm body. I was intensely aware of his movements, especially when he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me even closer to him. I could hear his heavy breathing in my ear, clearly trying to restrain himself.

A part of me wanted to tease him. So, I rolled over onto my back very innocently and pulled down my shorts revealing my lacy thong.

"W-What are you doing?" Andrew asked me, even though he knew exactly what I was doing.

"Just getting more comfortable," I sighed as I threw my shorts off to the side of the bed, not acknowledging Andrew's shocked expression.

Andrew growled and pulled me back against his chest. I purposefully started to grind my ass against his boxers. I could sense him growing increasingly excited. His arm was like a steel bar across my body, grinding me harder against him. The thin cotton of our underwear was the only thing separating us.

"Face me," Andrew commanded, his voice breathless. I turned around to face him, taking in his soft eyes and pink lips. He put his hand against my soft cheek and I could feel the roughness of his skin and his heartbeat. We stared into each other's eyes for a long moment before Andrew titled up my chin and drew me into a kiss.

I had been imagining what his lips would feel like for days and finally kissing Andrew felt like ecstasy. Fireworks were going off in my stomach as his tongue entered my mouth and began exploring.

The kissing started timidly at first, as if we were both worried that one of us was going to change our mind halfway through. Then, as we both became more confident in ourselves, the kiss became more passionate. It was one of the best kisses I'd had in years.

Andrew sucked my bottom lip into his mouth ruthlessly and bit it lightly. I could feel my panties getting wet, I pressed my thighs together, and moaned into Andrew's mouth. Andrew started to kiss down my neck, sucking and biting as he went. Every inch of my skin felt so alive, anticipating his touch.

"I want you," He whispered against my neck in between kisses. His words felt so satisfying to hear. I'd been aching for him for days, I couldn't believe it was finally happening.

"Then, take me," I mumbled back, hardly in control of my own body.

That's all Andrew needed before grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it off my head in a singular, smooth motion. The cool air hardened my nipples. Andrew continued his trail of kisses down my neck to my chest. He lingered when he got to my tits, squeezing my breasts as he littered them with kisses.

"I love that," I whispered to him, pressing my tits into his hands even more and bucking my hips.

In response, Andrew locked eyes with me as he slowly, gently began to suck on my nipple. My head tilted back uncontrollably, and an unnatural noise escaped me. My nipples were crazy sensitive and always craved to be touched. I was so pleased that Andrew wasn't the type of man to ignore foreplay.

He continued to suck on my nipples for a while. My mind had gone hazy. Alternating between nipples, gently biting and pinching them on occasion. He was driving me crazy and I was getting desperate. My hips were rocking up and down intensely, begging to be touched. I could feel my wetness on my thighs.

Andrew abandoned my tits and I whimpered. He continued to kiss down my stomach. I was growing increasingly impatient, squiring underneath him. When he reached my mound, I braced myself to feel his lips against my pussy. He pushed my thighs wide open, so that I was completely exposed to him.

He lazily ran a finger down my slit before commenting in surprise, "You're so fucking wet, baby. That's so hot."

"I can't help it. You make me so wet," I moaned. My hips were still bucking, begging for more.

Andrew smiled the most mischievous smile before he disappeared between my legs. He started by lightly leaving kisses all around my pussy, so briefly I could barely savor it before he had moved on. He teased me like this for a long while, waiting until I was whimpering uncontrollably before spreading my lips and fully licking me from bottom to top.

I stopped being able to breathe. The sensation overtook my whole body. Andrew began to devour my pussy like it was his last meal on earth. My hips started to buck so forcefully, but Andrew only held tighter onto my hips. I was beginning to lose control but Andrew kept me in place.

"Wait, wait, stop," I begged, on the brink of an orgasm. Andrew immediately looked up at me with sweet concern, his mouth completely covered in my juices.

"What, my baby?" He asked in the most nurturing voice I'd ever heard. It almost brought tears to my eyes.

"You're going to make me cum,"

"... And what's wrong with that?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"If I cum, I'll squirt everywhere," I explained.

"Then, squirt everywhere. We can sleep in my room if that's what you're worried about," Andrew stated matter-of-factly. It immediately brought a sense of ease to me like I was just covered with a fluffy blanket. I loved that he didn't make me feel weird about it. I've had lovers in the past who made me feel so embarrassed after I came.

Andrew pushed my thighs back wide open and went right back to licking me as if he had never stopped. He looked so sexy while he was eating me out, I never wanted him to stop. We made eye contact at the precise moment he sucked on my clit, and I began to see stars in my vision. He delicately slipped a finger into me as he continued to suck. I was moaning so loudly that I was worried that we would get a noise complaint.

Finally, like a dam breaking, I felt my body tense up and go rigid. "Don't stop." I pleaded with Andrew. I grabbed his hair for support, and the way he looked in that moment, I'll never forget. So intently focused on my pleasure that his mouth was fully covering my pussy. I kept my eyes trained on his handsome face as I slipped over the edge.

I expected Andrew to move out of the way, but he didn't. He simply continued to lick and kiss my pussy as I squirted everywhere. At that moment, I felt incredibly close to him.

Andrew continued to finger me as the waves of my orgasm steadily crashed over me. It had been so long since I'd squirted like that. He cleaned up my pussy gently with the top sheet before haphazardly wiping his mouth.

"I need you," He growled as he adjusted himself between my legs. I was so satisfied and open in that moment that I would've done anything he asked me to.

My eyes felt drowsy as I looked upon his sculpted, tanned body. His perfect cock was an inch away from my entrance, his strong body towering over me, and his soft eyes looking at me with such a deep desire it was overwhelming.

"Fuck me," I pleaded, though it barely sounded audible. But that's all Andrew needed from me before he put his hands on either side of my head. Lowering himself into me, I could feel the tip of his dick begin to stretch my entrance.

Kissing me gently, Andrew continued to go a little bit deeper. I felt my body stretching further around him, attempting to accommodate his large size. I moaned into his mouth.

"Do you like it?" Andrew asked me.

"I love your dick," I moaned. "I want you deeper."

Andrew pushed almost fully into me. His dick felt so perfect inside of me as if he were made for me. I never wanted him to leave. Impatiently, I grabbed his hips and slammed him fully inside me. Finally, I could feel his full length and I started to grind my hips against him.

"Oh, you wanted my dick badly. Didn't you, baby?" Andrew teased as he began to pump into me harder. I could hear his body smacking into mine with each thrust.

"Mhmm, so bad," I moaned as I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to pull him deeper inside of me even though I knew that was impossible. He fucked me hard and deep until I had no thoughts. I was clawing at his back like crazy and he loved it.

"Fuck," Andrew moaned. He roughly grabbed my ankles from around his waist and spread them wide. Andrew rammed into me so hard that I could barely breathe. I could feel him in my stomach and I knew he was getting close by how tightly he was gripping me. My tits were bouncing uncontrollably.

"Where should I cum, baby?" Andrew asked me urgently.

"Inside of me," I answered without hesitation. It was one of my favorite places. I loved the way it felt.

"Are you sure?" Andrew said, cocking his eyebrow at me.

"Yes. I'm on birth control."

"Mmm... I'm going to cum so fucking deep inside of you," He growled in response and then started drilling my pussy so aggressively. I loved getting my brains fucked out. It made me feel so at peace in a strange way.

Suddenly, Andrew came into me with a violent jerk and a loud moan. It was so satisfying to be filled with his cum. When he was finished, he rested his head on my shoulder and I gently rubbed his back, which was already beginning to puff up from scratch marks I had given him.

"... That... was... everything," He breathed. We stayed like that for a long time until finally Andrew pulled out of me. I felt empty without his dick filling me. I could feel his juices begin to gush out of me, which only made me want him back inside of me even more than before.

"I'm going to go grab you a towel," Andrew told me with a kiss on the forehead. When he came back, he began to clean my pussy for me, kissing it after he was finished. Andrew helped me find some fresh pajamas in my suitcase, and he threw his shorts and underwear back on.

"Let's go to my room," Andrew suggested with his hand out to me. I took it without a second thought and followed him back to his room, which wasn't very far from mine.

We crawled into his fresh bed together, both feeling exhausted and pleased. Andrew rubbed my back as I drifted off to sleep.