Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1

by Harley, Lisa M.

  I’m not even drunk as I never managed to order my drink, but I find I like being out in the open, touching and rubbing against my guy. Because, he is my guy. Smiling, I leave his button fastened to keep his pants up, but I unzip him and hear him growl as I put my hand inside the opening to stroke his naked cock. No underwear.

  I’m really going to do this. Taking a firm hold around him, I feel him quiver and then hiss through his teeth when I bring him out of his pants and start rubbing my finger around the head of his cock. I toy with the wet slit, sliding his sticky pre-cum into it.

  “Bianca,” he whispers, pushing back and forth in my hand.

  “Inside me.”

  Mason keeps our lower half together, but moves his chest away from mine to meet my eyes. Whatever he sees, he likes because the hem of my dress slips up and his fingers start sliding through my wet heat before dipping inside me. He freezes when he feels just how wet I am before pulling his fingers out from between my thighs. With his gaze burning into mine, he sucks his fingers into his mouth.

  My heart feels ready to beat out of my chest and my whole body is ready to ignite. Mason knocks my hand away from his dick, and takes hold, moving his hand back and forth as we both watch the tip leaking. He drags one of my legs over his hip and, before I can take a breath, he’s inside me and my legs back down with one of his still between mine.

  He’s so big inside me—hard and throbbing. I can feel every inch of him as my pussy tightens around him, trying to suck him further inside. His hands tighten on my bottom, holding me to him, before he starts moving to the beat of the music again, and I swear to God, my eyes roll back in pleasure. It’s like nothing I’ve experienced before as we stay locked against each other. If he starts pounding inside me then it will be obvious as to what we’re doing so we just continue to move to the music, his hands squeezing my butt. As the music drums inside me like his cock, he pulls me tighter, taking a firmer hold of me, and his movements become a steady grind, perfectly timed to the music. Both beat within me—erotic and pulling me closer to orgasm. My head drops to his shirt as I scream into his chest while my orgasm rips through me, my pussy sucking his cock deeper. My channel flutters around him. He’s obviously unable to hold back any longer because he slams in and out of me three times before he pounds into me one final time and drops his face into my neck as I feel his cock jerking and coating my walls in his release.

  That was hot. And I mean hot.

  Mason lifts his head and meets my eyes before feathering kisses around my lips. “I’m desperate to taste you, but he’ll know, and you’re not ready for that tonight.”

  Pushing away from me, I groan as his cock creates a delicious friction on its way out of my body. I look down and can just make out our release glistening along his length, which is still hard.

  He smirks as he quickly pulls my dress down and shoves his junk away.

  “I want to spend time with you tomorrow?”

  I start to shake my head.

  “Please, Bianca. Just us. I’ll drive for a couple of hours so no one will see us.”

  How the hell can I refuse him? Tonight I’m going to tell Tim, because I’m not going to be able to let him touch me now. Mason’s claimed me. No matter what happens in the future, I’m his.

  “Alright. Meet me behind Walmart at nine in the morning.”

  Chapter Six

  Mason

  Driving up the coast to my favorite place, I can’t stop thinking about the woman sitting beside me. I want her. I can’t stop wanting her. Last night in the club had blown my mind. Regardless of what you might think I’ve never done that before. In fact, I’ve never had sex in public before last night. My girl is hot and listening to her make those little noises she makes when she’s about to come, drives me over the top with hunger.

  This morning though there’s something bothering her. She was happy to see me, there’s no mistaking that after the way she kissed me in greeting, but there’s something dark that is taking the light out of her eyes. I don’t care what happens, by the end of the day I’m going to find out what it is because I want her completely happy.

  “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” She breaks my musing with her question and her hand, which is sliding slowly up my thigh.

  I grin. “You might want to watch where you put that hand.”

  My heart thuds in my chest when she starts rubbing me through my jeans, waking my dick up. The minute she touches me the fire starts low in my belly, travelling toward my balls. Around Bianca I always seem to have trouble controlling my response and…fuck! “Stop…Oh, God, you’re going to make me crash.”

  She’s shoved her hand down the front of my jeans to straighten me out, which does ease the discomfort, but having her hand on my naked flesh is causing another kind of discomfort.

  “No one’s ever responded to me the way you do,” she says so quietly, I barely hear her. “It’s so hot watching you go crazy for me. I didn’t think I was that desirable.”

  Is she fucking crazy? I’m not that far off embarrassing myself and she thinks she isn’t desirable.

  “Bianca. Don’t ever tell me you don’t think you’re desirable. God, you are so damn beautiful all I have to do is look at you and my need to touch you is unbearable. I’ve lost count the amount of times since I first saw you that I’ve beaten off imagining being inside you, not just your pussy, but your mouth, or having you spread open as I eat you out.”

  Grrr. All this talk is making me throb.

  “I want you, Mason.”

  My dick does a leap for joy as my whole body tightens trying to hold back my excitement. “I want us to spend today together without getting naked. Today I want something more,” I tell her while clutching the steering wheel for dear life.

  “I want that too, but, well, isn’t that uncomfortable?”

  She’s going to kill me.

  “Yeah. I’ll survive,” I say, slipping my hand in my jeans to sort my junk out so I’m not tempted to let her finish me off, which is what her eyes are saying she wants to do.

  Briefly, taking my eyes from the road, I glance at her and see the smirk she’s unable to hide. “You enjoy tempting me?” I ask, looking back to the road.

  “Yes. When I’m with you, I’m carefree. I don’t have to worry about anything because you make me feel safe and happy. Which, considering I’m your teacher, is a bit weird. For year’s, I’ve always done what others expected me to do, but you…you don’t demand anything from me, other than for us to spend time together.” She sighs getting comfortable. “First my parents always expected me to get straight A’s and heaven help me if I didn’t. Then before I knew it I was at college and with Tim. I spent my childhood agreeing to my parents and then I found myself agreeing to whatever Tim suggested to keep the peace.” She hesitates and glances at me.

  I don’t like knowing she’s with someone else when I want her all to myself.

  “We kind of fell into a relationship and ended up here together. I can’t be sorry about following him here, because then I wouldn’t have met you, but a huge part of me knows whatever we had at college was over with when we graduated. I told Tim last night that I’m moving out.”

  “What…” I pullover onto the shoulder of the road so I can look at her, and ask, “You really told him? What did you tell him?”

  She smiles as I entwine my fingers with hers. “I told him that we were stupid staying in a relationship that should have ended. He was angry at first and then started to settle down and agreed, but he said he would be the one to leave as he had a friend from work he could move in with. I didn’t ask whether the friend was male or female, not because I didn’t want to know, but because I really wasn’t bothered.”

  I have her. She’s mine now. I know that sounds possessive, but the fact is, I knew she’d be mine from the first time I saw her. At least now I can stop worrying about someone else touching her.

  Kissing her hand, I say one word, “Good.”

  She still
doesn’t look as happy as she should as though there’s something else bothering her. So while we’re still sitting at the side of the road, I ask, “Tell me?” Her eyes briefly, widen. “There’s something else. I can see it in your eyes.”

  “He’s moving out today while I’m out, but, well… What does this mean? You, me?” She covers my mouth with her hand when I go to interrupt her. “I don’t want you moving in with me because that would cause problems and we have only spent today together, but, I mean are we really doing this?”

  I don’t like the not moving in part, but she’s right about today being our first day together, even though we had sex not once, but twice yesterday. “Bianca, I’m not using you to scratch an itch or whatever the hell you think I’m doing. I want you. We’ve already established I can’t get enough of your body, but I want to be with you as a person. Like hanging out today and just being in each other’s company. We’ll take one step at a time, okay? But one thing I want you to remember is that I’m not using you for sex. You mean more to me than that.”

  When she smiles her whole face lights up and until this moment I hadn’t realized just how worried I was. Relief floods through me and I return her grin, although I think mine might be larger. “Let’s go. We’re not too far away now.”

  “You still haven’t told me where we’re going?”

  Keeping her hand in mine, I rest them against my thigh and chuckle at her. “We’re going to a small town on the water and we’re going to eat lobster and ice cream.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  “Just sit back and relax.”

  Chapter Seven

  Bianca

  Today is turning out to be the most romantic day of my life. Never in the few years that I was with Tim did we just spend the day walking around, holding hands and just having fun.

  Mason and I are doing all of that. The small Victorian streets are perfect for the lazy walk and the ice cream slowly dipping down the cones make the scene even sweeter. Mason’s strong arm is wrapped around my waist and I settle into him, giving him the occasional taste of my ice cream as he returns the favor.

  I love the feel of him against me. Considering his age, his body is well defined and because of how he fills out his jeans and shirt, he looks older than he is.

  Shaking my head, I let him finish the last of the ice cream cones and slip my hand into his back pocket as we come to a stop outside an antique store.

  “This is a bad idea,” he says nervously, trying to get me moving again.

  Pulling away from him, I stand my ground. “Explain.”

  He looks really nervous standing in front of me with his hands running through his hair, making it messier than before. “My family owns this store.” He points to the antique one that I’m still standing in front of. “Actually, my mom does. And she’s around today. I wanted to bring you here because we used to live here and I love spending time around the streets and the beach. I grew up in this store and I wanted you to see where I came from.” He walks back to me and cups my face in his hands. “I thought it would be easy walking into the store with you beside me to meet my mom.” He blushes. “This is our first day together and it suddenly hit me that I’m jumping the gun and it’s not right to expect you to meet her so soon.” He blushes.

  God, he’s so damn sweet and I’m trying my hardest not to tease him about bringing me to meet his mom, but, honestly, I’m excited that he would think of that.

  “Let’s go inside.”

  I’ve surprised him. His hands freeze mid-caress on my face.

  “We can’t say where I work, but we’re here and I’m curious.” I grin at him. Leaning in, I place my mouth on his, licking along his lips with the tip of my tongue until he groans and lets me in. Taking control of our kiss, his arms go around me pulling me in real tight against him. He tastes of chocolate ice cream and man. As our tongues slide against each other, I wrap my arms around his neck…and hear someone cough behind us.

  Mason breaks the kiss, but keeps his arms loosely around me.

  “I think our Mason finally has a girlfriend…ouch.”

  Turning, I discover a slightly older version of Mason standing beside who I presume to be his Mom. “Stop teasing your brother,” she reprimands.

  Mason chuckles and taking my hand leads me over to them. “Mom, I’d like you to meet Bianca.”

  “It’s a pleasure to finally meet Mason’s girl.” She pulls me in for a hug and nearly squeezes the life out of me, but thank goodness for Mason who pulls me free.

  “Bianca, this is obviously my mom, Rosemary, and this dickhead is my older brother, Linc.”

  “Do I get a hug as well,” Linc asks holding his arms out to me with a huge grin on his face. No doubt to piss his brother off.

  “Like hell.” Mason pulls me back into his arms. “Get your own girl.”

  Linc’s eyes widen in surprise when he realizes his brother is serious.

  I can feel the tension running through Mason as his muscles tighten. Is this what usually happens between them when there’s a girl around? I don’t like this at all.

  “Mason,” I whisper into his neck. “What’s going on?”

  With my whispered words against him, he seems to come back to me and turning his head, he briefly kisses my lips. Too briefly. I’m addicted to his taste and although I’m thrilled to be introduced to his mom, I also want him for myself.

  “Linc’s going out, so come on inside and have some lemonade. I made a fresh jug this morning,” Rosemary says, obviously feeling the tension between brothers.

  “Yeah, I’m gone.” Linc winks at me before turning and walking off in the opposite direction.

  Rosemary walks inside and holds the door for us.

  “Give us a minute, Mom.”

  As the door closes, Mason cups my face again. “I’ve never brought a girl home before. In the past when I’ve been with someone and we cross paths with Linc, he’s always tried to sweet talk her and sometimes they left me to go with him.” He laughs. “The thing is it never really bothered me until now…with you.” He kisses my lips. “Let’s go inside… Oh, you like cats?”

  Opening the door, I walk into the shop and answer him, “I love them. Why?”

  Meow! Meow!

  Um, that’s why. Before Mason can even answer me, four, very large cats rush us. Wrapping around my legs, they continue to purr and meow, obviously looking for attention. “I see they’re friendly, but are they okay to be picked up?” I ask as a huge white, fluffy cat rubs around my ankles.

  “Go for it.”

  That’s all I needed to hear. Bending down, I grab hold of the large cat and end up holding it in my arms like you would a baby. I start to stroke its belly with my other hand and the purring noise it makes is unreal, which makes me giggle. Mason comes to stand behind me, sliding his hands around my waist with his chin resting against my shoulder.

  “He likes you,” he whispers into my ear, sending a shudder through my body.

  “Mason. Leave the poor girl alone for five minutes.”

  He groans against my neck and gives me a slight push toward the back room, which, when I realize as I walk in, is set out as a small coffee shop.

  There are sofas, spread out with small coffee tables in front of them. Magazines are fanned out in the middle of each table. Off to one side there is a large table set up with an assortment of cookies and cakes along with a large coffee machine.

  “Bianca, please sit down. Snowflake can get heavy after awhile.” Rosemary tries to usher me onto the sofa opposite Mason, but I walk around the table to sit beside him. I want to be close to him. As soon as my bottom hits the chair though he pulls me back into his arms. I’m so damn comfortable right now that I don’t want to move.

  “Here you go.” Rosemary places two large glasses of lemonade on the table in front of us before dropping onto the sofa opposite with a delightful smile on her face. “Bianca, what a lovely name for a beautiful young woman.”

  Mason groans so I elbow hi
m in the stomach.

  “Now Mason, I hope you’re being nice to your girl. This is the first one I’ve met and I like her.”

  “Mom,” he kisses my hair, “I agree she’s beautiful, but I’m the only one allowed to tell her that, otherwise it will go to her head.”

  “Hey.” I try to wiggle away, but his hand tightens around my waist.

  “Ignore him, and tell me how you both met.” Sitting back in the cushions, she gets comfortable and waits for a reply that is stuck in my throat.

  “We met—”

  “Let Bianca tell me,” Rosemary interrupts Mason.

  A trill of fear runs through me at her question. I pick up the lemonade and take a deep swallow, hoping to hide the awkwardness that I feel. I’m sure as hell not telling her the truth, but what can I tell her because I really don’t want to lie to her.

  Then I remember and tell her, “The gym. I’d just finished my kickboxing lesson when Mason walked into the room and, because I wasn’t looking where I was going, we collided.” Well, the gym part was kind of true. I’d seen him there a few times, but I always left before he could see me.

  “Gym,” he whispers, nibbling my ear.

  “So you like to keep fit—”

  “Rosemary?”

  “Oh, excuse me. I promised Sarah I’d show her the new stock I have upstairs,” she says over her shoulder as she’s already heading toward the front of her shop.

  “Hmm. I wonder what we can do to stay occupied,” Mason purrs before he starts whispering wicked things into my ear. I blush at the words, but it’s the heat between my legs that I’m most aware of as his hand around my waist slips to my hip and he starts to pull my dress up my legs. He doesn’t get very far considering I still have ‘snowflake’ on my lap.

  Chapter Eight

  Mason

  Hearing my mom heading upstairs, I whisper, “I want to see you, Bianca. I thought I could be with you all day without touching you, but I can’t.” I slip out from where she’s snuggled against me on the sofa and go down to my knees. My dick starts to harden with thoughts of what I’m going to do to her.