Taboo Online

Chapter 23: So Hot

Luke had watched enough porn to understand exactly what was happening behind the door.

He had heard plenty of women moaning in those videos. Some were so loud they sounded ridiculous, while others exaggerated every breath enough that even someone as inexperienced as him could tell they were faking it. None of them sounded anything like Miss Lauren.

Every broken breath and muffled whimper that slipped through the door felt more intimate than anything he had ever heard through a screen. She was only a few feet away, lying in the same bed he had passed earlier that evening, completely unaware that he stood frozen in the hallway.

His heart pounded hard enough to hurt, yet her next whimper still cut through it. His skin prickled beneath his clothes, and his cock strained painfully against his pants until he had to shift his weight.

For one ridiculous second, Luke wondered whether Reinforce had followed him out of the game and activated in one very specific part of his body. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Did the headset do something to me?

After everything he had experienced inside Powerforge Online, the idea did not seem entirely impossible. Then Miss Lauren moaned again, and his shaft throbbed.

No. That’s definitely me.

Luke tightened one hand around the bottom of his shirt. He should have continued toward the kitchen. He had only left his room because he wanted some water and anything that might help him stop thinking about Yvonne, but instead, he had found something much harder to ignore.

Shame followed almost immediately. Miss Lauren had given him a room, fed him, bought him a virtual reality system, and treated him better than anyone had in years. Standing outside her bedroom and listening to something so private felt like a betrayal of everything she had done for him.

Even so, his feet refused to move.

The bedsheets rustled behind the door, followed by another uneven breath, and Luke’s imagination immediately filled in everything he could not see.

He pictured Lauren stretched across the bed with her black hair spread over the pillows. Her apron and café clothes would be gone, leaving her skin flushed and exposed, while one of the enormous breasts he had tried not to stare at all day might be slipping free from whatever she wore to sleep.

Stop imagining it.

The warning only made the image clearer.

He had already seen her black lace bra hanging in the bathroom. He knew how large the cups were and how little the lace would hide, so his mind placed it over Lauren’s body and filled in everything beneath it.

Another moan escaped her, and Luke swallowed.

He had never heard a woman make those sounds in person. The women in the videos he sometimes watched had always been safely separated from him by a screen. He could close the page, toss his phone aside, and pretend he had never searched for anything.

Only a closed bedroom door separated him from Lauren now, and every sound she made seemed to pass through it and settle inside his body. His cock pressed harder against his pants, forcing him to adjust his stance again.

Luke stared at the floor.

Move. Just go back to your room.

Nothing happened. His legs remained locked in place while the rustling inside grew faster. Lauren’s breathing became less controlled, and the sounds she made turned shorter and higher until Luke’s breath caught with every one.

What affected him most was how different she sounded from Yvonne.

Yvonne had been bold from the moment they met. She teased him without hesitation, pressed herself against him whenever she had the chance, and forced him to admit things he had never said aloud.

Miss Lauren was gentle, careful, and responsible. She cooked for him, reminded him to rest, and worried whenever he carried anything too heavy. Luke had never heard her raise her voice unless someone was in danger.

Hearing that same calm woman lose control behind the door made every sound hit him harder.

His attraction to her had already been difficult to ignore, but there was no point pretending it did not exist anymore. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Luke wanted her.

The realization came so clearly that he almost expected a system window to appear in front of him.

[A truthful statement has been detected.]

He glanced around the empty hallway, but nothing appeared. There was no dungeon window to confirm it, yet Luke could no longer lie to himself.

He wanted Lauren, and after everything Yvonne had done inside the game, controlling that desire had become even harder.

Before meeting Yvonne, he might have convinced himself that listening was enough. He might have returned to his room, hidden beneath the blanket, and dealt with his erection alone while drowning in guilt afterward.

Now he knew what it felt like to have an older woman sitting astride his hips.

He remembered Yvonne’s thighs pressed against his sides, the weight of her breasts against his chest, and the warmth of her breath against his lips. The slow kiss she had left on his cheek still felt fresh in his memory.

Those moments blended with Lauren’s moans until the two women became difficult to separate.

Luke’s hand loosened around his shirt and almost moved toward the front of his pants, but he stopped before touching himself. His fingers hovered there for a second before curling into his palm.

What am I doing?

He was standing outside the bedroom of the woman who had saved him, listening while she did something she clearly believed was private. Getting aroused was already bad enough. Touching himself there would cross a line Luke could never pretend he had not crossed.

That should have been enough to make him leave.

Instead, the answer to his question came from behind the door.

Lauren released another moan, higher and more desperate than the others. It broke into a breathless whimper, followed by the muffled sound of her body shifting against the mattress.

Luke’s shoulders tightened. His breathing slowed until he was barely taking in any air at all, afraid that even the smallest sound might reveal him.

The hallway seemed impossibly quiet around him. He could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen, the old pipes inside the walls, and his own heartbeat drumming against his ribs.

Then Lauren cried out.

The sound was not especially loud, but the complete loss of control behind it struck him harder than anything that had come before. Her voice trembled and faded into a series of broken breaths while the bedsheets rustled one final time.

Luke went completely still.

He knew what had happened. There was no innocent explanation he could invent, and no chance he had misunderstood what he had been hearing.

Miss Lauren had climaxed only a few feet away from him.

She climaxed...

His tongue passed over his dry lips. A shiver traveled down his back, and his fingers dug deeper into the fabric of his shirt.

The shame was still there, pressing hard against his chest, but it could not bury the raw excitement rushing through him.

God, that was so fucking hot.