Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1

by Harley, Lisa M.

  Hands grab me from behind, and pulling me off the bastard, they replace his blows with their own.

  I go down.

  Chapter Eleven

  Bianca

  It’s been a week since my encounter with Mason, and since then I haven’t seen him. He hasn’t been in school and when I enquired about his whereabouts his best friend had closed me down.

  I can’t help but be concerned about him. We’ve shared more than our bodies and no one can tell me otherwise. He doesn’t look like the kind of guy to fuck and hide. Fuck and run, yes, but not hide. So something is wrong and I intend to find out just what before the school day is over with.

  As I watch the students arrive through the window, I let my thoughts drift back to us being in the stockroom after the best sex of my life.

  Mason hadn’t been able to take his hands from me, or his lips, and if it hadn’t been for the bell to mark the end of the school day, I’d have opened his jeans and pulled him out to pleasure me again. His cock had been hard as steel and seeing him coated with our joint release had made my legs go weak, or rather weaker than they already were after the strongest orgasm.

  Hearing a throat being cleared behind me, I come quickly back to my senses and realize two things. One, my panties are wet and two, Mason is standing in the doorway to my office, looking all rumpled and sexy with bruising on his face.

  What the hell!

  “Oh my, God. What happened?” I ask, dashing around my desk.

  “It’s nothing.” He won’t meet my eyes, but he moves further into my office, away from the open door and prying eyes.

  Without thought, I reach out and caress his face. “Mason, this isn’t nothing. I’ve been really worried about you… I thought maybe, well, you regretted what happened between us.”

  Mason reaches out and holds my hand against his face. “It’s why I’ve not been in. I didn’t want you to see me with how it was. It’s a lot better now, but…”

  I don’t let him finish. Placing small kisses along his lips and jaw, I stop on his bruised, swollen cheek. “I wish you’d told me. Come to me. I’d have taken care of you. Who did this to you? Please tell me.”

  “I’ll tell you later. Not here.” He sighs, placing his hands on my hips, slowly slipping them around onto my bottom and pulling me in against his body.

  My arms wrap around his neck as I let out a sigh of pleasure. “I’ve missed you,” I whisper. “I shouldn’t and I don’t know what the hell is going on between us…”

  “I missed you, too. That’s why I’m here today. I was going to wait until next week to come back, but I had to see you.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m sorry you thought I regretted being with you. I didn’t have any way of getting in touch and I sure as hell wasn’t asking David to pass on a message. The whole school would have known.”

  Hearing his words, my heart does a little jump for joy. Stupid! How can I let him affect me the way he’s doing? And what do I do about Tim? He hasn’t left me alone this past week. Every time I turn around, he’s there. At the local grocery, the pharmacy, the gym and yesterday outside of the school. He’s starting to creep me out. I shudder in disgust, but end up shuddering in pleasure when Mason brings me back to the present by rubbing his hardened cock against my belly.

  I can smell him. Not just his cologne, but him. All sexy six feet of him. Tim and his stalking temporarily forgotten, I push against Mason and let out a whimper. I’ve not only missed his touch this week, but I’ve missed his smile, his voice.

  “Bianca,” he groans. “Take your panties off.”

  I pause, feeling my dress start to slide up my thighs, I realize Mason isn’t waiting for me to do his bidding; he’s doing it for himself.

  With my dress around my waist, he slides his hands inside my panties and slips them down my legs. “Step out.” I do, without a care or thought as to where we are.

  He straightens, sniffs my panties and shoves them into his pocket and winces when he bumps against his dick with his hand. “I want you to teach the next class with me in it, minus your panties,” he whispers against my ear. “By the time the class is finished, I want you so wet and throbbing that you can’t wait to get my cock inside you.” He lifts the front of my dress and strokes against my hip. “All through the class, I’ll be sitting in my chair imagining you walking around with no clothes on, apart from that sexy bra you had on the other week, and thigh highs.” He slides a finger through my soaking pussy and dips inside my channel. A shudder wracks my body as he nibbles my ear. “I’ll imagine bending you over your desk and fucking you with my hard as fuck dick until we both come so fucking hard neither of us can walk.” He withdraws his fingers and smooth’s my dress back down my legs.

  Stepping away from me, he sucks his fingers into his mouth before rearranging his dick. Making sure his shirt is covering his arousal, he then walks out of my office to take his seat in the classroom while I’m left standing without panties and about to teach a class. This is so unprofessional. How the hell can I go out there with no panties on?” Who will know? The answer to that is there is only one person who will know and that will be the person who better keep his promise to fuck me.

  It’s official. I’m loosing my mind. There is five years between us and he’s my student. No matter how many times I go over and over this in my head, I always end up wanting him and doing whatever he tells me too, which includes not wearing any panties to teach the class.

  Feeling naughty, I grab a pencil from my desk and use it to pin my hair on top of my head and then I freshen my make-up, especially my red cherry popper lip gloss. With a quick glance into my small mirror, I grin at myself knowing I look hot. We’ll see how long he lasts before he has to disappear to the restroom.

  He makes me so damn wet. Just the thought of what he has planned for me is making me burn for him.

  Picking up todays notes from the corner of my desk along with a pen, I walk out into the classroom and looking straight at him. I arch an eyebrow in response to his wide-eyed, open-mouthed stare.

  Take that!

  He wants me to tease him, well tease him I will.

  “Morning class.” I slide the pen into my mouth and let it pop out, knowing he’s going to be fidgeting in his seat. I let my gaze wander over the class while I nibble on the end of the pen and watch as Mason narrows his eyes. I grin and feel tingles between my legs. My arousal is slipping down my thighs. “Okay, guys. Today’s lesson is going to be about fleshing out the project work that you have coming up. So who wants to go first?”

  I wait patiently while they’re looking at each other, hoping someone else is going to volunteer before they get volunteered by me. Hmm. And Jessica puts her hand up. I’ve watched her since I started here and she either has a past with Mason, or wants a future. We need to keep an eye on her because I don’t think she misses much.

  “Jessica, it looks like you’re letting them off the hook. What topic would you like to cover? And please remember this is a history class.”

  While she looks to be thinking about what to say, I move to sit down behind my desk. My legs feel rubbery and the heat flowing out of my pussy is starting to drive me insane.

  “I want to write my paper on the history of men having sex with older women,” she smirks, staring directly at me. She knows.

  Chapter Twelve

  Mason

  Bianca handled that bitch Jessica, who now has a completely different project. If she thinks I’m going to sit back and let her do shit like that in class, then she’s in for a surprise. I figure by mentioning the older woman that she knows about Bianca and me. How, I’ve no idea because we’ve been careful, and hell, we haven’t seen each other for a week.

  How the fuck does she know something’s going on between us? I know she’s a jealous bitch and has wanted to get me out of my jeans again for a while now, but it’s so not going to happen. And this, whatever she’s doing, is going to stop.

  Ever since Jessica opened her mouth Bianca has withdrawn. She
has me worried and doubting her commitment to me. Instead of being an arrogant ass, which is something I’m accused of on a regular basis, I’m not going to walk away before she hurts me. She’s worth fighting for and I’m not prepared to give up.

  Watching the clock tick around for the bell to go is killing me. I need to talk to her. To reassure her that I’m in this relationship totally, and I guess I need her to reassure me that she isn’t going to push me away. She’s my girl and she isn’t going anywhere unless it’s with me.

  And there it is—the piercing sound of the bell.

  Everyone shoves their papers into their bags and exit quickly. I glare at Jessica as I watch her leave and turn back to search for me when she gets to the door. Acting maturely, I give her the finger. She blushes and storms out with her lackeys trailing behind.

  Hurrying to the front of class, I walk over to Bianca who hasn’t moved from behind her desk. “I’m not going to stop. Not now after Jessica. I’ll wait for you at your place…No arguing,” I tell her when she opens her mouth.

  It takes everything in me not to wrap her up in my arms and tell her everything will be okay. I shove my hands in my back pockets so I won’t reach out to her. “Come straight home, Bianca,” I whisper now. “I need to hold you and I know you need to be held.”

  She nods, quickly wiping a tear from her face. “I’ll follow you in five minutes.”

  After a minute of holding each others’ gaze, I turn, and walking out of school to my car, I shove everything into the trunk. Resting against the car with my hands, I inhale and notice Jessica across the way, watching me. I look away before I go over to her because I can’t guarantee I’m not going to throttle the little tramp.

  Seeing the gloating smirk on her face, I climb into my car and take off because she really is pushing my buttons. My temper isn’t usually so close to the surface, in fact, I consider myself a pretty laid back guy, but having her go after Bianca is making me mad as fuck.

  I know part of my temper right now is because of my worry that Bianca is going to push me away. Basically, I need my girl to calm me down. She makes me so damn happy, not to mention how she arouses me with just one look. In class today, watching her walk around with no panties on had me hard as fuck and when she walked out of her office with her sexy hair-do, and red lips, sucking the pen between…fuck…I’d nearly come then and there.

  Pulling up outside Bianca’s apartment, I make sure I look around this time. I’m not going to be taken off guard again and imagining Bianca’s red lips wrapping around my dick isn’t such a good idea, right now. We need to talk instead of the bout of hot sex that I’d planned for in her office after class.

  She pulls in beside my car, which brings me out of my dirty thoughts.

  Opening my door, I run around to help her out from her car and as I grab her satchel, she takes me by surprise, cupping my face and planting a wet kiss to my lips. “Don’t worry. I’m not about to let the best thing to ever happen to me out of my life. I know we have to talk, but right now I need you inside me, because I’m wet, throbbing and hungry.”

  She leaves me fucking speechless, but I sure as hell don’t need telling twice. Grabbing her hand, I pull her toward her apartment, and take the key out of her hand. Opening the door, I shove her inside, and dropping everything, we both attack each other.

  I don’t have enough hands. I want to touch her everywhere, but I start with her ass, which I know is naked. Keeping my tongue tangled with Bianca’s, I slide my hands underneath her dress and caress the globes of her bottom. Unable to help myself, I slip my finger between and nearly, fucking come when I feel how wet she is for me. She wraps one leg over my hip and starts to rub her pussy against me.

  Growling, I push her away from me, and rip open my jeans. Shoving them down my thighs, I hoist her up against the wall and impale her on my cock.

  Bianca moans into my mouth as her wet pussy clings to my dick, sucking me further inside her until I touch base. I can feel tiny flutters up and down my length, which tells me she’s close, and fuck me, I am too. I don’t have any staying power when I’m with her, and being naked and inside her, I last maybe thirty seconds.

  “Ahhh…Oh God, Mason,” she moans, grinding on me. “I’m coming…”

  Holding her pinned to the wall, I start a slow back and forth movement with my hips, which is killing me, but it’s driving her crazy. I bite down on one of her nipples, which is prominent through her dress.

  She screams my name and proceeds to squeeze the hell out of my dick with her orgasm, grinding like crazy on me. I start to pound into her as I harden, lengthen and with one hard thrust inside her I let go, shooting my cum against her walls. Bianca bites my ear and sends another round of cum outta me. My legs are quivering and my cock won’t stop fucking twitching and still feels hard as fuck.

  Starting to slide out of her, Bianca moans and whispers, “I’m close to coming again.”

  Thinking fast because I don’t have the strength to keep her against the wall, I withdraw and wait for her feet to touch the floor before ridding my body of my clothes. I watch as she tosses her dress off and lets it land on a heap on top of my clothes.

  I could look at her body all day, especially her firm breasts, which overflow my hands when I touch them.

  Already my cock’s ready for round two. “Go and lean over the coffee table.”

  She smiles and walks over to it, kneels down and spreads herself over the table with her bottom pointing in my direction, her legs spread.

  I follow her and dropping to my knees between her spread thighs, I stroke through her swollen, wet heat. She’s wet and wiggles her ass against my hand, but I have other ideas and use the wetness to lubricate her puckered hole. She moans as I stroke around it, pushing into my hand. “More,” she comes slightly up from the table and gripping the sides pushes against my finger, which has yet to enter her.

  “You want this? Just my finger…for now.” Imagining my cock inside her tight little hole has me about to burst. I only came not five minutes ago and I’m already so fucking hard and throbbing that I can’t think straight.

  “God, yes… Do it… Now!”

  Rubbing inside her channel, I coat my fingers again before slipping one into her anus. I’m trying to take it slow, but she pushes back against me, shoving my finger as far as it can go.

  “Yes,” she moans rubbing her ass against my dick as my finger slips back and forth. I can feel her pussy quivering, needing me inside her. But fuck me, she’s rubbing and pinching her own nipples while I fuck her ass. “Inside me. Oh God, Mason.”

  The head of my cock is deep red and leaking like crazy, she has me so excited. I pinch the head between my finger and thumb trying to control the lust running through my body.

  “Mason…”

  Taking hold of my shaft, I enter her pussy. I can feel my cock through the thin piece of skin separating the anus from her pussy and I grit my teeth on the pleasure of it. “This is going be quick. I’m sorry.”

  “I want… I need quick.”

  She flattens herself on top of the table, pushing against me. Without any more encouragement, I start moving back and forth with both my dick and finger. The friction of being inside her wet sheath and my finger rubbing against the walls of her ass and my cock has set fire to my balls. A fire that’s about ready to erupt.

  Using my other hand, I start playing with her clit, and within seconds, she’s thrashing around under me, clamping her pussy around my dick, her ass around my finger. Grinding back on me. The sparks been lit, and the fire in my balls starts to shoot up my cock and out through the tip, over and over again. Not stopping. Bianca can’t stop squeezing me in aftershocks, which is milking more cum out of me.

  Before I collapse, I have the sense to withdraw from her and drop down on my ass, pulling her with me into my lap.

  “You’re going to kill me,” I breathe into her neck.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Bianca

  Having carried me to bed
after our lovemaking session, Mason climbed in behind me, spooning against my back and proceeded to fall asleep. I think I drifted on and off, but for the most part, I’ve been lying in his arms trying to think how to carry on seeing him without anyone finding out. I’m not sure I have the strength to walk away from him.

  “Bianca. What’s wrong?”

  I snuggle more deeply into his arms. “I thought you were asleep.”

  “Hmm.” He buries his face into my hair. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

  Rolling over, I wrap my leg over his hip as he puts his hand on my bottom to pull me in flush to his arousal. “Mmm. You’ll have to wait. We can’t avoid talking and I’ll feel better, I hope, if we get it out of the way.”

  Mason kisses my forehead and says, “I’ll go first seems as most of the answers you’re looking for need to be from me.”

  He pulls me against his chest so I wrap my arm around him, getting comfortable, as he starts talking.

  “My face, well, that kind of happened when I left here last week, and can we leave it at that?”

  What the hell? “No we can’t just leave it at that. Who did this?” As he stares at me, I start to get the feeling that I should know. “Please tell me it wasn’t because of me.”

  “It wasn’t because of you. He’s sick,” he says, brushing my hair behind my ear.

  My stomach feels as though it’s dropped to my toes. “Was it Tim?”

  “Yeah. Don’t cry.” He pulls me into his arms as my tears leak out from my eyes. It is my fault. He was hurt because of me. Why can’t anything ever be straightforward?

  “Bianca, babe. I meant it when I said it wasn’t your fault. It’s his because there is seriously something wrong with the bastard. Please don’t blame yourself. I don’t blame you.”

  Mason holds me tight, feathering kisses along my shoulder while he caresses along my spine.

  “He’s been following me.” Mason freezes at my words. “Sometimes, I’ll be shopping and turn a corner and he’s there watching me. Other times, he’ll be sitting in his car outside school. I’m not sure what he wants, but I haven’t seen him for a couple of days. I don’t know whether that’s good or bad.”