Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1

by Harley, Lisa M.

  When he rounded the front of his truck he took Sylvia in for the first time since she’d walked away. She was seated sideways across the cab, with her long legs hanging out of the passenger door. He gulped. His eyes followed what seemed like miles of smooth skin from the ankle strap of her heels to the mid of her thighs where her skirt had ridden up. He gulped again. Continuing his visual exploration, his eyes moved up past her slight tummy, following the sweat damp imprint of her tits. Sweet Jesus. Her top was like a second skin, nearly transparent, and he could just make out the shape of her areola as her nipples poked through what looked to be a lace bra. Black lace. Pulling his gaze away from her supreme rack, he followed the path of exposed flesh from her cleavage to her neck and upwards finally meeting her gaze. She was smiling sweetly at him, seemingly oblivious to the way he’d just visually molested the shit out of her.

  “Thank you so much, Finn. God knows how long I would have been out here trying to get that damn tire off.” Her voice was filled with gratitude and Finn smiled in response. Even her voice was alluring. Sweet with a touch of huskiness.

  “No problem, really. I’m just glad I found you. I like to make rounds on the surrounding roads of the ranch before I head home at night. Do you always come this way?” Finn wondered at her level of common sense and waited for an answer.

  “No, not usually, but I had a long day and just wanted a change of scenery. Should have known better than to deviate from the script.” Sylvia shook her head with her last statement. He didn’t know if she meant to be funny but he couldn’t help but laugh at her sour expression. Sylvia narrowed her eyes at him as he chuckled.

  “So, my tragedy is your comedy?” She asked with a raised brow. Now she was just sexy and he continued to grin. There was a moment where something flashed between them. A wall crumpled and they connected, no longer familiar strangers.

  “Not at all. Just glad I could jump in when your script went awry. Do you usually stick to the script?” He didn’t really mean to flirt, but he couldn’t help it.

  “No.” A simple answer with a big meaning. Sylvia let her desire show in her eyes, no longer holding back.

  “No?” Finn asked in an attempt to draw her out further. They were dancing around the fire now. Just close enough to feel the heat of the flames.

  “Sometimes I deviate. Like today. Like right now.” With that she reached out, running her fingers through his soft, silky hair and gently tugging to pull him closer. Finn struggled to maintain his cool, fighting the urge to put his hands all over her.

  “Sylvie,” he whispered hoarsely. Part warning, part plea for mercy. He wasn’t a saint and feeling her touch was too much for him to ignore. His dick was hard and his rational mind was mush. Both hands were planted firmly on the seat around each thigh, his thumbs inching towards the heat of her flesh.

  “Finn,” she responded, nuzzling her face against his, deeply inhaling his scent. It drove her almost crazy that way he called her ‘Sylvie’. Sylvia felt him grinning against her cheek and couldn’t resist. She sought out her favorite dimple and lightly traced it with her tongue, relishing the taste of his slightly salty skin.

  Finn groaned at the feel of her tongue hot against his cheek. All the lustful thoughts that he’d had of her over the last few weeks, swirled around his mind. He shouldn’t let this happen. He should pull away and advise her to walk away. Then they could go back to ignoring each other. Those rational thoughts were faint, and his desire was strong. She was so close, her body heat teasing him as she continued to look into his eyes with such conviction. “Fuck it!” Finn swore and shoved both hands up the side of her skirt, roughly grasping at her thighs, and pulling her towards him. Sylvia gasped as he ground his erection against her exposed panties.

  “You know what this means,” he growled.

  “Oh!” Was all she could manage when he grabbed a fistful of her hair, bumping her pelvis with his.

  “I’m gonna fuck you, baby. Hard. I’ve been wanting this too damn long!”

  Finn punctuated his words by latching onto one pointed nipple and sucking through her shirt before he could reach his hand underneath and squeeze her breast. Wrenching his head away, he pushed her top up and pulled her other tit out of the cup of her bra. Sylvia shuddered in anticipation of his warm lips closing around her sensitive peak. Wrapping her long legs around his waist, she pressed her clit against the seam of his jeans. Her hands slid down his torso until she met purchase with his belt buckle, she quickly began to fumble with his jeans to get them open.

  “That’s what I want,” she panted. “ I want to feel you inside me. Ah, you’re so hard!”

  His cock was now free and Sylvia’s warm hand was stroking it to full mast. Finn took in a ragged breath, pulling away from her sweet nipple. Her scent was making him drunk with lust, a mix of vanilla, her sweat, and sex. Between her legs, his fingers were stroking her clit and the wetness of her arousal maddened him. He scrambled to pull her panties down, accidentally tearing them in his haste. Then he pressed one finger into her slickness, grunting as the pressure of her stroke increased around his cock.

  “Yeah that’s it. Keep stroking me like that while I get your little pussy ready for me,” he commanded her. Sylvia felt high off her desire. Not believing that this was really happening, but his dirty talk pulled her right back into the moment. Now he was fucking her with two fingers, and licking and teasing each nipple until she felt she would scream. She let out a whimper of frustration.

  “Please, fuck me Finn,” she cried out. The wet, smacking sound of his suckling was driving her even closer to the edge. She didn’t want to come around his fingers. No, she wanted to feel him fill her with his hard cock, feel his heat inside of her. His grip on her lessened as he pulled away from her, pushing her onto her back. Hovering over her for just a moment before he thrust his cock into her. Her body strained to accommodate him, and Finn groaned in agony. Sylvia’s heavy breathing morphed into whimpers with every slow thrust.

  Slowly he pushed his cock in, deeper each plunge. Pure, tight heat enveloped him and he went slowly in an effort not to lose himself too soon. As much as he wanted to fuck her into submission, now that he was inside of her Finn wanted to savor every moment. Commit the tight feel of her hot, juicy pussy to memory. The feel of her snug fit, growing wetter as he attempted to give her all of him, was exquisite. Finn looked into her eyes, hungry to see Sylvia’s pleasure. His pleasure. She looked so damn beautiful with her bronzed skin slightly dampened, and her hair splaying wildly against his leather seats. Her chocolate brown eyes were filled with desire, for him. None of his dreams could have prepared him for this.

  “Damn, Sylvie. So good, baby. I feel you getting wet for me.” Finn whispered.

  “Uhh...Finn!”

  “You like it when I talk to you. Don’t you? Tell me!” He demanded.

  “Yes! I love it... Oh God!” Sylvia panted as her body tremored with her burgeoning climax.

  Leaning down, Finn pressed his mouth against hers, pleading with his tongue for her to open for him. Sylvia acquiesced, letting him in and matching the ferocity of his kiss. Slowly she began to move her hips as much as the cramped space allowed. Her body had been tense, expecting a fast and furious ride, but the fact the Finn had been gentle with her after all, melted her. His kiss was savage, and he ravaged her lips with the intensity of his desire. Pistoning his hips and thrusting into her harder and harder. She was hit by an unexpected wave of her first major orgasm. Throwing her head back, she let out a tortured cry as she arched her pelvis into his. This is exactly what she had be craving. No, this was better. There was no way she could have imagined how delicious he smelled. How manly he was, or how good their bodies felt together.

  “That’s it! Jesus! Give it up,” Finn growled, feeling her walls tensing and grabbing at him greedily. He gripped her thighs as he pumped into her furiously, squeezing his eyes tight while fighting the burn that spread out from his belly. His balls were ready to explode.

  “I’m g
onna come... gonna come...coming!” Sylvia panted. The sweet burn uncoiled, deep inside her.

  “Look at me, baby. Let me see it,” Finn begged. He was on the verge, and seeing her fall apart was going to push him over the edge too.

  Once again she obeyed his command. At this point there probably wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do if he told her. Bringing her gaze back to his, she grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and yanked his head closer. As badly as he wanted to see her shatter, she wanted to see him come apart too.

  “Fuck me, Finn. Harder! That’s right, fuck me just like that,” Sylvia urged, turning the tables on him. Finn’s eyes rolled, and his head went lax in her hold as he grunted and groaned her name. She felt his cock surge and swell inside of her before he filled her with his liquid heat. The sensation driving her over her cliff.

  “Ahh!” Sylvia cried in release.

  Once they both floated back to earth, reality set in. Finn felt a tinge of shame as he slowly pulled out of Sylvia’s heat. His head rested on her shoulder, and he was in no hurry to move. He wasn’t ready to face her just yet. What had he just done? Lost himself, that’s what.

  “Wow,” Sylvia whispered. Her voice was still groggy from sex, but held a tinge of wonderment. That was a positive sign. Maybe she wouldn’t freak out on him.

  “You could say that again,” he huffed.

  “Wow,” she said with a little giggle.

  Finally feeling better about the situation, Finn eased up to look Sylvia in her eyes. She was still giggling, and he couldn’t help but to respond with a chuckle of his own. No where to be found was the sultry minx who had seduced him so ruthlessly. A deep sigh of relief rushed through him, and he realized that he was feeling rather giddy himself.

  “That was -”

  “Amazing,” Sylvia said, cutting him off before he had the chance to finish his sentence.

  “Incredible was what I was going to say, but I can roll with amazing,” Finn added.

  He thought now would be a good time to get up, but Sylvia didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move, and he didn’t want to embarrass or offend he. Besides, she felt so good beneath him.

  “So, you gonna tell me how long you’ve been wanting to do that?” He decided to use the opportunity to settle the score between them.

  “I should ask you the same thing,” she countered.

  “You should have, but I asked first, and you attacked me.”

  “Ha!” Sylvia laughed out. “I highly recall you being the one that turned into the incredible sexual hulk. I just wanted a kiss,” she tried to deny.

  “Hold on. Let me think on it. ‘I’ve wanted you too, and I want you now.’ That was what you said, right?” Finn pointed out.

  Sylvia blushed furiously, and let out a nervous laugh. He was right, and she couldn’t believe that she had actually said those words to him. She couldn’t believe that he was lying on top of her, both of them severely disheveled.

  “Don’t be shy now, darlin’. I’ve already seen your claws,” Finn teased. He was actually enjoying her modesty.

  “I just can’t believe I did that,” she confessed.

  “Me either,” Finn agreed.

  A heavy silence settled between them as they both became lost in their own thoughts. Finn felt like they had just opened Pandora’s box, and Sylvia was in a state of shock. He stroked her hair, and the side of her face as he contemplated what to do next. Instead of guessing, he decided to ask.

  “Well, what do we do now?”

  Sylvia sighed and managed a slight shrug in her reclined position.

  “I guess we head home. It’s almost dinner time,” she responded.

  “I suppose you’re right,” Finn replied. He would just play it by ear with her, let her take the lead on this, whatever it was. He just watched as she readjusted her clothes and headed to her car. His thoughts raced as he followed her all the way home.

  Chapter Three

  That night, Sylvia couldn’t stop thinking about her encounter with Finn. Putting her latest mystery novel aside, she gave in to her wayward thoughts. Dinner was awkward, to say the least. Not that either of their parents had noticed, since they don’t normally speak as it is. She could sense his eyes on her at various times during their meal, but refused to meet his gaze. There was no way she wanted her father to find out what had happened between them. No one could know. It would destroy everything.

  Before her parents divorced, life was laid out on her mother’s plan. Brenda Davis was career military, and every four years like clockwork, it was time to move. Part of the original plan was her set date of retirement, which Harry had started a business around. Pennsylvania was supposed to be the last stop on their world tour, but Brenda threw a monkey wrench into the mix. Instead of retiring and helping her husband run his accounting business, she accepted another tour. This one to Japan. Sylvia was already enrolled in Penn State and was just settling in, Harry’s business just starting to flourish. In a move that devastated their family unit, Brenda followed her calling, leaving her husband and daughter behind.

  It was even more damaging that these facts were kept from Sylvia until things were at the divorce stage. This threw a damper on her already meager social life, sending her into a state of depression. She eventually dropped out of school and moved home to work for her father, who by that time was already marrying Dorothy Walters. Sylvia was stunned by how quickly everything progressed. Dorothy was nice enough, so she could understand her father’s motives, but dating was very low on her ‘to do’ list. Both boyfriends that she even tried to have were no more than company. Hang out at their place, focused on getting in her pants, kind of guys.

  Thinking back to earlier, her body warmed at the memory of the cool leather seats against her back, and Finn hot and hard between her legs. The wild look in his eyes when he first entered her, before gaining control of himself. What she wouldn’t give to have that all the time, whenever she wanted. Feeling this way was new to Sylvia. Her so called love life had never been exciting, severely lacking in passion, and very short lived. No one had ever made her swoon before. Made her climax and see stars behind her eyes.

  Sylvia’s hand began a phantom trail over her body while she envisioned Finn’s touch. A hot shower couldn’t wash away his scent, it was seared into her. Flashes of his smile, with his deep dimples, overtook her mind. Why couldn’t she think of something else? Would she be able to stay away from him, knowing how amazing it was to be with him? She turned out her lights, saying her nightly prayer. May she find her way out of this mess.

  Finn was restless. He paced around his room, turning off the television when it proved that it couldn’t take his mind of Sylvia. Usually after spending all day on the ranch, managing the ranch hands and vendors, he’d be spent. Too exhausted to do more than have dinner, which his mother insisted they do as a family, and watch a movie until he fell asleep. When things weren’t so busy, and he had free time, he would work on his art. The ten acres of country land they lived on, provided him with ample inspiration. Other than that, he might hit the local bar scene every now and again, but his life was clinically mundane. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so alive, so on fire.

  He thought back to his past relationships, but no one had ever engaged all of his senses the way Sylvia did. Dana, his ex, was a sweet girl, but there was no spark between them. Everyday was the same as the last, and while that frustrated him, she seemed to be ok with it. Before her, there wasn’t anyone who he even dated seriously. He wouldn’t call himself a player, but he wasn’t big on committing to anyone at such a young age. Sylvia made him think differently.

  Who knew that Sylvia would prove to be such an enigma? For the last month he’d wondered if she even had a damn voice, the way she shuffled around the house like a church mouse. Only ever seeing her when she sat down to dinner, or scurried down the hall after her nightly shower. Then tonight she blows his mind by sticking her tongue in his dimple. And it was so. Damn. Hot. Harmless flirting was easy to h
andle. He would have patted her on her pretty little head, and sent her away on her donut. Her outright, vixen like assault, was too much. There wasn’t anyway he could turn away from her at that point. And she was more than his fantasies could do justice to. She was perfect.

  Then, she flipped the coin and flat out ignored him at dinner. Which was so smart, because he was being reckless. And he was going to continue to be reckless around her, he could feel it. There was no turning this switch back to off. Feeling her come apart underneath him again wasn’t a desire anymore. It was no longer a fantasy, but a need. He needed her.

  Not worrying about any consequences, Finn left his room, making sure to quietly close his door behind him, and crept down the hall. It was after 10 pm so their parents were already turned in for the night, and they were on the opposite wing of the split level house. There was no reason for them to venture over to this side unless the house was on fire. Finn, smirked. It was about to be on fire, if he had his way. His adrenaline soared, and his heart raced as he wondered what she was up to. Would she be awake? Or would she be asleep and startled to find him crawling into her bed?

  Stopping just outside her doorway, he leaned his ear against the wooden surface to listen for some sign of her activity. It was quiet. He swiftly and quietly opened her door and eased into her bedroom with the stealth of a ninja. The room was dark, with the lull of soft music coming from her iPod dock. Sylvia’s form was barely visible, snuggled under her blankets. It was always cold in the house. Something to do with his mother and hot flashes.

  Ridding himself of his boxers, Finn crawled into her bed fully naked. The thought of being close to her again, so brazen and impetuous, had his arousal at a peak level. Sliding up against her body, he propped up on his elbow so he could see her better. She looked like an angel, peaceful and beautiful. He didn’t want to spend too much time analyzing whatever this was that he was feeling. He just wanted to feel it. His hands itched with the need to touch her, and he traced his fingers down the curve of her jaw, continuing down her neck. Sylvia stirred in her sleep next to him, and his chest swelled when her eyes flew open trying to focus on his face.