Forbidden Attraction (Forbidden Trilogy)

by S. R. Watson

Getting out of my Toyota, I hand my keys to the valet guy. He doesn’t even turn his nose up at my old car, although I am sure mostly luxury cars come through here. I walk over a small bridge that crosses a pond, while taking in the beauty of the jungle-like gardens and cascading bougainvillea. The hotel is unique with a Spanish-style residential architectural design and is very secluded.

  I text Grayson, letting him know I’ve arrived and he meets me in the lobby. He is wearing worn jeans again that hug him in all the right places with a white V-neck tee. Holy hell, I am so out of my league. He gives me a sexy smile and I blush like a silly schoolgirl. He grabs my hand and leads me toward his Premier Canyon suite. His touch has my heart racing, but I try to play it cool. His private villa has its own garden and pool all surrounded by stone walls. The decor is elegant with limestone floors and some natural wood walls, ceilings, and furnishings. The place is breathtakingly beautiful. He escorts me to the private pool area where a glass-enclosed fireplace is lit and lunch is spread on a wicker table. If you look up you can see the hillside homes of Bel Air. The set up has a romantic vibe, yet he doesn’t do romance, hmm.

  “I thought you may be hungry so I ordered us lunch from the onsite restaurant, Wolfgang Puck. I didn’t know your taste so I figured the club sandwiches and fries would be a safe bet,” he says. “But let me know if you want something else.”

  “No. This is perfect.” We eat in silence for a few minutes before he dives into the reason for my visit.

  “What questions do you have?”

  “Have you considered the repercussions if we go against the university’s no fraternization policy?”

  “I have considered it, but seeing you in class strips me of all self-control. I will not be satisfied until I have you underneath me and I’m inside you.” His eyes darken with lust and I know he’s aroused with the visualization because I am too. “I gave you time to think about it because I didn’t want alcohol making the decision for you. I want you to be one hundred percent sure.”

  “Do you live here?” I can see he is taken aback by what seems a random question.

  “Um ... no, but this is where you and I will meet when we see each other.”

  Okay so I am not good enough to take to his home. “So this is your fuck pad?”

  “I have never brought any other women here. This will be our place. We have to be discrete at all times to avoid the consequences of being caught. Because of that, our worlds must be kept separate, I can’t take you home,” he clarifies.

  “I can’t give you what you want Grayson. I can’t be just your fuck buddy.”

  “What do you want from me? I told you what I was about. I am not interested in having a girlfriend.”

  “That’s not what I am saying. I just want the opportunity to get to know you. No strings attached dating is all I can agree to. I don’t want to feel used for sex.”

  “Why would you feel used if we are both enjoying the sex, and trust me baby, you will. I don’t want the false pretenses dating will imply.”

  I steel my resolve so I can let the f-word roll off my tongue seamlessly—to speak in terms he will understand. “I will fuck you without love or romance Grayson, but I will not fuck a stranger.”

  “I’m not a stranger to you. Hell you sit in class twice a week, pretending we both don’t just want to rip each other’s clothes off.”

  “A professor is just one aspect of you, it’s not who you are. I don’t want to cheapen our time together with just meaningless sex or be your perpetual one-night stand. I want to know you as a man. Otherwise I feel like just a piece of secret ass to you.”

  “You want to get to know me?”

  This was a mistake. “I am sorry I wasted your time Grayson, but I can’t do this.” I get up from my seat, but he’s on me quickly. He pulls me to his chest and the smell of his cologne makes me weak.

  “Okay, let’s compromise. We’ll date and get to know one another, but with the understanding that this will eventually end. We’ll find places to go outside the city to keep from running into anyone from the university, but there will be no bouts of jealousy or happily ever after. We’ll be exclusive, and you can’t tell anyone about our arrangement.”

  “I have one exception. I have to be able to tell my roommate Jordan.”

  “Absolutely not! Are you insane?”

  “This is a deal breaker for me. Jordan is my best friend—my family. She could have gone to any college she wanted, but she came here to follow ... ” I realized I’ve said too much.

  “Liam,” he finishes angrily.

  I nod and continue before I lose my nerve. “We tell each other everything. She would never hurt me by outing our arrangement. I can’t sneak around or lie to her about where I’m going or whom I’m meeting. I owe her more than that.”

  He is quiet and brooding for a long time. “Fine,” he says finally. “With that in mind, I want you to stay here with me Friday evenings through Sunday. We won’t see each other outside of class during the week so I want total access to you on the weekends unless some unavoidable engagement comes up. You’ll have your own room to keep from blurring the lines.”

  I skip over the own room bit because it’s too disappointing. “Why won’t we see each other during the week?”

  “You will use that time to study and handle all your commitments before seeing me on the weekend.” A mischievous grin crosses his lips before he continues. “Be warned that I like complete control. When you cross my threshold Friday evening, you are mine to do what I please. You will always have an option to say no, but you will not want to. Your week will be your only reprieve from my sexual appetite.”

  Wow. I know I should be alarmed that this man wants to control me, but I’m turned on as evidenced by the wetness that’s soaking through my panties. Liam never took control in the bedroom. Sex was routine. “You’re into BSDM?”

  “I like some kink with my sex, but mostly I’m going to be in control of your pleasure. I will introduce you to things you never knew you wanted.”

  Now might be good time to let him know that I’m not as sexually advanced as he is. “Um ... I’ve only been with Liam and we haven’t explored many sexual acts,” I say nervously. I fidget with my hands and look down at the floor. I’m embarrassed that I have to say this as a twenty-one-year-old.

  “What haven’t you done?”

  “The list would be shorter if I told you what we have done.” I know my fair skin is the same color as my hair at this point. I can’t believe I’m sharing my sexual history with him. “We waited until my freshman year of college to have sex for the first time and have only done it missionary.”

  “What,” he shouts. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

  I flinch at the incredibility in his voice. “I think we waited long enough that he saw me as sexually inhibited and was scared to try anything with me, because he’s definitely making up for lost time now with someone else,” I say sadly.

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scream. It’s just God, baby, your body is made for sin. How can any heterosexual male not want to explore your body relentlessly? So no oral sex either?”

  Heat flushes my cheeks at his crassness. “No.”

  “Damn. Looks like I am going to be your teacher on a whole different level. Let the depravity begin,” he smiles.

  “Okay,” I reply shyly. I’ve just agreed to this casual arrangement. I hope I don’t regret it.

  The words are barely out of my mouth before Grayson is pulling me into the house. Once we are inside, he unexpectedly spins me until my back is against the wall. He looks at my lips and I can feel the warmth of his breath caress my cheek. His virile scent act as an aphrodisiac, igniting my desire. I want to be devoured by this sex god. He slowly lowers his mouth to mine before nibbling playfully on my bottom lip and using his tongue to lick away the pain. Our tongues meet and it feels like he is making love to my mouth. He deepens the kiss and a moan slips past my lips. I allow my hands to run through his inky black hair li
ke I have been yearning to do since the first time I laid eyes on him. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby,” he growls.

  I’m shocked by the endearment he continues to use, but I don’t hesitate to do as he asks. Liam used to call me babe, but it never caused a reaction like this. My thighs clench in an effort to pull him closer to the pulsation rolling through my sex. His long thick erection aligns perfectly with my core causing me to rub myself against him to create friction.

  “You wore a dress. Nice,” he says while planting sensuous kisses along my collarbone.

  Before I can question his logic, his hands slips underneath my dress and skims along my inner thighs. My breath hitches with anticipation and my hips are now moving frantically. I am dizzy with lust and nervousness at the same time. His fingers reach my center and I’m about to lose control. He strokes me through my soaked panties while I writhe in his arms.

  “You are so wet and swollen.” He’s enjoying this slow torture on my body.

  “Please, Grayson,” I whimper.

  I’m unsure what I’m begging for. He’s causing me to feel so many things at once. He walks me over to his bed and lays me down at the edge before lowering himself to his knees. I know what is coming next and I’m unsure if I want him to.

  “Wait. Um ... you don’t have to do that,” I stammer.

  “I have somewhere I need to be right now, but before I go, I’m going to taste you. I want to feel you come in my mouth.”

  I blush at his vulgarity, but I have to admit that I’m turned on. He pulls my panties off slowly and raises my dress above my waist. I’m exposed to him and wonder what the view looks like from his perspective. He tugs on my curls and groans at my neat, but bushy womanscape.

  My embarrassment is instantly replaced with the first lick of his talented tongue to my clit. He wraps my legs around his head while he alternates sucking and nibbling at my sex. His tongue dips inside my core and I let out a scream. “Oh. My. God ... Grayson!”

  “That’s it baby. Let go.”

  I feel my stomach tighten and my legs begin to quiver around his head. I definitely see what all the fuss is about. It’s not long before I’m exploding in his mouth. My orgasm continues in waves and my body goes limp. Grayson looks up at me with a devious smile while inching up my body. His lips find mine and he kisses me with wild abandonment. I can taste myself on his tongue and I’m aroused by the dirtiness of it. He leaves me lying there momentarily to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom. He intimately uses the cloth to wipe me there and I blush profusely.

  “I have to go baby, but just know this is only the beginning.” His sexy grin is back on his face and I just want him to have his way with me. “Be ready on Friday. I will get a different room so you can have your own room, but you won’t get much sleep,” he winks.

  I look for my panties just in time to see him slip them into his pocket. I don’t bother trying to get them back from him. Instead, I smooth my dress down and grab my purse. I enjoy the feel of naughtiness knowing I’m going to be walking out without any panties on. It’s like it’s our own dirty little secret.

  We say our goodbyes and I head toward the door, before his voice stops me mid-step. “I am glad I was your first oral encounter. I look forward to many more firsts. See you in class tomorrow,” he says wickedly. Naughty bastard. I laugh to myself because I know I will see him before then: when he makes his nightly appearance in my fantasies.

  My drive home is on autopilot. Grayson has given me quite an experience. All my years with Liam never equated to the feelings I have at this moment. The way he caressed my body and used his tongue to drive me wild, I now know that we have only touched the surface sexually. As I walk in the house, Jordan stares at me from the kitchen eyeing me suspiciously.

  “Okay spill. Where were you? Are you just getting home?”

  “No. I slept in my bed. I didn’t leave until eleven.” She takes in my attire and realizes that I’m not doing the walk of shame. “Tell me about your night with Trevor.”

  “Nuh uh ... you are not getting off that easily. Where were you this morning?” She looks at me accusingly and I decide to get this over with.

  “I went to see Grayson.”

  “Holy shit. Spill now. I saw your dance floor performance last night and I wrote it off as an alcohol induced vixen appearance. You are not tipsy now,” she shrieks.

  “We have decided to see each other casually, but discreetly you know, because of the whole no fraternization policy,” I reply.

  “So you guys are going to be fuck buddies?” she gasps.

  Leave it to Jordan to cut to the chase. “Look, don’t judge, okay? I just got out of a relationship with Liam and neither one of us is looking for a commitment. We just want to have fun with no strings attached. We will be exclusive for the duration of our arrangement, but he’s just a distraction. I will screw him out of my system and then move on.”

  Jordan looks doubtful. “I don’t want you to get hurt, Shiv. You have only been with Liam; you are not experienced with casual sex as I’m sure Grayson is. You’re going to get your heart broken,” she says sadly.

  I explain our weekend arrangement and she is furious. “I want this Jordan. I want to experience letting go and having fun for once.”

  “Separate rooms, Shiv ... fuck, he’s using you for sex.”

  “No he isn’t. So what if he has intimacy issues. We’ll have great sex together without blurring the lines of a relationship. We’ll do other things together over the weekend in addition to sex and still have our own space to retreat to without all the driving back and forth. Please support me on this.”

  “Okay. Fine,” she huffs. “Just keep your head on straight and take this arrangement for what it is. Do not give him your heart. Have your fun and then move on.” She smiles.

  I emphasize to Jordan that she can’t speak of this to anyone. She doesn’t like it, but she agrees. “Thanks, Jordan.” I hug her tightly. Her support is important to me. I didn’t want this to be an issue between us. “Now tell me about your night with Trevor.” Jordan is the one blushing now as she delves into the information surrounding her romance-filled night.

  MY ALARM SOUNDS at six and I hit the snooze button to give me an extra ten minutes of sleep. I couldn’t sleep last night for all the fantasies of Grayson that were on instant replay. I imagined him touching me again, causing me to toss and turn with sexual frustration. Ten minutes of additional sleep is useless in satisfying my sleep-deprived body so I force myself up and into the shower. I let the water run down my body as I mentally prepare to face the man who has me so wound up. I let my hand trail to the place I ache the most and begin to stroke myself, pretending it’s Grayson’s hand. I’m able to get myself off quickly with the cascading water from the shower muffling the sounds of my moan. I’m no stranger to masturbation since I’m unable to orgasm during sex without manual stimulation. Although I did learn, thanks to Grayson, I can also get off with oral stimulation as well. This bothered Liam at first, but he quickly acclimated and learned to use his fingers for manipulation in order to get us both there. I do wonder why he never tried to go down on me or experiment with me. Was he afraid he wouldn’t be able to get me off? Was I a threat to his manhood or was he only concerned about his own needs?

  I finish my shower, brush my teeth, and head to my room to decide what I’m going to wear. I have never put any special effort into dressing for class, opting to go with comfort, but today is different. I decide on a sleeveless red floral-print baby-doll dress and red wedges. After drying my hair, I arrange it in a fish braid and let it lay over my right shoulder. My look for today is cute and understated sexy.

  I WALK INTO class and it seems like all the attention is on me. I nervously wonder if they can see the guiltiness written on my face from my secret arrangement with our hot professor. I take my seat while avoiding looking where Liam is seated. Grayson announces that we are going to take our first exam and to remove everything from our desk except a scantron and a
pencil. He splits the aisle with Donovan as they hand out the exams. Of course he chooses my side of the room to start. When he gets to me, his fingertips brush mine as he hands me my exam and my heart slams against my chest. His touch lasts a millisecond, faster than the blink of an eye, but it’s long enough for me to be affected.

  “Relax,” he whispers. “Take one and pass the rest down.” This is his only instruction before he continues on to the next row of students. When he finishes our side of the room, he announces he will be gone for the duration of the exam, but Donovan will be the proctor. I’m overwhelmed with butterflies in my stomach. I watch his confident stride, taking in the snug fit of his slacks and his striped button-down shirt that molds to his gorgeous physique. He is the very definition of eye candy ... too bad I have to share him with the rest of class.

  I’m pulled from my lustful reverie by the announcement to begin our exam. I’m one of the first to finish so I excuse myself to grab water from the vending machine before hanging out in the lounge area outside the class. Later Liam ventures out of the room with Heather at his side. They are in deep conversation and don’t notice my scowl. They’ve been spending a lot of time together lately. I wonder if she’s his new girlfriend. I tell myself I don’t care either way. My arrangement with Grayson has been successful at numbing the pain of our breakup. Liam and I had settled into the status quo. It has been a while since a stirring of emotions has taken over. It has to be the risk of the situation ... maybe it’s an adrenaline rush. When the allotted time for the exam expires, Donovan calls all of the students that have migrated to the lounge area to come back in. Shortly thereafter, Grayson reappears to lecture for the remaining class time. I keep my eyes glued to my laptop as I studiously take notes. At the end of class, I notice he is with two female students. They are flirting and occupying his time under the pretense of seeking clarification on our next assignment. Our eyes meet briefly and I acknowledge his predicament before heading out the door.