A Forbidden Tryst (A Taboo Tale #1)

by Violet Williams

  An aftershock rippled over him as he caressed her face. His baby didn't wanna miss a single drop.

  He brought Jess to her feet and kissed her deep. He wanted her to taste how much he needed her. He wanted her to know that when he was with her, nothing else mattered.

  "God," he said, his voice unsteady. "You're amazing."

  Jess flashed a smile that made his heart flutter in his chest. "Not as amazing as-"

  Something flashed across her face and with surprising strength, she shoved past him, reaching for his wastebasket.

  Davis watched in horror as vomit spewed from her mouth. Jess's back shuddered and spasmed as she clutched the side of the basket, emptying the entire contents of her stomach.

  When she was finished, she wiped a hand over her mouth. "I'm so sorry, Davis. I think I've got some sort of bug."

  "Don't apologize," Davis said, buckling his pants. "I'll get someone in to clean this up then we'll go over to Dr. Whittaker's."

  Davis punched a button on his phone. "Can I get maintenance in my office a.s.a.p.? And clear my schedule for the rest of the day."

  Chapter Ten

  Consequences

  Jess sat in front of Creighton Falls, the student housing complex where Clay lived. Her mind was going a million miles a minute, but the question at the forefront was what the hell was she doing here?

  She'd told Davis that she had a big paper and had to camp out in the library. His eyes had gone wide at the possibility of 'stacks nookie', but she'd shot him down, telling him that the doctor insisted she take it easy.

  She counted the small blessing that Davis hadn't raised her. First off, it would be sickeningly disturbing if she was getting it on with a guy that changed her diapers, taught her to ride a bike etcetera. The second was the fact that even at 18, her mother insisted upon going back with her to the exam room. Luckily, Davis had given her privacy and barely even asked what went on.

  Not that she would have told him. She wanted to extricate the knowledge from her own head. It was impossible. It changed everything.

  And it led her to this rundown complex where she made sure she hit her lock and cast wary glances around her as she pushed up the stairwell. It led her to a guy that was hardly best boyfriend of the year material, and quite possibly mentally instable.

  She only had to knock once before Clay ripped the door open.

  The look of guilt and embarrassment on his harried face made Jess soften. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

  She gave an awkward wave. "H-hi." She let out a gasp of surprise as Clay wrapped her in an uncomfortable bear hug. He stunk of weed and Corona.

  "Oh baby," Clay breathed into her hair. "I don't know what came over me. I'm so sorry."

  Jess extricated herself and maneuvered through his dirty apartment. Boxers, textbooks, and empty wine cooler bottles were splayed about, creating a collegiate minefield. She found a small spot on the couch that was untouched and lowered herself.

  "I'd uh, rather we just forget it ever happened," Jess said, forcing a smile.

  Clay nodded like some overeager, oversized puppy. "Okay. That's fine."

  With a scoop of his muscular arm, he cleared off a spot beside her. He flipped his Creighton ball cap and licked his lips.

  "So, how are classes?"

  Jess shrugged. "They're alright I guess."

  "I know what you mean," Clay sighed, leaning back. "I can't fucking wait for fall break."

  "Yep," Jess said shortly, fingering her dress.

  "And how are things otherwise?" Clay asked. "With you and your dad?"

  "STEPdad," Jess corrected, avoiding his eyes. "They're fine."

  "Cool," Clay said slowly. "That's good." He pulled off his cap and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I'm really glad you texted me Jess. I'm glad you're giving me a second chance."

  "Uh huh," Jess said absentmindedly, picking at a nail. The last thing she wanted was a second chance with Clay, but there was another thing he offered. Distraction...and a thick cock.

  Cutting through the bullshit, Jess reached over and started unbuckling Clay's jeans.

  "Whoa," Clay laughed. "What are you doing?"

  She didn't even bother looking up. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

  Clay cleared his throat. "I don't want you to think I'm not down, but maybe we should talk a little. I don't want you to think-"

  "Do you wanna talk and think?" Jess cut in as she unzipped his pants then shimmied out of her skirt. "Or do you wanna fuck?"

  Clay said no more as he leaned back, letting Jess take the wheel.

  She took his hard cock in her mouth, shoving it down her throat until she saw stars. She knew she was making inhuman sounds as she moved her mouth up and down his erect shaft, but she didn't care. She didn't want to feel anything.

  Once his cock was so hard that she could see the veins pumping his red hot desire, she climbed on top of him.

  She let out a gasp of pain as his cock ripped inside her. It was like the seams broke and a puff of dust streamed out.

  Clay looked at her, concern coloring his dark eyes. "You're, uh, not very wet.” He started to pull out. "I can go grab some lube."

  Jess slammed him back down, her fingers digging into his shoulder. "No. Just fuck me, Clay. Fuck me hard."

  His cock was still solid as a rock, but she could feel his discomfort. She wasn’t having the time of her life herself. Inside she was sobbing. Inside, she was dying.

  But she just silenced it all and just kept riding his cock, willing her pussy to listen, to lubricate. She'd make it happen...whether it was pre-cum or blood didn't matter to her.

  After a moment, she could feel her body adjusting and doing what it was made for as she arched her back and closed her eyes. She let it all fade away and lived in this instant. His cock was so hot in her tight pussy. It felt so good inside.

  His moans became labored and she knew he was close. It was too soon. She needed more time!

  "Don't come yet, baby," she begged, slowing her hips to methodical, teasing motions. "I need more. I have to have more."

  Clay shook his head as he winced. "I can't hold it. I'm coming, Jessie. I'm coming right now."

  As his cum filled her pussy, Jess felt the anchor pulling her back down. Away from the euphoria. Back to reality.

  "Sorry," Clay said peevishly. "Maybe if you could give me a few minutes-”

  "Don't bother," Jess said icily, pulling off him. She froze when she saw the circle of blood between Clay's leg, and a trail of red pooled near her groin.

  Clay lurched to his feet. "Jesus Christ, Jessica! You bled all over my couch."

  Jess swiped the blood with her fingers, entranced by the sight of it. "I guess my period started."

  "Are you fucking kidding me?" Clay erupted, his fists balling. Zero to sixty in no time flat.

  Jess squealed as one of his fists collided with her jaw. She staggered back into his island and let out a screech as she fell to the floor. She rolled into the fetal position. "Please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me." She repeated it like a mantra, hoping he understood on some level. She felt her heart rate normalize as Clay let out a sigh of disgust.

  "Just get the hell out," he growled. "Now."

  Jess grabbed her skirt and booked it to the door, bracing herself on the stairwell rail after Clay slammed the door behind her.

  With shaky hands, Jess began pulling her skirt on. When she stood up, an intense pain rippled through her groin. It reminded her of the cramps she got when it was her time of the month, but focused on her lower back. She gripped the rail to steady herself as another wave of agony washed over her.

  Her first thought was to call Clay. If he saw something was wrong, he'd help, right? But a bitter sting where he'd hit her joined the chorus and she started down the stairs. She could be dying and she refused to ever ask him for a damn thing again.

  She moved slowly, her appointment and the cause of her nausea screaming in her head. She shook her head and kept moving, pushing th
rough the searing torment, finally making it to the first floor.

  Cringing through the discomfort, she drew the eye of two girls checking their mail. The first nudged her companion who turned to look at Jess.

  "Are you okay?" the first asked, taking a cautionary step forward.

  The second's eyes went wide. "Oh my god!" she gasped. "Look at the front of her dress, Maddy!"

  Jess decided she might as well too. An expanding circle of red stained the front of her skirt.

  "Davis loves this skirt," Jess winced through the pain, taking a step forward. Suddenly, it felt like she was weightless, walking on air. She realized after a moment that the girl, the one named Maddy, had moved to her side and was steadying her.

  "Call 911!" Maddy shrieked.

  "M-miscarriage," Jess slurred, her eyelids drooping. "I'm having a miscarriage."

  Chapter Eleven

  Reality

  Davis was so close. His hand shook as he moved up and down his throbbing member, remembering how he fucked Jess. He'd just bent her over and taken her, screwed her juicy pussy with his eighty year old temp secretary right outside his door.

  His grip tightened as he pushed to the edge. Her cunt was so sweet and untarnished. He wanted it to be his. Only his.

  And then the phone rang.

  Davis let out a groan and swiped the phone. The number was one he hadn't seen in months. And like then, it struck fear at his very core.

  He pulled his cell to his ear. "Hello?"

  His face fell. No. This couldn't be happening again. He wanted to throw the phone across the room and shatter it into a million pieces. He couldn't bear to hear those words again. "Y-yes. Jessica Lenore Capshaw. I'm her stepfather." He let out a whoosh of air when he realized that he wouldn't have to pull out his black suit. "I'm coming. I'm coming right now."

  He pulled up his briefs and then his pants, swiping his cell and keys as he breezed out the front door.

  It was Creighton Memorial...Jess had some sort of accident and was at the ER.

  He tried to remain calm as he weaved in and out of traffic. He didn't want to think about what his life would be like if he lost Jess too. That life wouldn't be worth living.

  He slammed the wheel as he hit a light. He had to get there. Even though the nurse claimed she was stable, a part of him feared that some higher power would intervene and rip Jess away before he could talk to her.

  He wanted to tell her that while their sex was the best he'd had and when he was inside her, it was the closest to heaven he'd been, she meant so much more to him than a good lay. He wanted to tell her that he pressed her about school because she had so much potential. He wanted to tell her that she made him excited for the future--for a future where they might become more than a forbidden tryst. Together, he'd tell her, they might start over and create something new.

  His Lexus careened into the ER parking lot and with sharp, decisive moves, he parked and pushed out of the car. 5am runs before work paid off--he made it to the reception desk in less than five seconds without even breathing.

  "Jessica Capshaw," he barked at a bleary eyed nurse. "I'm her fa-stepfather. Where is she?"

  Everything was a blur as he moved through the double doors.

  E86, he thought to himself, scanning the mass produced cubicles. E86.

  When he arrived at the right curtain, he threw it back...and his heart stopped.

  The first thing he saw was her eyes. Her beautiful, round blue eyes. In the yellow light of the hospital, they looked more washed out and gray. They were swollen and red from crying, dozens of balls of tissue peppering her blanket.

  Next, he saw a purpling bruise on her caramel cheek. He breezed to her side and brushed her cheek. "Oh, Jessica. What happened?"

  She turned her face away. "You shouldn't have come. I'm fine."

  "Don't be silly," Davis said, pulling a chair to her side. "I'm your emergency contact. And I care about you."

  "Right," she said sarcastically. "That's why your dick spends more time in my pussy than anything else?"

  Davis glanced around, like he was worried her voice would carry and some morality police would arrest him for what he'd done.

  He leaned in, his voice lowered. "I've just been caught up in all of this, Jess. It's fresh and new-"

  "And once you get bored or I get old, you'll trade me in for a younger model?"

  His mouth fell open like she slapped him across the face. "Where is this coming from? A few hours ago we were fine. You were going to the library. Everything was fine."

  Jess let out a snort, finally turning back to Davis. "Yeah. I was going to the library and the first thing out of your mouth was 'you wanna fuck in the stacks?'"

  Davis' face was warm with shame. She spoke the truth. Hell, he'd gone home and jerked off, thinking about bending her over a book cart.

  He reached out and grasped her hand. "I know my actions say otherwise, but it's really important to me that you know that you're more than just a piece of ass."

  The look of pure disdain on Jess' face made his words catch in his throat.

  "What AM I to you?" Jess asked with a snarl. "I'm eighteen, Davis. You're forty-one. You've lived. I haven't."

  Davis furrowed his brow. "What are you saying? I WANT you to live. I just want an opportunity to be a part of your life."

  Jess let out a bitter chuckle that made Davis' blood run cold. He'd worried that his revelation wouldn't go over well, but this was something else. He could feel it.

  "What aren't you telling me, Jess?" Davis asked firmly.

  "What do you care?" she said savagely. A familiar look spread across her face, but it was laced with poison. "I know what you want." She flipped back her covers and started to undo her gown.

  Davis lurched forward. "What the hell, Jess!" He tied her strings back, shaking his head. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."

  She jutted out her lip, but whatever she was keeping hidden overwhelmed her and she started sobbing.

  Davis scooped her in his arms, the feel of her strong body now frail and broken eliciting some tears of his own. "Please tell me what's wrong."

  "It was supposed to just be fun," she said through hiccups. "Then I started falling for you."

  Davis swiped his face as his heart skipped a beat. "Really, baby? I'm falling for you too and-"

  She pulled away, wiping her eyes with a snotty tissue. "Don't, Davis. Please don't make this any harder." She sniffed, then glanced down at the bed, fumbling with her blanket. "You really want to know?"

  "Yes," Davis said adamantly. "I want to know."

  Jess's sharp intake of air sucked all the oxygen from the room as Davis prepared himself for what came next. If he would have known what words were due to fall from her lips, he would have amended his sentence. He wouldn't have wanted to know. Reality changed everything.

  "I almost had a miscarriage tonight," Jess said finally, her big, blue eyes boring into his. "You got me pregnant."

  About the Author

  Violet Williams is an erotica writer living in Greater Sacramento, saving the world via taboo tales…one e-reader at a time.

  Connect with her online at http://violetwilliamserotica.wordpress.com.

  ~Available Works by Violet Williams~

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  Coming Soon: A Family Fornication (A Taboo Tale, #3)

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