Taboo Love The Complete Series

by Anita Lawless

  One of the women spread out on the long couch, dangling her mouth over my clit. She gave me a sexy grin before her tongue flicked out and ground into my clitoris.

  Though my orgasmic buzz made it hard to keep my eyes open, I scanned the crowd again. Shamus had moved closer with Addy. I could easily watch them now. Gauge Shamus’ reaction, while he watched the trio suck and fuck me. He still looked annoyed, but there was no denying the raging hard on straining his g-string to breaking point. Women touched him, caressed his oiled, shining skin, but he barely paid attention. His eyes were glued to me.

  Addy continued to divide her attention between me and Shamus. Until he grabbed the back of her head and swooped her forward in a dramatic, lusty kiss. If her mouth were a pussy, she’d have been thoroughly fucked. I knew his actions were intended to piss me off, but I just turned away, let out a loud moan, and focused on my oncoming orgasm.

  From the corner of my eye, I saw Addy stumble when he let her up for air. I could tell he stared at me once more, but I was too caught up in the need to come. The woman at my clit now sucked hard. My cunt spasmed around Roscoe’s cock, milking him of all the pleasure his meaty dick could give. I dug my fingers into his ass, pulling even more of his steely shaft inside me.

  A blur of flesh moved in my peripheral. Shamus dragged Addy to a spot where I had a great view. He planted another scorching kiss, and then yanked her halter dress to her ankles. My best friend let out a little squawk of surprise. He didn’t give her time to recover her senses before his hands and mouth ravaged her diminutive body. So, he wanted me to watch him fuck my BFF while I fucked Roscoe and these nameless ladies. Great by me, I thought, with a thrill in my heart and a laugh on my lips. I found it an incredibly hot idea.

  “Oh yeah, right there,” I cried out. “Don’t stop fucking me hard.”

  Roscoe rammed me until my knees touched the back of the couch. My g-spot pulsed and the orgasm rocketed through me. I gripped his ass until my knuckles hurt, holding him deep within until the shuddering subsided. When I let him go, he wandered off, but I barely noticed. I was almost comatose from the intense climax. Colorful lights and colorful people swirled around me. The two women continued to make love to me.

  And, near our side, Shamus now furiously ate Addy’s pussy. I watched while one of the women positioned herself between my legs. Addy could barely stand. Shamus dug big fingers into her pert, little ass and held her up. He glanced my way, spread her legs wider, and traced his tongue from just above her asshole to her clit. When she shivered noticeably against him and moaned loudly, he rose up, slid behind her effortlessly. His eyes locked with mine as he guided his cock inside of her, fucking her slowly at first.

  The woman between my legs fucked my asshole with her eager tongue. Her fingers ground against my clit, then she slipped them inside my super-sensitive pussy. I tried to keep my eyes open, tried to keep watching Shamus fuck my best friend, but the renewed assault of intense pleasure made it almost impossible. My pussy still throbbed inside and out, so it climbed toward another climax quickly.

  Watching Shamus screw Addy, while others enjoyed my body, was an incredible aphrodisiac. I couldn’t feel the jealousy he wanted me to feel. I wasn’t threatened by his actions. If anything, I wondered if I could seduce the two of them together. I knew he’d get over this possessive stream eventually, and then I’d give the seduction plan a shot.

  I watched Addy come hard. Shamus had to hold her up as she squirmed against him. Then I could keep my eyes open no longer. Thanks to the nameless woman’s skilled tongue, I came again. When I next glanced to the spot where Shamus and Addy stood, the two had disappeared.

  Quickly, I dressed and wandered away from my female lovers. I didn’t bother to seek out Roscoe. He knew how to find me when he wanted to hook up. Besides, something told me Shamus was still skulking around. I wanted to avoid a confrontation with him, if I could help it. Pleasantly buzzed on sexual satisfaction, I found the exit and headed for my car. I had an early shift tomorrow, and I wanted to catch a few zzz’s before work.

  But as I entered the parking lot, I saw Shamus leaning against my car. He was dressed in a tight blue t-shirt and jeans, hands shoved in his pockets. I could’ve ducked behind the building. Since he stared at the pavement, he hadn’t seen me yet. Instead, I decided to get this over with.

  My platforms clacked on the concrete, making him look up. He didn’t smile. Didn’t really frown either. He just stared as I approached, eyes narrowed, lips in an impassive line.

  “Where’s Addy?” I asked, as I stopped by the hood of my car.

  “She said she needed her post-coital nachos and bad cheese. Headed to 7-12 with some girls.” He paused long enough to rake his gaze up and down my scantily clad form. “Where’s Roscoe?”

  I shrugged. “Not sure. He wandered off. Maybe the ladies are keeping him busy. Why aren’t you in there enjoying yourself?”

  He rolled his eyes, scowled. I braced for the fight. “Oh, come on, Mary. I’m…” But the angry look became one of frustrated befuddlement. “I don’t know.” He sighed. “Look, I don’t care if you fuck other people. Just be careful with Roscoe, okay? He’s…shady.”

  I laughed and leaned against the car beside him. He was so full of shit. “I think it’s just your over-protective streak rearing its ugly head.”

  “He is shady. And I’m not over-protective.” He crossed his arms over his chest. I noticed his nipples were hard. Hell, so were mine. The night was chilly. “Even if I were, is it wrong for a step brother to care about his step sister?”

  I decided to change the subject, try to avoid the battle. “That was a nice show you put on with my BFF.”

  His face screwed up in frustration. “You were okay with that, huh?” Then he gave in, letting a wide smirk stretch his luscious lips. “It was impressive, wasn’t it? But then, so were you…”

  “Ha!” I wagged a finger in his face. “So, you admit it was a turn on?”

  He rolled his eyes. “I never said it wasn’t. My whole problem rests with the fact Roscoe’s a slime.” He whirled on me, quickly pinning my hips against the car. “And I think that’s why you keep fucking him. Just to piss me off.”

  I knew the smile I flashed was saucy. “Perhaps.” I shrugged. “Maybe he’s just a good lay.”

  He pushed his chest into me. I braced myself against the hood, so I didn’t fall flat on top of it. “Now I know you’re trying to piss me off.”

  I nudged him back with two hands braced against his chest. “Oh, please, don’t do the gronk thing.” Still, my pussy twinged from the chemistry swirling between us. It flowed thick in the air, making our breath shallow. I could feel his cock harden as it pressed into my leg.

  “How many days has it been since we fucked?” he whispered, bending me backward over the hood.

  “About three days, I think,” I said against his lips, before he devoured my mouth.

  His hand roughly pushed up my skirt. Soon, his fingers stroked up the seam of my wet labia. Then he ground a slick thumb into my clit. “It’s been too long,” he said, pulling away long enough to unzip his jeans and free his stiff prick.

  He slid his penis up the length of my dripping pussy lips. Just as his straining, purple head entered my twitching cunt, someone yelled:

  “Hey, is he bothering you?”

  Roscoe gave a sideways smirk. He stood with legs braced apart, hands on hips, a few feet from us. I let my legs slide down Shamus’, but he grabbed me by the knees and held me close.

  “Private matter,” he called back, and gave Roscoe a glower that would’ve killed if it were a bullet. “Move on, R. We’ll talk later.”

  Roscoe moved closer at this, and I noted his raised eyebrow, his annoyed frown. “Oh, so I’m dismissed, is that it? Why do you hate me so much, Quinn? Your sister obviously doesn’t share your view.”

  I giggled. Shamus turned his glare on me. “I question my sister’s taste.”

  I returned his scowl. “Oh, give it up. You’re not
my keeper. Besides,” I added in a whisper, “It’s not like I’m committing myself to the guy. I’m just fucking him.”

  I gave Roscoe a friendly wave, and that was all it took for him to head closer. Shamus gave my exposed ass a firm rap at this, and I squeaked a shocked “Ouch.” Cheeky bastard, I thought, turning my full attention on Roscoe to piss him off more.

  “Don’t mind him,” I told the blond Adonis. “He’s just got double standards. A bit of a hypocrite.”

  Roscoe laughed. Shamus’s scowl deepened.

  “See, he thinks he can stick his dick in any hole,” I continued, “but I have to remain chaste and virginal, or some nonsense like that. I’m not sure. He won’t tell me. He just gets all Neanderthal when I screw someone other than him.”

  “Shamus, that doesn’t seem fair,” Roscoe goaded. “You can’t expect to slut around and get all possessive over a sweet ass like your sister’s. A joy like Mary must be shared.”

  Shamus’s nostrils flared. His expression went all charging bull, until I shushed him and stood firm between the two men.

  “Just remember, R, who owns your ass,” he snarled from behind my shoulder. “I still have the proof and the witness. How would your Daddy feel about the bonehead move you made, huh? Leaving coke in your trunk for a dim-witted mechanic like me to find.” He shook his head, gave a wolflish smile. “Not so dim-witted after all, am I?”

  Now, Roscoe’s smile faltered. I put a hand on his chest and tried to hold him off. Just great. I had no problem with being sandwiched between two muscular, beautiful males. I just didn’t want them to be raging for each other’s blood while I was piggy in the middle.

  “Get off my ass, Quinn,” the Adonis growled. “What do you want?”

  “I’ve decided I want in after all,” my step brother snapped, giving me a look as he did so. “I’ll have the cash for your father by the weekend. You tell him I’ll take that quarter of the club he offered.”

  Roscoe’s jaw tensed, relaxed. His hands clenched into fists then released. “Fine. Then you back off, right?”

  Shamus gave his trademark smartass smirk. “We’ll see.”

  “Guys.” I dug my short fingernails into the valleys between their pecs. “You need to call a truce.” Instead of shaking hands, I had the perfect idea. “Drop your pants.”

  “Excuse me, Mary Rose?” Shamus tugged my shoulder, so I had to look back at him.

  I giggled at his frown. “Oh, come on. Who’s the prude now? See, you can’t argue when I have both your cocks in my mouth, can you?” I glanced from him to Roscoe, then repeated the process.

  Roscoe chuckled. “How come you can’t be as nice as your sister, Quinn?”

  “Shut the fuck up,” Shamus said.

  His pants were still open, his cock still bobbing in a salute. I wrapped my fingers around his glistening prick and stroked him. “No, you shut the fuck up, while I suck your cock.” Before I went to my knees, I told Roscoe to lose the pants. He complied this time. Shamus didn’t protest further, either, as my warm lips slipped down his shaft.

  It had to be 4 am by now, and full dark enveloped the quiet parking lot. Those cars that remained were situated closer to the club. No one milled about outside, and the street was abandoned.

  While I deep throated Shamus, his balls slapping against my chin, I squeezed and stroked Roscoe. I tugged on his cock, guiding him closer, so I could take both of them in my mouth at once. When he drew near enough, I licked the two slippery heads, lapping up their pre-cum as if it were cream. I stretched my mouth wide and engulfed the two penis heads. My small hands slid up and down their shafts, while I held their two pricks down my throat. Then I gasped for air. I alternated between their thick, twitching dicks. I lapped and licked at their balls, stroked and teased the sacs with my fingers. While my head bobbed up and down one prick, my hand massaged and teased the other. Soon, I had both men moaning as they braced the hood for balance.

  Roscoe grunted, “Sonofabitch, yessss, I’m gonna cum,” so I gobbled his cock greedily and let his hot seed shoot down my throat. He face fucked me rapidly as his spunk jetted until completion.

  Then my mouth descended on Shamus, taking him to the root. I sucked hard on his throbbing shaft. My tongue flicked out briefly and pressed into his balls, tracing circles. He thrust in and out of my lips and buried his hands in my hair. When I felt his prick pulse hard in my mouth, I slid my lips away and worked him frantically with my hand. I wanted him to cum all over my tits.

  “You’ll ruin your good shirt,” he grunted.

  I laughed, shedding my tight t-shirt. Cool night air fondled my skin with chilly kisses. I held my tits together tightly and poised for his cum. Hot, salty sperm sprinkled my cheek. It trickled down my smooth, white neck and sprayed over my generous, ivory tits. With enthusiastic hands, I rubbed the sticky spunk into my skin. Then I licked his pearly juice from my fingers. When I stood, I poked these fingers into Shamus’ mouth, and he sucked greedily. He wrapped his hands around my hips and yanked me close.

  My other hand was still wrapped around Roscoe’s dribbling dick. He opened his eyes and murmured, “That was fabulous. Thanks for keeping the peace, Mary.” After a brief glance at my brother, he said goodbye.

  “I think I’ve corrupted you,” Shamus said, after his adversary left. “Created a monster, even.”

  “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. You made me see I have a lot of living to do.” I squirmed free of his arms long enough to crawl in the back seat. I stored a towel back there, for when I took Mom’s dog to the beach. Though it smelled of damp canine, it wiped the cum from my tits just fine.

  Shamus yanked up his pants, zipped, then dropped to his haunches in front of me. He handed me my t-shirt, but I declined.

  “Get in.” I threw the garment in the back seat and flashed him a cheeky grin. “I’m going to drive home topless. You’re welcome to tag along and enjoy the view.”

  He wasted no time climbing in the passenger’s seat. His patent ‘charm the devil’ grin returned. “Well, who am I to turn down a beautiful step sister?”

  I scoffed. “You already have. You left me unsatisfied twice now.”

  He glared hotly. “When we get to your apartment, I’m going to make you eat those words.”

  My pussy throbbed with anticipation.

  ***

  Taboo Love Part 6

  Owned

  As I pulled out of the club’s parking lot, Shamus said, “Let’s play truth or dare.”

  My curiosity piqued, I looked at him. “Truth or dare? All right.” I shrugged. “You go first.”

  “How generous of you.” He smirked. “Are you fucking Roscoe to piss me off?”

  I blurted laughter. “This again? Really, Shamus—”

  “Let’s get something straight between us. I don’t care if you screw other people. We aren’t a couple. Would I have set up that birthday surprise for you if I did? But Roscoe I have a problem with. Yes, fine, that’s your over-protective step brother talking.” He turned in the passenger’s seat and stared at me.

  I took glimpses at his handsome face, made intense by the serious expression. It sent a thrill up my spine, I had to admit. While I hated the possessive gronk routine some guys played, Shamus showed genuine concern. It wasn’t some macho game. He had my back. He gave a damn about me. It was simple as that, and incredibly endearing.

  “Okay,” I said. “No more Roscoe. I’ll let him down gently next time I see him.”

  “Oh no you won’t.” Shamus shook his head and crossed his arms over his beautiful chest. “I’ll inform him you no longer need his services.”

  Laughter escaped e again. “Well. Yes sir.”

  He gave a saucy nod, then his next words nearly made me veer from the street. “So, would you like to fuck a few more men before the night is over? Me included, of course.”

  I coughed. Righted the car when it swung toward the sidewalk. “Wait a minute…if we’re playing truth or dare, it’s my turn.”

  “You didn’t
answer my first question, though,” Shamus countered, leaning closer. His tongue flicked in my ear, and, once again, I struggled to control the vehicle. He slid a hand up my scantily clad thigh. “Now, I think you’re avoiding my second question.”

  “I have to work in the morning…” My protest grew feeble as his fingers slipped under the hem of my skirt. He guided my legs apart.

  “Call in sick,” he said, tickling a path to my clit.

  “Mrs. Harker hates when we call in last minute,” I whispered, as his index finger slid down my damp pussy lips.

  “She’ll forgive you.” He rubbed my clit in lazy circles then once more descended on my ear, licking and nibbling a path to my shoulder.

  “If you keep that up, I’ll have to pull over.”

  “What’s your answer?” he murmured between nips.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Then you should pull over. I need to make a call, and I want to do it outside the car.”

  I gave him a curious frown.

  “Another surprise.” He showed his trademark wicked smile. “The details of tonight’s rendezvous are a secret, my dear.”

  I parked at a curb, and he waggled his eyebrows at me before he exited.

  Peering over my shoulder, I found him leaning against the side of the trunk. He spoke, laughed, and then ended the call.

  He walked around the back of the car and knocked on my window. I let it slide open.

  “Better let me drive,” he said. “It’s kind of out of the way.”

  I moved over to the passenger’s seat. “Exactly where are you taking me?”

  He mocked annoyance. “I told you. It’s another surprise. But while we’re driving there, you could entertain yourself—and me.” He cast a sultry look toward the hem of my skirt.

  “What’s your suggestion?” I smirked.

  “Play with yourself for me.” His voice was low and throaty. He took one hand off the wheel long enough to yank my skirt up.

  “How will you keep your eyes on the road?” I giggled, then lifted my butt so I could shimmy the fabric up my hips.