Forbidden First Times: A Contemporary Romance Collection

by Sofia T Summers

  My head snapped up, and I looked at her.

  “I’m not feeling very hungry, I guess,” I admitted. “It might be the heat.”

  My mother sighed. “I spent all afternoon making this,” she said, heaping another large portion of meat onto my plate. “He could’ve at least taken some leftovers home.”

  “I could bring some over,” I offered.

  My mother laughed shortly. “Why on earth would you do that,” she said, shaking her head like I’d suggested bringing her roast to the moon, or Mars. “Your father can go over after dinner – they are friends, after all.”

  My father looked visibly uncomfortable at this idea. “If the man is sick, we should let him rest, Cynthia,” he said. “Besides, what if he’s contagious?”

  “You’re just being lazy,” my mother chided my father in a lighthearted tone. “I’m sure he’d love the company.”

  My father didn’t look convinced. I shifted in my seat and reluctantly cut another piece from the chunk of roast my mother had given me. Normally, I loved my mother’s cooking – there was a reason I was such a big girl, after all – but tonight, the food tasted like ash in my mouth.

  I was starving, but not for food.

  I wanted Elliot, and I couldn’t shake the nagging suspicion that he wanted me, too.

  “May I be excused?” I asked my mother. “I’m sorry – I really don’t feel well. I think I should lie down for a while.”

  My mother opened her mouth to protest, but my father shook his head.

  “Let her go, Carolyn,” he said. “She looks pretty flushed, doesn’t she?”

  Knowing that my father had noticed my red cheeks and face only made me blush harder, and my mother looked at me and sighed reluctantly.

  “Okay,” she said. “I’ll put the leftovers in the fridge if you feel like eating later, honey.”

  I took my plate into the kitchen, then took the biggest glass out of the cupboard and filled it with ice water. Carrying it up to my room, I flopped down on the bed without bothering to take my dress off. Lying down somehow made it worse – it was too easy to close my eyes and spread my legs, picture Elliot between my thighs, staring down at me with that intense lust in his green eyes.

  I closed my eyes and rolled onto my side, pulling one of my pillows over my head and groaning to myself. I’d always heard that this kind of thing was how men behaved, but not women. Women were supposed to be won over, with flowers and candy and dinners out and movies and jewelry. We were supposed to give it up reluctantly as if we didn’t even want it.

  What total bullshit.

  I lay there for hours, in a weird fugue state of half-asleep, half-awake. I listened to my mother clear the dining room downstairs, listening to my father put on his usual rotation of evening news. They stayed downstairs for a couple of hours, then turned out the lights, and I heard the creak of the stairs as Mom and Dad made their way to bed.

  An idea – a wicked, sinful idea – popped into my head, and I held my breath, wondering whether or not I should do it.

  Elliot was right next door.

  Thinking about him for mere hours had driven me so crazy that I knew unless I got serious answers about him, I’d actually lose my mind and go literally insane. Swallowing hard, I sat up in bed and swung my legs over the edge. The dress I was wearing was creased and wrinkled, but I didn’t think to change it.

  If my plan went accordingly, Elliot wouldn’t be looking at my dress for very long, anyway. As quietly as I could, I crept over to the closet and slipped my feet into a pair of sandals. The floor creaked, and I froze in place, still holding my breath as I listened for any sign of my parents.

  Thankfully, the house stayed quiet. I slipped out of my bedroom and downstairs with my keys clutched in my hand. Even though I was twenty-one, the thought of sneaking out of my parents’ house still felt naughty. I’d never actually done it before – I’d always been a good girl.

  Not anymore, I thought as a shiver of excitement ran down my spine. I opened the front door and let myself outside, where the air was warm and so humid that my curls were immediately sticking to my cheeks and the back of my neck.

  Closing and locking the door behind me was almost the scariest part. What if the sound was enough to wake my parents? I stood there, frozen, as I listened for any sign of movement or wakefulness. After counting to thirty, I hopped off the front stoop and crossed the lawn that separated my parents’ house from Elliot’s. The moon was almost full and shone down like a beacon as I took a deep breath and climbed the steps to his front porch.

  I held my hand in the air for a long moment before knocking on Elliot’s door. Almost immediately, a light flashed on in his foyer, and the door swung open.

  I bit my lip and looked up at him through my eyelashes.

  “Hi,” I said. “Are you feeling any better?”

  I hadn’t meant the remark to sound salacious, but it had. Elliot’s eyes widened at the sight of me, and he stepped back quickly, motioning for me to come inside.

  “Annie,” Elliot said in a low growl. The deep sound of his voice resonated through my body and I felt myself tremble.

  “What?” I asked, feigning innocence.

  “What are you doing here?” Elliot asked.

  I swallowed. Being with him now was even more intoxicating than it had been earlier. He’d taken off his tie and the top few buttons of his shirt were undone, showing a taut, toned chest and a tuft of salt-and-pepper hair. Just looking at him and his magnificent body was enough to make me wet again, and I licked my lips.

  “I think you know why I’m here,” I said, stepping forward on unsteady feet.

  Elliot didn’t say anything, but he didn’t move backward either. I took another step, closing the distance between us. I was standing so near that I could see the muscle twitch as his jaw clenched, smell his woodsy, musky cologne.

  “I ... I think you know why I’m here,” I said softly.

  Elliot’s gaze hardened. He still didn’t speak. With my heart in my throat, I took the final step towards him. He was so much taller than I was that I had to stand on the tips of my toes and stretch up just to press my mouth to his.

  At first, the kiss was nothing. It was the first kiss I’d had since Dan Crowthers had kissed me behind the gym after the eighth-grade, and for a mere second, it was surprisingly passionless. I could tell that Elliot was resisting me.

  But he wasn’t pulling away, and that suddenly made it all the hotter. I moaned softly and wrapped my arms around his neck, resting them on his broad shoulders. Elliot growled into my mouth, and that’s when I felt his strong hands on my waist, gripping me and holding me more tightly than I’d ever been held.

  This was no kissing Dan Crowthers.

  This was kissing a man, a real man, who was filled with lust for me. The realization that I was really doing this sent a shockwave to my system, and I whimpered as Elliot’s tongue slipped into my mouth. He licked my tongue with his and nibbled my lower lip, sucking gently and biting until I gasped. Hot arousal raced through my veins, and I felt my heart throb with adrenaline as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate.

  Elliot’s hands slid down my back, roaming over my curvy hips and thighs and squeezing my ass. His palms and fingers were massive, and in his arms, I felt dainty and small for the first time in my life. As he squeezed the cheeks of my ass through my dress and panties, pleasure blossomed in my lower belly and between my legs. I’d never felt anything like it before in my life, and I gasped, breaking the kiss and throwing my head back. I was panting and breathing hard as Elliot walked me backward and gently pushed me down onto a large leather sofa. When I looked up into his face, I felt another bolt of lust shoot through my heart. His green eyes were glittering with passion and intensity, and his chest was heaving with every breath that he took.

  “I want you,” I said softly, reaching for him. Our hands met, and he laced his fingers with mine, squeezing my hand before lifting it to his mouth and tasting the tips of my fingers. His
hot, wet tongue on the pads of my fingers felt so naughty and exciting that I could hardly stand it. Summoning all of the courage I had, I gently pulled my hand away. Without breaking eye contact, I began unbuttoning my dress and shrugged out of it, until I was lying on the couch in just my bra and my thin panties. There was an unfamiliar, musky smell in the air, and I blushed hotly when I realized it was me – my pussy was so wet that I had soaked through the crotch of my panties and now, the smell of my arousal was filling the air.

  If Elliot had been looking at me with desire before, his gaze was practically on fire now. He hastily unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, revealing a stunning torso, like he was carved out of marble. His hands moved lower, and he unfastened his belt, then his pants. They fell down to his ankles, and he stepped out of them, kicking them away. Clad only in a pair of silky black boxers, I could hardly look at Elliot – he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and it almost hurt to watch as he moved closer and climbed on top of me. The bulge at the front of his boxers was huge, and for a moment, I felt a flash of panic. How on earth is he going to fit inside of me, I wondered quickly. I can barely use a tampon!

  Elliot’s mouth found mine again in a tender, sexy kiss. I arched my back and leaned into it, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

  “I want you,” I repeated, breaking the kiss and whispering the words right into his mouth.

  Elliot’s eyes blazed green fire.

  “I need you,” he growled.

  4

  Elliot

  Annie wriggled and squirmed under me. Her pale skin was flushed from head to toe with a delicious pink hue, and she licked her plump, wet lips. As good as she smelled, she had tasted even better – kissing her had been sweeter than eating dessert. Now, her big blue eyes blinked at me, and she lowered her lashes, batting them slightly and blushing bright red. I dipped my head to hers and caught her mouth with mine, sucking on her ripe lower lip until she moaned with delight.

  I had been with a decent number of women in my life, but no one, not even my ex-wife, had stirred this level of desire inside of me. My cock was throbbing, and I could feel that I was close to the edge even though I hadn’t even touched that sweet pussy yet.

  “I’m going to make you wait,” I growled to Annie, nipping her lip one last time before sliding down her body. The bra she wore did little to hide her magnificent tits – they were huge and ripe, and practically spilling out of the cups. Snaking my arm behind her back, I unhooked the bra and pulled it away from her body. The sight of her topless was nearly enough to make me lose it – her pale, creamy breasts were capped with bright pink nipples that were so stiff they were puckered. I moved down lower and took them into my mouth, one by one, sucking and licking and running the edge of my teeth over her soft skin.

  Annie went wild. She bucked and gasped and arched her body underneath mine, pressing her curves all over my body. Her skin tasted milky-sweet, and I groaned with urgent lust as I slid my hands down her body. I cupped her pussy lips through her panties – feeling the heat from her radiating over my skin was driving me crazy, and I growled, sliding further and further down and licking her belly as I did so. Annie moaned and whimpered, tangling her hands in my hair and bucking her hips up in the air, desperate to be touched.

  It was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen in my life. This gorgeous curvy blonde, splayed out on my couch with her legs spread and her nipples painfully hard. Her white cotton panties had an obvious damp spot on the crotch, and desire shot through me when I realized just how wet she was, how much she wanted me. I didn’t even waste time trying to touch her through the panties, just pulled them down her legs. The blonde curls of her pubic hair were soaked with her juices, and my whole body shuddered as I saw her beautiful pink pussy, spread open and exposed, just for me. Her clit was visibly hard, and she was trembling so much that her body was actually shaking, dripping pussy juice onto the couch and smearing it on the insides of her round, delectable thighs. I yanked down my boxers, and my cock sprang free. When Annie saw it, she moaned and closed her eyes, shifting towards me and spreading her thighs even wider.

  I wanted to taste her, but I knew that I wouldn’t last ten seconds if I did so. Just smelling her was almost good enough—her ripe, musky scent filled my nostrils, and I braced myself with one hand on her hip and the other on the back of the couch as I plunged my cock deep inside of her waiting body. She was so incredibly tight that I groaned instantly and buried myself in her perfect, wet hole.

  “Oh my god,” Annie cried out. She thrashed and bucked, went red all over as she began writhing underneath of me. She struggled to wrap her thighs around my waist, but I held her down and began moving my body against hers in slow, long strokes. My cock pumped in and out of her perfect cunt with an erotic rhythm that took my breath away, and electric ecstasy filled my entire body as I began fucking her harder and faster.

  Soon, we were bouncing and rocking together. I leaned over Annie and put a hand to her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples in my fingers before giving her a deep, passionate kiss. She cried out when I took my mouth from hers. I bucked and strained, thrust my cock balls deep inside of her, buried myself to the hilt. With my free hand, I reached between our bodies and began rubbing Annie’s wet clit. She gasped out loud, and soon, she was moving her hips in time with my thrusts and fingers. As I rubbed circles around her clit, faster and faster, Annie closed her eyes and whimpered with obvious delight. She bit her lip and moaned loudly, then gave into the temptation and opened her mouth, screaming softly at first and then yelping louder and louder as I rubbed her little pleasure button.

  “Elliot!” Annie shrieked. “Oh my god, please, don’t stop!” Her curvy body began to rumble and shake beneath me, and I felt her pussy clamp down hard on my cock. As it did, Annie kept moaning and shrieking and grinding against me. It was the sexiest sight I’d ever had the pleasure of beholding – a gorgeous girl, obviously coming harder than she’d ever come in her young life. Seeing her ecstasy set me off, and I groaned, thrusting in harder than ever and filling her with my seed.

  I felt so sated, so completely drained, that I couldn’t resist to lower my head to Annie’s luscious tits and collapse against her soft body. Her skin was damp with perspiration, and the deliciously salty scent mingled with the smell of her pussy and her floral perfume. The overall effect made my living room smell like a heavenly bordello. A strange calming fog descended over me, and I blinked sleepily, feeling drugged. I wanted to close my eyes and relive the insanely erotic experience over and over, but just as my lids were falling shut, I felt a cold jolt of panic. My eyes shot open, and I bolted upright.

  Mid-yawn, Annie blinked at me and balled her small hands into fists before rubbing her eyes.

  “What is it,” she asked, yawning again and stretching beneath me on the couch. Her beautiful tits quivered as she moved, and I had to wrench my eyes away from her generous figure. Getting to my feet, I reached for my boxers and my pants, yanking them up so quickly that it almost hurt.

  “Elliot,” Annie tried. “What’s wrong? You didn’t have to get up so quickly,” she continued. “What is it?”

  I stared at her. How could she not understand how wrong this was, that it should never have happened in the first place? My mind was filled with conflict – Annie was easily, easily the best lay I’d ever had. She’d fucked like a porn star, like her entire world had been me and my cock, like her pleasure was the most important thing in the world. Her complete lack of artifice, of pretense, had sucked me in before I could come to my senses, and now I’d just done something so taboo that it felt like it should’ve been illegal.

  I cleared my throat as I reached for my shirt and pulled it on, fastening the buttons with my fingers.

  “That should never have happened,” I said in a low voice.

  Annie blinked again. She sat up and blushed, suddenly self-conscious of her naked curves.

  “I think you’re lying,” Annie said softly. She looked
at me and raised an eyebrow, then got to her feet and reached for her clothes. I swallowed hard as she pulled up her white cotton panties, wriggling her ass as she adjusted the waistband. She reached for her bra and fastened it around herself, scooping each one of her tits up and settling them down in the cups. I’d never thought that watching a woman getting dressed could be more erotic than watching a woman get undressed, but I had to look away as she reached for her dress – I could feel myself starting to get hard again.

  “Annie,” I said finally, when she had finished buttoning her dress. “You have to understand – this was wrong.”

  She bit her ripe lower lip and shook her head slowly. “It was just sex,” Annie said after a brief pause.

  But it wasn’t, I thought as I stared at her. Your father would kill me, would rip me limb from limb if he ever found out what I just did to you. You’re young enough to be my daughter, for fuck’s sake!

  “Elliot, come on,” Annie said. She stepped closer, and I stepped back. I knew that if she were to touch me, I would fall victim to her charms once more.

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “You need to leave.” When Annie didn’t move, I continued: “Now.”

  Annie looked hurt. “My parents are asleep – it’s not like they know I’m over here.”

  “You shouldn’t be with me,” I said. “You should be looking for someone your own age.”

  “I don’t care about that,” Annie said. She smirked at me and raised an eyebrow. “We had fun, didn’t we?”

  I didn’t answer.

  “I’ve never had such an exciting night before,” Annie continued. “And besides, it’s not like I’m going to live under my parents’ roof forever.”

  Uneasiness rose inside of me, and I swallowed hard and clenched my jaw. How could she not see it? Was she truly that young? Years ago, when I had been Annie’s age, I hadn’t known anything – especially not what I’d wanted, or what I’d needed.