Chapter 1: Crossing Lines

The heat wave had turned the house into a slow cooker.

Air conditioning had long since given up.

Ceiling fans spun lazily overhead, stirring nothing but heavy, humid air.

Cole stood in the kitchen in just a pair of basketball shorts, chugging water straight from the bottle, his skin slick with sweat.

The creak of the floorboards made him turn.

Vanessa padded in — barefoot, flushed, wearing the tiniest pair of sleep shorts and a flimsy tank top that clung wetly to her body.

No bra.

Cole's heart slammed against his ribs.

He tore his gaze away — too late — cheeks burning.

Vanessa smiled lazily.

"Hot enough for you?" she teased, grabbing a glass from the cabinet.

Cole muttered something noncommittal and turned back to the fridge, pretending to dig for food he didn't want.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the way her breasts shifted beneath the thin fabric — heavy, soft, bouncing slightly with every step.

He swallowed hard, his cock stirring.

No.

Don't even think about it.

But it was impossible.

Not with her standing there — flushed and glowing and oblivious — like temptation made flesh.

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They ended up on the couch later, watching some mindless TV show.

Vanessa curled up next to him, pulling a blanket over them both despite the heat.

Her body pressed against his side, warm and soft.

Cole held himself rigid, barely breathing.

Her breast brushed his arm every time she shifted.

She didn't seem to notice — or maybe she did — smiling up at him sweetly whenever he glanced her way.

"You're so tense, baby," she murmured, reaching up to stroke his hair.

Cole bit back a groan.

The soft, motherly affection made his cock throb painfully.

He shifted, trying to adjust without making it obvious.

Vanessa's hand slid down to his shoulder, squeezing gently.

"You need to relax," she whispered.

Cole nodded stiffly, staring straight ahead.

Vanessa laughed softly.

"You're hopeless," she teased.

She shifted again — throwing one leg over his lap, straddling his thigh casually — and leaned in close.

Cole froze.

Her breasts brushed his chest, the heat of her body seeping into his.

Every muscle in his body locked up.

Vanessa tilted her head, smiling at him.

"Poor thing," she whispered.

"You look like you're about to explode."

Cole let out a broken noise — somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

Vanessa's smile widened.

"Maybe you just need a little help," she whispered.

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Her hands slid under the blanket — slow, deliberate — trailing up his bare thigh.

Cole whimpered, hips bucking slightly.

"Shh," Vanessa cooed.

"I'll take care of you."

Her hand found his cock — hard, leaking, twitching against his stomach — and stroked him slowly through the thin fabric of his shorts.

Cole cried out softly, biting his fist to muffle the sound.

Vanessa leaned in, pressing her lips to his temple.

"There's my good boy," she whispered.

Her strokes quickened — still gentle, teasing — driving him insane.

Cole buried his face against her chest, panting against the thin fabric of her tank top.

Her nipple was hard against his cheek, obvious even through the shirt.

Without thinking, he turned his head — nuzzling closer — lips brushing against the heavy swell of her breast.

Vanessa gasped softly — not pulling away.

Cole whimpered — overwhelmed, humiliated — and mouthed at her through the fabric.

Vanessa's hand faltered, then squeezed him harder.

"That's it, baby," she whispered shakily.

"You need me, don't you?"

Cole nodded frantically, rubbing his face against her breast like a starving thing.

Vanessa laughed breathlessly.

"You're so sweet," she murmured.

"So hungry for me."

She tugged the strap of her tank top down — baring one heavy breast — and guided his mouth to her nipple with trembling fingers.

"Drink, baby," she whispered.

"Take what you need."

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Cole latched on without hesitation.

The taste of her skin flooded his mouth — salty with sweat, rich and real.

Vanessa moaned softly, rocking her hips against his thigh.

Her hand kept stroking him — faster now — as he suckled greedily at her breast.

Cole's mind went blank.

There was only her — her scent, her heat, the heavy weight of her breast filling his mouth.

He bucked up against her hand helplessly, whimpering.

Vanessa kissed the top of his head, murmuring soft, filthy encouragements.

"Such a good boy," she breathed.

"My sweet little feeder."

Cole sobbed against her breast, the pleasure building unbearably.

He was going to cum — he knew it — and he couldn't stop it.

Vanessa's hand moved faster, squeezing the tip of his cock gently.

"Cum for me, baby," she whispered.

"Show me how much you need me."

Cole cried out — muffled against her breast — and came hard, soaking his shorts and her hand.

Vanessa shuddered above him, clutching him tightly.

"There's my good boy," she whispered.

She rocked him gently, soothing him as he trembled against her chest.

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They stayed like that for a long time.

Cole clung to her, nuzzling her breast, panting softly.

Vanessa stroked his hair, humming under her breath.

"You don't have to fight it anymore," she whispered.

"You're mine now, baby."

And deep down, Cole knew she was right.

There was no turning back.

No pretending it hadn't happened.

They had broken the rules.

And he never wanted to follow them again.