Forbidden Love

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by Watson, S. R.


  “Morning Trevor,” I reply. “Is Jordan still asleep?”

  “No she is just laying down now if you want to go talk with her.”

  “I’ll talk with her later.” I no longer feel like drinking coffee so I head back to my room.

  “Tell Grayson I said hello,” Trevor says before I make it to my room. They both think Grayson is here so I don’t tell him any better. I don’t want Jordan feeling obligated to come check on me.

  “Will do,” I promise. I crawl back into bed. I think I’ll spend the day here. I scroll through my playlist on my phone, searching for tunes to fill the silence. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts. I use Bluetooth to connect to my speakers wirelessly. Natalie Imbruglia’s “Torn” fills the room and I sink into the covers as I listen to the lyrics. Two minutes into the song and Jordan is banging on the door. I get up to crack the door open. She tries separately to peep through the door.

  “Where is Grayson, Siobhan?”

  “Why?”

  “I knew it the minute I heard you playing that depressing shit. Move,” she says as she pushes her way in. She looks around the room and through the open door to my empty bathroom. “You haven’t played a single depressing song since you guys got back together. You forget how well I know you. What the fuck did he do?”

  “Nothing Jordan. He’s away on business again.” I get back in the bed, but she grabs my phone. She pauses the ‘depressive music’ as she calls it.

  “Something is up and you’re going to tell me.” She sits on the edge of my bed and folds her arms like a petulant child. That makes me laugh.

  “Fine, crazy person. I do have some things on my mind, but it isn’t anything that can’t wait. Your man is making you breakfast after a night of great sex so your ass need to be out there and not in here babysitting me.”

  She eyes me suspiciously. “You can make jokes all you want, but I can see past your smile Siobhan. Something or someone has you hurting, but I’ll give you some time alone. Trevor will be leaving in a couple hours to get on the road before nightfall. I’ll be back okay?”

  “Yes. Now go before your food gets cold and all his hard work is ruined.” I shoo her from my bed and gets up reluctantly. She gets to my doorway and turns with a sheepish grin on her face.

  “Did you guys hear us last night?” She still thinks Grayson stayed the night here last night and I don’t correct her.

  “No. I just know that you never stay in bed that late. I figured you two were playing catch up,” I tease. “If you hurry, he can get one in for the road. I won’t listen.” I turn my music back up and she sticks her tongue out at me. After she leaves, I’m more careful with my music selection. I didn’t realize I was that transparent. My playlist is pretty angst filled so I choose the Seal station on Pandora. “Kiss From a Rose” is the first to play. I love this song. I force myself out of bed to do something more productive. I begin cleaning my room and reorganizing the clothes in my closet. My stomach grumbles in protest to my missing breakfast and lunch. I’ll just have to hold out until Trevor leaves. I don’t want to intrude on their time. For now, the Snickers bar in my purse will have to tide me over.

  A few hours pass and I’ve yet to hear from Grayson. I refuse to call him though. I reached out to him first already. Besides, he said he would call me once got back. I guess I was just hoping that he would change his mind and call me sooner. I distinctly remember him saying that he misses me like crazy when he is away from me from extended periods of time, even though it has only been a day. How could he not want to talk to me, damn it? I’m so deep in thought; I don’t hear Jordan until she is standing at the foot of my bed.

  “Earth to Shiv,” she says, snapping her fingers to get my attention. “What’s on your mind?” She sits on my bed—ready to hear the spiel. I tell her everything that has happened up to this point, including Grayson catching Liam here and his subsequent departure after I tell him about my talk with the dean.

  “I don’t know what to say Shiv. I can see both sides. He wants to protect you from this scandal and you don’t want him to take the fall for you. You guys are truly at a stalemate. It shows that he cares or he wouldn’t give a shit. It’s crappy that he’s avoiding you though. Maybe he just needs time like he said—to see how he could protect you both. Just give him time to work things through. Things will work itself out. You’ll see.” I just hope she’s right.

  I let the water from the shower rain down on me until all that is left is coldness. Jordan sticks her head and hollers from the door. “I made crepes for you so hurry before they get cold.”

  “I’ll be right out.” She closes the door and I turn the water off. I slide down the travertine tile and hug my knees. The reality of everything has hit me hard and I feel so out of control. Grayson’s disappearing act and silent treatment makes me feel alone and helpless. Jordan is great, but it’s not the same. The verdict is still out, yet I feel like I’ve already lost Grayson. I don’t know how much more time passes before my bathroom door cracks open again. I can’t bear Jordan seeing me like this so I just keep my head down, until the rustling of clothes peaks my curiosity. Grayson is here and he’s taking his clothes off. The shower door opens and I’m frozen in place on the floor. He grabs me by the hand and pulls me up.

  “Get up, baby. I’m here now.” He wipes my hair away from my face and forces me to look up at him. The tears I refuse to let fall pick now to make their appearance. Grayson closes his eyes in agony. When he reopens them, he wipes my tears away. “We need to talk sweetheart.” I don’t like the sadness that colors his voice when he says we need to talk.

  “Grayson, you’re scaring me.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and I can tell he is struggling to choose his words.

  “I think we need to take a break.”

  “What?” I try not yell, but I can’t help it. “You avoid me all weekend and then you show up naked in my shower unannounced just to tell me you’re breaking up with me?” I can’t breathe. I push against him, but he grabs my arms and holds me against him.

  “Please listen baby. Calm down. They’re going to be watching us. Obviously this is not what I want. I’m not breaking up with you. We just need some time apart to improve our chances for a better outcome.”

  “What happened to the connections you were talking about? What if our time apart is for nothing? What if they expel me and fire you anyway?” I didn’t want to have to make this decision unless it was contingent upon us being cleared.

  “I do have connections sweetheart and that is why I’m making this decision now to protect us both. I have ears to the ground on this. Unfortunately, this is not an ‘if, then’ situation. We need to show that we are willing to adhere to the rules from this point on to get leniency. As it stands, we are still breaking the rules because professors can’t date students in any capacity. It doesn’t matter that you’re no longer my student.” His eyes plead with mine to understand.

  “How long?” I already miss him and he isn’t even gone yet.

  “I don’t know. If things go the way I plan, you’ll be graduating in a few months and none of this will matter.” I let my head fall against him. This is what I was afraid of. “We can spend today together though. I’m going to miss you too baby, but it is necessary. Once this is all over I will take you to Paris and we will make up for lost time. I promise.” His remembrance of Paris being my dream vacation makes me smile. If I only get today with him, we will have to make the most of it.

  “I love you Grayson.” I don’t say the words to him often, but I need him to hear them in this moment. This is our test. Hopefully this is our final hurdle.

  “I love you too baby…with everything that I am.” He turns the shower on and grabs my body wash. He pours some on my shower pouf and begins to wash me. I don’t have the heart to tell him that I’ve already showered. He slowly washes my breasts. I watch in lust as his cock begins to harden. I grab it firmly in my now soapy hands and a hiss slips his lips. I stroke him and he hardens ev
en more. He abandons the pouf and picks me up in his signature move, signaling he wants my legs wrapped around his waist. He turns so that my back is against the shower wall.

  He enters me slowly, allowing me to savor every inch. This time feels different. We both realize this is our last time before our time apart. His hands grip my ass firmly before sliding to find my rosette. I tighten on instinct. It has been a while since he took me there.

  “Relax baby. Push out as I push in and tell me if I hurt you at all.” He inserts his index finger a little at a time and I push against his finger as instructed. Once he has his finger in to the knuckle, he pumps his finger in and out of me as he begins impaling me with his cock. I feel so full. The feeling is foreign, but feels so damn good. “That’s it love. Let me reclaim this ass so you have something to think about while we’re apart. This is mine. You’re mine. I need to hear it.”

  I don’t hesitate to shout my answer. “It’s yours Grayson. I’m all yours baby!” He pumps me faster from both ends and I’m gluttonous for more. Each thrust upward has me on the propensity of an explosive orgasm. He makes some circling motion with his hips, never stopping from finger fucking my ass and I bite his shoulder. I can’t hold on much longer.

  “You fucking feel incredible on my cock baby. Let go.” He thrusts one more time and I squirt everywhere. Holy fuck. I had no idea he could make me gush with his cock too.

  The sexy smirk on his face says it all. Just when I think I can’t be more impressed with his sexual skills he shows me just how much he’s been holding back. His finger slides out of me and grips my thighs with both hands. He pounds me and I feel another impending orgasm. I pull his hair and crash his mouth to mine. He groans his approval and deepens the kiss. His rhythm accelerates as he races toward his own release. I feel his warmness coat me from the inside. Our frenzied kiss slows into more of a slow dance between our tongues. For a second, we pour all of our love for each other into this kiss. He begins palming my breasts and I can feel myself getting wet again around his half-mast cock.

  He breaks our kiss to suck on my neck. I angle my head to the side to give him better access. His hands never stop their fondling of my breasts. He rolls my nipples and I whimper. “You have such beautiful tits baby. I want to fuck them.” Damn, the filth that he’s speaking only causes me to become wetter.

  “Okay.” I unwrap my legs from around his waist and he lets me down. I drop down to my knees and he arches his eyebrow in question. I grab his cock and I’m rewarded with the wicked lust in his eyes. As I massage and stroke him, his now engorged cock swells to epic proportions.

  I lick his slit and a bead of precome coats my tongue. I apply suction just the head and his hips jerk forward. He grabs my hair and begins to fuck my mouth. I open my mouth wider to accommodate his girth. “Shit Siobhan, your mouth is incredible, sweetheart. So fucking hot.” I untangle his hands from my hair so that I can take back control. I scrape my teeth along his shaft and he nearly comes undone. “Fuuuuccck!” he shouts. I place his dick between my breasts and he bends just slightly to offset the height difference. I close my breasts around his cock and hold them together with my hands. Grayson takes that as his queue and begins to slide back and forth. As he picks up the pace, I deliver some well-timed licks to the tip of his dick as it protrudes through the top of my breasts. This sets him off into a frenzy. He is titty fucking me and his growls tells me that he is close. I let go of the hold I have on my breasts and quickly take him into my mouth. I take him to the back of my throat as he fists my hair again. His come slides down my throat and I take every drop. When he’s done, I lick my lips to make sure I don’t miss a drop of my prize. He grins down at me and helps me up.

  “My little naughty vixen. I knew you had it in you. That was fucktastic baby!”

  “I learned from the best,” I tease.

  “Oh yeah? And whom would that be love?” His smile broadens and I giggle.

  “Are we fishing for a compliment?” He turns the water back on and begins to wash himself.

  “I don’t need a compliment love. I think you squirting is the only confirmation I need,” he winks. Cocky bastard. But he’s right. My body tells him everything he needs to know. He washes himself and then washes me before we get out. I’m more than sure my crepes are cold now.

  “That was just round one,” Grayson grins.

  “How many rounds will there be Mr. Sex God?” I ask, dishing it right back.

  “Oh, I don’t know love, but I do anticipate that a record shattering night is in store for us.” My sex clinches at his prediction and his perceptive ass throws his head back in laughter. “Come. Let’s get you fed first. Jordan is going to be pissed that I let her crepes get cold.”

  We dry off and he can’t resist smacking my ass while I try to pull up my cheer shorts—commando of course. I’m tempted not to put on a bra under my tank top, but my girls are too big. It only ends up looking obscene. Grayson would love it, but Jordan—not so much. I tried this once before and she told me ‘thank you for the peep show’ before laughing her ass off. Grayson walks past me, naked, into my room. At first I think he is boycotting clothes for today until I see him reach in to his overnight bag that he has on my bed.

  He pulls out a pair of Heather gray sweats and green army tee. I watch as he gets dressed in pure fascination. This shirt hugs his physique like a glove and his bare feet are sexy as hell. “One last eye fuck babe?” He’s joking, but the finality of it wipes the lust right off my face. I don’t want to think about this being our last night. He recognizes his mistake and reaches for me. “Come on baby. Let’s get something to eat. You’re going to need your strength. I plan on putting that sexy as body of yours through the paces today,” he winks.

  Jordan is sitting at the counter with coffee in one hand and flipping through the pages of Elle magazine with the other. When she sees us, she gives me the stink eye. “I knew I should’ve made lover boy wait out here until you came out. I made you strawberry crepes and you let them get cold,” she whines.

  “Sorry Jor. Can we pop them in the microwave?” She rolls her eyes in exasperation.

  “They won’t be the same. You should have saved the sex until after breakfast.”

  “Who says we were…” She interrupts me.

  “I can hear you two. So don’t even try lying to me,” she warns. Grayson snickers as he puts our crepes and sausage in the microwave. I can’t help but laugh too. We are so busted. “Well at least you’re in a better mood now,” she says sticking her tongue out at me.

  “Adjuster,” Grayson coughs out intelligibly. Jordan looks at him confused, but I get it. Smart ass. After we finish breakfast, I don’t think I can move. Jordan had already eaten while everything was still hot so she told me she was off to hang out with the girls at Bailey’s place. At least she won’t be subject to our last-hurrah-fuckfest. After we eat, I lay on the sofa while Grayson cleans the kitchen. I love that having money doesn’t prevent him from being domesticated. He cooks and cleans for me. He’s a keeper. I’m trying to stay in the moment and not think about our impending separation, but it’s hard. Grayson walks over to me and lifts my head before taking a seat. He places my head back on him and then uses the remote to turn on the television until he finds a recap of last night’s basketball game.

  “What are you doing mister? Basketball is not part of our fuckfest.”

  “Fuckfest, huh?” He chuckles at my forwardness and shakes his head. Okay my mouth was running faster than my brain, but we don’t have time for me to be shy. I want to devour this man and watching T.V. is not on the agenda. “Tell me what you want love.” He is looking down at me, daring me to continue my boldness.

  “I want you. I want you to fuck me, possess me, and love me. I want you.” He stares at me for a second before getting up.

  “Then that is exactly what you’re going to get.” He clicks the T.V. off and leads me toward the bedroom.

  Grayson connects his phone to my Bluetooth speakers and selects a pla
ylist. I watch as he walks over to my chair in the corner. He sits and props his feet up on the ottoman. He crooks his finger, summoning me to him. He pushes play on his phone and Madonna’s “Justify My Love” fills the room. His eyes are ravenous as they roam my body.

  “Strip,” he commands. “Slowly.” My tank and shorts are far from sexy, but I will give him all the confidence I can muster. I look him the eyes as I hook my thumbs in my shorts and ease them down. He frees his cock from the confines of his sweat pants and I gasp. Moisture pools between my folds as I watch him stroke himself. I kick my shorts off once they reach my ankles. I go to him and straddle his thighs just so I can have some of that manliness underneath me. I remove my tank and nothing remains, but my bra. He unsnaps the front and watch as my breast fall heavily. My nipples pebble from his attention. He pulls me forward and takes a nipple into his mouth. I lift my hips, ready for him to take me. He doesn’t make me wait. He enters me and then captures my lips in a kiss so deep and passionate. He uses his hands to set our pace as he grinds me on his dick.

  “Ahh, Grayson.”

  “That’s right love. Feel me. This is me giving myself to you. I belong to you. You own me baby.” The slow lovemaking throws me off kilter. I think I just fell a little deeper. We spend the rest of day and night memorizing each other’s bodies—alternating between fucking and making love until it’s time to say our good-byes.

  I attend my two of my classes and try to keep my head down. The whispers and finger pointing were easy to ignore. It made me aware that the students now knew whom the girl in question was who was sleeping with the professor. No, it’s the muffled name calling that really gets to me. The whole student body see me as some skank who whored herself for a good grade. They’re not privy to the love that we share. From their perspective our involvement is dirty and wrong. Tears sting behind my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I will not let these strangers make me crumble. I quicken my pace to the cafeteria. Maybe I can find a quiet corner to grab lunch before my next class. Behind me, I hear my name being called. I turn and see Jordan running in her stilettos trying to catch up with me. The sight would be funny if I could bring myself to smile.

 

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