Forbidden Desires Box Set

by Katy Kaylee

  His eyes were focused intently on mine and somehow I didn't feel so nervous anymore. This was the guy who had made me laugh while having sex with me, the guy who had made me feel completely at ease when I was freaking out on the inside.

  I had nothing to worry about, so I slipped the waistband of his pants down, allowing his now erect penis to be freed from its constraints. It wasn't as big as the guy in the porn’s – which I was grateful for – and kissed the tip of it. Zac immediately responded positively, which urged me to open my mouth and slide him inside. He tasted good, I had to admit and with every second that passed it got even better. I even felt a gush of desire inside me, and I wondered whether he’d be able to help me out as well. Maybe we could even try some of those positions.

  Wait, let me stay focused on the matter at hand, or in this case, the matter in my mouth.

  Zac

  Oh god.

  I leaned my head back against the pillow of the couch as Liv’s mouth devoured my hard cock. The pressure was perfect and it sent chills through my entire body. “Oh yeah. Do it just like that,” I muttered.

  I had to hand it to Liv, she paid attention very well. She sucked hard enough, varying her speeds at just the right time. Who knew that pretty little mouth could do all these things. It was a little hard to believe that she had never done this before, but when I muttered that I was going to come, she pulled away abruptly and glanced up at me with wide eyes, her mouth still wet, her lips swollen.

  Doubt began to set in and her shoulders tensed. “What do I do then?”

  “Well, you have two choices,” I answered and placed her hand around my shaft, my hand over hers as a guide. “You can either finish it off manually, or you can carry on and I shoot my load either in your mouth, or your face, or wherever you want.”

  The cringe on her face made me chuckle and I shook my head. “It’s entirely up to you.”

  “What does it taste like?” she asked hesitantly.

  “I honestly can’t tell you, sorry.”

  “Right,” she nodded. “Maybe you can show me how to finish manually?”

  “Start with slow and steady strokes, like this,” I said and moved my hand up and down. “You can speed up, and I’ll tell you when to go faster. Is that okay?”

  She nodded wordlessly and glanced at my cock. “Or maybe I can suck it again and see how it goes?”

  “Whatever you want,” I said in a low tone.

  She slid my cock back into her mouth and a million sensations surged through my body as she sucked my shaft. In and out. Slower and faster.

  I felt everything build up inside me again and I whispered, “I’m going to come.”

  But she carried on, much to my surprise. She sped up, pushing me close to the edge, but I was worried that she wasn't going to handle the outcome – excuse the pun – of this whole thing.

  She did seem adamant though, and I wasn't going to tell her to stop. She had tenacity, and I liked that about her. She was also a fast learner, and I was pleasantly surprised.

  Very pleasantly.

  She sped up again, and finally pushed me over the edge. A powerful orgasm ripped through me and squirted my load into her sweet mouth. Once, twice, three times.

  She didn't bat an eye, but it wasn't until I was done that I saw the look on her face.

  “What?”

  She groaned, and that’s when I realized she still had it in her mouth.

  “Oh, god. Liv, just swallow it.”

  And she did.

  She cringed and glanced at me, exhausted and satiated on the couch. “How was that?”

  “I should ask you that.”

  “I liked it,” she shrugged.

  “Well, so did I. You’re a fucking natural, you know that?”

  “I am?” she asked.

  “Of course. You did everything right.”

  A proud, yet shy smile formed on her lips and she cocked her head at me. “Thank you. I had a great teacher.”

  I chuckled and pulled my pants up over my cock and sat upright. She remained in front of me and studied me intently. “What?”

  “I’m feeling kind of hot myself, and I was wondering if you could help me out with it,” she answered shyly.

  I smirked at her and tapped my hands on my lap. She didn't even hesitate and immediately sat on my lap, had legs on either side of me. I slid my hands under her shirt and cupped her beautiful breasts. She groaned softly and I slid her shirt up and over her head, revealing pale pink bra which didn't stay one for very long after that.

  I sucked on her nipples as my hand slid down the front of her pants, getting even more excited as I felt the wet patch on her underwear. I stroked the wet fabric as she moaned in my ear, and I hardened against her, but I knew I didn't have it in me to fuck her right now. My dick could only take so much in one night.

  I slid my hand under the soft and wet fabric of her panties and stroked her wet and already swollen clit. Slipping a finger into her juicy wet pussy, I continued to suck on her nipple as her hands grabbed at my shirt. I withdrew my hands and mouth for a moment while Liv pulled my shirt off, and I did the same with her jeans. I wasn't sure where they ended up, but at that moment, I didn't really care, and neither did she.

  I pulled her back on top of me, and kissed her with vigor and passion filling me to the core. My fingers went exploring again, inside her panties. I fingered her pussy until her underwear was drenched in her pleasure and she moaned against my lips.

  “Please don't stop,” she breathed.

  I wasn't planning on stopping, Liv.

  Her whole body contracted as her pleasure spilled over her entire being – and my hand – and she let out a sexy moan. Her pussy contracted against my fingers and the way she responded to me was heavenly. I couldn't wait for the day when I could fuck her with everything I had inside me, unleashing every bit of desire I had for her. She’d be in trouble that day, and would probably have to take the following day off work. That was how hard I intended to fuck her.

  I buried my face between her breasts for a few seconds until she moved away slightly and I glanced up at her.

  “Feel better?”

  “Totally,” she whispered.

  I grinned at her, slipping my hand out of her underwear and she climbed off me. She glanced down at herself and frowned.

  “You don’t have an extra pair of underwear I could borrow, do you?”

  “No, but I’d be happy to wash them for you,” I offered.

  She glanced at the clock on the wall and cringed. “That’s okay. I actually need to get home.”

  “That’s okay too,” I said as I reached for my shirt.

  She found her clothes and quickly got dressed.

  Too quickly.

  Was something wrong?

  I wanted to ask, but I wasn't sure whether I was ready to hear that answer.

  I knew what it was. I should have never kissed her they way I did, but it felt unnatural not to.

  What was happening to me?

  “Can we talk for a minute, before you go?” I asked.

  “Sure,” she said, as she pulled her shirt over her head, allowing it to fall softly over her breasts and slid down to cover her waist.

  “How often do you want to do this?” I asked. “You said you needed help with everything. When do you want to do it?”

  “Well, I’m off every Tuesday, so that’s the only time during the day I can get away, and evenings are better, especially Mondays, Thursdays and some Saturdays. I also think here at your place is the best, because Alice has a key to my apartment, and we wouldn't want her to walk in on us or anything,” she answered, sounding a little panic-stricken.

  “Here is fine,” I said and slowly approached her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Yeah, why wouldn't I be? You just gave me an incredible orgasm and taught me how to give you one,” she answered.

  “Was the kiss too much?” I blurted out, instantly regretting it.

  “It comes wit the territo
ry,” she shrugged.

  “That’s not what I asked,” I said.

  “Your kisses are amazing, Zac, and don’t ever think of ever apologizing for them. Without them you’d make me feel as though I’m having sex with a robot or something. You make it real, so don’t stop.”

  “I won’t,” I said. “Thank you.”

  “I’m going to call you, so we can coordinate our nights. I just,” she said and ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, “have to get my thoughts back to normal, because I feel like I’m fucking floating five feet above the ground.”

  A smile formed on my lips and I nodded. “It’s a good feeling to have, right?”

  “Yeah, I cant believe that I only get to feel it now.”

  “Listen, Liv,” I said and she turned towards me.

  For a moment I was at a loss for words, standing in front of her. I wasn't sure if it was post-orgasmic euphoria I felt, or if it was Liv who made me forget what I wanted to say. I cleared my throat and continued, “I just want you to know that you don’t have to be nervous about not meeting society’s expectations. You’re perfect, just the way you are.”

  “You’re only sayin that because I sucked your cock,” she retorted.

  “Where did that sassy mouth come from all of a sudden?” I chuckled.

  “I don't know, maybe it was there all along. You just helped it come out,” she answered with a giggle.

  “I’ve created a monster.”

  She chuckled and approached me. She placed her hands on my chest and stood on her tiptoes. She kissed me one the cheek and whispered, “Thank you.”

  “You don’t have to thank me, okay. Like I said, the sounds you make is payment enough,” I smirked.

  Her cheeks flushed and she lowered her gaze. “I have to get going.”

  I nodded as I walked her to the door and she said, “Are you sure that I can’t thank you with something. I could pay you for your time.”

  “Oh, no. You don’t have to do that, Liv.” I frowned and shook my head. “That would make me feel like a man whore.”

  “Which you’re not,” she pointed out with a pout.

  “Exactly. I’m just helping out a friend,” I shrugged.

  She turned to me as I opened the door and smiled. “I hate to break it to you, Zac, but you kind of were a man-whore the first night.”

  I sighed as I realized she was right, but I shook my head. “You don’t have to pay me, add even if you insist, I’ll still refuse. Besides, that’s not why I’m doing this.”

  “Why are you doing this?” she asked, her eyes expectantly glancing at me, through me.

  “I’ve known you for a long time, Liv. I’ve seen you in bunny pajamas when you were eight, with two brown pigtails. I watched as you grew up into a teenager who didn't quite fit in anywhere, and who never quite got to shine she deserved. Alice was the one who always got the attention, while you were just the best friend everyone overlooked.”

  Her smile faded and she shifted her weight. “That’s not really making me feel better.”

  “I wasn't done,” I said and glanced at her intently. “Those people missed out big time, Liv. You’re fucking amazing, and it’s time for people to know that. It’s your time to shine now.”

  A smile crept up onto her pink lips and her eyes sparkled. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” she whispered.

  To my surprise, she put her arms around my and hugged me tightly. I couldn't help putting my arms around her, holding her in place as I felt her heart pounding in her chest.

  “Good night, Zac,” she whispered in a broken voice and when I finally had the courage to let her go, her eyes glistened.

  Composing herself immediately, she winked at me and said, “I’ll call you, handsome,” before she stepped out of my apartment and down the hall to the elevator. I watched her as she walked away, not looking back once, and I wondered whether she was as shaken to my core as she was.

  I meant every single word I said to her, and the only thing I wanted for her, was to be happy.

  Fuck, I was so completely screwed.

  Zac

  I wiped my brow, glancing down at the fully assembled engine suspended from the ceiling, cradled by two thick chains. I averted my eyes to the clock against the wall and hadn't realized that I had been busy for so long. It was after eight, and I had been so caught up in putting the Camaro’s engine back together, than I didn't even notice the time.

  Today had been stressful at the shop – people were just general asshole – and I’d usually work off my frustrations on the Camaro. It had been so patient with me after all these years that it didn't matter how angry I was when I worked on it. Still, I couldn’t wait for everything to be done on my car, but it had a long way to go. Because it was a vintage model, parts were scarce and expensive, so the entire rebuild had been drawn out for so long.

  Too long if you asked me.

  Maybe I should play the lottery, since I’ve been feeling so lucky lately.

  Although I knew luck had nothing to do with the fact that I had a permanent grin on my face, I felt lucky as fuck. Not only was I showing Liv to be a more sexual person, but I was reaping all the benefits from it. She was one talented little beginner, and I feared that she wouldn't need my help for any longer. Until then though, I was going to enjoy it to the fullest. The past week had been nothing short of educational for both of us. Without even knowing it, she made me feel things I had never felt before, and I finally figured out exactly what I liked. No other woman had the things she did with me, even though it was merely through trial and error. I noticed her confidence building each time we were together, and it made me happy to know that I was the one doing it.

  I walked to the sink in the corner of the shop and washed the grime and oil of my hands. I couldn't wait to go home and take a hot shower, letting all the stress of today run down the drain.

  Despite loving working on cars – which was a deep-rooted love I had had for a very long time – I felt discouraged at times for not becoming something more, something both my mom and dad would be proud of. My mom would be proud of me regardless what career path I had chosen, but my father was a harder nut to crack. I definitely took after him, not that I thought about it.

  We were both stubborn and refused to apologize for something we felt we didn't do, which was of course the wrong thing to do.

  I dried my hands on the towel beside the sink and walked back to my workspace, not wanting to think about my father any longer. It was a sore and tender subject which would never be fully resolved. Neither one of us would take the first step, so that was the end of it.

  Luckily my phone rang and I quickly answered it, welcoming the distraction.

  “Hello.”

  “Hey, Zac.”

  It was Liv.

  “Hey, Sexy,” I said with a grin, and heard her chuckle on the other side of the phone. “What’s going on?”

  “Oh, not much, but I was watching a movie, and there was something I want to try,” she said.

  “And what is that?” I asked, intrigued by her request.

  “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” she said. “Can I come over?”

  “I’m still at the shop though. I was just finishing up the Camaro’s engine,” I answered.

  “Oh,” she said, sounding a little disappointed, but that soon faded away. “I’d love to see it.”

  “The engine?”

  “Yeah. Is that okay?”

  I cleared my throat and answered, “Of course. You’ve known her for such a long time, so I am sure she won’t mind.”

  She chuckled and it made me smile almost instantaneously. I gave her the address of the shop and the call ended. My interest was piqued by what movie she had been watching, and what she wanted to do, but I didn't ask for any more details. I also knew that it didn't matter if I had asked or not, she wouldn't have told me anyways. It was still a little difficult for her to say sexual things to my face, or over the phone, and I felt
obligated to change that. The more secure and confident she was in saying things out loud, the more confidence she’ll have in herself. Plus, what was sexier than a woman telling you exactly what she wanted?

  While I waited for her to arrive, I took a quick shower in the back, set up specifically for the employees. It wasn't used very much, but tonight it came in very handy. I didn't want Liv to touch me when I was covered in sweat and car oil.

  I wasn't sure why I was anxious to see her, and I knew that I had to stop overthinking this whole situation. I knew that sooner or later she wouldn't need me anymore, and she would go out with this guy Alice had set up for her, and I’d be pretty much forgotten. It was a bitter and painful pill to swallow but it was the truth. What more did I expect?

  Liv wasn't the type of woman who would fall for me – not that I wanted her to – so I wasn't sure why I was stressing over this so much. I was just helping her out.

  Right?

  I came out of the back when I heard a knock on the metal door and quickly walked over to it. My hair was still damp from the shower, so I just ran my fingers through it before unlocking and opening the large metal door.

  Liv stood outside, the wind softly blowing her brown hair off her face. She was dressed casually in a white loose-fitting shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans.

  “Hey,” she said with a smile.

  “Hey. Come on in,” I said and stepped aside, allowing her to enter. Her strides were slow and careful and she turned to me.

  Inhaling slowly, she pouted those gorgeous lips of hers and said, “It’s okay if I’m here after hours, right?”

  “Yes, of course. Greg is really chilled, so I know he won’t mind,” I answered.

  “So, he’s not the one who makes you work late,” she asked.

  “No. Sometimes I just like to stay here and enjoy the quiet.”

  She smiled slightly and glanced expectantly at me. “Can I see her?”